So the blog police called and wanted to know what was up. I think I have set a personal record of not blogging - and that wasn't my intention. It was a little chaotic here for a while and now it is blissfully quiet...

on Monday, July 02, 2012 3 comments

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unlike the Wrath of Khan....

Tickets have been purchased. Hotel rooms booked. And I am beyond excited.

We'll be going with Frodo and Buttercup to Dragon Con in Atlanta during Labor Day weekend. We are really going with Frodo and Butter - but they will be there and so will Tobey and I. Anyways.

Butter and Frodo are dressing up as Ursula and King Triton from Disney's The Little Mermaid and while this is my first costume (complete with animatronic purring/walking kitty):

Harry Potter's Dolores Umbridge

I thought it would be cool to put together a costume that complements the kids' costumes - so I am going to attempt to make myself into Flounder with Sebastian on top. I'll be sure to blog our progress.

~ame

on Friday, March 16, 2012 2 comments

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Sweet swirling onion rings my friends. If there are any left who read me as my posts have been sporadic at best.

There is just SO much going on that there is no time left to gripe blog about it.

First up is work. Meh! I can't discuss it but trust me it isn't good and I am fed up. The sad thing is that after dedicating almost 7 years with this job - in the end: I don't matter one little bit.

Second up: Barbie. She has rashly decided to hitch her wagon to her on again and off again boyfriend's wagon and move to Connecticut. Which would be fine if there relationship wasn't a roller coaster of every other month break ups. And it would lessen our worries if she went up there with the funds to be able to support herself if something bad happened - like they break up yet again. But she doesn't and she doesn't seem to mind it - so I guess I shouldn't worry at all. Right?

Third. I just got back from the local college. My third trip up in as many weeks regarding Chewie. Chewie just found out that three weeks ago he was dropped from all of his classes again. If you are counting this is the fourth time he has been dropped. His teacher took role today - and he was on the list. But again: dropped THREE weeks ago and he was notified of it when? Today.

The reason you are wondering, as was I, is because he didn't attend the first week of classes. Well. Duh. He didn't attended because the college dropped his classes twice that first week. So how on earth can you drop someone who wasn't even registered at the point you are holding them accountable for being in class?

We get told his loan didn't go through because his classes were dropped. And he can't get it reinstated until he gets reregistered. Which he has to email all of his teachers and ask for them to add him back in and if not then he has to go to the department chairs. We were told he really needs to see an advisor but there aren't any working when we were there on the day they stay open late. Which begs the question of "Why stay open late if there is no one there to help the students out?"

After this bombshell and whilst Chewie is frantically emailing his teacher - he gets a call saying his loan is fine and all he has to do is get the teachers to add him back in. The kicker to all of this is that the kid has been turning in assignments, taking tests and going to class the whole dang time. And when I say dang I mean dang. Actuallly... I mean something else altogether.

Yanno that movie Heartbreak Ridge with Clint Eastwood and that cutie pie Mario Van Peebles? The scene (I think) after the battle where some big wig military type asks Clint's character what he thinks of the whole mess and Clint comes back that it is a ****bad word***. Yeah. I have dropped the word so many times while at the college. There is NO communication between the departments and having the students run around and fix the problems that the college is/has created in insane.

Considering last time they told us we had to physically go to another campus and speak with the department chair to get the original mess cleaned up - AND - after I pitched a fit saying 'we' didn't need to go anywhere since 'they' already said this mess was all of their fault - AND - miracuously they were able to fix all the problems 5 minutes after that..... I have zero tolerance for the runaround Chewie is getting.

I am sure they are all excited there to know that I register for classes on March 28th. The joy. I can't wait.

So my whole "I'ma live a stress free life since yanno I had those two heart attacks last year!" - well
that isn't working out like I planned.

~ame

on Thursday, March 15, 2012 1 comments

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When I got home today I asked Tobey if he had heard that Davy Jones died. He hadn't. Then there was much discussion about who actually sang Daydream Believer. Tobey said it was Micky Dolenz. Ha. So I pulled up the video and proved myself right:

And then I realized. I married the drummer from the Monkees:

Is that Tobey or Micky Dolenz?

And dang it all friends - I have laughed and laughed and laughed over this. Tobey? Not so much.

~ames

on Wednesday, February 29, 2012 1 comments

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The Shrekmobile got new tires today for our President's Day Camping Extravaganza this weekend. Of course they told us everything else that was wrong with Shrek and since he is getting up there in years and miles - we decided to go and look at new cars. Pft. Every time we go and look we end up with a new car.

