It's a blustery 10 degree windchill as I sit here at 5:30 AM. Normal for Minnesota, not so Oklahoma. Yesterday at 1 PM it was close to 70 degrees. Then the bottom fell out and here we are.
My extra bedroom is full of "winter" clothes, that I rarely ever get to wear. Because right now I am in "not quite winter, because I'd burn up in them clothes" and "I can still catch a few warm days clothes"
That's the norm for me at this time of year.
Before bed last night I scrambled through the winter clothes to find my boots, shawls and any top with longer sleeves as I am notorious for wearing tanks even in the winter time, under a shirt.
This a layer day. I don't spend any time outside. Only what is necessary to get from house, to garage, open door, drive to work , get out and go in.
I am not someone who will weather the cold to go for my morning walk or to head to the mall to exercise. I don't do that on warm days, why would I do it on freezing cold ones.
I am always worried about sweating. Yes, I sweat when it's cold. ( I am long past perspire) When I am in the salon and the dryers and heat tools are going it's going to get warm.
So my blustery layered clothes will allow me to get down to something more comfortable when the salon warms up.
Who knows what the day will bring.
I really like these days, occasionally. The atmosphere is different. It gives all the women something to talk about and I like to cozy feeling of it being arm inside and cold outside. Just for a day though. After that I want our regular weird weather.
Time to bundle up.
D
Friday, November 22, 2013
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Obama? Care?
Obamacare. That's a word we never thought we would add to our vocabulary.
I want Obamacare to work.
I need Obamacare to work.
We, Mr. Wonderful and myself, have been without insurance for almost two years. For us to have insurance would have cost us around $1600 per month if we were accepted. I have no misgivings that we would have not been accepted. Too much wear and tear on my body after years of standing behind the chair. I won't go into all of it, but if I was an insurance company I doubt I would have insured me either,
We cruised along for a while thinking this isn't too bad, no insurance payments. Occasional visit to the doctor along with monthly prescriptions was much less than $1600. Until Mr. Wonderful blacked out at work in September 2012 and ended up in the emergency room. POW!! $24,000 we owed.
So much for cruising along. We were now on a warship headed into battle.
I won't bore you with the details but we eventually were able to reduce the bill to $10,000 if we paid it all at once, so we stripped our small savings and did so.
We need health insurance.
Is the AHA flawed? Yes. Does it offer lower insurance rates? For a lot of people. Even though ours is still high due to the amount we make and our age, it's less than the $1600 we were facing. Will we get it? We have no choice, not because the government says so but because we can't face another $24,000 bill.
I like President Obama. ( Pick yourself up, some people really do like the man. He who has not sinned? Get those stones ready) I voted for Obama. I am not going into political talk here. I have my feelings and they will remain within me. I have read too much ugliness the last year and I am tired of it.
I will say this.
Thank you Mr. President for your success at bringing some form of national healthcare to us. I pray that through the years it will be refined and help more people.
I am thankful that even though we have to pay a lot more than we thought, that for
one, we can be accepted without worry about pre-existing conditions. That two, we don't have to fear an emergency room visit. We will have to pay, absolutely, but not the exhorbitant amount the hospitals charge. That three, I can go back and see my doctors without being embarrassed when the front desk asks for your insurance card and you have to see them shake their heads when you say you don't have insurance, then look away from you when they hand you the bill at the end of your service.
This is my political statement for the year.
Have a glorious day.
D
I want Obamacare to work.
I need Obamacare to work.
We, Mr. Wonderful and myself, have been without insurance for almost two years. For us to have insurance would have cost us around $1600 per month if we were accepted. I have no misgivings that we would have not been accepted. Too much wear and tear on my body after years of standing behind the chair. I won't go into all of it, but if I was an insurance company I doubt I would have insured me either,
We cruised along for a while thinking this isn't too bad, no insurance payments. Occasional visit to the doctor along with monthly prescriptions was much less than $1600. Until Mr. Wonderful blacked out at work in September 2012 and ended up in the emergency room. POW!! $24,000 we owed.
So much for cruising along. We were now on a warship headed into battle.
I won't bore you with the details but we eventually were able to reduce the bill to $10,000 if we paid it all at once, so we stripped our small savings and did so.
We need health insurance.
