Monday, July 13, 2009

My Healthcare Rant

I need a new doctor. I have had the same doctor for at least 8 years. That would seem like a good thing, since she should know me and my body by now, however she doesn't.

She handles her doctor duties.

She is a good doctor. She was very active when I had my two breast cancer scares.
She advised me to gain some weight because she didn't like the fact I was trying to lose so much.

But, she doesn't really know me. I tend to hold back from her.
I have had problems I haven't told her about.

Why?

I think she judges me.

Like three months ago, when I went to see her . . . she asked me if I still wanted more children because I could have myself fixed (she didn't use that word), I told her I wasn't sure and would stick with the pill.
She made a face, like you need fixed.

She has done things like before. Make her little snide remarks or faces when we talk about my health or my personal life. So, sometimes I just don't tell her anything.
That is only hurting me.

I want to get a new doctor, but it is such a hassle when you have to get familiar with another physician and them with you.

I will give her some credit . . . her fashion sense is incredible. Her shoes and outfits are always on point. I like her for that. Yes, it is sad that I give her points for being fashionable and that I have went into her office and thought damn those shoes are sharp.

Wait, I forgot to mention that for the last few years she has interns do the exams. She just watches and asked questions.

Then there is the problem with the insurance I have. It sucks. I want to tell my job to stop taking money out of my check for it, I would rather take a chance.
It covers the doctor's office visits with the exception of the ten dollar copay, I hand over.

But, when I need blood work and lab work and tests. My portion of the bill is like 60 percent.

I am buried in medical bills.

This is the end of my health care rant. I shall get over it. I just have to see her today and thought I whine.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Go There

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See y'all later.



Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Please Tell Me

How do they do it?


How do all those single mothers out there manage to pay the bills and still keep their children in the latest fashion and flyest shoes?
How do those mothers get their hair and nails done and keep themselves sporting all the latest fashion?

I need the secerts. Please tell.


Sunday, July 5, 2009

Hungry and Random

Have you ever wanted something, but had no idea what it was you wanted.

Well, for the last week that has been me.

I am craving for something . . . I just don't know what it is . . . I do know it is not in my house.

I am trying to save, so I haven't been eating out . . . much. And even if I were to order out. I don't know what I am craving for.

I have been snacking on junk food and drinking massive liquids all week. Why? Because I don't know what I want to eat.
As, I type this I am baking some fries. Not what I want however, I must eat something other than cookies.

I took the children to a festival Downtown for the fourth. As the day went by, the temperature seemed to drop. I couldn't stay for the fireworks. My daughter was ready to go also. My son was disappointed. He survived it.

I was dressed for summer and the weather was early spring. Not to mention the fact, we were down by the rivers. Always cooler there.

They went to their father's place today (Sunday). And they were happy about it. Why? Because he told them he would barbecue them some ribs. HAHA.
I rarely make them ribs. Why? I have removed pork from my life. I am not a fan of beef ribs at all.
They are adjusting to an almost pork free life. Why? Cause they have a father who will give them all the swine they want.

You ever have so much going on that you can't catch up? Me too.
My partner finally told me . . . well he is always telling me . . . to stop rushing things and take them step by step.
I just want things when I want them.

Anyway, I wanted to post my personal logo, but the one for my shoe blog isn't done. I am going to try to wait cause I wanted to post them both together.

We also got all the other . . . three done. There is just one last one (besides the shoe blog I need done).

I can wait to show my personal one . . .I have been copyright(ed) and trademark(ed). Can't nobody be me. HAHA.
I am having that thing tatted on me too.
"Your Honor she stole my idea."
"Can you prove it?"
"Yes, sir it's tatted on my *ss"
HAHA

Actually, it will be my back or my side.

I should be typing. But, I keep playing with my Windows Movie Maker. I am making video slides of high heels. I'm going to post them on you tube.
My son got me playing with it. He made a little movie with his toys. It is so cute and creative. And now I am wasting hours on it. At least they say go to Queen in Heels.
That blog is taking on a life of it's own. More on that another time. Let's just say, I 'll be traveling because of it soon. I'm not complaining, it's exciting.

The shoe blog is leading me on new paths. So, it's a very good thing.


Lastly, the cellulite on my *ss and thighs is working my nerves. I am going to have to join a gym. I need toned.

Friday, July 3, 2009

Holiday Wishes


Happy 4th of July

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