Friday, November 6, 2009

Gone writing...

Over the past six days, I've been fooling myself that yes, of course I can walk and chew gum at the same time.

Nope.

Just can't.

See that cute little button to the left (no not MWOB, but that one rocks as well) - the NaNoWriMo badge. Yes, I took the pledge to write 50,000 words of fiction during the month of November. Evidently, to make it count, I have to actually provide a plot and stimulating characters and an ending that makes sense.

I know!

Picky. Picky.

I thought I could stay and play here in bloggyworld, but my will to not read the comings and goings of everyone is just too weak. You guys are an interesting bunch. So I sit, to write, and find myself just clicking on "one" link, then another and another.

Lays Potato chips! That's what blogging is. And I'm a sucker for salt.

So, it is with a heavy heart that I say adieu, if only 'til December.

I just hope and pray that I find my characters as rich and dimensional and meaningful as all of you already are to me.

Wish me luck. I'm going to need it. Deep breath. Jump.

- Em

F.F.F.T. - A moment of clarity, found at my public library.

The victories of Republican Bob McDonnell in Virginia and Republican Chris Christie in New Jersey, coupled with the near win of Conservative Doug Hoffman in NY23 (I'm watching you Dede, curious to see where you land within the White House), have given the GOP a little more pep in its collective step this week.

Rightfully so, I guess. But depending upon the spin you choose to partake (Lord, how I'm dizzy), Tuesday's results are either a referendum for the Obama administration or just the result of a bunch of angry white people stampeding to the polls.

With maybe just a little gray area there in the middle.

Not a judgemental question, but did you vote on Tuesday? Did you really, truly know that you had state elections that day?

Seriously, no stones, because I barely managed to squeak it in myself, and only because I happened to have a few minutes of free time between watching "The Proposal" with good friend Mich (cannot recommend that movie enough! Thanks girl.), grabbing Youngest, running around town and picking up Oldest at school.

Not a fact I'm particularly proud of, but there it is, voting because it worked itself into my schedule.

Midterm elections aren't flashy or historical or cool. They don't make you hip or with it or famous. They don't even call for clever bumper stickers or catch phrases or t-shirt slogans. They just...are.

But what they are is necessary, and when my Youngest yelled "you did it Mama!" after the ballot box swallowed my sheet, I have to say, I felt a little misty. And American.

And it has been quite a while since I've felt "American."

I've felt misunderstood. I've felt condemned. I've felt rejected. But "American?" Nope, not so much these days. My mother would be the first to point out that no one can make you feel something - usually applying that theory to guilt - but let's be honest, there's playing the victim and then there's being aware. I'm just being aware.

My advice to the GOP, and I say this with love and affection and respect - dudes, I'm pretty sure you all won because the Young didn't feel the need to "rock it," the Minorities saw a bunch of white fat cats and decided to stay home, and the Independents, well, the Independents were/are feeling a little bait-n-switched by President Obama and his glorious empty rhetoric of "hope and change." (hey, MSNBC and I see eye to eye. Planets officially aligned.)

Don't let the win go to your head GOP. I'm watching you too.

I'm not trying to rain on any parade. I'm just being a realist. Or maybe, for the first time in my life, I'm really, really paying attention to the issues and the person, not the Party. And I thank Mr. Bush and Mr. Obama for that - you two gentlemen have changed my view of politicians forever.

So all of Washington, consider yourself warned. I'm off to research the pros and cons of term limits and how to completely abolish straight-ticket voting.



(On a personal note, please keep the soldiers, family and friends of Fort Hood in your thoughts and prayers. The heart of Texas is broken today.)


"Friday's Food for Thought" is just an excuse for me to shoot my mouth off on whatever hot button topic happens to be rattling around in my head. Please don't click away mad if I touched a nerve. Call me out if you think I'm full of it. I always enjoy a respectful rebuttal. For F.F.F.T. only, I will post answers in the comment section in order to keep the dialogue open. Peace.

(I'm continuing to welcome anonymous comments - besides you NavyWife. If you're a regular reader, but hesitate to expose your political thoughts, please feel free to leave a comment without your name. Do know that I will be watching though, and will delete anything that's ugly or a personal attack. Let's just be nice though, shall we - I really don't have time for that crap.)

Monday, November 2, 2009

I've run away from home.

Wanna come?

