Watching the Robert Durst story unfold. The Jinx is on HBO, but I am also keeping up with the news as well. Bizarro.
I was informed of a young man from home who passed last night. His parents used to live down the road from me when I was a kid. I knew him when he was little. He was 36. It makes me kind of numb and thankful for my life at the same time. He left behind a wife (whom I also knew and went to school with her older sister and brother) and little boys. Lots of prayers sent their way.
Anthem insurance. Not sure how I feel about them right now. They say the breach was the university. The university says it was Anthem. Love that finger pointing to avoid liability. I received my assessment of the billing for my neck. I am not thrilled about that. It seems they are not paying for any of it. What do we have insurance for? LOL. Dammit. Oh, yeah...to give our identities out to hackers.
Buying organic will break your bank. Now it is time to assess just what I will invest in and what will have to be passed on. I can tell you, paying $2.79 for a dozen of organic eggs goes farther than $9.68 for a couple of organic chicken tenders. Funny because regular "crap" eggs cost $.79 a dozen. Big disparity. So what do you do? Go against the grain and count your chickens before they hatch. Putting the egg before the chicken. Duh. I am no math wizard, but I know what works in the budget.
Bug has been very good in the last week. Not sure, but I think I am waiting for the lull before the storm to be over soon. Teen hormones. However, I worry about her. It's the motherly thing to do. Am I good enough to her? Am I teaching her the right things? Is she doing well both mentally and physically? I sometimes think what I do or say today will make the wrong impact on her later. Ugh. The pressure! Note to self: in next life...be a OB/GYN or pediatric nurse who hugs babies and gives them to parents. How can you go wrong with a hug, right? Oh, wait. Great idea. I'm going to hug Bug more often!
New Princeton study says US is no longer a democracy. That should scare the hell out each one of us. What do you think?
It's cold. I am not happy about that. I want to go to the range but I don't want to freeze my ass off. I like my firearms but not when they are frozen to my hands.
This morning, at 0450, I was super lazy. Moose had to pee so I in my flannel jammie bottoms and t-shirt, boobs hanging to the ground, took him outside. It was entirely too cold for March 24, so I stood in the warm door way and leaned out so he could go a few feet away. I pretty much have adopted the ghettohood way of life. The leash was about 10 ft long. In the darkness, I saw movement in the alley and heard the familiar noise. It was my behind neighbor who is a retired engineer. He was walking his Corgi as he always does. However, usually his first walk is at 0800. He must not have been able to sleep. Needless to say, I was embarrassed. I picked my boobs up off the ground, held them and covered them up for obvious reasons and said, "Howdy. Top of the morning to you." I did not apologize for my looks nor my twangle of British and Western. I took Moose inside. He did not utter a word. I don't think I can face him again...the neighbor, not Moose.
In my mind I did not look like this, but I wished I had...
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I'm pretty sure me and Maxine iz kin...
Screw you, Anthem, for not covering my neck bills. I'm pretty sure my boobs would not be in this predicament if my neck would hold everything up.