another one

okay.. so I haven't been the best at keeping at this blog.. remember that one time I promised to write everyday for the rest of the year? yeah, I'm sorry about that. nevertheless... I'm going to be better.. I need something to keep me busy.. and what could be a better way, than TWO BLOGS?!?! That's right, I'm going to have another blog.. a funny one.. well, sometimes it will be funny..
You see, I send these random texts to my friends, and they're called " Dear Body" and well, one day, we were like, " Oh, Michelle, this should be a book..." and I was like, " Oh my goodness, I'd make MILLIONS!! " and then I thought, oh hmmm... a blog would be better. I've been so lazy at blogging ( Sorry Charlotte, but at least I admitted it) that I forgot everything about blogging.. So my wonderful sister is going to help me with the banner and the background.. Anyways, I just wanted to give everyone a heads up.. Coming to your pc in the next few days.. " Dear Body"  I hope you'll love it!

State Farm Car Insurance... I don't like you right now.. not one bit

Dear State Farm in Orem UT, the Bob Clark Office,

State Farm came HIGHLY recommend to me by friends in North Carolina, and in fact I’ve used State Farm in North Carolina before and loved them, which is why I chose you guys again as I have since decided to purchase a new car and wanted to have different insurance. Apparently, there in the Great State of North Carolina customer service is provided and I’ve learned that here in Utah, you guys must not care at all; or, maybe you could just give a rats behind.
I called you guys a few weeks ago for the paper work I would need to have proof of insurance in my car, that was the same time as I paid my bill. You guys verified the address with me on the phone, which is the same address where my bill comes promptly to my mailbox, but still I have no proof of insurance. I called you guys on Saturday and left a message, this morning you called me and said that you sent the paper work to an address **** N *** E, um, that is NOT my address, and yet the lovely lady, Doreen who called me back claims that, that address is the one that you have on file for me. Um, what you should’ve done was tell the truth. The lady on the phone said she would mail and email it to me, and then dismissed me. I would’ve been fine with an apology and an, “ We’ll make sure that gets mailed out today.” I am not happy with being dismissed!
No I’m sorry; I’M NOT A HAPPY CUSTOMER. I called back and left a message for Grant to call me back. Now Grant you were so eager beaver to get my money, but you didn’t feel it was appropriate to make sure that the person that gives y’all money for her insurance was a satisfied customer. All you had to do, was remedy the situation, apologize for YOUR mistake, and by doing so remove the distain that I now feel for State Farm insurance in UTAH COUNTY, ( as North Carolina, you’re still okay in my book.) What you said was, well, I’ll email you one, is there anything else I can do? And when I said, No, I’m just not happy with the service that I was given, you said. “Okay Bye” and hung up the phone!
Now with internet an every growing source of information and social networking sites the way that they are in the year 2010, do you really think that it was a good idea to treat a new customer the way you did. Now I’ve been told to find a new insurance company to go with… and I’ve thought about it these past few hours as I am still a bit hot about the way you chose to dismiss my concerns.
I don’t have the most costly of insurance with you guys… I was testing you out, do I really want to spend a lot of money on an insurance company that fails to send me the paper work I need. I mean SERIOUSLY, what if I was to need a claim filed? Would I get the same treatment as I have with something so small as proof of insurance papers? State Farm in Utah County. YOU FAILED!!
I believe in customer service, I believe in treating people fairly. I am not pleased with you guys at all. Your customer service in all fairness SUCKS.

Sincerely,
Michelle L.
Utah

I don't know about your god Pat Robertson... but my God is awesome

I don't normally watch the news.. I don't claim to be one who's in on the what's going ons in the world... I'm like Alan Jackson in that since. But I can be lead to feel strongly about things, and when I do.. I'm in it full force.. I don't go around talking about my religion, or how devout I am. I take a softer approach and hopefully live a life in which people want to ask me what I believe...
I'm Christian.. I believe in Jesus, and God, and I believe in Humanity, and Love, and being kind to people, and not judging people who don't believe the way I do, or live the way I do.. and I'm southern.. and if you piss me off, I'll probably hold a grudge for a really long time, which isn't very God like of me, but Jesus saves... so I'm good when I say.. Pat Robertson.. what you said about Haitians deserving the Earthquake that nearly destroyed their homeland that they love makes you an awful and rude who says that stuff like that?.. you make Christians and Republicans look bad.. but thank heavens I know some of both those groups who are NOTHING like you... ( as if he's reading this.. I'm on a rant) and then to hear Rush said some of the similar.. well, Rush has always been wrong in my book anyways... IDIOTS.

Well... anyways, I claim the southern part of me more than the Haitian part of me, but I am Haitian, and for my birth dad who still has family there, loved ones there.. I felt deeply... and will pray for until things are well again in their country, and in their hearts..

and Keith Olberman is a much better speaker than I am.. and I will say, that I don't agree with EVERYTHING he says or appears to stand for, but for this..I'll give him a hell yeah, and a clap...


by the way, I feel strongly that my God is an awesome God.. he loves everyone and thinks of everyone...when we hurt, he hurts, and when we pray, he listens.. and when we stand need in of comfort, he comforts us.. there are over 6 billion people on this planet.. and My God watches ALL of us...and most of the time, when he answers our prayers, it's through someone that he sends directly to us to see us through..He smart.. and Forgiving....

So Pat and Rush, my God forgave you for what y'all said, but I still think ya'll are ________

oh my..the social security office.....

