Fender Bender

Posted on | November 19, 2009 | No Comments

Today I got to send this (and other similar pictures) to our insurance company:

Bumper Scuff

After leaving my obstetrician’s Tuesday, I had a fun little collision with a rude, little man in the parking lot. So I have spent 90% of my time since then playing phone tag with insurance company people and trying not to have a pregnant lady mental breakdown (fail). I managed to suck it up and call to give my company a statement today, then send the photos. Next up, his company wants me to call them and give a statement. I’m waiting to hear back from my company about whether that’s normal or if they’re trying to screw me. The guy already lied to my insurance company, so I’m just hoping they see through him and this is over quickly.

In other news, we were going to trade in that car this weekend to buy a small SUV that will fit the whole expanding family and make our move to GA much easier (two grown ups, newborn, big dog, and kitty crate). However, we have to wait on this fender bender stuff to do it, so the potential car buying weekend may be blown for now.

I’m just about finished reading The Hip Mama Survival Guide and I have quite a bit to say about such a short book. Some of my annoyance with it comes from it being not-so-timely. It was published in the 90s and much of Ariel Gores jokes and pop-culture references are tied tightly to the 90s, more specifically to the grunge scene and 90s feminist topics (like Clinton and Welfare). So, it’ll be an interesting review.

I am also going to review the two other pregnancy books I read. I know. I keep promising that. The truth is, while I know that the reviews come in handy for women looking to find good preggo books (hell, I read loads of reviews), it’s still a little bit like reviewing a textbook. They’re really not terribly interesting to read. For people who aren’t pregnant or don’t expect to be relatively soon, the whole topic of pregnancy books is likely foreign and even slightly annoying. I’d like to balance the reviews out with some other interesting stuff.

At midnight Nov 10, 2009 I went with my husband to the Fort Irwin GameStop. We stood in line for half an hour to pick up our pre-ordered copy of Call of Duty: Modern Wafare 2.

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2

And, because my husband is spoiled, we also bought a PS3 Slim (already had an Xbox 360, folks). I am not what other gamers would consider a gamer, but I love my fair share of Wii games, puzzle games, and old computer games. I had Doom on my old Motorola V557 and beat it three times. Just saying.

However, COD has never been a fun game to me. I didn’t realize that was because I played with a bunch of Army Infantry guys online (hubs and his friends) and are, ya know, trained to do this stuff in Real Life. Day two with the game in my house, I had to make my own profile on the PS3 and scope things out. Then I decided, what the hell. I’ll start my own, not-0nline game and set it to easy. I freaking love it. Yes, I said it. I love Call of Duty.

I admit, there have been a couple hours here and there in the past week when I could have been reading, but was actually playing COD.