Posted by Becky on July 29, 2009
Here is Mom, Dad and baby Jack
John’s oldest son Jordan, his wife Dena and baby Jack.
Traci, (Jordan’s mom) Cali, (Dena’s daughter) and baby Jack.
Baby Jack. Isn’t he precious? I am so happy for mom, dad, grandma and grandpa.. This is Traci’s and John’s first grandchild and I couldn’t be happier for everyone. I keep telling you people, we are the Brady Bunch on Acid! Stay tuned for the arrival of Baby Jack’s Cousin coming soon to a theater near you.
I know John has been a wonderful grandpa to my grandkids and the kids don’t know any different, but I know he’s feeling a bit reflective today. A life he created created a life. Grandkids make one feel a bit immortal in the fact that you know your DNA and memories that you help to create will last long after you are gone. Oh, and it gets better.
Why just this weekend, out of nowhere, my grandson Eli tells me “Uncle Roger got fired from his job because he was drunk. (he didn’t) Then Eli silently FARTED in the truck and stated that “it smells like one of Grandpa’s” (I’m not gonna lie here, it did) Then later he tells me that his mom said his brother Eli’s breath “smelled like a cows butt”. Yes, he has a step- brother named Eli, (insert my brother Darrel and my other brother Darrel joke here) plus he has two moms, so he’s got that going for him, which is good. (But I don’t think either of his mothers would say such a thing)
So, cherish those precious moments until the kid starts talking. I was mad at Roger for two fucking days for getting fired. Actually, it is kind of funny. And it will be HILARIOUS when he tells, oh a teacher lets say, on the days Roger picks him up from school.
But they can be so sweet too. This weekend Eli said he loved Blue the best “because he’s always been good to me.”
Which is true. But seriously,might it have something to do with the fact that Zeva and Darwin think they got a new swing set?
Stay tuned!
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Welcome to the world, Jack!
Posted by Becky on July 28, 2009
I called mom today, “Are you still breathing?” I am required to call on a regular basis to make sure she hasn’t died. I don’t need to do anything if she’s alive, just call and make sure she hasn’t died. That’s all she wants.
But it just so happened my brother called today. He only has to call every other Sunday. That’s it. Every other Sunday on his day off. Because the sun rises and sets on her only son. But I digress. So, my brother calls my mom today on a Workday. He works on Kiawia Islands in South Carolina and got an unusual phone call. Most Maintenance calls are pretty standard. Can’t get my safe open, the Jacuzzi isn’t hot enough, etc. So, today he gets a call that a RACOON IS MOCKING THE GUESTS! WTF? How can a racoon mock guests, he wonders? So, he wanders on over and sure enough a racoon is up in a tree throwing wads of insulation at the guests! The little bugger had got in to a wall of one of the unitss and had hoarded the insulation in the tree and was throwing it at the tourists. I think somebody seiously pissed this racoon off and it was most likely a foreigner.
So, he lured him into a cage with food, my brother not the racoon, and took him into the woods and released him. Kind of like a witness protection program for animals. And mother will be tickled over this for years.
Posted by Becky on June 26, 2009
First, the First lady of SC compares herself to Job and now her husband compares himself to King David? When you’ve acted like a complete douchbag, (not so much that he cheated on his wife), but he elected to leave the country on Father’s Day Weekend, don’t quote the mother fucking bible. Especially King David, who was a pussy for sending an innocent man to be killed so he could marry his wife, Bathsheba.
WTF is the message here? David should have been on the battlefield(where a king is suppose to be) and you should have been running SC (where a Governor is suppose to be?) And you couldn’t even get a domestic mistress? Are the Republicans outsourcing that too?
You know, because a human being, man or woman, has an affair, I don’t fault them. As humans we are not infallable. And rarely, should an affair affect a persons ability to perform their duties. But if you ran a mother fucking AM/PM and didn’t show up for work for three days. Your ass would be toast.
Quoting the bible will not endear you to anyone, unless they don’t read the bible If you have ever read the story of King David you would know that there was a major cover up to hide his sin. And it wasn’t “Hiking in the Appalacians on Naked Hiking day” you fucking idiot. You fucked up, we all do. But we don’t compare ourselves to biblical characters to evoke sympathy.