Initially we were looking at downsizing from the Grand Caravan to a small SUV. Which I can't type. I always type in SVU - where's Stabler? We test drove a few - a Dodge Journey and a Durango. But man - they had these Challengers on the lot too. The whole idea about getting a SUV was so we would have enough room to put all of our camping junk. But - the SVU...dang...SUV would be too small for that and we would always have to take the truck with us as well.

The theory goes that if we have to take two cars camping then why not actually get a car instead of a SUV. So. We did.

And friends - I really dislike car salesman. We decided to trade in Shrek - he's an '05 with barely 74,000 miles with one little dink in the back. I had already checked the Kelley resale on the van and it was right around 10k. Tobey said we would only get half that. Ha. I told him there was no way I was going to trade the van in for that. No. Way.

Wouldn't you know that is exactly what they offered us. 5k. And the $800 we put into the van today for tires and new shocks? *vaporized* The salesman said, "Well, the Challenger has new tires on it as well!" Hardee har har.

I was so beyond twerked. And I finally said as much. I told him I was insulted by their offer since they were going to detail it at no cost to them and sell it for 10k and make a $5,000 profit because we took good care of the van. He said it had high mileage. Er. Nope. At seven years old and an average of 12k a year in mileage would equal 84,000 miles on most trade ins of that age. I told Tobey the way they are working it was for every two years we owned the van we lost 25% of what we paid for it. 5k my butt.

So the 5k they offered became 6. Still not good enough. I wanted 8 and not a penny less. 6250? Um. Nope.

We ended up with $7200 for the van and $2600 off the sticker price.

Now the problem is that this car is like wayyyyyy to cool for me. I had to call my brother Matt Damon and share the pics with him. Matt loves Challengers and has been working on restoring one of his own for the last few years. I told him that car was too cool for me - people would laugh when they see this fat, middle aged woman driving her around. He said, "That is why the windows are tinted!" - but upon closer inspection - they aren't!

So after work on Thursday we go to pick her up and trade off the van. And you know what I kept thinking - we bought the van brand spankin' new the Christmas after Mom died. She never got to see it. And now we are trading the van in. That much time has passed. She has been dead long enough for us to go through the life of an automobile. I know. It's weird to think that - but there you have it.

The best part - she would have loved it!

~ames

on Wednesday, February 15, 2012 2 comments

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on Wednesday, February 01, 2012 3 comments

Labels: Life, Shopping

Now I have been wanting to take a sniff of Taylor Swift's new perfume WonderWhatever ever since I saw the above ad. And yes, that is a Christian Siriano gown which bumps ole Taylor up a few notches in my book. Well the old Jacques Pen-nay carries WonderBread and I took a few squirts.

And y'all - it was fabulous. Tobey really liked it too but then again he isn't a fan of Chanel and I could slather myself in motherboards, thumb drives and ram and he would be equally as happy. I know. He isn't from this planet. Doesn't like coffee, chocolate, dogs and now Chanel.

After lamenting again (as I have been for weeks) that I was out of my Chanel we made a run for the Macy's and next thing I know I was checking out with my Chanel. And Holy Mary - that stuff is exxxxxpensive. I had no idea. Really. None.

Pete and the $115 bottle of perfume

Taylor's perfume WunderBar sells for half the price of Chanel in case you were wondering. But why didn't I branch out and buy it instead of my old stand by? For starters I really didn't want to tell people what I was wearing when they would inevitably would ask.

"Ohhhh Mrs. Oh, you smell devine - what is that?"

Mrs. Oh mumblingly replies, "Taylor Swift's Wonderstuff."

How embarrassing that a 45 35 25 year old Mom of five would wear a teeny-bopper fragrance....

Right?!

~ame

on Wednesday, October 26, 2011 2 comments

Labels: Life

A few days ago....

I informed Tobey that, after spending a good portion of my afternoon at the local community college with the boys, I would really like to go back to school. Again. I can't tell you how many times I have said that.

Then life kicks in and for whatever reason I don't end up going back to school.

Or worse. I convince myself out of going back. My latest argument is the financial benefits just aren't worth it at my age. I calculate how old I am and how long it will take me to graduate. How old I will be then. How long I will have to pay back student loans and how much time I have working at a supposedly higher degree-enriched salary. And it isn't worth the difference.