Is the AHA flawed? Yes. Does it offer lower insurance rates? For a lot of people. Even though ours is still high due to the amount we make and our age, it's less than the $1600 we were facing. Will we get it? We have no choice, not because the government says so but because we can't face another $24,000 bill.
I like President Obama. ( Pick yourself up, some people really do like the man. He who has not sinned? Get those stones ready) I voted for Obama. I am not going into political talk here. I have my feelings and they will remain within me. I have read too much ugliness the last year and I am tired of it.
I will say this.
Thank you Mr. President for your success at bringing some form of national healthcare to us. I pray that through the years it will be refined and help more people.
I am thankful that even though we have to pay a lot more than we thought, that for
one, we can be accepted without worry about pre-existing conditions. That two, we don't have to fear an emergency room visit. We will have to pay, absolutely, but not the exhorbitant amount the hospitals charge. That three, I can go back and see my doctors without being embarrassed when the front desk asks for your insurance card and you have to see them shake their heads when you say you don't have insurance, then look away from you when they hand you the bill at the end of your service.
This is my political statement for the year.
Have a glorious day.
D
Sunday, April 21, 2013
A year later??
OK so I am not a good blogger. I get motivated then sink. Mr. Wonderful being laid off a year ago was a huge deflater and then I tried again a few months later with the Social Security disaster and again, nothing for awhile.
Today is a depressing day. So I want to write to help me get out of the funk.
Why the funk?
Age
Weight
Children
What should have
What could have
What is.
Sound like a pity party? It is.
I am allowed at least one pity party per 6 months of existence. This is my 6th month one.
They don't last long. My hubby has been the target of my surliness this morning.
I slam things. When I'm frustrated, angry, hurt. I slam them loudly.
Then he thinks he's done something wrong so starts doing something.
It's wrong. I know it is.
In a few minutes I'll go out and hug him and tell him I'm sorry, which I am. because it's not anything he's done. It's me unhappy with me right now.
You know that gratefulness list we all should be making each and every day. Well mine hasn't been done in a long time.
I do have so much to be thankful and grateful for.
The murderous rampage in Boston didn't take place here. I still have my body in one piece, my sons are doing well, my husband is back at work, I'm blessed with a decent job, I have food on my table, some savings in the bank and three animals that follow me where ever I go whenever I let them.
I'm feeling better already.
Maybe it's the crazy winter we've had during spring. Maybe it's the candy I eat that I feel guilty about when I do, maybe it's the humdrum daily life that is so monotonous, that has put me in this mood.
Maybe just maybe I'll go hug my husband.
Today is a depressing day. So I want to write to help me get out of the funk.
Why the funk?
Age
Weight
Children
What should have
What could have
What is.
Sound like a pity party? It is.
I am allowed at least one pity party per 6 months of existence. This is my 6th month one.
They don't last long. My hubby has been the target of my surliness this morning.
I slam things. When I'm frustrated, angry, hurt. I slam them loudly.
Then he thinks he's done something wrong so starts doing something.
It's wrong. I know it is.
In a few minutes I'll go out and hug him and tell him I'm sorry, which I am. because it's not anything he's done. It's me unhappy with me right now.
You know that gratefulness list we all should be making each and every day. Well mine hasn't been done in a long time.
I do have so much to be thankful and grateful for.
The murderous rampage in Boston didn't take place here. I still have my body in one piece, my sons are doing well, my husband is back at work, I'm blessed with a decent job, I have food on my table, some savings in the bank and three animals that follow me where ever I go whenever I let them.
I'm feeling better already.
Maybe it's the crazy winter we've had during spring. Maybe it's the candy I eat that I feel guilty about when I do, maybe it's the humdrum daily life that is so monotonous, that has put me in this mood.
Maybe just maybe I'll go hug my husband.
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Oh lord, here I am again...3 months from the last. I guess it's hard for me to think people would read this and even more difficult to think that a client who I talk about would find it and then I'm screwed.
I am going to talk about clients who changerappointments at the last minute..consistently.
Do you not realize we only make money when we are working? Do you realize when you call 10 minutes before your two and half hour appointment that I can't fill that? So I SIT for that time praying a walking might come in.
Well actually not me. I've been doing this for 25 years. Sometimes I enjoy the break, but I have one stylist who is about to have her 2nd child. When I say about I mean any day and all she can worry about is how long she has to be off and when she can come back. SO when you take that away from her, just more worries.