We are American’s and we admit it when we fuck up. Repeat after me,” I fucked up and I’m truly sorry to those who I have hurt and I will try to be a better person.” and move on.
Posted by Becky on June 24, 2009
Okay, so I had my receipt sent it to Kaiser. They got it and NOW they have to figure out who I overpaid and then I have to collect MY money from THEM!
These mother fuckers can kiss my left lip! And I told her I have met my part of the health care contract. I pay for my coverage up to $3000.00 they are responsible for the balance. I am not to pay out of my own pocket, I’m trying to recover from surgery and I should not have to be doing their fucking job.
She then let slip that my claim was in, and had been in. Those fucking liars! I told her I don’t know how she can work for a company like Kaiser and sleep at night!
And I blame it all on Nixon. How the fuck do you run a non-profit organization for a profit? And don’t even get me started on Donald Rumsfled and Aspertame!
Oh well, none of this really matters since North Korea is threatening to blow us off the map. Obama better nuke those mother fuckers first, so I can get my dad gum check from those HMO Nazi’s at Kaiser!
Posted by Becky on June 23, 2009
Also known as HMO’s. So, as you know, I’ve been given a medical run around. First, I was diagnosed with a bladder infection when I had no symptoms of a bladder infection. I went due to a high fever and on Sunday, after my fever was 100.4 they told me at the ER I *might* have an intestinal obstruction. Which I don’t because I’m still, well let’s just say, things are moving right along. All this on top of my hysterectomy. So, NOW these mother fuckers are not current with my co-pays. I have paid over $3000.00 on a Health Savings Credit Card (which my employer provides me with) and $500 of my own money and they want more because they say I haven’t met my deductible. I’m sitting at home trying to heal and now I have to have CMH fax over my proof of payment (I don’t have a fax) to my work, have the lady in Sales fax it to Kaiser so they can update their records! WTF? I have to help in their accounting, too? This is ridiculous.
Don’t get me wrong I am extremely grateful that my employer provides me with health care, both for myself and my husband. I know this is not the norm in today’s work force. Not only do I have complete coverage, but they pay my deductible, also unheard of. But what is pissing me off is they are not getting what they are paying for. If Kaiser does this to every patient how much money do they make while it sits in their bank account collecting interest? Or how many old’confused/medicated people cant figure it out and keep paying?
And if it’s fucked up now wait until the government gets involved. It will be like the fucking DMV. Remember, I was a threat to Homeland Security sat the DMV when I got married and Social Security didn’t update my records and my name didn’t match my driver’s license. Again, some slacker not doing their job on time.
But on a happier not, I finished my socks. And it’s my bosses birthday who was diagnosed with cancer over 7 years ago and looks healthier than ever. His secret, green tea!
Posted by Becky on June 21, 2009
What a year I’m having! Had a temperature on Friday, Joseph drove me to Urgent Care (John was en route to San Diego) and they told me I had a bladder infection. Okay! Never had a fever with one of those, but you’re the doctor! They put me on antibiotics and I felt somewhat better until today. Checked my temperature around five PM and it was 100.4. So, I call Kaiser Nurse Triage and they told me to go to the ER and, the nurse pointed out, fever’s don’t normally accompany bladder infections. That’s what I thought! Plus, I never feel like I have a bladder infection. So, John and I go off to CMH and I’m admitted and lounging around in my cubicle when I see Kathleen Turnbull walk by. If you don’t know Kathleen, you should. She’s a great lady and a knitter. She works both at CMH and Saint John’s as a nurse while going to school for her PHd. So, she’s admiring my sock and I told her I’m ready to go down with my STICKS IN MY HAND. I got some great meds for my abdominal pain, downloaded Loving Frank on my Kindle, read and knitted off and on, then the doctor sees me and says he’ll have some test ran. A couple hours go by and my nurse asks the doctor, ”What are the plans for the patient in room four?” and he states he’s waiting on my CT Scan results. She looks at my chart and points out HE DIDN’T ORDER a CT SCAN!
I ♥ nurses. This dip stick would have sat around for HOURS waiting. She brings me more pain meds, mentions the little “mix-up” and apologizes. Which I told her was not necessary as she didn’t screw it up and hey I’m just now working my toe section of my sock so I shouldn’t put my needles down at this point. You just keep them drugs coming.
