I’m in the process of deleting my LiveJournal and moving the stuff I want to keep over to this blog. No one uses LJ anymore and I’ve decided it’s time to make the move. I’ll probably leave the account active, but I’m deleting everything off it. The site functionality isn’t what it used to be and I don’t see the point of continuing to post there. (Not that I post there very much anyway.) So be on the lookout for stuff to start changing around here.
Things that freak me out.
I hate them with a passion, especially if they’re in my house. If they’re outside, it’s fine. So if spiders want to live, they need to stay out of my house.
Again, as long as they aren’t in my house, I’m fine.
Especially the ones people call palmetto bugs. God help me, they fucking fly!
• Rats and mice.
Although if I see them from a distance, I’m fine.
• Bugs in general.
Although I’m fine with cute/pretty bugs like ladybugs, butterflies, etc.
If I won the lottery, and depending on the size of the prize, I’d probably pay off some things before spending it on new stuff. These are the things I’d (probably) buy.
• Finish remodeling our current home.
The flooring needs to be redone. The carpets (yuck!) are worn and stained from the previous owners’ kids, so those have got to go. The tile in the entry is cracked, so even though it’s a lovely decorative tile job, that has to go too. There are light fixtures that I want gone too. Once that was done, I’d shift focus to outside and redo all the landscaping.
• A new car.
I’m currently driving my husband’s former vehicle, a 2014 Ford Escape, and I HATE it. I loathe everything about it. I miss my Honda Accord, so that’s what I’d replace it with.
• New cars for my mother and my MIL.
They could both use a new car.
• A second home.
I’m so envious of the people on those HGTV shows who can afford a second home. I have vacation house envy. The problem is that I don’t know where I want this second home to be yet. Have to narrow down the list a bit first.
I hate moving.
I hate everything about it. I hate having to put the house up for sale and all that entails. I hate having all my stuff in boxes. I hate unpacking in the new house and trying to find a place to put everything. I hate realizing that I have a ton of stuff and that some of it is going to stay in boxes for the time being. I hate feeling like my life is “on hold”. I hate having to find a new hair stylist, a new dentist, a new doctor.
But the thing I’m hating most right now? Trying to get freaking renters insurance.
I’ve been trying for weeks to get renters insurance, to no avail. Farm Bureau South Carolina doesn’t write renters, just homeowners. So it has to go through an affiliate company. The only problem with that is because of the incident in April 2012, no one wants to insure us. They say we’re too much of a risk. We don’t even have a dog anymore! So why are we such a risk? That makes absolutely no sense to me.
I’ve been waiting on our agent to get back to me for a week now regarding a company that might write the policy. I called him yesterday and told him I needed to know something by the end of business, because this has gone on long enough. Our house is under contract, which means our homeowners policy will be cancelled soon, leaving us with no coverage of our belongings. I have got to get this settled.
As I expected, I didn’t hear anything from him before the end of business yesterday. So today I got on Progressive and bought a renters insurance policy. It’s costing me a grand total of $30 a month to insure our personal property. You snooze, you lose, Farm Bureau. Now I’m going to see how long it takes our agent to get back to me without me nagging him every other day. And when he does finally call? I’m going to tell him, too bad, I gave up waiting around on you ages ago and found insurance elsewhere.
I shouldn’t have to nag a grown man about doing his damn job. But at least now I have renters insurance.
Pet Peeve #6: People who ask you to participate in something, then don’t supply you with the information you need in a timely fashion (or at all, for that matter).
The husband got asked by someone at his workplace to participate in a local community program wherein people in the community volunteer to buy school supplies for needy kids in the area. They give you the child’s name, what grade they’re going to be in, and where they will be attending school. Then the volunteers go buy the supplies their assigned child requires and turn them in to the coordinator to be distributed to the kids.
Sounds great in theory, right? Too bad it’s not working out that way.
So the coordinator at hubby’s workplace finally tells him who the kid we’ve been assigned is and where he goes to school. She also says that Walmart has the list of required supplies. So I go to Walmart. The only lists I can find are for the elementary and junior high schools (and there are a lot of them). I went through all the lists – nothing. I asked an employee who was putting out more copies of lists and was told that they don’t have lists for the high schools.
Well, that’s just ducky. How am I supposed to do this if I don’t know what to freaking buy? I don’t have kids. I’ve been out of high school since 1992. I have no earthly idea what kids are supposed to have by way of school supplies these days.
Needless to say, I’m not real impressed with the people running this program. You want people to participate? Then make it easy for them. Give them a list of things to buy. Don’t assume they know what to get or that Walmart has the damn list. Our assigned kid will be lucky if he gets anything at all because of how half-assed this program is being run.