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Wednesday, February 27, 2008

A Bit of an Absense

I am busy, busy studying my ass off. Day and night, night and day.

Just a hint of the questions asked:

Additional coverage in the liability section of a Homeowners Policy cover all the following EXCEPT:
Damage to the property of others
Damage to 3rd party property for which the insured is legally liable
claims Expense
First Aid to Others

or this question

Which of the following can be insured under an unendorsed Homeowners Policy?
Mobile Home
Dwelling that the owner rents to his cousin
Private Residence in which the owner occupied also maintains office for his/her accounting business

YEA - now you know why I FAILED by FOUR lousy points...and I personally think these two questions are on the easy side...


Friday, February 22, 2008

Horseshoes and Hand Grenades

Close only does count in horseshoes and hand grenades- WHY? I'm asking because I, of course, failed miserably by four lousy points.
F O U R I say...

Luckily, I can take this test again and again and again until passing. However, four points is not bad considering I crammed for 3 days and don't routinely see this line in my profession.

All I know is there is going to be one hell of a party when I pass.

By the way - our instructor told us a lady in his firm took this test six times before passing. WTF?

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Hitting The Books

Away at class for my property and casualty license. Talk about an abundance of information thrown at you in 24 hours or 3 days for a test that is very painful. The hotel room is quiet only able to hear the typing of my notes, tapping of my pen and of course the festivities of banging my head against the wall.

Wish me luck for my test...


Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Worst Day E V E R and what $150 will get you

I’m getting LM up for school, get him dressed and head downstairs, all is well in my marry little world until, Mom, I have to pee. At this point, he realizes he doesn’t have on the pants he wants, begins to cry. I ask him what is wrong, he says, “I didn’t want to wear these pants, I want jeans.” I tell him to change and make it snappy as I didn’t want to be late for Daddy’s.

He runs up stairs and begins to cry harder, I want these jeans…I tell him it’s fine to just put them on and come on. He puts them on with my help of course, he decides to put his shoes on – ON THE WRONG FEET. I promptly tell him – those are the wrong feet, NO THEY’RE NOT HE SHOUTS. I said, calmly, if you can believe that, Yes, they are honey and show him – he still screams NO THEY AREN’T. I give up and leave…

I leave saying, Fine, you put them on and we’ll see. I head downstairs while he’s crying his little head off, shouting "my shoes don’t fit they are too big." Gee, I wonder why? Anyway, I head outside to start my car, he follows screaming louder and harder, because at this point he thinks I left him.

I come back in the shoes are still on the wrong feet and we leave…I take a turn in the car and his Valentine’s treats GO EVERYWHERE – at this point I’m steaming mad. LM is still in the back crying for some unknown reason other than to God, I get to his dad’s he stop crying gets out, thinks all is right with the world and all I want to do is cry. Instead, I clean up all the treats and get him to the door – we say our goodbyes, I hate this part every Wednesday morning…

I then get to work only to realize I forgot the Birth Certificate I need for Monday’s Kindergarten registration. Email “the dad” and get this phone call –

“I don’t have it you do."
“Um, no I don’t, you wouldn’t give me the original. You only sent me a photocopy interoffice.”
“Yes, I did. You needed it for your trip to Denver….”
“No, I needed no ID for LM for the plane ride, call Airport Security they will confirm it.”
“Well, then I don’t know where it is as it’s not where I keep it.”
"This is just dandy since I need it for Mondays registration."


So $150 later I have one Birth Certificate ordered via internet services to come for delivery by Monday. HAPPY FREAKING WEDNEDSAY.

However, the good news for the day is Mitsubishi came, took my car for a jaunt and yes, there is a defect. (I told you so local dealership morons). Mitsubishi will be getting in touch with me after they view another rollaway Endeavor in WV.


Monday, February 11, 2008

Fast Lane of Life

This I am not even close to being ready for...next week on Monday, I will be sitting in the school office signing my precious LM up for kindergarten. All the paperwork has been downloaded and filled out, tomorrow he goes for his last set of shots and the paperwork from the dentist is in under snailmail delivery.

Where did the past 4 years go? I know, if I think that was quick the next 12 will be here and over before I even blink.

Life moves pretty fast, if you sit on the porch to watch, it will pass you by in an instant.


Thursday, February 07, 2008

Say Hello to my little friend

O yea, it has finally arrived, my new best friend. This is who I am going to be spending my evenings with, the one who I am going to be getting down right dirty and sweaty with - WOO HOO I cannot wait. Hello firm body goodbye flab - well one can hope, right?


Wednesday, February 06, 2008

Good News, Good News

Item Description
Item #
Status Message
TRC Model TC5000

This item has shipped! You will be receiving an email shortly with further details of your shipment including tracking information, if applicable.

WOO HOO I can not wait to get this in my livingroom and let the cardio workouts begin.


Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Guest Blogger for moment

Hey there...DMM was getting kind of bored with her topics so I threw this one her way - kinda like tossing a dog a bone to say... I asked her if I could vent and if she would post for something different and of course she said SURE...so here it it my venting blog for the moment...

Ex-Wives. Whether you are one, will soon be one, or aspire to be one (because I personally think everyone should be one at least once), there’s usually a provision that goes along with it, and that’s to live up to the EX part of it and move on.

You are divorced for a reason. You left/he left/it was mutual/whatever, bottom line - it didn’t work out. For however long you were separated, whether it be months or years and tried maybe numerous times to work it out, you still had that extra 90 days to contemplate the fate of your marriage. And yet, you still signed the papers.

So it was a friendly divorce. Great. Keep in touch, send Christmas cards, but recognize your boundaries when your ex finds happiness again with someone else. You even go gallant lengths to wish him well and respect his relationship. So you say.

Especially when you are, and have been for some time, in a relationship and even move in with someone.

Your ex is not your security blanket, and the threat to have that taken away is not your opportunity to slink back in and relive old times. Of course now that you have something new to pursue, your current relationship comes to an end.

Now we are evil creatures by nature, but nice boys with big hearts are blindsided by our sweetness to get what we want. But, certain circumstances are best left untouched by your selfishness.

You know you won’t be happy together (again) once you succeed in your undertaking. You’ve already been there, remember?

But, mission accomplished, your man is blanky snuggable again.

Tomorrow I will bring you back to your regular scheduled DMM O yes, I am a female who wrote this - just my point of view on being the EX-Wife



"Fasnacht Day," more properly called "Fastnacht," is Shrove Tuesday, the day before Ash Wednesday. This was the established beginning of the 40 days of fasting during Lent.

It is a folk tradition dating to the Middle Ages, a Catholic custom that has survived in Protestant Pennsylvania.

On Monday, dough was put out in straw baskets for raising, then cut in squares and deep-fried in fat, not baked. Served with hot coffee at breakfast, the popular way to eat them was to split them in half and spread with honey. (Today they often come coated with confectioners’ sugar.)

In the old days, this was a chance for everyone to gorge on good doughnuts without reprise, for the lean days would now follow. And the proverbial "dunker" could dunk doughnuts to his stomach’s content. The making of fasnachts helped use up fat and sugar prior to fasting.