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Friday, October 30, 2015
Hey, Look! The Kid Has Blog!
Here you may read one of her first posts, in which she reads/tweets/liveblogs that 1979 favorite, Flowers in the Attic.
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Labels: Lizard Lord, The Kid
Friday, October 23, 2015
Morning in the delagar House; or, The Perils of Letting Them Be Educated
Scene: This morning, in the delagar house. Just past six a.m. Very dark and silent. I am stumbling about the half-lit kitchen, assembling breakfast.
From the kid's bedroom, suddenly: A TERRIBLE HALF HOWL, HALF YOWL SHRIEKING YELP.
Me: (Nearly dropping the eggs): Good Shit! What was that! What happened!
Kid: (Mildly, from her bedroom): That was my barbaric yawp, Mom.
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Labels: delagar household, The Kid, Whitman
Tuesday, October 20, 2015
Missing the Point
Here is Rod Dreher, being clueless as usual.
I swear, he is utterly incapable of seeing what he is writing, or what he is reading. (Here's the original article, the point of which Dreher has utterly missed.)
Instead of grasping the point, Dreher retreats (once more!) into banging his favorite drum. Those black people! Their terrible culture!
He uses as his example the story of a young man, Jadereous Davis, who is the subject of the Washington Post story. Jadereous is from Mississippi, growing up in a town where the poverty rate is triple the national average; where the schools are awful; where there are no jobs and no prospects of jobs.
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Labels: Black Culture, class issues, Derp, Rod Dreher, Somebody Fetch Me My Clue Stick, White Privilege
Thursday, October 15, 2015
Which -- you know -- that had taken me, even with filing bankruptcy, something on the order of twenty-five years. But it was gone at last, y'all.
Now, this month, a crown (my share, just over five hundred dollars), and this "procedure," as we're calling it, for my ulcer (my share, just over eight hundred dollars) and the car blew a tire, thanks to the charming Fuck Smith roads (that's barely a hit, in the scheme of things, but still, close to a hundred bucks, since we got the oil changed as well).
Much of this I hope to shit I will eventually get back from the fucking HSA account, once the fucking insurance company stops being asshats.
Meanwhile, yeah, I now have credit card debt again.
Posted by delagar at 11:57 AM 2 comments:
Labels: I Hate Healthcare, Money, whining
Tuesday, October 13, 2015
What's This Good News WUT?
"Let's put a temporary crown on it for four to six weeks," he says.
"Keep an eye on it," he says.
"But I think it's going to be fine. Then we'll put on the permanent crown," he says. "Eighty percent chance everything will be straight from there. How's that sound?"
"Wut?" I said. "Yes!" I said.
"You look like you just got a reprieve from the Governor," he said.
Posted by delagar at 12:05 PM 2 comments:
Labels: American Healthcare, good news, teeth
Monday, October 12, 2015
American Medicine: Best In the World
So I have to get this root canal, right?
Luckily I have dental insurance. Right?
Except in July my kid had her wisdom teeth taken out. Which I paid for with my Health Savings Account.
American health insurance being what it is, when you use it, you're fucked. (Apparently you're supposed to have it, not use it.) I used the benefit card that came with my HSA, which triggered this audit function, and froze the card. Since July, y'all, I've been fighting with the HSA company about the $625.00 co-pay which was our share of having the kid's wisdom teeth removed.
The HSA benefit card is still frozen. Oh, and our deductible is still not yet met. (Yes, even after paying $625 in July.) So Tuesday I have to go in for this root canal and pay $258.00 (my share of the root canal) out of pocket. I have it in the HSA, but I can't access it, because the benefits card is still frozen.
(Why is it still frozen? Because the insurance company -- yes, the same insurance company that controls the benefits card -- had not, until about a week ago, issued the EOB on the wisdom tooth question. Now it has, but it will take four to six weeks to unfreeze the benefits card. Explain to me one time why socialized medicine is worse than this?)
Then next week, I will have to pay out $421 dollars for my ulcer procedure.
Did I mention we owe almost $2000 in back taxes?
Posted by delagar at 11:31 AM 4 comments:
Labels: American Healthcare, I Hate Healthcare, whining
Saturday, October 10, 2015
What If We All Read The Same Book?
There's a committee that gets together every year. The English professors can submit suggestions to this committee about what the book ought to be. The committee looks at the suggestions, and then chooses a single book for all the Comp II students to read.
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Labels: books, committees, whining
Tuesday, October 06, 2015
In Which I Am Cursed
- I break a tooth
- the washing machine breaks down
- the kid gets sick not once but twice (so far this month)
- I get put on the Committee From Hell (the committee members are lovely; the work load is the problem)
- I find out I need a root canal -- see broken tooth, above -- for which my dental insurance will cover only some of the cost
- the dog gets fleas and gives them to the cats
- the state sends us a letter saying we owe (I kid you not) nearly two thousand dollars in back taxes
- and now, this morning, we go out in the garage to find the car has yet another flat tire. (We ran over a screw. ANOTHER SCREW. The AAA guy says the city is doing a lot of construction; he's seeing a lot of flat tires as a result. He says this is better than the other tires he had to change this morning, two of them, a result of a woman whose ex-boyfriend came around during the night to slash two of the tires on her truck. Count your blessings, I guess.)
"Uh-oh," we say. "We're in an astrological cold spot."
To be clear, neither of us believe in astrology. Or magical thinking of any kind. Or fate. Or even bad luck.
I don't even believe the universe is actually fucking with us.
But jeez, universe, Let up a little. I give.
Posted by delagar at 11:30 AM 4 comments:
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