But to be honest there is and has always been an underlying factor of what holds me back. And her name is Algebra - or as my high school Algebra teacher prounounced it: Alllllgaeyyyy-BRA! I give Algebra the female prounoun of 'her' because Algebra is a b.... hard subject to conquer.

So we are outside just a swingin' and I tell all of Tobey this. The same Tobey who is really good at math. And he says:

What is 987.3X divided by the square root of a hypotenuse of a rhinoceros = 10x.

Um.

Say wha??

I could see the problem he asked me. But I can't do it in my head. As soon as I visualized it - the problem disappeared. Then I ran inside (okay, I walked) and wrote the problem down. And it still looked like: 987.3X divided by the square root of a hypotenuse of a rhinoceros = 10x. Now Tobey was still outside and Nappy was in the living room and I did not call out the problem to Nappy and try to have him solve it for me. Nor did I run into the boys bedroom and have Chewie try to solve it once Nappy, our little FBF scholarship recipient failed. Neither one could solve the problem and I felt somewhat better.

Tobey returns and sees the problem I had written out and says I can't solve for it - that he gave me a 'hard one' (ya think?) and that he just made the problem up off the top of his head but here: try to solve for this one instead he says: 18 to the power of 72.4 times 4G minus how many miles it is by bike to Washington D.C. if I went 6 mph with one hand tied behind my back = 4.

Now really folks - I don't like to think that I am an utter idiot. For 7.5 hours a day I do accountanty type work. Plussy. Minusy. Dividey. Timesy. That I can do. Take me shopping and throw me in the middle of a 38.7% off shoe sale and I will properly calculate the sale price of a pair of sling back pumps every.time.

But throw a few letters in with my math problems and I am all fahklumpt.

So I throw my hands up in the air and proclaim how stupid I am. How I can't do this. How this is why I never finished school. And why I never went back. I am a dummy! Idiot!! Stupid!!!

And what did Tobey do?

He pet the cat.

~ames

on Wednesday, August 31, 2011 3 comments

Labels: Life

Anita over at Going A Little Coastal had a contest for a free 16X20 print from Uprinting.com and I won! Anita is a wonderful blogger I know from June's blog and I highly recommend her site - her photography alone is worth the trip!

Winning the contest led me to go through a bunch of pictures just looking for something to blow up to a 16X20 and of course I couldn't find one I liked. So I convinced Tobey to head down to the beach for a little photo fun and I hoped there would be one picture we could use to claim my prize.



Of course the beach isn't too forgiving when it comes to your hair do. And Tobey was the one that was worried about his hair! And I wore a dress that the wind was also not very forgiving. I'm sorry to all those peeps on the beach that got flashed the good china.


Initially I planned on setting the timer and tripod up (what fun) but Frodo and Butter were off work so I bribed them to a free dinner down at Frenchy's if they would help take some pictures.

on Sunday, August 28, 2011 3 comments

Labels: Life, Photos

This post is a little overdue. I snapped this picture during the first week of July but we had so much going on and then Baby got sick....

Those dang bromeliads. I tell you what friends - those things never bloom unless something is going on here. Like it is Mother's Day. Or like last month when upon the anniversary of Mom's passing I noticed the dang thing a bloomin'. It never blooms any other time. Ever. But let some date roll around that is significant to me because of Mom and BAM. Bloomeroni.

It is interesting to note that 1. You can't really even kill bromeliads. And c. All my other broms have died. Except for these, the one Mom bought. And it is thriving. And. To this day it is still blooming as a reminder to me of her. So yeah Momma - I saw it and I miss you.

Love,
~ames

on Friday, August 26, 2011 2 comments

Labels: Life

We had a very nice, quiet and laid back weekend. I made my first home made cherry pie (more on that tomorrow) and for dinner on Sunday we had Tee's hot chicken salad and can attest to how yummy it is both hot and cold!