The nicest young man from transportation (his name was Joe) took me to have a CT scan. (He’s working and going to school to be a nurse.) Did I mention I ♥ nurses? WE go back to my room and John is asleep in my BED! I arm wrestle him for the bed and he settles back in on the chair. Wait about an hour and I get more pain meds without asking (I think the doctor felt bad) and then he comes in to tell me that it looks like I ”might” have an intestinal obstruction. Which, btw, doesn’t cause fever which is why I came here in the first place.
So, now I am on a clear liquid diet until I see my doctor who performed my surgery from damn near a month ago to see if I need surgery again! Now, you would think he would have noticed an obstruction a month ago because I specifically asked about scar tissue from my surgery of 29 years ago after Joseph was born. Who will be having a birthday this Saturday. So how ironic is that?
So, I left the ER with paperwork that states Abdominal pain and fever – uncertain cause and I’m to go see Dr. Martin ASAP. So, what I’m getting at is Sandy, can I bum a ride again?
Posted by Becky on June 6, 2009
I paid my B of A credit card through my B of A checking account and today I get my bill and it states that I was late and my interest has gone up. So I call and my due date was 5/29 and I paid on 5/29 and it was posted on 6/1 so what the fuck? How is that my problem that that took days to post my money. The customer service lady took care of it deducted my late fee and then stated that my interest hike wasn’t due to a late charge but that I was notified via letter (I wasn’t or I wouldn’t be using it) So, I was able to go back to my previous interest rate as long as I don’t use the card. Cut it up. Probelm solved. Next
Best Buy send me a bill for $700 dollasr after I paid my bill in full before the due date where it is just like cash for six months. It was due on 5/21 I arranged for it to be paid by 5/21 but, again, it was posted on 5/22 and so I am late, but the guy in India appreciated that I TRIED to pay it on time. FUCKING COCK SUCKING SON OF A BITCH. I hope McDonalds fries your french fries in cow fat! The bastard would not BUDGE. Again I have no control over when my money gets received I can only specify what date I want them to get it. So now I have to call B of A again! I’m freaking exhausted. I need to be healing and not dealing with this bullshit.
So, America stop using your credit cards even if you think you are using them same as cash, (like I have done for years without a problem) they are still going to fuck you one way or another.
Posted by Becky on June 2, 2009
And I have to admit I really liked it! And it’s not jsut the drugs talking here, peo[ple. Now, granted, he’s no Craig Furgeson and I am by no means a late night show critic, but I’m home with nothing else to do so what the hell, right? He has a new stage and I just love the moon and search lighte theme. It looks very snazzy.
Conan had Pearl Jam! Freaking Pearl Jam on the Tonight Show! Can you believe it? Finally, it suits my liking. With Jay I couldn’t concentrate on anything because he seemed to be turning into Grandpa Munster before my eyes.
And Conan had Will Ferrill too! (who is up for a Tony, btw, for is play about Bush and his CB handle is Choco Taco. Late night is very educational) And did you know that Liza Minelli was a communist? It’s true I saw it right there on the TV.
It’s 12:38 AM and I’m blogging as if I had a late night reader. I feel like a kid who is playing teacher. I’ve made up little jobs for myself while I recuperate. I clock in to Yoville every 8 hours and collect my pay check. Buy some things for the house (in Yoville) . It’s BBQ season, you know and I find furniture much easier to move when I have a mouse in my hand. What that has to do with BBQ season, I really don’t know. I knit something and then either a cat shits on it or a dog chews it up. And now, late night blogging. I figure, if I pretend like I’m working, I won’t lose my mind sitting around the house, but I think that train has pretty much left the station.
Well, that’s all for tonight, folks. Hope you’ve enjoyed the show.
Posted by Becky on May 29, 2009
For the gifts of flowers, plants and stuffed animals and visits and laughter over the phone.
It really meant a lot to me.
My boys were great troopers. Sean brought me home, Roger stayed with me until Jacob and JJ came to spend the night and John and Joseph left town to give me some peace and quiet for my first night home.
They’ll be home tonight.
Jerry even came to visit.
