Rayann, I'm totally stealing this from your blog:
More About Me
1. What is your occupation? MOM and freelance writer
2. What color are your socks right now? No socks on these feet when I can help it.
3. What are you listening to right now? My dog snoring in the recliner and Iron Chef on the TV in our room.
4. What was the last thing that you ate? Fiber One Honey Clusters
5. Can you drive a stick shift? Yes and I miss it!
6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Cerulean blue
7. Last person you spoke to on the phone? Mom
8. Do you like the person who sent this to you? No one sent it to me, but I love the girl I stole it from!
9. How old are you today? 34
10. Favorite drink? Hmmm...Dr Pepper? Oh, you mean alcohol? Prolly vodka.
11. What is your favorite sport to watch? There is no such thing
12. Have you ever dyed your hair? Yes
13. Pets? 2 wondermutts, Jake and Greta
14. Favorite food? Mexican or Chinese, or anything Mom cooks
15. What was the last movie you watched? Night at the Museum
16. Favorite day of the year? 3 way tie between the kids' and Greg's birthdays
17. What do you do to vent anger? Yell, cry and clean.
18. What was your favorite toy as a child? Barbies
19. What is your favorite fall or spring? Spring
20. Hugs or kisses? Both
21. Cherries or Blueberries? Cherries
25. When was the last time you cried? I honestly can't remember
26. What is on the floor of your closet? shoes, belts, and probably one dog
27. Who is the friend you have had the longest? Angie Schrier (Kirby)...since grade school
28. What can I do to improve? Take better care of myself
29. Favorite smells? Greg, and my kids after a bath, and lilacs
30. Who inspires you? Mom, Rayann, and anyone debt-free
31. What are you afraid of? Losing one or both of my kids
32. Cheese, spicy, hamburger? Cheesy...I think...
33. Favorite dog breed? MUTTS!
34. How many years at your current job? Going on three years
35. Favorite day of the week? Monday
36. How many states have you lived in? two
38. Favorite holidays? Hmmm...any ones that Greg gets paid vacation for?
39. Ever driven a Motorcycle or heavy machinery? Used to drive a mini-bike as a kid, but that's it.
40. Favorite place to go out on a date? ...what's a date? Wait, is that that thing you do without your kids? I remember those...not sure where we'd go on a "real" date...as long as I'm with Greg, I kinda don't give a rat's ear where we go.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
A Hair Decision Pending...
So I mentioned earlier in the week that I haven't had a haircut in a year. At least. I was pregnant with Jackson, and I think it may have been before my birthday, so probably more than a year. Needless to say, my hair is SHOT. Split ends o'plenty, and it's too long to have ANY body or fullness, and it looks especially nice after 1/2 of it fell out in the four months after Jackson was born. It's a good thing my kids don't care (yet) what Mom looks like, and that my husband looks at me with eyes of love because the hair...it's not happenin'. So real soon here, something's gotta give.
I have ALWAYS wanted to shave my head. OK, not shave it...no, yeah, shave it - for a quite a few years I was determined to shave it off, seriously. I always said I wanted to shave it off and start over and see how it grows back. I've had such lifelong dislike for my hair, I figure how much worse can it come back? It's thin, AND fine, AND it breaks off all the time, it is genetically inferior hair. Mom, Dad, sorry, no offense. Y'all gave me some shitty-ass hair. Notchor fault, not mad atcha, I just calls it like I sees it, folks.
Anyway, the "shave it" idea has mutated into just wanting a REALLY short cut, like less than two inches long. Greg seems to think there is NO way I won't absolutely HATE it and refuses to help me, but says from his perspective it doesn't matter to him, he'll love me no matter what my hair looks like.
Sooo, now I just have to decide if I REALLY have the guts to chop it off. I figure, what do I have to lose? I don't have to go anywhere I don't want to, I only see people I know when I choose to, it's summer so a short fun do might be cool...but I might hate it and go into a depression because I've made myself look horrible. But that goes back to "who cares? You're at home 24/7!" It'll grow back, whether I hate it or love it, so like most things in life, it's temporary, right?