Friday evening the Tobes and I were sitting out back on the swing when something scurried across the walkway between the two ponds. I had just been telling him about a humongo frog I saw that morning when the scurrier scurried. And our converstation went a little like this:

Me: Hey, did you see that?
Tobey: Yeah. It was a frog.
Me: *thinking to myself*It ran across the stones and I think I saw a tail....
Me: Um....I don't think that was a frog honey.
Tobey: Yeah it was. I saw it hop.
Me: *still thinking to myself* I think it ran happily across the stones and there was nary a hop in sight*

Now for the last few months the dogs have been going whack-a-doodle around one of the ponds. They go crazy around the one pond that I refuse to even weed any more (due to the 5 ft snake skin I found this spring). Alright. It was like 15 inches but still. It was a schluffed off snake skin which meant we had a snake or something was running around naked. And I don't do snakes - clothed or otherwise. Now I also love how all the articles you can read about telling snakes apart gives you the advice of checking out the little snake's beady pupil. Something about if the pupil is round you're safe and if it is eliptical then run for the hills. I ain't never getting that close so I lump all snakes in the same catagory: run for the hills.

Anyways.

Then last night it happened.

A rat scurried from one pond to the other. Eek! And if that isn't bad enough following right behind the first rat was a second rat. Of course after the scurrying: the dogs went crazy and the rats went UP in the trees. *shudders*

Tobey and I then had the wonderful discussion all married couples look forward to on a lazy Sunday evening: how to get rid of the rats. We can't poison them because we don't want the dogs getting into the bait and trust me the dogs would get into the bait. I also didn't want to worry that the cats from next door would find the bait as well.

I think we are going to go old school and just get some mouse traps - but I want to again be sure it isn't something that is going to harm the kitties next door. And the last thing I want is for them dang rats to get into the attic like they did a few years ago. Because nothing creeps me out more then to be drifting off to sleep in my alien face mask to the sound of scratch, scratch, scratching as their tiny little ratty feet run across the attic floor/ceiling.

So if I haven't totally sceeved you out - how was your weekend!?

~ame

on Monday, August 15, 2011 6 comments

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I am working on a post for Thursday that you aren't going to want to miss. Set your clocks! Be there or be square. In the mean time since I had my camera at work today I thought I would share with you where I spend way too much time. My office. Er my desk. Um, my cubbie. Where all the magic happens...or where I drone away the day as a busy government worker.

on Wednesday, August 03, 2011 5 comments

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*thanks to Blogger for the screwy spacing and despite being able to code the html I still can't get it right!*


At work I listen to a ton of music and I thought I would share what has been in my ear the last few weeks.

Adele. What can I say about Adele that hasn't been said before. I love her. I love her angst and emotion. You just can't get much better than:

On my workout MP3 player (the one I take to the Y) I only have it loaded up with Adele and Duffy. I highly recommend Adele's 21 album as I never get tired of listening to it and it pumps me up and tears me down all at the same time. If I had to pick one word to describe Adele it would be: Powerful.

Next up is Amy. Yes, the Amy. Winehouse. I know, I know. Er no, no, no. I was never a fan of hers prior to her death and honestly the only reason I gave her a second listen was because of the nod Adele gave her when she died saying that Amy paved Adele's way.

I absolutely love Tears Dry On Their Own and highly recommend the Back to Black album. There is no denying that when she was sober and on top of her game that she was a force to be reckoned with. Her death (despite the causes) while not a shock, now makes me feel sad and I wish I was a fan before.

For a little fun I recommend some Jake Owen - a Florida boy who had made it big and isn't too hard on the eyes either.

"Whoa, never gonna grow up, never gonna slow down..." Yeah baby. This one just makes me smile. It is corny as all get out - but still...it makes me smile.

And this one might be a big surprise for you....or not!

In preparation for the December 4th concert: My Andrea. Yes. He is mine. There is no music on this planet that calms me and recenters me like Bocelli does. Sure it is in Italian but if you know any Spanish you can figure it out and if not you can always Google the lyrics. Tobey asked if I was going to be disappointed at the concert if My Andrea didn't sing the songs I know. I replied, "No way, I don't care what he sings, just as long as he sings."

And finally some Pat Green just because.

~ame

on Tuesday, August 02, 2011 0 comments

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Mom and Chewie - Fair 2004

6 years ago today I knew what rhabdomysarcoma was all too well.

Miss you Mom.

Love,

April

on Friday, July 08, 2011 3 comments

Labels: Life

Or not.

Tee asked how I lowered my A1c and for those that don't know what an A1c is I'll tell ya. It is a blood test that measures or averages out your blood sugar level for the last three months. When I started this journey I had so many issues with my medication (Actos) because it wasn't doing squat for my sugar levels and my A1c was literally off the chart. I think it was a 12.4. Yeah, I know. Don't judge.