I had to go to the social security office to get paper work for my new job ( that's right I got a new job FINALLY, more on that later), but I lost my card and had to get a replacement...I needed one anyways since I got a new last name (thanks new family).... someone told me to get there right when it opens.. I didn't listen.. I got there at 9:45am rather than at 9am...
I wish I could blog from my phone, but since I can't .. I just texted my friends Becky and Merrianne my morning there....

Text 1
Me: CRAP, the Social Security office is PACKED!!!
Becky: Boo
Merrianne: is the line Crazy long
Me: My number is A155

I watch as the man is falling asleep and his kids are giggling about it.. his daughter keeps poking him when he seems to be really asleep.. his son takes a different approach and throws his jacket at him which smacks him square in the face! His wife see the whole thing and does NOTHING!!

A man limps away from one of the open windows where he was being "helped" and says loudly for everyone to hear.. " WELL THAT WAS A BIG WASTE OF MY TIME!!! BEEN HERE OVER AN HOUR FOR TWO MINUTES OF NOT A BIT OF HELP!! "

Um...he waited for over an hour.. crap..

Number 37... Number 37

SWEAR WORD, my number is A155!!!!!!

oh finally, a chair to sit in....

There is a lady who's nosey asking everyone why they are here today..

I've been sitting for I think 15 minutes now..

the man with the bratty kids fell asleep and I guess his daughter stopped poking him awake, because he missed his number being called...

SS worker: I'm sorry, we called that number, and you didn't come.. where you here? You'll have to get a new number

Man: I didn't hear you call my number, and the number you are on has surpassed the number that I have .

(Who uses surpassed in this situation)

SS worker: YOU NEED TO GET A NEW NUMBER AND WAIT FOR IT TO BE CALLED.

ouch

NUMBER A129

*sigh*

This lady walks in and despite the hat she is wearing, her EARS ARE HUGE.. oh, and let me not forget to mention that this woman is NOT wearing a bra to hold up her breast that are probably bigger than mine were before my reduction procedure.. GOOD GOSH WOMAN!!! Did her two daughters that she came with not mention that maybe a bra would be a good thing to not forget when out in public...

There is an Arab man that apparently works with just the Arabs, because when he goes to his window, the two Arab gentleman sitting behind me, get up and he immediately helps them, and then leave..

um, how long were they here?


Number 43.... Number A140

Number A 140 apparently has been using the wrong name her whole life, because it's suppose to be one name, but on her card it says a different name..even her momma thought she as Debbie.. nope.. she's Deborah the SS worker tells her....


Text 3? Where has the time gone?
Me: A meth head chick just walked in... she keeps twitching and scratching her head.. she gets helped RIGHT away!

Merriane: HA HA HA HA HA HA HA WOW

Text 4:
Me: Why the hell does this kid keep yelling ," MOM, Mom, MOMMY, MOMMY, MOM, MOMMY, MOM, MOM, MOM ( insert SCREAMING NOW topped with CRYING) MOM MOM MOMMY MOM.." this kid sat so quietly the whole time they were waiting, and NOW, he PICKS NOW to need something!!!! UGH

NUMBER A155

Me: Praise the Lord, they called my number!!!!

time spent at the window.... 5 minutes
time spent waiting...2 HOURS

note to self...keep your card in a safe place, that you can remember!

" This life is a test
It's only a test
Had it been an actual life;
you would have received further instructions...
on where to go and what to do"

this is just a teaser... my apologies for not blogging like I should.. FORGIVE

this makes me a titch happy... it belongs on the soundtrack of my life

Confessions of a grade school con artist

( Oh Charlotte, you love these stories )

I was young...it was the summer of 2nd grade...and I had two best friends in the neighborhood I lived in, their names were Angie and Portia, yes Portia.. we swam at the pool all summer and played at each other's houses.. we traded dolls,and well here's the story....
Micheal Jackson came out with we are the world and they were showing an old show of all the actors and singers who sang on the album and watched it at my house, Portia and I, and then we were told to go out and play so we did, but outside we had nothing to play...and not to say that it was all Portia's idea, but Angie was gone that weekend and back then I can't remember if I was a follower or a leader, but Portia said we should collect some money for the kids in Africa, and I thought that was a dumb idea because we had no way to send it to Africa, and Portia said,
" Michelle, we're two little black girls, we could be starving kids from Africa." ( okay, she might not have worded it like that for sure, but I can't remember what she said for sure..)
What I do remember is that ten minutes later, I was holding a bucket as she rang the neighbors door bells and saying,
" Hi, I'm Michelle and this is Portia and we are raising money for the we are the world for our school, would you like to help starving children in Africa?"
and the bucket got filled...
There was a mom and pop pizza place not far out of our neighborhood and we could walk to it without getting into trouble, because we weren't crossing busy streets or anything.... a medium cheese pizza and a 2 liter of soda would cost us around seven dollars and some change.. after ten minutes of coning and checking with the pizza man, we were a few dollars short, so we took our lying seven year old behinds back out into the neighborhood and knocked on a few more doors...
Cheese was the only topping we could agree on, and we took our pizza behind Portia's house and ate a slice each...My mother yelled for me to come in after I had only had a slice and a sip of soda, and Portia's mom's boyfriend had come home at the same time.. we threw the pizza away and I went home.
I remember at some time feeling a bit sorry that we weren't giving the money to the we are the world, but my seven year mind, and now my adult mind agree.. IT WAS SUMMER, those people believed it was for a school project IN THE SUMMER, who does school in the summer.....