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#86
Woo Hoo! I made it past the second cut into round 3! Thank you all so much for helping me with this!
Monday, July 30, 2007
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Randomness
Just call me "wrong way".
Sunday, Arkieboy wanted to go to church where our neighbors go. We had went there once before (last year, I think). I felt pretty confident that I still knew how to get there. Sunday school started at 9:00. At 10 after 8:00, I told Arkieboy I needed to go put gas in the car, and asked if he wanted to come with me, and head on to the church, or if he would prefer I come back by the house and pick him up. He decided to come with me. So, we go to the gas station, and are back on the highway, heading west out of town at 8:23. At 8:29, I'm making a right turn on the road that I was pretty sure was the right one. I know that I will have to make a left turn off of this road. We pass two roads, that I'm sure are not the right ones, and drive a little bit further. I tell Arkieboy that I don't remember driving this far down the road, and maybe this was not the right road. We turn around, and I get back on the main highway, heading further west. When we get to the N.T. bridge, I know I've missed the road somewhere, because we did *NOT* pass under the bridge the first time we went to this church. We turn around and head back towards town. I'm driving slow, and looking at each street sign, checking for the right name. I never see it. I know where that particular street starts, and drive into town to get on that end, and head back west. We follow this road, and come to a left turn. Arkieboy says that's the road. I say no, and keep going straight. Eventually, I see another street sign. Guess what? Yep, another u-turn, and we head back to the road Arkieboy said to turn on. Follow it to the end, which is back on the road we first turned on way up ^there^. Follow it almost to the end, which would put us back on the highway, so I make a quick turn onto the first road we passed earlier, that I was sure wasn't the right one. It wasn't. So, one more u-turn, back on to H.Road and turning on the second road that I was sure wasn't the right one. It wasn't. Another turn around, get back on H. Road, and we pass one road, that I just don't think is right. We're driving, driving, driving, and I *KNOW* I've gone too far. Turn around AGAIN! Decide I need to try that last road that I thought was wrong. Almost miss it, but still make the turn. It's the right one! Yay! Finally, at 9:20, we've arrived. Did I mention that arkieboy hates being late? I tried to spin it as being 40 minutes early for the church service instead of 20 minutes late for Sunday School. He wasn't buying it. I hate to be late, too, and am not going to walk in somewhere new, and not know where I'm supposed to be when I'm late, so we wait out in the car until a few minutes before 10:00.
After the services, our neighbor invites us to go eat Chinese with them, as several people from the church go eat at this one place after church every Sunday. The first time we went to this church, we went out afterwards with the neighbors to this restaurant. Arkieboy wants to go, so I say sure. As we get out to the car, arkieboy asks if I think we should wait and just follow the neighbors. No, I say, I know where this place is, no problem. I get out on the road, going in the right direction, and this road ends at Hwy ###. I have to turn either right or left. I go left, because I *know* where I'm going. To be funny, as soon as I turn, I say to arkieboy, Oh! I think I should have gone the other way. Ha! Ha! Ha! He wasn't as amused by that as I was. I pass a particular road, and know that I really should have turned right. I turn around and head back. I find the place. Thankfully, the neighbors haven't made it yet.
I had told the neighbor lady about my misdirection when we went inside the church. Somehow, it came up again while we were eating, so I told the amusing story again to everyone at the table, and then had to add the latest misadventure.
After lunch, we walked outside. Arkieboy asks if I know how to get home. Then neighbor lady walks up and asks the same question. Oddly enough, I usually can find my way straight home. (Ok, so there have been a couple of times when I couldn't do it the first attempt.)
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OK, I never thought I would see that.
I had to stop by the store this evening to pick up a particular feminine product. As I am walking down the aisle, there is this guy standing in front of the shelf where this product is displayed. As I get closer, he turns to me and asks if I can help him. Sure. He says "I need the pads with wings. Well, *I* don't need them, but..." He picks up one package and asks if they have wings. They didn't so I showed him on another package what the picture of the winged type look like. He gets what he needs, thanks me, and says he's new to this.
So... a man who will not only buy pads, but will ask someone for help instead of just grabbing the first package he sees before anyone sees him on that aisle. LOL.
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Reality Show message boards
It seems like so many of the forums are so slow this season. Is it because the shows all suck this year? (Seems like that would have more people posting, to bash the shows). Are we all just burnt out? Are people going somewhere else to post?
