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Obama administration official: Chrysler will file for bankruptcy now that negotiations with creditors have collapsed.
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Thursday, April 30, 2009
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At first eating five or six Cadbury eggs for lunch seems like a good idea - while you are painting the exterior of your house, putting 24 inch rims on your Mini Van and laying new sod simultaneously, but a few hours later you won’t be able to pull yourself off the couch. If the Powers That Be didn’t want me to eat so many of them they wouldn’t have been selling them for a penny each, that was a .49 discount! Per egg! . They don’t age well, you know. The good news is I have a new lawn, My van is bangin' and the outside of my house is pink.
I also joined Twitter, (but not while under the influence of candy eggs) where I can now “follow” such luminaries as Matthew Perry and Diablo Cody as they muse on topics such as watching CNN on Virgin airlines to picking at dried mascara. Heady stuff. Rainn Wilson posts all the time, There, he just posted like forty-seven times about corn. Really. Twitter is for people who are too ADD to blog.
I like it though! I follow someone named Dpressman because Matthew Perry told me to! Perry also wants me to see 17 Again but I liked it better when it was called Freaky Friday and Jodie Foster was Zac Enron. I’m forty, I don’t have to know his name. HA. I’m not going to go see it, don’t tell Matthew Perry. I will totally buy the Sunset Strip DVDs when they come out. I’m sure he’ll be pleased. Maybe I’ll “tweet” when I buy them.
I seek out celebrities. It makes me feel a little like a stalker. It makes me feel a little like a celebrity too. I have two followers and I don’t know who either of them are, they are not Matthew Perry or Diablo Cody. Why would Joan or Joe Average follow Joan or Joe Average? I mean really? I don’t seek out people I don’t know there because I don’t really care enough about Joan Public’s cat issues or how Joe Guy feels about his new Ipod. It’s really hard to care about my life in 140 character increments. But it’s all different if its someone famous navel gazing at 140 characters at a time.
Up until a few months ago I thought Demi Moore invented Twitter to get Ashton something to do while she was at the gym.
Back to reality. Dogger and I went on our third therapeutic walk today and we got farther then we did on our last couple. This time we made it two houses in one direction before we had to turn back and two houses in the other. I have to keep telling her to put her foot down. The longer we walk the more she uses the foot/knee but I do have to keep telling her to use it and then I’m note sure how much weight she’s actually putting on it and how much of it is just to make me shut the f up. She gets really tired out from these trips. This afternoon we’re going back to vet to get a check up and I’m going to ask for another course of anti-biotics and more pain meds, not the same antibiotics though and maybe not as high a dose. A maintenance dose if they do that as much as I don’t want her to be on ABTs forever I’ve noticed her leg is still warm and the wound is still a leetle mauvey in one place. I also don’t want her to spend eternity in an E-collar.
At first eating five or six Cadbury eggs for lunch seems like a good idea - while you are painting the exterior of your house, putting 24 inch rims on your Mini Van and laying new sod simultaneously, but a few hours later you won’t be able to pull yourself off the couch. If the Powers That Be didn’t want me to eat so many of them they wouldn’t have been selling them for a penny each, that was a .49 discount! Per egg! . They don’t age well, you know. The good news is I have a new lawn, My van is bangin' and the outside of my house is pink.
I also joined Twitter, (but not while under the influence of candy eggs) where I can now “follow” such luminaries as Matthew Perry and Diablo Cody as they muse on topics such as watching CNN on Virgin airlines to picking at dried mascara. Heady stuff. Rainn Wilson posts all the time, There, he just posted like forty-seven times about corn. Really. Twitter is for people who are too ADD to blog.
I like it though! I follow someone named Dpressman because Matthew Perry told me to! Perry also wants me to see 17 Again but I liked it better when it was called Freaky Friday and Jodie Foster was Zac Enron. I’m forty, I don’t have to know his name. HA. I’m not going to go see it, don’t tell Matthew Perry. I will totally buy the Sunset Strip DVDs when they come out. I’m sure he’ll be pleased. Maybe I’ll “tweet” when I buy them.