Can you think of any reason not to? I'm really trying, but not coming up with anything...details as they become available, stay tuned!
OK, how about this one:
And OK, so I don't have the cute perfect ears for it, but how about this one:
And this one is longer than I want, and looks like a lot of work but is cute:
I have ALWAYS wanted to shave my head. OK, not shave it...no, yeah, shave it - for a quite a few years I was determined to shave it off, seriously. I always said I wanted to shave it off and start over and see how it grows back. I've had such lifelong dislike for my hair, I figure how much worse can it come back? It's thin, AND fine, AND it breaks off all the time, it is genetically inferior hair. Mom, Dad, sorry, no offense. Y'all gave me some shitty-ass hair. Notchor fault, not mad atcha, I just calls it like I sees it, folks.
Anyway, the "shave it" idea has mutated into just wanting a REALLY short cut, like less than two inches long. Greg seems to think there is NO way I won't absolutely HATE it and refuses to help me, but says from his perspective it doesn't matter to him, he'll love me no matter what my hair looks like.
Sooo, now I just have to decide if I REALLY have the guts to chop it off. I figure, what do I have to lose? I don't have to go anywhere I don't want to, I only see people I know when I choose to, it's summer so a short fun do might be cool...but I might hate it and go into a depression because I've made myself look horrible. But that goes back to "who cares? You're at home 24/7!" It'll grow back, whether I hate it or love it, so like most things in life, it's temporary, right?
Can you think of any reason not to? I'm really trying, but not coming up with anything...details as they become available, stay tuned!
OK, how about this one:
And OK, so I don't have the cute perfect ears for it, but how about this one:
And this one is longer than I want, and looks like a lot of work but is cute:
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Stinkin' Hospital Bills
So about the end of January, maybe Febraury, we got this bill from UNMC Physicians (where Jackson was born), from the anesthesiologist, for almost 500 bucks. Mind you, we had JUST written them a check for over TWO THOUSAND DOLLARS for the ENTIRE bill that we owed them (our portion after insurance). I was slightly taken aback.
Frankly, I paid nothing the first month because I hadn't incorporated it into our budget yet. This was the FIRST bill we received for this charge.
Next month, early March. I received another bill, "due immediately". I called and explained that we had made every effort to pay our bill in its entirety because we were of the understanding that it was our entire bill. This new, late bill was somewhat of an unpleasant surprise, I explained. The not-so-friendly gentleman I spoke to explained that it was my INSURANCE company's fault as they had not responded until the beginning of January (and only paid 12 dollars, by the way...still need to ask them about that...)
I assured him we were willing to pay it if we owed it, and stated the monthly payment we would be able to pay. He said that just wouldn't work, and offered a payment three times as much. I said that wouldn't work. He said it had to, or our account would "proceed through collections". I said it still wouldn't work. He then said I could have him send me the "financial assistance forms" to see if we might qualify for some type of discount. I said, yes, please. More than a week passed.
I received the forms. I filled them out, copied the necessary financial documents, made copies of all, and sent it all to the address on the form, as instructed. As in, the form stated "MAIL TO:...".
That was early April.
The form, and the aforementioned not-so-friendly gentleman, had told me it would take at LEAST 30 days to process our forms. He had told me that once they received our forms, it would put a "freeze" on our account and keep it from collection. So I was not surprised I hadn't heard from them yet. Their oh-so-reliable form assured me I would hear from them.
Weeks passed. Today I received a statement in the mail from "ACS". Something-or-other-CREDIT-Services. Here's the jist: "UNMC Physicians has placed your account for collection with us. Cough it up or else." OK, so that's paraphrased.