As hairstylists few of us work in salons that have "benefits". The majority, at least in this end of the world, work for themselves, have no paid vacations, no health insurance and in most cases are the main support of their families.
So I ask you PLEASE if you are going to cancel...do it ahead of time. We understand emergencies, but you can't have that many all the time.
And please tell me WHY???? you call in the morning to make an appointment and then don't show up that afternoon? I've seen new stylists almost emotionally destroyed by numerous calls like that. They get so excited and then the time comes and they sit, and they sit and they hope they are only late and they sit and I can watch them slowly sinking. My heart breaks for them. I then have to explain that this is common place. Have the common decency when someone asks if you'd like to book an appointment to say "No thank-you"
Chihuahua is on lap, kitty next to computer and hubby is wakjng up. I'm gone to get ready for another wonderful day in my salon.
I am going to talk about clients who changerappointments at the last minute..consistently.
Do you not realize we only make money when we are working? Do you realize when you call 10 minutes before your two and half hour appointment that I can't fill that? So I SIT for that time praying a walking might come in.
Well actually not me. I've been doing this for 25 years. Sometimes I enjoy the break, but I have one stylist who is about to have her 2nd child. When I say about I mean any day and all she can worry about is how long she has to be off and when she can come back. SO when you take that away from her, just more worries.
As hairstylists few of us work in salons that have "benefits". The majority, at least in this end of the world, work for themselves, have no paid vacations, no health insurance and in most cases are the main support of their families.
So I ask you PLEASE if you are going to cancel...do it ahead of time. We understand emergencies, but you can't have that many all the time.
And please tell me WHY???? you call in the morning to make an appointment and then don't show up that afternoon? I've seen new stylists almost emotionally destroyed by numerous calls like that. They get so excited and then the time comes and they sit, and they sit and they hope they are only late and they sit and I can watch them slowly sinking. My heart breaks for them. I then have to explain that this is common place. Have the common decency when someone asks if you'd like to book an appointment to say "No thank-you"
Chihuahua is on lap, kitty next to computer and hubby is wakjng up. I'm gone to get ready for another wonderful day in my salon.
Friday, August 17, 2012
Too old to get hired?
When I started blogging back the first part of the year it was fun to sit here and come up with witty things to say about my family, job and other insane parts of my life.
Then Mr. Wonderful got laid of work.
What a bubble buster.
This was the second time in less than a year. The first time was bad enough, but twice? Did I mention we are both up in years...past the 55 year mark and progressing each day?
I hated the job he had. Self centered, egotistical, demeaning jack ass he worked for. Hubby came home every day, feeling like the high school kid who gets bullied every day and that is just WRONG at any age. So when he got laid, which while being deeply disappointed, I was happy inside because I hated seeing my wonderful husband like that.
Fast forward to mid August. Still no job.
The last five months have been tough. Hubby thought finding a job would be easy. He has incredible experience, is meticulous in what he does and how he does it. He renovated our entire house. Perfectly.
As each job came with a "Oh you came in second", then would put out another ad two weeks later and wouldn't respond to calls, or they paid minimum wage for skilled work, I could see him sink into a deeper depression. We finally decided it was age. Oh yea right. there is NO age discrimination. Bullshit!!
They can't say that's why you weren't hired, but there certainly is discrimination
I need to be honest with you though. If I was a business owner in my 30's, had job applicants from 20 to 60, thought about the future of my business and it's growth, I might choose the person between 30 and 40 because he could be with me longer. Again is it right? Hell no, but it makes sense. Illegal? Yes, but prove it.
What a shame. My husband could spend 10 years sharing his experience with the younger guys and they would be better for it. Maybe 15 years. Does he have 20 in him? Not sure, but what a shame no one took the chance and found out.
So now he is starting up a "Handyman Business" It will take time to build a reputation but he can do thsi and do it well.
I've watched him work. He's a man who does things right. Not like my ex who was a master of bubble gum and rubber bands, who could "rig" anything. No, David does it right.
So it's time for the pity pot to be gone, to support my husband in this endeavor and be his support.
