I vote for Go Postal, then report back the amusing tale of your tantrum and accompanying violence.
That’s what it took to get neighbor Fred’s $286 in fraudulent charges reverses.
Forgot to SQUEEEE over the new fair dinkum babelettes! Nummers–I’m gonna eat 'em all up, I wills!
<smacks self>
Ok, have been on the phone for an hour re health insurance and vaccines for Daughter. BC/BS was VERY nice on the phone and actually helpful. :eek: 
Here’s the deal: Gardasil and Menactra are 100% covered, no copay, no deductible, no nothing. Yay! we say. HOWEVER, we have to pay first than get reimbursed. <sigh.>
HOWEVER 2, they do not cover the “administration fee” if this shot is performed at a pharmacy. I’d rather the shot be given at her doc’s office, but the pharmacist won’t release the injection: “it doesn’t leave the store, m’am.” :rolleyes: SO, that fee is $15. Ok–I’ll do it.
Now, things get interesting. (no, really!). The Gardasil (the HPV vaccine that conservatives are against because their teenage daughters don’t have sex, dontchaknow) is a 3 unit dose vaccine: initial dose, 2 months and 6 months. Problematic d/t Daughter not being here for the last 2 doses. So, I use me google-fu and find the BU student health services. Their administration fee for this vaccine? $150 PER DOSE. :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek:
So, I have an Rx that can be filled for $45, but cannot be given vs her getting the frigging vaccine but it costing me MORE THAN THE DAMNED DRUG–which I believe is $135.
I will take her for the meningitis vaccine and pay the $15 (and then I submit the paperwork to get the reimbursement), but I’m not sure what we’ll do about the Gardasil.
Time for lunch.
snopth
snrrk
SNURPTH! buh.
I still has Teh Sick. I can plz has antihistamines?
The good news though is that it’s not really any worse today than it was yesterday – yet, anyway. Dare I hope that this is where my immune system sets up its perimeter and makes its tactical offensive to drive back the invading hoard of germy bastards? I’ve been taking a zinc supplement along with my usual one-a-day, and that’s supposed to help bolster one’s immune system. Maybe it’s working. Or maybe those interloping viral pricks are just waiting for the right moment to call in the reserves.
So I haven’t yet replied to Mr. Comingpants II. I’m not sure what to say really. I’d like to avoid being rude if possible, but of course I need to tell him, nicely but firmly, to get stuffed.
On the other side of the coin, I had someone E-Mail me to thank me for a favorable review for his iPhone app, and offer me a free copy, which is nice. Problematic, due to the way such things work on the iPhone (possible, bit a PITA, and requires physical access to a Mac which I don’t have), but a nice gesture all the same.
Spaz - Egad. Roid rage and PTSD is a baaaad combination. I hope things go peacefully during The Talk – and I hope whoever you’ve enlisted for backup has smokestacks for biceps. Just for intimidation factor if nothing else.
Dotty - JesusHorse? I thought Jesus rode dinosaurs? 
Swampy - JesusPhone is in its own way a kind of ironic term, so self-mocking is built-in.
SmartyPants - OMGTINYFEET. Those wee toes are like little cocktail wiener seeds.
Pugs, sounds like one of those scammy ass third party download thingies–it used to drive us bugfuck when I worked for T-Mobile because people (usually kids) would see an ad for “free ringtones” and never notice the teeny print at the bottom of the screen that says “ten bucks a month forever.” AT&T should be able to both refund the charges AND block access to your number for that service but of course they’ll tell you they can’t because they get a cut off the fees. Cell phone companies made a deal with the devil on that little scam…
I will post any update on the teeny toe girls as I get them–I think it’s funny how they got their names, they were originally “Thing 1 and Thing 2” but since the docs refer to twins as “Baby A” and “Baby B” they went out of their way to give them names that fit. As a matter of fact, Brooklyn was actually born first but since she’d already been tagged as Baby B they had to reassign the names since once they’re born they tag the first one out as Baby A… My family has a weird sense of humor exceeded only by the weirder sense of humor that runs in my BIL’s family!
Hooray for Terry The Dog!
Boo for Irresponsible A/C people, bad cess to 'em!
Rigs, I say let’s go on a multi-state shooting spree and target health insurance companies! They suck! Oh, and it’s not surprising that you’re having to find a place for TH–he’s used to you doing that kind of stuff. He’s gonna be in for a huge and unpleasant surprise after you guys separate when it actually dawns on him how much you do and how much he relies on you. Sucks to be him, huh?
Good thoughts for TaxiMom!