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Weekend plans
Arkieboy wants to see the Simpsons Movie. He wanted to go to the first showing, which is at noon tomorrow. I Fandango'd a ticket for him, and will take him to the office with me in the morning, and then drop him off on my lunch break. We may go see it together tomorrow evening. That will depend on whether he likes it enough to see it twice. Saturday, after I work out, we will go shopping for school clothes. I will also need to pick up door hinges. Anyone know anything about hanging a door? We were moving the couch from the living room into the bonus room for arkieboy the other night, and had to take the door off the hinges. We couldn't get it back on, and we couldn't remove the pins to try it that way, because the painters who painted the house before I bought it painted all over the hinges and pin. I went and bought some new hinges, but the holes aren't the same as the old one hinges' holes, and I don't want to try to drill more holes. I'm hoping to find some just like the old ones. If not, I will be calling a handyman company, and have them come out and hang the door back for me.
Sunday, Arkieboy wanted to go to church where our neighbors go. We had went there once before (last year, I think). I felt pretty confident that I still knew how to get there. Sunday school started at 9:00. At 10 after 8:00, I told Arkieboy I needed to go put gas in the car, and asked if he wanted to come with me, and head on to the church, or if he would prefer I come back by the house and pick him up. He decided to come with me. So, we go to the gas station, and are back on the highway, heading west out of town at 8:23. At 8:29, I'm making a right turn on the road that I was pretty sure was the right one. I know that I will have to make a left turn off of this road. We pass two roads, that I'm sure are not the right ones, and drive a little bit further. I tell Arkieboy that I don't remember driving this far down the road, and maybe this was not the right road. We turn around, and I get back on the main highway, heading further west. When we get to the N.T. bridge, I know I've missed the road somewhere, because we did *NOT* pass under the bridge the first time we went to this church. We turn around and head back towards town. I'm driving slow, and looking at each street sign, checking for the right name. I never see it. I know where that particular street starts, and drive into town to get on that end, and head back west. We follow this road, and come to a left turn. Arkieboy says that's the road. I say no, and keep going straight. Eventually, I see another street sign. Guess what? Yep, another u-turn, and we head back to the road Arkieboy said to turn on. Follow it to the end, which is back on the road we first turned on way up ^there^. Follow it almost to the end, which would put us back on the highway, so I make a quick turn onto the first road we passed earlier, that I was sure wasn't the right one. It wasn't. So, one more u-turn, back on to H.Road and turning on the second road that I was sure wasn't the right one. It wasn't. Another turn around, get back on H. Road, and we pass one road, that I just don't think is right. We're driving, driving, driving, and I *KNOW* I've gone too far. Turn around AGAIN! Decide I need to try that last road that I thought was wrong. Almost miss it, but still make the turn. It's the right one! Yay! Finally, at 9:20, we've arrived. Did I mention that arkieboy hates being late? I tried to spin it as being 40 minutes early for the church service instead of 20 minutes late for Sunday School. He wasn't buying it. I hate to be late, too, and am not going to walk in somewhere new, and not know where I'm supposed to be when I'm late, so we wait out in the car until a few minutes before 10:00.
After the services, our neighbor invites us to go eat Chinese with them, as several people from the church go eat at this one place after church every Sunday. The first time we went to this church, we went out afterwards with the neighbors to this restaurant. Arkieboy wants to go, so I say sure. As we get out to the car, arkieboy asks if I think we should wait and just follow the neighbors. No, I say, I know where this place is, no problem. I get out on the road, going in the right direction, and this road ends at Hwy ###. I have to turn either right or left. I go left, because I *know* where I'm going. To be funny, as soon as I turn, I say to arkieboy, Oh! I think I should have gone the other way. Ha! Ha! Ha! He wasn't as amused by that as I was. I pass a particular road, and know that I really should have turned right. I turn around and head back. I find the place. Thankfully, the neighbors haven't made it yet.
I had told the neighbor lady about my misdirection when we went inside the church. Somehow, it came up again while we were eating, so I told the amusing story again to everyone at the table, and then had to add the latest misadventure.
After lunch, we walked outside. Arkieboy asks if I know how to get home. Then neighbor lady walks up and asks the same question. Oddly enough, I usually can find my way straight home. (Ok, so there have been a couple of times when I couldn't do it the first attempt.)
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OK, I never thought I would see that.
I had to stop by the store this evening to pick up a particular feminine product. As I am walking down the aisle, there is this guy standing in front of the shelf where this product is displayed. As I get closer, he turns to me and asks if I can help him. Sure. He says "I need the pads with wings. Well, *I* don't need them, but..." He picks up one package and asks if they have wings. They didn't so I showed him on another package what the picture of the winged type look like. He gets what he needs, thanks me, and says he's new to this.
So... a man who will not only buy pads, but will ask someone for help instead of just grabbing the first package he sees before anyone sees him on that aisle. LOL.
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Reality Show message boards
It seems like so many of the forums are so slow this season. Is it because the shows all suck this year? (Seems like that would have more people posting, to bash the shows). Are we all just burnt out? Are people going somewhere else to post?