Needless to say, I called UNMC. Explained the whooooole situation. They said "OH, we never received any forms back from you." I told her when I had mailed them, and to where. She said "OH, well THAT'S why - you sent them to the wrong address." I explained that I had sent them to the exact address the form instructed me to send them to. She said "Yeah, they need to stop putting that on there,that's wrong." GEE, YA THINK????
So I emailed scans of the forms to her (another reason I keep copies of EVERYTHING I mail), and Greg just went to drop hard copies in the mail. She is going to try to pull the account from collection. Then it'll be another "AT LEAST" 30 days before we hear anything again, but hopefully the VERY nice lady I talked to today will process our forms quickly so we can get this taken care of.
I HATE outstanding bills, it drives me nuts.
And getting a letter from a collection agency made me throw up in my mouth a little bit. Filth flarn foul foul filth.
Frankly, I paid nothing the first month because I hadn't incorporated it into our budget yet. This was the FIRST bill we received for this charge.
Next month, early March. I received another bill, "due immediately". I called and explained that we had made every effort to pay our bill in its entirety because we were of the understanding that it was our entire bill. This new, late bill was somewhat of an unpleasant surprise, I explained. The not-so-friendly gentleman I spoke to explained that it was my INSURANCE company's fault as they had not responded until the beginning of January (and only paid 12 dollars, by the way...still need to ask them about that...)
I assured him we were willing to pay it if we owed it, and stated the monthly payment we would be able to pay. He said that just wouldn't work, and offered a payment three times as much. I said that wouldn't work. He said it had to, or our account would "proceed through collections". I said it still wouldn't work. He then said I could have him send me the "financial assistance forms" to see if we might qualify for some type of discount. I said, yes, please. More than a week passed.
I received the forms. I filled them out, copied the necessary financial documents, made copies of all, and sent it all to the address on the form, as instructed. As in, the form stated "MAIL TO:...".
That was early April.
The form, and the aforementioned not-so-friendly gentleman, had told me it would take at LEAST 30 days to process our forms. He had told me that once they received our forms, it would put a "freeze" on our account and keep it from collection. So I was not surprised I hadn't heard from them yet. Their oh-so-reliable form assured me I would hear from them.
Weeks passed. Today I received a statement in the mail from "ACS". Something-or-other-CREDIT-Services. Here's the jist: "UNMC Physicians has placed your account for collection with us. Cough it up or else." OK, so that's paraphrased.
Needless to say, I called UNMC. Explained the whooooole situation. They said "OH, we never received any forms back from you." I told her when I had mailed them, and to where. She said "OH, well THAT'S why - you sent them to the wrong address." I explained that I had sent them to the exact address the form instructed me to send them to. She said "Yeah, they need to stop putting that on there,that's wrong." GEE, YA THINK????
So I emailed scans of the forms to her (another reason I keep copies of EVERYTHING I mail), and Greg just went to drop hard copies in the mail. She is going to try to pull the account from collection. Then it'll be another "AT LEAST" 30 days before we hear anything again, but hopefully the VERY nice lady I talked to today will process our forms quickly so we can get this taken care of.
I HATE outstanding bills, it drives me nuts.
And getting a letter from a collection agency made me throw up in my mouth a little bit. Filth flarn foul foul filth.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
There Goes the House Payment...
Our taxes and insurance come out of escrow every month, so they are part of our house payment. Our APR is fixed so generally our payment doesn't fluctuate much...
Unless the Douglas County Assessor's office decides to increase the supposed "value" of our house by TWENTY SIX THOUSAND DOLLARS in ONE YEAR.
I keep looking for new fabulous landscaped parks or new roads, new schools...ANYTHING that would cause property values to go up around here that much in one year. Nope, no such luck. They just apparently decided that the folks living in old houses up in Benson weren't getting sucked for enough taxes just yet. Either that or they're trying to tell me that having one pine tree removed from my front yard increased my whole neighborhood's property value by over 40%. I don't think so, Tim. And please don't tell me it's the new Targets they built up on 72nd. They are not that great. And not that close! And now I REALLY can't afford to shop at them!
