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dieting: you're doing it wrong
April 30, 2012
Spouse has been driving me crazy lately by skimping on meals, especially
on anything involving a vegetable, yet still insisting on me baking
cupcakes--and he spent $30.00 buying an entire case (50 count) of
chocolate bars because he had a craving for a particular kind of candy and
that was the only way he could get it. (He wanted the kind of chocolate
kids sell for fundraising, a brand called "World's Finest". You can get the
fundraising packs at GFS.)
I think he's trying to cut back and cut down, but unfortunately, he's really
bad at it. (And he needs to lay off all the pop, too. NOBODY loses weight when they drink as much soda as he does.)
Shitty weather, dreary weekend. Back to the anti-social life. Battled a hideous, allergy-related sore throat AND a house wren insistent on building a nest next to my front door ALL weekend. Got my oil changed. Managed to slam two fingers (on my LEFT hand, of course!) in the car door. Cleaned the coffeemaker, did assloads of laundry, including bedding. Did the shopping, some baking (devil's food cupcakes with chocolate buttercream frosting, made using the Wilton recipe), and some assorted other housework. We ordered pizza on Friday (Roma in Winthrop Harbor), I made BLTs on Saturday, Spouse made chicken parmesan on Sunday. (AGAIN--the man is NOT CLEAR on how diets work.)
And I got two more claims denied from the suckass administrators of my
company's suckass insurance plan (we own the plan and we own the
admin company, so naturally the claim service is abysmal). Why? Because
they need additional info. They don't hold the claim pending the receipt of
said info, like a responsible insurance provider. Nope--they just do the
"deny & appeal" approach, on the off chance we'll give up and pay the bill
ourselves. Chinzty pricks.
So you pull this crap out of the mailbox at 4:00pm on a Friday afternoon,
allowing you the full weekend for working yourself up into a flaming rage.
I was a little crisp this morning when I had to call to resolve no less than
three issues with these worthless turds:
1. Denying a claim for accident details on for an injury that was not due to
an accident.
2. Denying a medical supply and requesting a medical necessity letter from
the doctor, when the supply was dispensed IN the doctor's office, BY the
doctor! Y'know, I truly do agree that seventy-two fricking dollars
for a neoprene knee brace is overpriced. But it is still an eligible expense.
3. And last (but certainly not least)...letting them know that my follow-up
visit for my knee should not only be paid...it should be paid to my
actual doctor--not the strange provider whose name appeared on
the denial EOB and who, when I googled, him, turned out to be a
psychiatrist in Sheboygan.
Reading: The Common Law (1911), by Robert W.
Chambers.
"Valerie West, a young woman quite alone in the
world and facing the necessity of self-support, having tried the stage with
indifferent success, decides to be an artist's model. Her first experience,
when she applies for work at the studio of Louis Neville; her agony of
self-consciousness when for the first time she realises what is expected of a
model; her final acceptance of it, and her amazing natural aptitude for
taking and retaining an effective pose--all this is handled with a tact, an
understanding and a pervading touch of actuality that make these opening
pages conspicuous among Mr. Chambers's riper efforts." That blurb was on Manybooks--I don't know the original attribution. Thank goodness that Chambers wrote better than the reviewer.
And I finally decided to get back to juveniles and start the Corner House
Girls series by Grace Brooks Hill . Currently reading Corner House Girls
#1: "The Corner House Girls: How They Moved to Milton, What They
Found, and What They Did" (1915). How's that for a mouthful of
subtitle? Four orphaned sisters, ranging in age from 6 to 16, inherit (conditionally) a mansion, a number of properties, and a fortune from an estranged half-uncle. They are allowed to move in, but they have to find a missing will in order to establish clear claim for themselves. In the process, they have to do battle with tenants, neighbors, other claimants to the estate...and ghosts.
Listening: WXRT. The Old 97s, The Yardbirds, Florence &
The Machine, The Eagles.
Surfing: .
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