I seek out celebrities. It makes me feel a little like a stalker. It makes me feel a little like a celebrity too. I have two followers and I don’t know who either of them are, they are not Matthew Perry or Diablo Cody. Why would Joan or Joe Average follow Joan or Joe Average? I mean really? I don’t seek out people I don’t know there because I don’t really care enough about Joan Public’s cat issues or how Joe Guy feels about his new Ipod. It’s really hard to care about my life in 140 character increments. But it’s all different if its someone famous navel gazing at 140 characters at a time.
Up until a few months ago I thought Demi Moore invented Twitter to get Ashton something to do while she was at the gym.
Back to reality. Dogger and I went on our third therapeutic walk today and we got farther then we did on our last couple. This time we made it two houses in one direction before we had to turn back and two houses in the other. I have to keep telling her to put her foot down. The longer we walk the more she uses the foot/knee but I do have to keep telling her to use it and then I’m note sure how much weight she’s actually putting on it and how much of it is just to make me shut the f up. She gets really tired out from these trips. This afternoon we’re going back to vet to get a check up and I’m going to ask for another course of anti-biotics and more pain meds, not the same antibiotics though and maybe not as high a dose. A maintenance dose if they do that as much as I don’t want her to be on ABTs forever I’ve noticed her leg is still warm and the wound is still a leetle mauvey in one place. I also don’t want her to spend eternity in an E-collar.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Birds of a Feather
I had a rough day at work, the upside being that I still have a job and the downside being that a handful of my coworkers are as dumb as I suspected they were. I get to keep coming to work but I get to keep working with idiots. Also? completely non-related to the Idiotpaloza, I am now on Twitter!
After work I watched two hours of Curb Appeal and fed and watered everything that required feeding and watering my leafy pets outside and my furry pets inside as well as taking Dogger on a therapeutic walk and cleaning out two cat boxes. I decided it was time for some Diana Time.
Literally and figuratively I decided it was time to get back on the bike. The bike which had been living in the car since last fall, had been taken out of the car and locked up outside the back door "temporarily" since Dogger hurt herself .The bike has been outside for a while. I had kept saying to myself that I was going to go out one evening and get some exercise but something always came up and somebody always needed something. That's life in the woman lane, everyone no matter how furry gets what they want before you do. Anyway, I had finally arranged for some "me time" and I was ready to roll.
Or not.
The front tire was flat. No soft, not a little spongy, flat. I said "Okay! I'll just pull out my bike pump and I'll fix that in a jiffy!". Okay, I didn't utilize "jiffy", it was probably "Me go make tire round now again". Anyway, I found the pump and attached it to the tire. And attached it to the tire.. And attached it to the tire. It kept popping off and spraying me with brown water, over and over again. I was burning daylight here and didn't have time for this kind of low comedy. I was also afraid that somebody somewhere was stranding there with a clipboard taking notes and laying bets on how often I was going to repeat the behavior before I figured out it wasn't getting me to the cheese and I need to try going the other direction. After more tries than were necessary to learn that I was doing it wrong, I locked up the bike and decided that if I was going to be outside feeding the neighborhood mosquitoes, what I really wanted to do was to water my morning glory seeds.
I had a rough day at work, the upside being that I still have a job and the downside being that a handful of my coworkers are as dumb as I suspected they were. I get to keep coming to work but I get to keep working with idiots. Also? completely non-related to the Idiotpaloza, I am now on Twitter!
After work I watched two hours of Curb Appeal and fed and watered everything that required feeding and watering my leafy pets outside and my furry pets inside as well as taking Dogger on a therapeutic walk and cleaning out two cat boxes. I decided it was time for some Diana Time.
Literally and figuratively I decided it was time to get back on the bike. The bike which had been living in the car since last fall, had been taken out of the car and locked up outside the back door "temporarily" since Dogger hurt herself .The bike has been outside for a while. I had kept saying to myself that I was going to go out one evening and get some exercise but something always came up and somebody always needed something. That's life in the woman lane, everyone no matter how furry gets what they want before you do. Anyway, I had finally arranged for some "me time" and I was ready to roll.