If you need a great handyman for odd jobs, bathroom and kitchen renovation and many other things, you can check out his website at
http://www.ddhandymanokc.com/
Have a blessed day, Debi
Then Mr. Wonderful got laid of work.
What a bubble buster.
This was the second time in less than a year. The first time was bad enough, but twice? Did I mention we are both up in years...past the 55 year mark and progressing each day?
I hated the job he had. Self centered, egotistical, demeaning jack ass he worked for. Hubby came home every day, feeling like the high school kid who gets bullied every day and that is just WRONG at any age. So when he got laid, which while being deeply disappointed, I was happy inside because I hated seeing my wonderful husband like that.
Fast forward to mid August. Still no job.
The last five months have been tough. Hubby thought finding a job would be easy. He has incredible experience, is meticulous in what he does and how he does it. He renovated our entire house. Perfectly.
As each job came with a "Oh you came in second", then would put out another ad two weeks later and wouldn't respond to calls, or they paid minimum wage for skilled work, I could see him sink into a deeper depression. We finally decided it was age. Oh yea right. there is NO age discrimination. Bullshit!!
They can't say that's why you weren't hired, but there certainly is discrimination
I need to be honest with you though. If I was a business owner in my 30's, had job applicants from 20 to 60, thought about the future of my business and it's growth, I might choose the person between 30 and 40 because he could be with me longer. Again is it right? Hell no, but it makes sense. Illegal? Yes, but prove it.
What a shame. My husband could spend 10 years sharing his experience with the younger guys and they would be better for it. Maybe 15 years. Does he have 20 in him? Not sure, but what a shame no one took the chance and found out.
So now he is starting up a "Handyman Business" It will take time to build a reputation but he can do thsi and do it well.
I've watched him work. He's a man who does things right. Not like my ex who was a master of bubble gum and rubber bands, who could "rig" anything. No, David does it right.
So it's time for the pity pot to be gone, to support my husband in this endeavor and be his support.
If you need a great handyman for odd jobs, bathroom and kitchen renovation and many other things, you can check out his website at
http://www.ddhandymanokc.com/
Have a blessed day, Debi
Monday, August 6, 2012
A Not So Perfect Mom
As a mom we try to be perfect. need something? I have it!! Lose something? I know exactly where it is? I keep records, I have all the info on birth, SS Cards, school info..I am perfect!! I have it.
So a few weeks ago my teenage son is applying for jobs. His dad and I are divorced and I am positive, I have given his dad his actual, absolute, without a doubt, yesireeman it IS the original SS Card quite awhile ago when he needed it for something else.
Son applies for the wonderful jobs that many teens end up with, Fast Food.
YES!! He has the job. All of this being transmitted between ex-husband and myself. He goes to fill out the papers and they tell him his Social Security card is wrong. NO it's not!! I'm the mom. I know. I gave his dad the original a while back. I did. I swear. After a couple trips the the McD's and numerous conversations with my ex, and me trying to figure out what could possible be wrong
This goes on for two weeks. Mind you at no time during this do I see the card he is using. My perfect mom brain just tells me it's nuts. Final answer from the almost employer is you need to go to the Social Secuity office. Oh my. Anyone been there? Stand, or sit or squat for several hours before they call your number?
My ex was so confused as to what has been going on ( which you will see why) so I said I'd take our son on my day off to the office.
As I was sitting here dreading the day ahead, I decided to go to the SS office website. ahha!! I can make an appointment. Knowing what can transpire on a phone with a government agency I decide to have all available papers sitting in front of me before I called. It's 7 Am. No teenager in his right mind is awake at this time, so I crept into his room, awakened him enough to ask for his SS Card. What he handed me was NOT his original card. It was a faded out copy of the original.
I had fallen off of my pedestal. I knew the second that cheap copy paper slid into my hand it was not the card he had needed. I slunk out of his room as he fell back asleep and started the hunt for the original. Apparently I am not as organized as I thought.
We have a safe in which we keep all of our important papers. Each famly member has a manilla enveolpe with thier name on it with every important paper nestled inside. I had gone through my son's envelope three times. I decided it had fallen out, so I stood on my head ( safe is on the floor) and pulled everything out. My son has two envelopes. What??