After my heart attacks I sought out an Endocrinologist, yay Dr. Leonard - love you!, and he changed around my medications and added an injectible (Byetta) to my drug regime. While it isn't insulin it still does a really good job of keeping my levels in line and has a bonus appetite surpressant. The first few weeks of taking it though were total hell. I was SO sick and dizzy but he said I needed to try to get through the initial shock of it all and after a few weeks I was just fine.

I have also started seeing a dietician doctor and within the first three days of my new eating plan I had lost two pounds. The diet has been a challenge but I am really doing my best not to cheat at all but it is really tough. The diet breaks down into 4 categories.

1. A list of foods I can eat until I burst: salad stuff, most vegetables, sugar free jello and any and all meats, eggs and fish. I am not a big meat, eggs or fish eater - at all.


2. Foods I can have twice a day: 1 slice of specific breads, apples and certain fruits.


3. Foods I can not have at all even if the rapture is coming: potatoes, rice, flour, noodles, sugar, flour, cereal, oatmeal and the like.


4. Foods I can again have twice a day: sugar free chocolate popsicles, Atkins type protein bars and certain ice cream bars that I haven't been able to find.

Make no mistake I did ask why Twinkies weren't on the diet but I think the doctor doesn't have much of a sense of humor. Couple all of the above with the fact that we rejoined the YMCA and have been going 4-5 times a week to play racquetball and me additionally hitting the treadmill for 20 minutes.

I have been hyper-vigilante while exercising to monitor my heart rate and keep it in the range the doctor advised me to be at. My biggest fear is that I am going to have another MI at the Y, or at home, or at work, or heck just about any where.

So that is about it - it hasn't been an easy thing to do but then again it really hasn't been all that difficult either. The hardest part was getting over my death-like fear of needles - I didn't think I would ever be able to give myself an injection. It used to take me 20 minutes to prick my finger to take my sugar level, now it is a piece of cake as long as I don't over think things through and just DO them.

And if you were wondering, the other night my BS was a whopping 84. Eighty-four. Yay, me! I then promptly went out and had a Twinkie. Just kidding. Man what I would give for a Twinkie though.....

~ame

on Friday, June 03, 2011 8 comments

Labels: Life

I had my post heart attackial 'echogram' today. That is what Tobey calls it. Echo. Gram. *ahem* And all went well. I had to wonder about the little female technician though and how many times a day she had to ask patients to 'lift up' their left breast so she could stick that echodohickey all around. I wonder if the majority of breasts need a lifting? I hope so.

After I was poked and prodded I was sent to the check-out area where I was told I was good to go. Without making a co-payment. But then...oh...I need to see someone from billing. Apparently my account has been 'flagged'. So I wait. And a few minutes later I get pulled to one of the tables in the waiting room - seriously, don't they have an office for this kind of thing? - and the billing rep is telling me how they have payment plans, how they take Visa and Mastercard etc.

Then she hands me a print out of my bill. $5,500. With a remaining balance of $1,500 after the insurance has paid out. Now I already asked if they had both of my insurances since the hospital long since screwed up the insurance situation. I was told they had both. And yet....only one has paid so far. Well I am not about to pay them and wait to be reimbursed. I think the billing gal felt a little silly and she said she would give me a call when she finds out what the situation with my dual insurance is. You can imagine how much I am looking forward to that conversation.

I then went to the lab to fill the three different doctors requests for blood tests. Now I am still IN the hospital. I hand over all of my paperwork from doctors that work within this hospital system and I get told that the hospital lab doesn't accept any of my insurances. They don't take Cigna or Blue Cross - two of the biggest insurance companies available.....

I was then told that I could still get my blood drawn there but I would have to sign a waiver and then they would bill me for the procedures and tests. I hope I looked at them like they were idiots when I told them no thanks because that is exactly why I have insurance: so I don't have to pay for anything. They kept insisiting and I kept resisting and finally I snatched back my lab paperwork and told them I would go to my normal lab. And they wanted to know where that was at and which lab I was going to. Like that is their business. But I told them and then they asked if I needed directions - er no - I already told you I would take it to the place I normally go to.

Idiots.

I arrived at the lab only to find them in the midst of what appeared to be going out of business. The once nicely decorated and welcoming lab was stark and the floors were filthy. The bathroom was dreadful and the floors in the drawing room looked like they hadn't been swept in months. There are illegal abortion clinics that are cleaner than this place.