Or not.
The front tire was flat. No soft, not a little spongy, flat. I said "Okay! I'll just pull out my bike pump and I'll fix that in a jiffy!". Okay, I didn't utilize "jiffy", it was probably "Me go make tire round now again". Anyway, I found the pump and attached it to the tire. And attached it to the tire.. And attached it to the tire. It kept popping off and spraying me with brown water, over and over again. I was burning daylight here and didn't have time for this kind of low comedy. I was also afraid that somebody somewhere was stranding there with a clipboard taking notes and laying bets on how often I was going to repeat the behavior before I figured out it wasn't getting me to the cheese and I need to try going the other direction. After more tries than were necessary to learn that I was doing it wrong, I locked up the bike and decided that if I was going to be outside feeding the neighborhood mosquitoes, what I really wanted to do was to water my morning glory seeds.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Furloughs, pay cuts ordered for state workers
RALEIGH — Gov. Beverly Perdue today ordered unpaid furloughs for all state workers, public school teachers and higher education employees, in an effort to balance the state budget in a struggling economy.
All state employees will see their paychecks in May and June reduced by a total of one half of one percent of their annual salary. An employee making $50,000 per year would see his or her pay reduced a total of $250 during the next two months. An employee making $30,000 would see a salary cut of $150.
In return, state employees will be given 10 hours of flexible time off, which they may take between June 1 and Dec. 31.
I've never been so happy to get paid so little.
RALEIGH — Gov. Beverly Perdue today ordered unpaid furloughs for all state workers, public school teachers and higher education employees, in an effort to balance the state budget in a struggling economy.
All state employees will see their paychecks in May and June reduced by a total of one half of one percent of their annual salary. An employee making $50,000 per year would see his or her pay reduced a total of $250 during the next two months. An employee making $30,000 would see a salary cut of $150.
In return, state employees will be given 10 hours of flexible time off, which they may take between June 1 and Dec. 31.
I've never been so happy to get paid so little.
Just in time for flea and tick season
Increased Scrutiny of Flea and Tick Control Products for Pets -- Signs of the Times News:
Increased Scrutiny of Flea and Tick Control Products for Pets -- Signs of the Times News:
Updates
Those of you with cats know how fun it is to travel with a cat that doesn’t like traveling. Now, imagine the joy of road tripping with two such animals. Other Kitty is going to be staying with me while my parents are out gallivanting across the globe and boy is she thrilled! She loves being with me and she and Tiny and Dogger are all very best friends! Yeah. Right. I’ve had fever dreams that weren’t that outrageous.
In reality Other Kitty isquarantined camped out in the downstairs bedroom. Saturday night I thought that she might be ready to come out and join the party but that ended badly and she hasn’t been out since - Like she has a choice, she can hardly open the door on her own, I have not let her out of the room since then. I have visited though, Sunday afternoon I took a book in there and got on the bed and read my book and I kept expecting her to jump up and visit with me but she never did, instead she stayed under the bed and growled. I did not feel the love. Time passed. Monday after work, I went back to visit and lo and behold, I felt the lurve! Later, I went back to watch House and she was my best friend. Sadly, I had to go check on dinner and Tiny snuck in as I was leaving and I didn’t notice. I came back and chased Tiny out again bur Other Kitty went under the bed and didn’t want to be friends and wouldn’t watch House with me.
Dogger. Dogger is walking on all four feet! Sometimes!. Okay, in reality, she’s still hopping but not all the time! Her incision is just about healed but not all the way so the E-collar stays where it is. To be honest, if I knew that she would be wearing that thing for a month I would have sprung for a nicer one but hind sight and all that. The antibiotics regime is finished and the infection seems to be cleared but I have noticed that the leg is still a little warm and that is not the best sign. She is feeling so much better though! She smiles and wags her tail and I’ve noticed that she’s stretching like she hasn’t done since before the accident! She does the doggy shake, shake, shake in the morning and I’ve had to start using her pinch collar to keep her from pulling on her leash! So those are all good things.
