Lost & found, the MMP

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Blurf. The realtor and I have calls in to the mortgage guy. The check for the deposit has been written and sent in to start the escrow account. The inspection is Friday.

Airman and the sprog and I are going through our stuff to decide what to keep and what to get rid of. So far, we’re losing three contractor-sized trash bags full of clothes, one bag of the sprog’s books that he doesn’t want anymore, and that’s barely scratching the surface. We’ve found a crapton of loose change, some of Airman’s military stuff, and jewelry he brought back from Afghanistan. And some of the sprog’s baby memories, like the T-shirt the hospital where he was born gave us. It’s hard to believe that the same tiny baby is now 13.

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Last night my dad and sister and I ordered pizza. A bit later we saw a pickup truck on the road, and we thought it couldn’t be the pizza delivery guy - but it was. He told us he has a construction business and delivers pizza on the side.

I keep trying to log into the Dope with my old password instead of my new one. Hmm, maybe if I post my password info here, I’ll remember it. I changed my password from “password” to “password1.”

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I do hope you’re kidding, otherwise the entire Dope has access to your profile now

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That strange noise you heard early Saturday was the sound of the universe cocking the fuck with me gun. The crisis is over, and my temper has subsided to the point that I can tell the tale without getting pissed off.

Saturday, I showed up at the local horsepistol to have a fancy-schmancy MRI done on my liver, something that will happen every six months until I assume room temperature. The registration people were acting very weird, and I soon found out that whenever they ran my card, [del]Double[/del]Blue Cross would report that my coverage was “inactive”.

I made sure that they weren’t using the BC number from my previous job, they weren’t, and of course the customer service desk was only open for calls from mere mortals like me 8-5 M-F, certainly not at 0700 on a Saturday.

Fast forward to today. I got the MRI rescheduled, and the appointment with the liver doc, then I went after BC.

“Mr. Vunder, your coverage was discontinued on 1 April.”

“April 1st? Is this some kind of joke?!?” The wisecrack went straight over her head.

I conferred with my HR guy. He was in on this Saturday when I called him in a combination panic and lather from the horsepistol. The issue is that on 1 April, since I did not take advantage of the carrot on the stick to participate in the policy wellness program, I was supposed to be dropped from that particular program. BC, in their infinite incompetence, dropped my coverage completely instead.

For the record, I don’t see the point of an annual physical and going meatless once a week when I have conditions that keep me medically monitored more tightly that the BC wellness PC BS.

So, I am now restored to coverage, and my MRI and MD appointments are rescheduled for a week later.

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((Bobbio))) Glad things were resolved

Sorry I have been skurse again. This happened… (he’s doing better btw)

I keep loosing & finding my rat. He keeps hiding when I take him outside ( on the closed in porch) he was gone 24 hours last time… I hope I find him again, otherwise I will be very sad… I need to get him a leash.

Rosie’s sig to all!

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“All Mommy wanted was a backrub.” ?

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**flytrap **- that cracked me up!!!

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{{{butters and hubby}}}

Moooom, about ten years ago, my folks quit traveling. Mom was legally blind and in poor general health, so instead of them coming to visit us kids, it was us going there.

As for the title question, I lose something in my studio every now and then. It’s aggravating as hell, given that the area is only 6’X8’ and has storage/work surfaces in half of it.

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I rarely lose things. The last thing I remember losing was my address book and that was over 15 years ago. However, I do lose my patience quite often.

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I also rarely lose stuff, but I have been known to lose my car keys in my left hand.

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You must have very large hands!

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I wouldn’t choose such an easy-to-guess password in the first place, and I would never reveal my actual password in a post on the message board anyway. So yes, I am kidding when I pretend to say what my password is. :slight_smile:

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Nah, it’s something like “All our babies are special deliveries!” Although there are times when I wish I could return him to sender.

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**FCD **just called. He was able to get in to see the doctor today. His back problem is severe arthritis. On Thurs, they’re going to give him some kind of shot in the hopes of killing the pain. If that doesn’t do it, there’s another procedure (outpatient, not full-on back surgery) that they’ll do.