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Weekend plans
Arkieboy wants to see the Simpsons Movie. He wanted to go to the first showing, which is at noon tomorrow. I Fandango'd a ticket for him, and will take him to the office with me in the morning, and then drop him off on my lunch break. We may go see it together tomorrow evening. That will depend on whether he likes it enough to see it twice. Saturday, after I work out, we will go shopping for school clothes. I will also need to pick up door hinges. Anyone know anything about hanging a door? We were moving the couch from the living room into the bonus room for arkieboy the other night, and had to take the door off the hinges. We couldn't get it back on, and we couldn't remove the pins to try it that way, because the painters who painted the house before I bought it painted all over the hinges and pin. I went and bought some new hinges, but the holes aren't the same as the old one hinges' holes, and I don't want to try to drill more holes. I'm hoping to find some just like the old ones. If not, I will be calling a handyman company, and have them come out and hang the door back for me.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Time to vote again
AACK!!! I gave y'all the wrong number. I've corrected it now. I'm number 86, not whatever I said before!
Yes! Yes! I made the first cut! But I still need your help! Please vote for me again!
Remember this is the tat to vote for, please, please, please!
Yes! Yes! I made the first cut! But I still need your help! Please vote for me again!
Remember this is the tat to vote for, please, please, please!
I think this link will work: to vote for #86!
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Happy Birthday to my pride and joy
16 years ago, you came into this world and changed my life for the better. Happy 16th birthday!
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Thank you to those of you who have voted for my tattoo. You can vote once per day per email address, and the voting runs through the week. The contest runs for a few weeks, so *crosses fingers that I make the cut* For those of you who haven't voted, why not? Jen posted a link to the voting site in one of her comments in the post below- thank you so much, Jen! I still can't get to that site unless I use your shortcut. Something on my computer must be blocking it from working correctly. Please be sure after you vote to then check your email and verify your vote. Please, please? *puppy dog eyes*
And in an abrupt change of subject, I want this cookbook:
I was at Hastings the other day with arkieboy, and saw this. I didn't buy it because it was $35, and I wanted to wait and see what I could get it for at Barnes & Noble - good thing, with my membership discount, it will cost me $25.16 if I order it online, and since it's over $25, free shipping!
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Grabbing thoughts out of the air
I've had several ideas for blog entries, but not when I'm able to blog. Then when I *am* able to blog, I don't remember my brilliant ideas. And trust me, they *were* brilliant. *grin* So, this entry is just going to be a smorgasbord of my thoughts.
Honesty and the lies we tell:
I go on a lot about honesty and how important it is to me. I don't like for people to lie to me. However, I lie on a regular basis. You know, those polite lies we tell. If someone asks how am I, I'm not going to load them down with how crappy things are, I just say I'm fine. But that's not always the truth. Another lie I tell is when people ask me if I'm crying. I hate to cry, and I hate to cry in front of people even more. Sometimes, I'm trying to get it under control, and I CANNOT talk about what made me cry without completely losing it. So if someone asks me if I'm crying, I will look you straight in the face and say no, I'm not.
On being scared:
I was on a business trip last week in Florida. Tuesday night, there was a power outage at the hotel and surrounding area. I'm not scared of the dark, per se, but it's different being in the dark by choice instead of it being forced on you. I could hear people walking up and down the halls and I tried to call my mom's house so I could at least talk to someone, but I kept getting a busy signal.
Time to cut the hair:
My hair is too long for me. It gets in the way when I'm trying to sleep. I'm constantly having to lift it so I'm not laying on it. Then last night? God, I about freaked out. I'm laying in the bed, I have my fans blowing (yes, fans, not fan. I have two fans blowing on me). Suddenly I feel something going across my shoulder blade. I jump up and start slapping at it, because I think it's a bug. A BIG bug. It was my hair, sliding across my skin. Time for a hair cut.
Help me, help me:
OK, so a local radio station is having a tattoo contest. You upload a pic of your tat, the listener's get to vote on who has the "biggest, baddest" one, and the winner gets a $250 gift certificate from Lone Wolf Body Art. I've uploaded this pic:
Honesty and the lies we tell:
I go on a lot about honesty and how important it is to me. I don't like for people to lie to me. However, I lie on a regular basis. You know, those polite lies we tell. If someone asks how am I, I'm not going to load them down with how crappy things are, I just say I'm fine. But that's not always the truth. Another lie I tell is when people ask me if I'm crying. I hate to cry, and I hate to cry in front of people even more. Sometimes, I'm trying to get it under control, and I CANNOT talk about what made me cry without completely losing it. So if someone asks me if I'm crying, I will look you straight in the face and say no, I'm not.