The surgery was March 30 and now it’s a few days short of a month since the surgery and she’s still not baring weight on that leg full time. I joined a Yahoo group for people with dogs with the same injury Dogger has/had and there are a few other dogs on the list who had surgery around the same time Dogger did and those dogs have been on all four feet for at least a week, but those dogs didn’t have Doggers raging post-operative infection either, so that really slowed down her progress from the very beginning. I had thought her wound was a little drippy but it turns out it was a lot drippy and that can be a sign of infection and in her case, it was.
But, the wound is about 98% closed and there is no more drainage of any kind. I gave her a bath over the weekend and she tolerated it well. She’s walking a lot better and seems to be on the road to recovery, so far. She goes back to the vet on Thursday.
Those of you with cats know how fun it is to travel with a cat that doesn’t like traveling. Now, imagine the joy of road tripping with two such animals. Other Kitty is going to be staying with me while my parents are out gallivanting across the globe and boy is she thrilled! She loves being with me and she and Tiny and Dogger are all very best friends! Yeah. Right. I’ve had fever dreams that weren’t that outrageous.
In reality Other Kitty is
Dogger. Dogger is walking on all four feet! Sometimes!. Okay, in reality, she’s still hopping but not all the time! Her incision is just about healed but not all the way so the E-collar stays where it is. To be honest, if I knew that she would be wearing that thing for a month I would have sprung for a nicer one but hind sight and all that. The antibiotics regime is finished and the infection seems to be cleared but I have noticed that the leg is still a little warm and that is not the best sign. She is feeling so much better though! She smiles and wags her tail and I’ve noticed that she’s stretching like she hasn’t done since before the accident! She does the doggy shake, shake, shake in the morning and I’ve had to start using her pinch collar to keep her from pulling on her leash! So those are all good things.
The surgery was March 30 and now it’s a few days short of a month since the surgery and she’s still not baring weight on that leg full time. I joined a Yahoo group for people with dogs with the same injury Dogger has/had and there are a few other dogs on the list who had surgery around the same time Dogger did and those dogs have been on all four feet for at least a week, but those dogs didn’t have Doggers raging post-operative infection either, so that really slowed down her progress from the very beginning. I had thought her wound was a little drippy but it turns out it was a lot drippy and that can be a sign of infection and in her case, it was.
But, the wound is about 98% closed and there is no more drainage of any kind. I gave her a bath over the weekend and she tolerated it well. She’s walking a lot better and seems to be on the road to recovery, so far. She goes back to the vet on Thursday.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Busy, Busy, Busy
Friday evening I went down to see my parents and to have some work done on Minnie, Saturday afternoon, I went back home and planted my gift azalea, in the course of digging the hole, dug a hole deeper than any hole I have ever dug that was not on a beach! Sand really gives you an inflated sense of your innate strength ability to dig holes, there should really be warning labels on sand shovels.
The dirt in front of my house was not nearly as sensitive to my needs as it should have been and lets not even speak of my existing shrubbery, I'm having a sit down with their root systems ASAP and we're going to talk about some changes to their policies and procedures as to moving aside for new additions to the landscaping. This time I took prisionrs, next time around I'm bringing a truck and a tow line and I will be implementing some key personnel changes.
In my mind, the dirt and those plants belong to me and they should have yielded to me without me having to jump up and down on my shovel like a cartoon character, really it was like a stick missing its pogo. But I finally got it in. Please note it is not as close to the patio as it may appear.
Friday morning I wore a jacket to work because it was a little brisk, by Saturday night I was horrified to discover that the window unit a/c upstairs was no longer working! We went from jacket weather to Oh, my gawd I am going to die from the heat! in thirty-six hours. It was springy and then it was summer. Like that. I haven't turned on the house a/c yet but I know it will be soon.
The quandary about when to turn on the a/c is a yearly issue. I hate to turn it on before the middle of May because I arbitrarily decided that May was too early to switch the system on when I could just open windows, I should be taking advantage of the fact that I am lucky enough to live in a house built in the precentral air era and was as such designed to take advantage of cross ventilation. I should just open the windows and stay still.