Click to MWOB.

Friday, October 30, 2009

F.F.F.T. - Healthcare: Take Two (aspirin)

While sitting outside, sipping Starbucks, I had an eye-opening conversation with my dear friend Evie, who just happens to be an HR professional. Even though it's been a month or so, her comments about shopping around her company's healthcare insurance have really stuck with me.

Why?

Because they made me feel bad and greedy and dirty and demanding. And I don't like that. Not one bit.

She was discussing the reason for higher rates, no specific names or issues discussed of course, just a lesson in why people with medical conditions can really mess things up for the rest of the insured.

That's when it hit me - PKU is not only a huge pain in the rear. It's also a massive liability. My son contributes to the bottom line cost of our company's healthcare plan. We depend upon a family/families with no medical issues to help cover the cost of our top-notch genetics team. Don't ask me why that thought never occurred to me before then, but for some reason, in that moment, my perspective changed.

Gone was my sense of indignation that even though we pay a pretty penny, my husband's employer is self-funded and therefore can skip any state-mandated coverage (at the moment, PKU mandated coverage is state by state, but there is a movement for Federal mandates - I wonder the future of that now), in came my relief and appreciation that they agree to pay for any of Youngest's treatments and formula at all, because in reality, they don't have to.

I felt horrible for all the bitching and moaning I've done - "they'll cover everything to actually get you a baby - Viagra, IVF, surrogacy, foreign adoption, etc. - but you're S.O.L. if that kid has an issue...blah, blah, blah." This healthcare reform nightmare now makes me want to sleep with my Aetna card hidden under my pillow, because honest to goodness, I'm pretty thankful for what we have, and thankful that my husband puts up with the corporate world in order for us to keep it.

Recently, that thanks has started morphing into paranoia though - I'm scared because I don't believe we'll get to keep our private coverage (sorry, I don't) and that there won't be room for PKU management in the future of health insurance once the government starts offering "choice and competition."

"Choice and Competition!?"

(Great, now I need to retrain my thinking of two more words. And just after I've finally mastered the true meaning of Hope and Change.)

But, boy do I feel like a hypocrite even worrying that his coverage might disappear. It's not our right to have it, I truly believe that - so why don't I drop his PKU coverage from our insurance plan? Because if he has no history of it under our plan, he will have no chance of ever getting coverage (and this diet ain't cheap or an option) once out in the real world. At least as things stand now. But I'm pretty sure preexisting conditions acceptance will not be part of the final bill. And I don't really blame them. Who would pay for coverage until they really need it if that loophole was there? Oh yeah, the fine.

Whatever.

In this debate of "free" insurance for all, does anyone really think that the government won't/can't tell you "no" when you request coverage for a specific ailment? And when the government tells you "no," because they will, who do you go to for help? I'm assuming that private insurers won't eventually be run out of the business. Bad assumption? Do supporters think that there's a pit of money under the Capitol Building? What is going to have to "give?" - public education system, infrastructure, national security - because we cannot have it all - we cannot afford it. Are all doctors just going to roll over and accept government coverage because it's the "right" thing to do - hmm, Medicare/Medicaid anyone? Or will there eventually be a clause that doctors have to accept government coverage? What happens when all the "good" doctors move to private, cash only transactions? Is there anything stopping them from doing that? What happens if you chose to have another child after you already know the risk of that child carrying a bum gene? Will that be considered bad behavior and a reason for cancellation? Come to think of it, can your coverage be cancelled because the government is making it mandatory to carry coverage - if they pull the plug so to speak, where do you go?

Do you see the can of worms that is being opened here?

I hate the thought of some other family having to pay more for their premiums because of our lousy roll of the dice. Hate. Hate. Hate it. Just as much as I hate the thought of my premiums being jacked to fund someone else's gastric bypass or Betty Ford visit. But I swallow it because it's how it works, because if we reach our breaking point we can choose to leave, and because we're really a corporate team, and surely, anyone who works for the corporation wouldn't take advantage of the system?

Right?

So why do I have such little faith in the American public to not milk this Plan for all it's worth?

And riddle me this leftish leaners, how are you going to feel about all this when it's the Republicans calling the shots? Let me get you good and thinking - the Patriot Act.

But it's late and my head hurts from all this worry, so my confession must end. Excuse me while I go lay my cold insurance card on my forehead.

