*Refer to Becky's Blog if you don't get this.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Meet Botch and Muller
I am happy to announce two new additions to my family: Botch and Muller. I bought them while on a dinner excursion with my mom today. They are Black Lyretail Mollies.
Pretty rad if you ask me. I am ridiculously excited over these fish. I've had an empty aquarium for a few months now. Botch has a white stripe on her belly. She's a little more laid back than Muller. Muller is always zipping around like a seven year old who just drank a 6-pack of Surge. From what I've observed, they like playing tag. Or maybe Muller is the instigator and has perfected the art of riling up Botch. They seem to like the bow-front aquarium, complete with plastic plants and a jazzy blue background. I fed them maybe ten minutes after putting them in the aquarium and they gobbled every last "granule" I dropped in for them. I guess the pet store doesn't sell the regular flake food like they used to. It's now referred to as "granules" and "pebbles," like the fish are more bound to consume it if the name's got a classier ring to it. I can't think of any species that does that... Tarjshay*, anyone?
*Refer to Becky's Blog if you don't get this.
*Refer to Becky's Blog if you don't get this.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Thanks, but no thanks, lady.
I got a letter from State Farm today, from their auto claims subrogation department. To understand the significance of this paper (or lack thereof) let me start from the beginning.
Two years ago I was in a low-speed car accident on my way home from work. I was driving in the middle turn lane, getting ready to make a left hand turn at the light. Next thing I know, there is a crappy car smashed into the front of my car. Luckily the airbags didn't go off. If you've ever been hit in the face with one of those, you'd fear it too. The chemicals burning your throat, the split skin on your face from the impact, the smell. Yuck. Anyway, so of course I look to see who was in the other vehicle: two Mexican fellows sitting up front. I called my mom before I did anything else. I made her call 911 because I was too shaken up and had already started to cry. I know, I'm a baby.
The police and firetruck show up, and we start filling out the driver's info exchange papers. The officer was a little suspicious of the other guy, considering it took him waaaay longer than me to fill out his form. The cop even called the phone number the other driver listed for his insurance contact to make sure it was valid. The officer said it was. I come to learn this Gavino character was driving someone else's car without a valid license. All he could offer was his Mexican ID. He didn't even have a green card. If I had been the one driving without any form of ID, they would have taken me and my car away in a heartbeat. But because this guy was here illegally, there was nothing the officer could do. Because I guess illegals don't have to play by the same rules as law-abiding, tax-paying citizens. So Gavino gets a ticket, one that he probably still hasn't paid, and got to DRIVE AWAY from the accident, all of us knowing he didn't have a license to legally do so.
I make a claim with my insurance company and United, still feeling pretty okay that everything will be taken care of, because hey, at least the vehicle was insured. A few weeks later, I learn my claim with United was denied because they had determined the policy on the other car wasn't valid, as the owner lied on the online application. However, United was still collecting a monthly premium from them. They had no trouble taking this guy's money, but denied my claim because they didn't bother to make sure the information he provided was correct and true. Convenient little loophole, huh? All United would offer me was the option of taking the case to court myself and going after Gavino. I asked the lady, "How do you propose I go about taking an illegal to court? You can't honestly tell me you believe he'll actually show up for the hearing." And she was just like, "Well you never know." Uh, thanks but no thanks, lady. The claim ended up going through State Farm (my insurance) and I had the joy of footing the $500 deductible. State Farm turned my claim in to their subrogation department, where they go after uninsured motorists etc. to try and recover money the innocent party was forced to pay out. I knew I'd never see my money from sweet little Gavino. How do you collect from someone who isn't even a legal resident? So years later, after I've pretty much forgotten about this whole lame situation, I get this letter from State Farm. Stating they are officially closing my claim, as all their attempts to collect from DoucheBag have failed. No surprise. The sick thing is, I actually felt a little bit of hope when I saw that envelope in the mail today. Silly, silly me. And yes, I am comforted in knowing an illegal has more rights than myself.