I'm pretty sure in Dallas the a/c went on in the middle of February, but the climate was different and very few homes around were built before the advent on central air and were not built with an eye towards providing ventilation, and I had thin blood. I feel like such a pussy now that I'm here and my blood has gotten thick from the cold, first I had to get used to the cold and now I can't tolerate the heat. Years ago before my pussy-fication I laughed at 85-90 degrees! That was springy and pleasant! No need to turn the a/c on for that! 102-105? Sure, now it's gotten a little warmer, feel free to turn on the a/c. Now? 85-90 degrees and I'm clinging to my a/c unit and bitching about the heat.
While I was down seeing my parents I got a chance to tour a beautiful kitchen garden. it had lovely raised beds and home-made plant braces and even better? It was all grown from seed!. it was so natural and homey, it was a real Mom and Pop garden.
It makes my garden look down right corporate in comparison with my store bought plants and pre-made plant braces and fancy red plastic "mulch". The other garden didn't have to put "mulch" in quotes because it was actual MULCH, it didn't need the asterisks. My Gawd! I'm growing a Wal-Mart in my back yard! It's a good thing I didn't chose to make hating Wal-Mart into a lifestyle choice or I would be having some deep issues now. My garden is very nice and I am not a farmer. I am a gardener. A newbie gardener. A newbie gardener that doesn't have the patience or the intestinal fortitude to grow from seed. A newbie gardener who likes garden bling. Sue me
Speaking of the garden. Last year I thought I was such a garden bad ass that I would buy some raspberries and grow my own and have raspberries whenever I wanted them? Total huberious. Well. Above is an actual raspberry flower growing on one of my plants! Shocked? I was. I saw that the plants had white stuff scattered around but I assumed it was just bird crap! I mean, really, who would have thought that my raspberry plant might actually produce raspberries?
Friday evening I went down to see my parents and to have some work done on Minnie, Saturday afternoon, I went back home and planted my gift azalea, in the course of digging the hole, dug a hole deeper than any hole I have ever dug that was not on a beach! Sand really gives you an inflated sense of your innate strength ability to dig holes, there should really be warning labels on sand shovels.
Please note sand is not representative of real dirt.
The dirt in front of my house was not nearly as sensitive to my needs as it should have been and lets not even speak of my existing shrubbery, I'm having a sit down with their root systems ASAP and we're going to talk about some changes to their policies and procedures as to moving aside for new additions to the landscaping. This time I took prisionrs, next time around I'm bringing a truck and a tow line and I will be implementing some key personnel changes.
In my mind, the dirt and those plants belong to me and they should have yielded to me without me having to jump up and down on my shovel like a cartoon character, really it was like a stick missing its pogo. But I finally got it in. Please note it is not as close to the patio as it may appear.
The plants root ball is much larger than foliage would suggest.
Friday morning I wore a jacket to work because it was a little brisk, by Saturday night I was horrified to discover that the window unit a/c upstairs was no longer working! We went from jacket weather to Oh, my gawd I am going to die from the heat! in thirty-six hours. It was springy and then it was summer. Like that. I haven't turned on the house a/c yet but I know it will be soon.
The quandary about when to turn on the a/c is a yearly issue. I hate to turn it on before the middle of May because I arbitrarily decided that May was too early to switch the system on when I could just open windows, I should be taking advantage of the fact that I am lucky enough to live in a house built in the precentral air era and was as such designed to take advantage of cross ventilation. I should just open the windows and stay still.
I'm pretty sure in Dallas the a/c went on in the middle of February, but the climate was different and very few homes around were built before the advent on central air and were not built with an eye towards providing ventilation, and I had thin blood. I feel like such a pussy now that I'm here and my blood has gotten thick from the cold, first I had to get used to the cold and now I can't tolerate the heat. Years ago before my pussy-fication I laughed at 85-90 degrees! That was springy and pleasant! No need to turn the a/c on for that! 102-105? Sure, now it's gotten a little warmer, feel free to turn on the a/c. Now? 85-90 degrees and I'm clinging to my a/c unit and bitching about the heat.