Spaz, WoWCrack sounds scary and I don’t blame you for wanting his crazy roid ass out de door–hope it all goes smoothly sans freakouts. Roommates suck!
Himself just had a job cancel on him at the last frickin’ second–customers suck too!
Thanks, Dotty, although I think I’m just a very competent craftsperson when it comes to sewing–I don’t do embellishment for squat but the stuff I make fits and holds up–heck, I have bodices that are twenty years old that are still holding up like iron (and I can still fit in 'em, too, yay me!)
Well, since I no longer have to give Himself a lift to his job I guess I better git giddlin’ as my mom used to say–vrrrrooooommm!!
ETA: “Cocktail weiner seeds,” BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Good one, Mork!
How funny you’re talking about vaccines for your daughter, rigs. This is what I’m staying home for today. We need to go to the HMO to get paperwork to prove she’s had the vaccines. The menningitis and measles thing anyway.
My daughter has already finished her Gardasil rounds. Thank goodness. She had her last one in February, I think.
Spaz, I hope The Talk goes well and the roommate is gone.
Lunch, I’m glad Terry is home.
I’m sending good thoughts for Taxi’s mom.
What teeny little babies, Smartie. Here’s hoping they grow quickly and will be released from the NICU sooner.
I should finish getting ready to go. I’ve got many errands for my daughter; HMO, University, credit union. Then I need to hit our bank and get a couple of certified bank checks and then I need to hit the grocery store.
Next time, call my house-mate, aka Invisible Tenant. Last week, on the tail end of our heat wave, he was at a fast-food place from 9 AM until 10PM replacing a compressor and doing whatever else it took to get the kitchen cool as a room-temperature cucumber again, then fix a walk-in cooler that also cashed in its chips because the room was too warm. I suspect he’ll have a happy paycheck soon.
Meanwhile, I’m recovering from a poke in the eye. It’s gone from stinging and buning to just feeling like I’ve got a bit of dust in there. 
Yay for findin’ the pooch Special1!
I’m home. I brought stuff home to do today and tomorrow. I’ll get it all back in Thursday afternoon which is just fine, so I can go do funeral stuff and after funeral lunch stuff Thursday.
I have chickens on to cook in the slow cooker. The reason my chicken sallit tastes so good, IMO, is that I roast the chickens. I also put a little rosemary, carrot, celery and onion in the chickens’ [del]butt** cavity for flavor. I also like to use a really tart apple chopped fine in the sallit itself. The rest it just celery, onion, boiled aig, mayo and a little salt and pepper to taste. Nummy!
taxi prayers and good thoughts headed out to your mom. Hope she’s better soon.
What was it that you didn’t want?
“Here, let me give you this.”
“No, I’d rather have a poke in the eye…”
Didn’t read.
A/C repairs are astronomical. The parts alone are $474. There might be a clause in my lease that I only have to pay the first $200. I called my landlord so I’m hoping for the best.
OK, so I talked to BU student health and the $150 is partly admin fee and the drug–phew! So, we’re set for the meng vacc next week sometime and she’ll do the gardasil at BU.
#2 son went to a friend’s house; #1 son opened his mail: he got a 4 on his AP European History exam! Yahoo.
I’m cleaning the house sporadically to give myself at least the impression of control. I am also reading Word Freak, a book about Scrabble (competitive play). So far (I’m on page 10) it’s interesting.
TH called he wants a roommate–well, he doesn’t want a roomie, but wants one for the sharing of costs. This should make the kids staying overnight interesting. :rolleyes:
Pie: GAH. If you get it fixed, I’m changing your moniker to Eskimo Pie. You should get some mileage out of that much money!
grrrrrrrrrrrrrr
This morning I didn’t hurt so much, so I came in to work. One cow-orker even brought me a large coffee from the cafeteria. Then the 3rd floor North (where we are) ladies’ room floods and those in need had to go down to 2 South or 1 South (because 3 South is behind a security door for another department). So I went down to 1. Everything was fine until the rubber tip of the crutch caught a small water spot and I momentarily lost balance. In regaining said balance, I wrenched the damn hamstring again and it HURTS!
Still waiting on my daughter…sigh.
Dammit, I took time off for her to get this crap done.
My daughter got a 4 on her AP exam too. We’ve got smart kids, rigs.
I’m glad the Gardasil thing isn’t going to be as expensive as you thought.
I’ve cleaned up the kitchen, now I just wish my daughter would hurry up. I’ve got other things to take care of today too. I don’t think I’m going to make it into work.
Yay for TerryDog!