In my absence, go visit Patterico's Pontifications and enjoy the debate over making Health Insurance more like Car Insurance.

More personal responsibility and choices? Sign me up.



(Important to note - my friend had no idea that what she was telling me was making me feel guilty. She was just unloading her worries, which I totally welcome. And this insurance perspective is just from little ole me and my PKU experience. It should in no way be extrapolated to mean that I think kids with special needs should not be covered. It's the adults that make unwise choices that make me steam. Per usual.)


"Friday's Food for Thought" is just an excuse for me to shoot my mouth off on whatever hot button topic happens to be rattling around in my head. Please don't click away mad if I touched a nerve. Call me out if you think I'm full of it. I always enjoy a respectful rebuttal. For F.F.F.T. only, I will post answers in the comment section in order to keep the dialogue open. Peace.

(I'm continuing to welcome anonymous comments - besides you NavyWife. If you're a regular reader, but hesitate to expose your political thoughts, please feel free to leave a comment without your name. Do know that I will be watching though, and will delete anything that's ugly or a personal attack. Let's just be nice though, shall we - I really don't have time for that crap.)

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

With a kiss and a coat.

Oldest was up at 5:00 a.m., then 5:20, eventually tucked back in at 5:30 with a stern warning of "I love you, but you've got to get some sleep."

Why the excitement?

It's Field Trip Day!!!

He couldn't contain himself at the breakfast table. What would he and best bud bus partner do first - name all the passed cars on the one-hour (!?) bus ride? Rock-paper-scissors? Chat with friends in the seat across the aisle? Or in front and back?

Decisions. Decisions.

"Mama, did you remember I have to have a SACK lunch? No lunch boxes, Mama, remember?"

Yes darling, sack it is.

I wrote a note of love on his napkin and tucked it in the brown bag, then made sure to place his jacket on top.

"Don't forget your jacket babe. It's chilly out."

"OK Mama, I'll remember."

$10 he doesn't. He's "never" cold.

I had to take a moment and mentally snicker at the full-circle moment - it's probably close to 25 years that my mother and I had the same conversation involving a jacket and a field trip to some Native American site in the North Georgia Mountains.

I told her I would take it.

I left it on the back of my chair.

It snowed.

No kidding. Fast and furious flurries.

I did manage to score cutie pie Brent Miller's coat though.

I might be stupid, but I'm no dummy.



10/30 - sorry to leave you guys hanging! Yes, he took his coat. But the weather dude got the forecast wrong and it ended up being much colder than a wind breaker could handle. I should have made him wear the long sleeve shirt. I'm so bad at this whole second-guessing, sothsayer mother thing - just keep swimming, just keep swimming...

Monday, October 26, 2009

I'm a tough old bird to woo.

To say I arrived in Texas less than thrilled is putting it mildly. I was 15, half way through my high school years and scared out of my mind. I went from an entire student body of 800, to a single graduating class of 1,100+. The two kids that sat on either side of me at the ceremony, yeah, we NEVER met before then.

Everything is bigger, right?

I had a chance to return to Georgia for college, but after seeing all the fun my brother was having at A&M, I decided to stay, and with that one decision at the tender age of 17, my sentence in Texas was extended by 20 years and counting.

Recently, I've been noticing my cold heart finally thawing to this great state. The Texas-born friends that bless my life will never believe it, but I'm on the verge of professing my undying love. The tipping point? Texas finally met me half way with the gift of this Fall.

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(photo taken on our Saturday evening stroll)

It has been, dare I say, "Fallish" since mid-September - the high projected for today? 58 degrees. 58!! I want to deck the halls with cob webs and pumpkins. I want to bust out the crock pot and slow brew some lo pro chili (yes it exists - thanks T!). I'm anticipating the sun finally breaking through the clouds to shine its rays upon the turning leaves.

Yes. Turning leaves! And not just because it's still 110 and everything is fried.

All this fresh clean Fall air cleared my head and made me really count the blessings that the Lone Star State has given me:

An affordable college education
Incredible friends
My rockin' husband
Great career opportunities
The healthy births of my two sweet baby boys
Fantastic cost of living
The warmest people you would ever hope to meet

So dear Texas, I promise to change my attitude and entrust you with my whole heart. Tread lightly though - I don't give that away to just anyone.

But don't worry South, you still hold my soul.
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