Grrr. Can't WAIT to see the new statment for taxes next year...anyone wanna buy a house?
Unless the Douglas County Assessor's office decides to increase the supposed "value" of our house by TWENTY SIX THOUSAND DOLLARS in ONE YEAR.
I keep looking for new fabulous landscaped parks or new roads, new schools...ANYTHING that would cause property values to go up around here that much in one year. Nope, no such luck. They just apparently decided that the folks living in old houses up in Benson weren't getting sucked for enough taxes just yet. Either that or they're trying to tell me that having one pine tree removed from my front yard increased my whole neighborhood's property value by over 40%. I don't think so, Tim. And please don't tell me it's the new Targets they built up on 72nd. They are not that great. And not that close! And now I REALLY can't afford to shop at them!
Grrr. Can't WAIT to see the new statment for taxes next year...anyone wanna buy a house?
Just for the sake of talking...
So apparently I have more to talk about than I thought. Shut up. I do NOT talk all the time IRL.
Hmm, what else can I divulge? I am a HUGE laundry failure - how's THAT for a confession? I suck at it. I keep enough clothes washed to keep us clothed...most of the time. For a long time, Greg did a lot more laundry than I did, but I think he gave up on "helping" me, when he realized that mostly he was helping uh, nobody. He does his own work clothes, and I handle the rest. And by "handle" I mean ignore as much as possible and wash when necessary. Sad, isn't it. I should REALLY care more about laundry but A) we don't have anywhere to be most days anyway that we NEED to be spiffy for and 2) did I mention how much I HATE laundry? It's the most pointless, neverending, thankless, perpetual dirty job in the history of the world.
But one of these days. One of these days I'm gonna catch up on it. If only for a moment, until Samantha spills strawberry milk on her shirt, or Jackson has a blow-out, or Greg comes home and sheds his work clothes...for one moment, I'll get it caught up. I just KNOW there's a floor in that laundry room. I'm sure of it. And then it'll start over again...it'll pile up faster than I can wash it, it'll slip my mind for days at a time. The bedding will get changed. The towels will get used. And the hampers'll fill up. Until Greg quietly, knowingly and kindly asks "Do I have ANY clean socks?" And then I'll remember why I never bothered to "catch up" in the first place.
Op - the dryer just stopped, I should go get those clothes out. Eh, maybe I'll just restart them...again...they could use one more "fluff"...
Hmm, what else can I divulge? I am a HUGE laundry failure - how's THAT for a confession? I suck at it. I keep enough clothes washed to keep us clothed...most of the time. For a long time, Greg did a lot more laundry than I did, but I think he gave up on "helping" me, when he realized that mostly he was helping uh, nobody. He does his own work clothes, and I handle the rest. And by "handle" I mean ignore as much as possible and wash when necessary. Sad, isn't it. I should REALLY care more about laundry but A) we don't have anywhere to be most days anyway that we NEED to be spiffy for and 2) did I mention how much I HATE laundry? It's the most pointless, neverending, thankless, perpetual dirty job in the history of the world.
But one of these days. One of these days I'm gonna catch up on it. If only for a moment, until Samantha spills strawberry milk on her shirt, or Jackson has a blow-out, or Greg comes home and sheds his work clothes...for one moment, I'll get it caught up. I just KNOW there's a floor in that laundry room. I'm sure of it. And then it'll start over again...it'll pile up faster than I can wash it, it'll slip my mind for days at a time. The bedding will get changed. The towels will get used. And the hampers'll fill up. Until Greg quietly, knowingly and kindly asks "Do I have ANY clean socks?" And then I'll remember why I never bothered to "catch up" in the first place.
Op - the dryer just stopped, I should go get those clothes out. Eh, maybe I'll just restart them...again...they could use one more "fluff"...
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