Two years ago I was in a low-speed car accident on my way home from work. I was driving in the middle turn lane, getting ready to make a left hand turn at the light. Next thing I know, there is a crappy car smashed into the front of my car. Luckily the airbags didn't go off. If you've ever been hit in the face with one of those, you'd fear it too. The chemicals burning your throat, the split skin on your face from the impact, the smell. Yuck. Anyway, so of course I look to see who was in the other vehicle: two Mexican fellows sitting up front. I called my mom before I did anything else. I made her call 911 because I was too shaken up and had already started to cry. I know, I'm a baby.
The police and firetruck show up, and we start filling out the driver's info exchange papers. The officer was a little suspicious of the other guy, considering it took him waaaay longer than me to fill out his form. The cop even called the phone number the other driver listed for his insurance contact to make sure it was valid. The officer said it was. I come to learn this Gavino character was driving someone else's car without a valid license. All he could offer was his Mexican ID. He didn't even have a green card. If I had been the one driving without any form of ID, they would have taken me and my car away in a heartbeat. But because this guy was here illegally, there was nothing the officer could do. Because I guess illegals don't have to play by the same rules as law-abiding, tax-paying citizens. So Gavino gets a ticket, one that he probably still hasn't paid, and got to DRIVE AWAY from the accident, all of us knowing he didn't have a license to legally do so.
I make a claim with my insurance company and United, still feeling pretty okay that everything will be taken care of, because hey, at least the vehicle was insured. A few weeks later, I learn my claim with United was denied because they had determined the policy on the other car wasn't valid, as the owner lied on the online application. However, United was still collecting a monthly premium from them. They had no trouble taking this guy's money, but denied my claim because they didn't bother to make sure the information he provided was correct and true. Convenient little loophole, huh? All United would offer me was the option of taking the case to court myself and going after Gavino. I asked the lady, "How do you propose I go about taking an illegal to court? You can't honestly tell me you believe he'll actually show up for the hearing." And she was just like, "Well you never know." Uh, thanks but no thanks, lady. The claim ended up going through State Farm (my insurance) and I had the joy of footing the $500 deductible. State Farm turned my claim in to their subrogation department, where they go after uninsured motorists etc. to try and recover money the innocent party was forced to pay out. I knew I'd never see my money from sweet little Gavino. How do you collect from someone who isn't even a legal resident? So years later, after I've pretty much forgotten about this whole lame situation, I get this letter from State Farm. Stating they are officially closing my claim, as all their attempts to collect from DoucheBag have failed. No surprise. The sick thing is, I actually felt a little bit of hope when I saw that envelope in the mail today. Silly, silly me. And yes, I am comforted in knowing an illegal has more rights than myself.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Yes, I Stole this Idea from Becky
I've been meaning to start one of these for awhile now. Thank you for the reminder Becky, I'm giving all the credit to you, my dear. I bought a huge notebook last month from Office Depot, wanting to use it as a diary type of thing. By the way, I hate the word diary. For some reason, calling it a diary makes me feel like it should be riddled of tales from a thirteen-year-old girl that's crushing on every member of the opposite sex that so much as smiles at her. Regardless, I've been good at writing in that notebook, but this is so much better, considering I can type oodles faster than I can write. AND I don't have to scribble things out when I mess up. Woot. Thank you, backspace.
I guess for starters, an update will suffice. I'm working full-time, and planning on going back to school in the fall. Registration starts tomorrow, I even marked it on my calendar. I have no clue what type of degree I'm going to pursue, hence part of the reason I've been apprehensive in continuing my education. I have been dating Ryan on and off for a little over 5 years now. No current plans for the future, so you can stop asking, mom. Haha... I am the youngest in my family, with an older brother and two older step brothers from my dad's 2nd marriage. I consider my mom to be my best friend, and I trust my dad with all that is me. I strive to have deep, meaningful relationships with anyone I can learn from. I'd rather have a handful of extremely close friends than oodles acquaintances. People should learn to cherish people and use things, not the other way around.
I have a myspace page (just like your neighbor and their dog) if you're bored and want to check it out...
www.myspace.com/rannie1031
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