ou read Wade’s blog, then you might have seen the planter he designed. After four months of being in our house, we finally got it hung in our bedroom. I decided it needed some color so I started looking for red flower pots. (Wade kept insisting it was designed for Terracotta pots.) I have decided, after much searching, that they don’t make red flower pots in the three sizes I need. Then I got the brilliant idea of painting the pots I already had red (yeah, yeah, I know I should have thought of this immediately). Conveniently for me, I always check out the Oops paint at Home Depot and buy the colors I like. Therefore, I had this great red color on hand.
Month: August 2005
When I moved from Georgia to Washington D.C., I discovered that Virginia did things a little different. They wanted you to pay property tax on your car and to get a county sticker. I knew I wouldn’t be staying in D.C. long so I decided to ignore the whole thing. I was warned that Virginia cops actually look for out of state tags, but I didn’t listen. I moved away in 2004 and thought I had nothing more to worry about.
A month ago, my dad (who lives in KY) got a call from the Arlington County Tax Commissioner looking for me. I debated, but finally decided to call them back. They wanted $174 in backtax for my Pathfinder. I spoke to probably seven people to find out that my apartment complex turned in my car and the fact that it was registered out of state. The woman told me I could argue the fee, but I had to specify the exact dates the car was housed in Virginia, the car registration, and the residence registered with my insurance company. I might could have fudged all but that last one. Darn it.
Then I told her I had sold the car in February of 2005 and didn’t have the car registration anymore. The lady informed me I could contact the TN DMV, but she would stop the account as of February. (She needed no proof for this so why didn’t I just tell her I sold it in January of 2004?) She informed me I would also be getting a bill for January of 2005.
I still hadn’t decided whether I would pay it. They couldn’t come hunt me down in Georgia and they didn’t have my new last name. I did submit the paperwork to show I left Virginia in July of 2004 and asked for an adjusted amount.
Three weeks later I got two statements in the mail. The one for 2005 showed that no money was due and the account was closed. The statement for 2004 showed the original amount, the amount adjusted to 7 months, and then showed that I had overpaid by $30.10. (No where on this statement was the $174 they originally told me I owed.)
My dad suggested I try to get the $30 out of them, but I think I will just count myself lucky and hope they don’t look at it twice. I love the government!
I had a dentist appointment bright and early today at 8:20 am. (With a new dentist of course.) I was very proud of myself for remembering it on a Monday morning. I showed up and was a little concerned because I had forgotten my dental insurance card. That turned out not to be a big deal since my dentist wasn’t there yet. The manager informed me that it was her last week with the office and her schedule was a little “erratic.” Evidently, I never should have been taken on as a new patient. Oh well, he offered me half price on my bill when they rescheduled me with the new dentist. The drama continues…..
I love vacations. Why do they have to end? I just spent a week in Florida with a bunch of friends – Cori and Derek from California, Daniel from Alabama, Luke and Jamie from Atlanta, and Melissa (my sister) and Chris (her fiancÃ©) from Nashville. We had surprisingly great weather. (I was expecting another hurricane.) The days were sunny and the evenings had awesome lightning.
Madison came to the beach too. She loved being in a house with 9 people – talk about never wanting for attention. Luke got her a little too excited once, but overall she was very well behaved. We only took her to the beach one evening, but she seemed to like it. She would even follow us out into the waves.
One of my best friends from high school, Kate, lives in Ft. Walton Beach. She recently had a baby, Taylor, and this was the first time I got to see her. She was adorable and Kate looked great! It is so nice to know a local person when you are looking for good restaurants, especially seafood places.
We weren’t a very active group – being out all day in the sun is tiring. Not to mention the beach Bocci, Frisbee, and football tossing. We did go go-kart racing one night – Melissa and I both came in first in our respective groups. Dad would be proud. The rest of the evenings we had some heated Spades games and random movie watching.
Did I mention how much I love vacations – I had plenty of time to read and relax!
Wade and I did it – we celebrated our first anniversary. I never knew other people remembered and celebrated too – we got cards and gifts from our parents, my aunt and uncle, Cori and Derek, and Carolyn and Jay. How cool!
Wade had been with his dad to a car show in KY so he flew into Florida on Sunday (our actual anniversary). We went out for dinner at Destin Chops (on Kate’s suggestion) and the prime rib was fantastic. We had an awesome view of the setting sun on the harbor as we sat and talked.
Talk about a delayed post! My dad and Laura gave me a new living room chair for my birthday, but Wade and I waited till we were settled in the new house to pick it out. Then there was a month wait for delivery. We’ve had the chair for a little while now and love it!
With my new job came a new health insurance plan, which means a new doctor. I hate looking for doctors and dentists. I guess when you grow up in a midsize town and your mom is a nurse, you end up with a great doctor. It’s a little harder to pick one by their name on a list. My general theory has been that younger, female doctors tend to be more personable and down to earth. (I am still waiting for this to be proven true.)
That theory was shot down (again) a few weeks ago. I needed to find a new dermatologist. The woman I found was only about 5 years older than me – perfect I thought. This lady was horrible. I got lecture upon lecture. I was just answering her questions – I wasn’t causing any trouble.
Most of the appointment was her asking questions and not really listening to my answers. My favorite was when she asked what I used to wash my face. The last two dermatologists I have visited in the past 10 years have been adamant about using Dove soap. Hence, that’s what I have done. This lady gives me a super long lecture on why not to use it. (I would have gladly done what she preferred. All she had to do was tell me.)
Now comes the funny part. As I am walking out of the office, I am given a goody bag. There were only two items inside, and one was a sample bar of Dove soap.