A Series Of Mini-Disasters

I put my son on my car insurance. Big mistake! I just got off the phone with the insurance people and they assured me there was not a fatal computer error when they printed my bill. I knew my insurance was going up, I even shopped around for the best prices, but when the reality of it hits you, well, damn! The first bill is for two months since you pay a month in advance with insurance, so I know it won't be so high from here on out. However, it's a good thing I don't have a heart condition because seeing that number would have been the end for me. I told them I might have to take him off my insurance because I'm not sure I can afford him and they said he'd have to prove that he'd surrendered his license for that to happen. Hah! Fat chance of that happening now that he has it in his grubby little hands. Damn!

As for my writing, the main writing group I belong to is going through a state of flux. I'm waiting to see what happens when all the dust settles. From what I've seen so far, I'm probably going to have to leave the group. This group is very talented and I've been happy to be part of it but I can't produce work worthy of being seen by anyone let alone this group of talented people as often as it looks like they want it. I just have too many other things happening. I suppose if I were as dedicated to my writing as I evidently need to be to fit into this group, it wouldn't be a problem. But, my life is so much more than writing. So, maybe I don't belong with the group. That doesn't mean I will quit writing, though it will be a serious loss. I've enjoyed friendship with a couple of the members. The others are nice enough though they're stand-offish to newcomers. Most of them have been there for years and years so its hard to break into the established friendships. I was just feeling like I had made some connections with a few of them and then this. The timing is off for me, I guess.

Yesterday was my sister's birthday. She's 26 and she acts like she's turning 87. She's actually stopping her birthdays at 22 and remaining that age. How incredibly retarded. She's young and she's full of life. I say celebrate your age. Its just a number but those changing numbers mean free meals and gifts and cards and whatnot. Hell, I'd have a birthday every other month if someone took me out to eat because of it. Duh! LOL! Happy 87th birthday, Kati.

So, to sum up my life for the last few weeks, I've gotten the shock of my life with the addition of my son to my car insurance, I've pretty much decided to leave The Writing Bridge, and my sister is still turning 22. Yep, life is full of happiness. Can't you hear the angels singing?