Oops. Big oops. There inside the second envelope is the original Social Security card. When it is in my hand memories come rushing back to me. I gave my ex a copy because I did that with all my kids. Teens lose thing so easily. So perfect mom here will hold onto the original until needed. Because my ex told me he had to "cut" it out, I assumed he had the original. He even had the part of paper left over that it had been cut out with.
So I must now fess up to my ex what I did. That for two weeks and all the hassle with the" employer to be" who had to think my ex is nuts ( which he sometimes is), it is my fault.
It was hard enough telling my son.
What a day I have ahead of me.
So a few weeks ago my teenage son is applying for jobs. His dad and I are divorced and I am positive, I have given his dad his actual, absolute, without a doubt, yesireeman it IS the original SS Card quite awhile ago when he needed it for something else.
Son applies for the wonderful jobs that many teens end up with, Fast Food.
YES!! He has the job. All of this being transmitted between ex-husband and myself. He goes to fill out the papers and they tell him his Social Security card is wrong. NO it's not!! I'm the mom. I know. I gave his dad the original a while back. I did. I swear. After a couple trips the the McD's and numerous conversations with my ex, and me trying to figure out what could possible be wrong
This goes on for two weeks. Mind you at no time during this do I see the card he is using. My perfect mom brain just tells me it's nuts. Final answer from the almost employer is you need to go to the Social Secuity office. Oh my. Anyone been there? Stand, or sit or squat for several hours before they call your number?
My ex was so confused as to what has been going on ( which you will see why) so I said I'd take our son on my day off to the office.
As I was sitting here dreading the day ahead, I decided to go to the SS office website. ahha!! I can make an appointment. Knowing what can transpire on a phone with a government agency I decide to have all available papers sitting in front of me before I called. It's 7 Am. No teenager in his right mind is awake at this time, so I crept into his room, awakened him enough to ask for his SS Card. What he handed me was NOT his original card. It was a faded out copy of the original.
I had fallen off of my pedestal. I knew the second that cheap copy paper slid into my hand it was not the card he had needed. I slunk out of his room as he fell back asleep and started the hunt for the original. Apparently I am not as organized as I thought.
We have a safe in which we keep all of our important papers. Each famly member has a manilla enveolpe with thier name on it with every important paper nestled inside. I had gone through my son's envelope three times. I decided it had fallen out, so I stood on my head ( safe is on the floor) and pulled everything out. My son has two envelopes. What??
Oops. Big oops. There inside the second envelope is the original Social Security card. When it is in my hand memories come rushing back to me. I gave my ex a copy because I did that with all my kids. Teens lose thing so easily. So perfect mom here will hold onto the original until needed. Because my ex told me he had to "cut" it out, I assumed he had the original. He even had the part of paper left over that it had been cut out with.
So I must now fess up to my ex what I did. That for two weeks and all the hassle with the" employer to be" who had to think my ex is nuts ( which he sometimes is), it is my fault.
It was hard enough telling my son.
What a day I have ahead of me.
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Back with Maxi Stories
When I started this blog I had such good intentions of sitting here every morning and spending a few moments writing my thoughts and sharing some of the crazy things that happen in our lives. Amazing how that got flushed down the toilet. I see I still have one amazing follower. Myself. Well if anyone is going to follow me, it should be me. Other wise it could get a bit weird if I wasn't around.
So here I go again...off on a "Wild Hair"
The salon I own in the metropolitan city, is not huge. Small but comfortable. I love it. We're like the modern day "Steel Magnolias" You never know what's coming out of anyone.
This week I was shown something I never thought I would have been shown.
My clients Maxi pad. Not used, thank God, but shown.
We will call her "Susie" Susie is about 50, from what we can ascertain, has some pretty wild nights with the men and her luck is pretty bad. I can remember two dates she has had in the last 18 months who have taken her financially. We do hear more that we really want to, but being the nice people we are, we just nod and allow her to continue.
Both Ashley and I do her hair. She's a bit more more reserved when with me..I must be the motherly type..but when she is in Ashley's chair???? Poor Ashley.
One of the things "Susie" complains about is how she seems to most always be on her period when she has a hot and heavy night planned. She was in my chair this week as she was complaining about how heavy her period is. What comes out of her purse for all to see? Her giant , super absorbant, extra long Maxi Pad. We got a full detail description of how it fills up, leaks out and how many she has to carry around with her.
What happened to good old fashioned gossip??? Have a blessed day.
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