I just hope the poor guy gets some relief. I’ve never seen him in such agony… :frowning:

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:slight_smile:

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Howdy Y’all! We have funeralized and been fed by church ladies. I say that’s a big day. The service (grave side) was short and sweet but very nice. An old family friend gave the eulogy and it befit Ron very well. The memorial service done for the parents at the nursin’ home was also very nice. The N.O.L. was outstandin’. Some fine church lady cookin’. Fried chikin (duh!), ham, roast beast, beans, peas, fried okra, N.O.T. sallit, a really good dish with carrots and apples (I usually don’t like sweet carrots but this was good!), rolls, cornbread, deviled aigs (again, duh!), ‘nanner puddin’, cakes, pies, even ice cream! Needless to say dindin shall be forage if’n you desire sustenance. OYKW is in a food coma as I post. I should be (really, want to be) but I shall resist the call of nappage bein’ as tomorrow is back to irk for da bear.

BBBobbio if anyone could join the 'dope from the dead it would be Ron. :smiley: Glad the insurance thing got resolved. Shall they expect a poison pen letter?

{{{BigKitty}}} here’s soft kitty.

{{{Pearl and Hubby}}} hope things are goin’ well.

Rockin’ I take it things are movin’ again on the new digs.

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Home. I need to set a timer to remind myself that I should get up and walk around. I went over 2 hours without moving, and when I realized it had been so long, it was a challenge to stand - I was stiff and achy!! Yeah, it’s mostly from all the yard work I did this weekend, but still, I need to move periodically.

Supper will be poke chops, rice, cabbage, and maybe carrots. Or pears. Haven’t decided. I stopped at an Amish market that had 'maters last week. Today, they had one. For $2.15 - for ONE TOMATO!!! As far as I know, they still have it.

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Mooomm It’s a very special tomato. You don’t eat a tomato like that all at once.

Bobbio Glad you got the insurance thing straightened out. I would have been having kittens and cows all over. Cows and kittens that swear like a sailor.

The excitement of my day involves hitting the grocery store. This is slightly unfortunate, because it’s Outside, and Outside is painful for me. Oh well.

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Going Wednesday to co-sign a lease for The Boy’s apartment. After I take Girl 2.0 to the technical college for placement testing for her summer class. At least Littlest Miss isn’t conspiring to make me feel old - we finally reached a compromise. She can’t answer the door or play outside unless she agrees to put on some underwear, at minimum. She is happily naked. Indoors. I hope I can convince her to wear clothes before school starts.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch: sausage and N.O.T. for supper. Maybe some cabbage and cornbread alongside. Hot afternoon, I should probably water the garden.

The Fellow is doing his pre-op interview for yet another shoulder surgery on Friday. Whee. Maybe this will be the last surgical bit.

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Been a blurfy day.

I was up for a while. Logged into irk when they requested. Then took a nap. I have no idea why I am so tired.

My mother is trying to plan a birthday get together for Sah-son and me, it’s either this weekend or next weekend. I’ll let you know something as soon as I know something FCM. I don’t want to go, but I will for him. There’s more stuff I need to get out of her house too. Now that she is not moving, after all the shit she put us through when she was moving, there isn’t as much that I need to get. She was supposed to give me the patio furniture, now I have to buy some.

We have a mystery here.
A few weeks back we saw somebody cutting the neighbor’s grass. Sah-son usually does her yard, but we figured she was getting it done herself. Saturday, when Sah-son went out to do our grass I told him to cut the neighbor’s too and he said hers didn’t need to be done. I said yes it does, he said no it doesn’t, and I went to look and hers had already been done.
Anyway, while he was out there cutting the grass, the neighbor came home and thanked him for cutting her grass. It needed cutting when she left that morning and now it was neat. Sah-son told her he hadn’t cut the grass, and she has no idea who is cutting her grass.

We also found out why there there are bricks and rocks buried in the back yard, which make it impossible to mow the one area. There used to be a pond there, and when the owners decided to sell the house they filled the pond in. I guess with bricks and rocks, and now that the dirt is settling they are poking up out of the ground.
There’s also a brick patio out there, that has been slowly getting covered with grass over the years. I don’t know if I should clear it out or dump on more soil and cover it up.

What I have lost - the ability to make decisions. I can’t even decide what flowers I want to plant outside and by the time I do decide it will be too late. Right now I’m hungry, and I don’t know what I want. So I’ll wait too long and then end up eating cheese and crackers because I have to go to irk.

So. I’m just going to make myself go out into the kitchen and get something now.