But fine. The gal that was working was the one that usually draws my blood without a problem. Today though - she couldn't hit a vein to save her life. And remember how I said I had three doctors wanting blood work? 3 cbcs, 3 lipids, 3 A1cs. I assumed they would draw for one test and CC the rest of the doctors the results. Nope. They aren't allowed to do that any more for insurance puposes. Because why pay just once for a test when you can charge three times for the same thing. So there we were, not able to hit a vein and 9 tubes just waiting to get filled. And then she butterflied me - which takes for flippin' ever....

Yeah.

I need a vacation.

And a bottle of Jack.

~ame

on Thursday, May 05, 2011 4 comments

Labels: hospitals, Life

I hope Andrea wasn't driving that little Vespa....

I say I am a pretty lucky girl with a wonderful husband who is going to sit through a concert he isn't going to enjoy or understand (because it will be in Italian) just because he loves me. Lucky is an understatement.

~ame

on Tuesday, April 12, 2011 5 comments

Labels: Life, Marriage

...even if it means reverting back to your original blog design from 1938.

So Pete is back home with us. Long story but Dustin's apartment complex wouldn't allow him to amend his lease to add Pete on. And while I am sad Dustin lost his roomie I am A-Okay with Pete coming back home to us. Me and Pete are peas 'n carrots.

Did I tell you Tobey went out and got us one of them there new fangled stainless steel dishwasher things. I am sure there should have been a comma in that last sentence somewhere but hey - gimme a break. Anywho - I am loving the new machine and it matches the fridge from hell. Did I mention that it is NOT a Kenmore and that we didn't purchase it from Sears? Hello hhGregg and their 50% off sale.

I'll post pics later on of it and Pete if I can ever get us all to the dog park.

~A

on Sunday, March 06, 2011 1 comments

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...to save the day!

Friday after lunching with some of the wonderful ladies at work I headed over to the grocery store to pick up a few things.

I stopped by the deli to get some lunch meat or cold cuts if you are from the Nawth. I placed my order and a few minutes later another customer came up and wanted to be waited on. The clerk asked him to take a number and begrudgingly he did - I actually handed it to him because he was acting all put out. Then another clerk comes out to wait on this guy and he was rude from the get-go.

He ended up yelling at the clerk all the while he is on his cell phone. He kept calling the clerk rude and I just couldn't believe what I was seeing and hearing. After a few minutes of him treating the clerk like crap he asked for her name and said he was going to see the manager about her. The clerk told the guy her name and then I piped in that my name was Mrs. Oh and that I would be happy to speak to the manager and let him know who was the rude one here.

At this point I think Idiot Man thought I was on his side. My 6 foot tall self went up to his 5'2" self - what is it with short men and their tall 'tudes? - and I told him that from an outsiders view that he was the one being rude by yelling at her and being on his phone. He then tries to explain away his actions and states that he put the person on his phone on hold while he was dealing with the clerk when in actuality he was yelling at the clerk and talking to the person on the phone at the same time. I told him that when you are being served by someone you need to get off your phone so they can do their jobs and I told him that this was coming from someone with over 30 years of customer service experience.

Once D.B. Man figured out I wasn't on his side he began yelling at me. What business of this was mine? I needed to shut up. I needed to do this or that. This didn't concern me. I looked at him....informed him that I just survived two hearts attacks and the last thing I needed in my life was to deal with him and his crap and I turned away from him. He kept on yelling at me and I calmly asked the clerk to get the store manager over here because I wanted this guy's a$$ removed from the store. And yes I said a$$. And yes I got louder and louder as time was going by. I know. You're surprised.

Hey. I had two heart attacks. Cut me some slack.

At this point someone behind me clapped and the Turd in Tennies left the department only to stand at the checkouts and relay his tales of roast beef woe to his wife? girlfriend? The thought of some poor woman finding this scab-bag attractive still gives me the heebies. All I know is that she was way too blonde with hair way too long for her age and way too old to be sportin' the Pat Benatar eyeliner at 2 in the afternoon and she was wearing sweater boots. In Florida people - sweater boots. Thankfully she was wise enough not to bring her Real Housewives of Clearwater, FL self over to the deli department. About this time the manager was pounced on by the Turd Man and after a few minutes two managers and the deli manager arrived to the deli department.

I explained to the management team what had happened and a customer behind me (I think the clapper) backed me up and the deli clerks thanked me for staying and being a witness for them. The managers seemed concerned for me and apologized for me having to deal with Jerk Face. Who while I was talking to the managers waved good-bye from the check outs. I blew him a kiss. Literally. Because I am a Christian and all.... And then I went over to the produce department and cried my eyes out over the watermelons.