While I was down seeing my parents I got a chance to tour a beautiful kitchen garden. it had lovely raised beds and home-made plant braces and even better? It was all grown from seed!. it was so natural and homey, it was a real Mom and Pop garden.
It makes my garden look down right corporate in comparison with my store bought plants and pre-made plant braces and fancy red plastic "mulch". The other garden didn't have to put "mulch" in quotes because it was actual MULCH, it didn't need the asterisks. My Gawd! I'm growing a Wal-Mart in my back yard! It's a good thing I didn't chose to make hating Wal-Mart into a lifestyle choice or I would be having some deep issues now. My garden is very nice and I am not a farmer. I am a gardener. A newbie gardener. A newbie gardener that doesn't have the patience or the intestinal fortitude to grow from seed. A newbie gardener who likes garden bling. Sue me
Speaking of the garden. Last year I thought I was such a garden bad ass that I would buy some raspberries and grow my own and have raspberries whenever I wanted them? Total huberious. Well. Above is an actual raspberry flower growing on one of my plants! Shocked? I was. I saw that the plants had white stuff scattered around but I assumed it was just bird crap! I mean, really, who would have thought that my raspberry plant might actually produce raspberries?
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
A Happy Customer is a return customer.
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Diana,
I'm sorry but I can't replace one plant from the collection. A refund in the amount of $3.33 for the cost of the Tangerine Mama is being processed.
No argument, no wheedling, no finger pointing. I should have known they were rock stars because my order was packed beautifully for shipping, arrived on time and in great condition. I took a risk ordering plants through the mail and they more then exceeded my expectations. When I had a problem, they solved it. Wow. That's what I call really good customer service. I'm just not accustomed to being treated that well by vendors and I told them that too. It's important to let a company know when they exceed your expectations as well as when they miss the mark. I emailed them late Tuesday and Thursday they got back with me. Burpee offers excellent customer service.
I thought I would just try, the plant died and you know, I mean if you don't ask... You never know and while a new plant might have been cool and they certainly don't sell Tangerine Mama at Wally-World. I am more than satisfied with the refund. I will most certainly order my plants from them next year too because they offer a great product and I can be secure that if anything does happen Burpee stands behind their products and offers offers excellent customer service I had a problem and they solved it. Period. Great company and great service, I wholeheartedly recommend Burpee for your seed and plant needs.
I was feeling so flush with success with this that I decided to take on my vet insurance. They finally under wrote Dogger, which is nice but reading the small print was decidedly not as nice. I knew they wouldn't cover her Addison's and I had my doubts about her knees I had assumed there wasn't anything else they could decide to not cover. I mean once you have said you won't cover the pricey chronic disease or the expensive acute orthopedic issues what's left?
Her teeth.
I brush her teeth. I used to brush them a lot more frequently than I do now but I still brush when I can, which is more than some people. The vet has never touched her teeth, ever. However, on her chart it says that she is undergoing ongoing dental treatment! Because I brush her teeth! I saw it under the list of things they consider a pre-existing condition and I went through the roof.
I sent an email, where I calmly and rationally and without a single expletive explained the misunderstanding and left it in their hands. I don't think I should be punished for being responsible and doing routine maintenance of her teeth. I've always taken good care of her teeth and if something does happen to them it should be covered. If I never did anything to them and just let them rot I would understand... No, I wouldn't, I would expect my insurance to pay to fix them. It made me mad, I'm paying them $30 a month in the hopes that they would pull my fat out of the fire if I ever needed it. So far they have left me to burn.
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Diana,
I'm sorry but I can't replace one plant from the collection. A refund in the amount of $3.33 for the cost of the Tangerine Mama is being processed.
No argument, no wheedling, no finger pointing. I should have known they were rock stars because my order was packed beautifully for shipping, arrived on time and in great condition. I took a risk ordering plants through the mail and they more then exceeded my expectations. When I had a problem, they solved it. Wow. That's what I call really good customer service. I'm just not accustomed to being treated that well by vendors and I told them that too. It's important to let a company know when they exceed your expectations as well as when they miss the mark. I emailed them late Tuesday and Thursday they got back with me. Burpee offers excellent customer service.