Does anyone else find that the really dark blue jeans that are popular now turn your fingers blue? Now that we’re wearing jeans at work all the time, I’m noticing it a lot more. I go to wash my hands and the suds from the soap are all blue. It took me a while (last time we were allowed to wear jeans, late last fall) to figure out what was going on until I noticed it only happened when I was wearing the dark blue jeans and not any other pants. So now that it’s open season on jeans again, I’ve got blue fingers again too.
Our new toilet was delivered today! Yay for soon-to-be no more low-flow not-fully-flushing-and-getting-clogged issues!
Hello everyone.
pauses for all of the shocked looks
Yeah, I’m back in here. With some bad news, though I will get to that shortly. I can’t believe y’all are up to four pages by Tuesday, though. I missed everybody.
Lots of sympathy to the appropriate peoples and hugs to everyone…except Mindy, whom I will hug from a distance since he is so sick.
Let’s get to the bad news, first of all. My subscription is about to expire and I have decided not to renew. My last day here is July 28th. If at some time free posting does show up you’ll see me again. Until then, I wanted to say a proper goodbye.
But I didn’t want to just start a thread, or post somewheres. I’ll be posting back in here again for the next two weeks (if I’m still welcome! gives puppy dog look).
What’s going on in my life? Well, I moved in June. We are now living in a (rented) house. It’s the first time we’ve ever lived in a house, it’s independent from the houses around it, and very cool. We have to do some yard work, and we can ignore some other stuff.
We rent from the German American Club of Albany, which has their biergarten in the lot behind ours. (Which means you guys could find my address, if you wanted to!) They are very ooooooooold people and thus fairly quiet. They play the Chicken Dance at half the normal speed, it’s hilarious.
My uncle died this spring. It seems to have…weakened the rest of my family. My aunt and my mom are both sickly, as is my other uncle. No one knows where my real mom, the youngest sister, is right now, so we don’t know if she’s sick or not. And my brother and his wife are having marital troubles.
On his side, his family is having trouble, too. It makes us sad to see but at the same time it’s bringing us closer than ever, since we see how happy our home is compared to others.
What else? I now live so close to work that I’ve been riding my bike in. I mean, it’s just a little over 3 miles, it would be silly not to.
I read many of the mumpers posts on losng their mothers… My mother is…well, I can’t really say how ill. No one tells me, which is a cost of the distance I have put between us. My mother told my aunts she was ill, telling them not to tell me. My aunts told my brother she was ill, telling him not to tell me. My brother…called me up and told me. But he doesn’t have any details. It’s a form of cancer, so I don’t know. I did talk to both my aunts and my mother this weekend, and they were happy to hear from me. Mom didn’t tell me about it though.
I don’t have all bad news, I hope - as I think of more I’ll be back to post it. I am happy to see you all. I did read through the whole thread and meant to be more specific but now I have forgotten everything I was going to say.
Lots of love to everybody!
Mika--sorry to hear about your mom, and I hope you do come back. We’ll still be here (in one form or another).
Rosie–OUCH! Sorry. 
Rest up. Feel better soon.
Taters–we still have to pay the $450 up front, but at least it’ll get reimbursed. #1 son that the AP Euro test was HARD–he is shocked (and pleased) he got a 4. Of course, our kids get their smarts from us. 
I spent the last hour looking at jobs at Monster.com. That’s an interesting place–I put in registered nurse and get retail store pet trainer. WTF? I also checked out the ILA for lib jobs–I can’t afford to do library FT (too steep a cut in pay), and no PT out there right now. I do have something I’m mulling over–clinical documentation specialist–no idea how much it pays, but it’s at my hospital and PT. I’ll think about it over night and then see if I apply. I also need to work on my book. I need an agent–someone find me an agent for cozy murder mysteries, kay? Ta.
Rigs, my mom’s a nurse and I KNOW some of your patients act like animals!
Are you really writing a novel? Awesome. I write, too, but don’t think I could struggle through a novel.
Ever heard that Beatle’s song “Baby, You Can Drive My Car”?.. well, the agent is sorta like the driver in that song…
I do have a few chapters of shite written. I need the DISCIPLINE to sit down and finish it. I’m sitting in front of my computer right now. No plans, no chores to do–this is a perfect time. <sigh>
I also put in no further than 20 miles from home, so I got job ops in Pittsburgh, PA!
I’ll tell you - the only way to get writing done sometimes is to make yourself do it. Usually once you sit down eventually the words come, but it’s not easy!
Hi Meeks! Sorry about your family being sick.{{{{}}}} We’ll hold a palce for you and the rest of the free posters.
Roise, ouch. You need a nurse or something.
Hey doggie! Nice to see you again. I missed you.