I really don't understand people at all. I can't see making such a stink over what this guy made a stink over. Sure he was short and had something to prove and has probably been fighting every one and any one his whole life....but really? I have scrapped things off the bottom of my shoe that showed more substance than this guy. So why did I get involved?

Because there is no more kinder/gentler Mrs. Oh. It just ain't happening. My tolerance level for the b.s. in the world is in the negative integers at this point and I don't see it ever going back to a normal level. Life is too short. And I just could see this poor deli clerk losing her job if I didn't stand up for her or at least back her up. And I kept thinking all the while I was quiet that maybe this is why God spared my life - so I could save this woman's job.....

....hopefully he has bigger plans for me.

Right?

~ame

on Friday, February 11, 2011 11 comments

Labels: Life

Sit back. Get you one of them gallon size tea cups and take a listen...

First up are the doctor visits. The joy.

I saw the cardio on Thursday and he said I was lookin' really good to which I replied with that he had never seen me before with my clothes on. *swwooosh* I had another EKG done which other than exposing all my jiggly parts to the world - was painless and over in a few seconds.

I have been scheduled for 3 months of cardio-rehab and I have no idea what that entails. Exercise? Probably. We could all save some time and money and they could just have me look at pictures of Johnny Depp for an hour a day, 3 times a week for 3 months. I am sure that will have the same effect on my heart rate.

There wasn't much else gleaned from this visit. I get to go back in 3 months. If I live through the rehab....jk....

Today I saw my primary doctor, Dr. Hottie. And I have told Tobey several times I just need a new primary. While I can appreciate just looking at Dr. Hottie and all - eventually I need him to do something doctorish. Kinda like men dating only pretty, dumb girls - eventually you need a little conversation right!?

Dr. H didn't say much either. He pretty much retyped in to his computer what was already in my records. I complained my sugars are out of whack and have been since we stopped the heart-attack causing Avandia....and he just smiled and said we would get there. WHEN!?? In the mean time my blood is like pancake syrup and folks are wondering why I threw down a few infarctions. This isn't brain surgery here folks. And then he informs me that I have two stents. Wha-huh? Since when? Or more over Stents When? I told him that I only knew of ONE stent and he said well the other one was really small so.... SO???? I have this little card I am supposed to carry with me and it tells the kind of Stent I have, where it is located, how big it is etc. This little card doesn't mention TWO stents! But hey - I am not going to worry about it because it is small....

Any who I was able to get them to make an appointment with an endocrinologist - and would you believe it is same doctor I called twice before who never could return my calls. I am so looking forward to seeing them on Monday I can tell you.

Now on my way home for Dr. Hottie I realize he never even examined me. Sure the nurse chica took my blood pressure (118/74 if you were wondering) and she did the oxygen/finger thingie too (98). But the doctor? Never took his 'scope out once. Never checked my breathing - or my heart. Nothing. What is up with that? And then after I get home I realized I forgot to ask him for a script for a girly problem I am having. So I called the clinic and told the person who answered the phone who I was and what I forgot, then I was put on hold.

Finally I get someone else on the phone and go through the story again. They acted like I was going to put this medication, which is ONE pill and costs 30 cents after the insurance kicked in, on the black market or something. Why did I need it? Why didn't I ask for it when I was there? Why? Why? Why! 411

Then after I get home Tobey shows me the first statement from one of our insurance companies denying all claims because we need to meet our deductible first. Joy. One more thing for me to worry about. Which goes well with the call that I received from the cardio-rehab folks...

I have been prescribed 12 weeks of rehab - 3 times a week. 36 visits @ $60 a co-pay pop...equals...Oh. My. Holy. God. But wait - I only have a $15 copay.... Not any more. Now my work insurance is my primary insurance instead of Tobey's insurance and they refuse to pay until we meet the deduct and once we do that they wiill pay out a 80/20 split but who knows how much these visits are to begin with. Or the rehab place has a package deal of 8 visits for $208. And finally they have a program that if you qualify you're visits are free. Well. I like that program. A lot. So the rehab lady sent me the forms - all marked Charity.pdf -- yeah we are SO gonna qualify as charity cases. Not.

So do you think my stress level could get any higher? Come back tomorrow and see what happened when I went to the dang grocery store of all places.....

~a

on Friday, February 11, 2011 3 comments

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