I thought I would just try, the plant died and you know, I mean if you don't ask... You never know and while a new plant might have been cool and they certainly don't sell Tangerine Mama at Wally-World. I am more than satisfied with the refund. I will most certainly order my plants from them next year too because they offer a great product and I can be secure that if anything does happen Burpee stands behind their products and offers offers excellent customer service I had a problem and they solved it. Period. Great company and great service, I wholeheartedly recommend Burpee for your seed and plant needs.
I was feeling so flush with success with this that I decided to take on my vet insurance. They finally under wrote Dogger, which is nice but reading the small print was decidedly not as nice. I knew they wouldn't cover her Addison's and I had my doubts about her knees I had assumed there wasn't anything else they could decide to not cover. I mean once you have said you won't cover the pricey chronic disease or the expensive acute orthopedic issues what's left?
Her teeth.
I brush her teeth. I used to brush them a lot more frequently than I do now but I still brush when I can, which is more than some people. The vet has never touched her teeth, ever. However, on her chart it says that she is undergoing ongoing dental treatment! Because I brush her teeth! I saw it under the list of things they consider a pre-existing condition and I went through the roof.
I sent an email, where I calmly and rationally and without a single expletive explained the misunderstanding and left it in their hands. I don't think I should be punished for being responsible and doing routine maintenance of her teeth. I've always taken good care of her teeth and if something does happen to them it should be covered. If I never did anything to them and just let them rot I would understand... No, I wouldn't, I would expect my insurance to pay to fix them. It made me mad, I'm paying them $30 a month in the hopes that they would pull my fat out of the fire if I ever needed it. So far they have left me to burn.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
More fun with me!
Since we're on the topic of my old age related ills, lets talk about my thumb.
Back when I was forcing The Kitty to live despite his better judgement, he knew he was dieing while I "knew" that he was going to live because of the sheer force of my will - He bit through my thumb while I was force feeding him. It bled a little but it didn't seem like a big deal at the time. My cat was dieing.
Now, months later its a big deal because the thumb is going through some changes. The good news is that sooner rather than later I will have a shiny new pink nail, I can see it there, waiting for the old nail to let go but old nail seems to be in no hurry to move on to the next phase of it's life. If that grosses you out you should be living with it, its even grosser in real life and it hurts. To spare both myself and others the adult content and graphic nature, I wear band aids or tape on it and they both make me crazy, the nail throbs but the adhesives on the tape and band aids makes me want to lose my mind. I don't know whats worse, the band aids or what's under it. I have learned that my thumb pretty much warms the bench when it comes to digging in the garden, my thumb is absolutely first string when it comes to trying to wash my hair.You learn things over time.
Well enough about my thumb. Wednesday was Administrative Professionals Day!!! and I got a prezzie!
Since we're on the topic of my old age related ills, lets talk about my thumb.
Back when I was forcing The Kitty to live despite his better judgement, he knew he was dieing while I "knew" that he was going to live because of the sheer force of my will - He bit through my thumb while I was force feeding him. It bled a little but it didn't seem like a big deal at the time. My cat was dieing.
Now, months later its a big deal because the thumb is going through some changes. The good news is that sooner rather than later I will have a shiny new pink nail, I can see it there, waiting for the old nail to let go but old nail seems to be in no hurry to move on to the next phase of it's life. If that grosses you out you should be living with it, its even grosser in real life and it hurts. To spare both myself and others the adult content and graphic nature, I wear band aids or tape on it and they both make me crazy, the nail throbs but the adhesives on the tape and band aids makes me want to lose my mind. I don't know whats worse, the band aids or what's under it. I have learned that my thumb pretty much warms the bench when it comes to digging in the garden, my thumb is absolutely first string when it comes to trying to wash my hair.You learn things over time.
Well enough about my thumb. Wednesday was Administrative Professionals Day!!! and I got a prezzie!
Isn't it pretty? Its so much better than a bouquet they got me last year. It's going to look really nice in my yard. I have another azalea on the other side and next spring they will be a nice matching pair. Thursday, management is taking all the support staff out to lunch. It's good to have a job.
Signs of the Times
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