On being scared:
I was on a business trip last week in Florida. Tuesday night, there was a power outage at the hotel and surrounding area. I'm not scared of the dark, per se, but it's different being in the dark by choice instead of it being forced on you. I could hear people walking up and down the halls and I tried to call my mom's house so I could at least talk to someone, but I kept getting a busy signal.
Time to cut the hair:
My hair is too long for me. It gets in the way when I'm trying to sleep. I'm constantly having to lift it so I'm not laying on it. Then last night? God, I about freaked out. I'm laying in the bed, I have my fans blowing (yes, fans, not fan. I have two fans blowing on me). Suddenly I feel something going across my shoulder blade. I jump up and start slapping at it, because I think it's a bug. A BIG bug. It was my hair, sliding across my skin. Time for a hair cut.
Help me, help me:
OK, so a local radio station is having a tattoo contest. You upload a pic of your tat, the listener's get to vote on who has the "biggest, baddest" one, and the winner gets a $250 gift certificate from Lone Wolf Body Art. I've uploaded this pic:
The voting starts Monday. Please, please, please, go to
1059.com and vote for my tat. I don't care that mine's not the biggest, baddest one, I want that gift certificate. I'm currently #29 of 39 if you view the gallery. There are some that are really cool, that if I wasn't entering, I would vote for. Others are pretty crappy looking. Or at least, the pic they submitted is crap. So, please, please, please, help me win so I can get another tat.
What's up with this writing in Hindi option?
हस अन्योने त्रिएद थिस? <---That says Has anyone tried this?
I go get arkieboy this weekend. I'm renting a friggin cargo van to go down there and haul his stuff back up here. I'm wondering how bad it's going to be to try to drive?
Sunday, July 08, 2007
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Expressing myself
You know, I've never been good at expressing myself. I have a hard time putting into words the thoughts going through my mind. Most times, it doesn't bother me. The arrogant part of me couldn't give a damn if others understand what I mean. Another part of me knows that people who *really* know and care about me, know enough to engage me and dig further to get to what I'm trying to say. But some times, I'm really frustrated by this weakness of mine.
Today is one of those times. Something was posted on OT that I wanted to address so badly, but I know I just don't have the words to express myself clearly, and it's driving me crazy. This is one of those things that I feel should not go unaddressed (which it hasn't, in that others have addressed it), but I want to express *MY* opinion. But it's one of those issues that push people's hot buttons, and I don't want to set anyone off by not stating my position clearly and being misunderstood. Now, if I was able to make my point succinctly, and someone who understood me clearly but got set off anyway, Oh, fucking well, get over it.
Today is one of those times. Something was posted on OT that I wanted to address so badly, but I know I just don't have the words to express myself clearly, and it's driving me crazy. This is one of those things that I feel should not go unaddressed (which it hasn't, in that others have addressed it), but I want to express *MY* opinion. But it's one of those issues that push people's hot buttons, and I don't want to set anyone off by not stating my position clearly and being misunderstood. Now, if I was able to make my point succinctly, and someone who understood me clearly but got set off anyway, Oh, fucking well, get over it.
I know... you've missed the quizzes, haven't you?
| You Are Buffy the Vampire Slayer |
 "We saved the world. I say we have to party." |
| You are Barefoot! |
 You're a total free spirit, go with the flow girl You can't be restricted by shoes for very long And unsuprisingly, the same goes for men Your match is out there - and he's as carefree as you are |
You Are A Chocolate Chip Ice Cream Girl |
 Popular. Friendly. Fun. |
You've Been Totally Ruined by American Culture |
 When people think "Dumb American," they're pretty much thinking you. Whether you know it or not, you've bought into the American way - the good, the bad, and the ugly. Your life comes down to working way too hard for cheap consumer goods... and distracting yourself with trashy pop culture. It's a pretty empty existence if you step back and think about it. You've got to change if you want your life to be more than standing in line at Wal-mart. |
| You Are An Attention Seeker |
 You're only human, so you can't help but want a little attention every now and then. You love the spotlight, but only when it's well deserved. You'd hate to be known for the wrong thing. And you also don't mind sharing the spotlight. You can easily give someone else credit or a complement. You know there's enough attention to go around, and it makes you happy when your friends shine. You come across as: Friendly and interesting People may wrongly think you're: A little more modest than you actually are! |
Saturday, June 23, 2007
This one's for Augie
This is my hibiscus plant that grows by my mailbox. I love plants like this. I don't have to do anything to this, except cut it down in the fall.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
*panic attack*
OK, after reading the advice given at OT, I prepared this:
SUMMARY OF QUALIFICATIONS
Highly organized and detail-focused Medicare Billing Manager with extensive knowledge of Medicare regulations and billing requirements.
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EDUCATION
Associate’s Degree in Business Management, 1987
Arkansas State University – Beebe Branch – Beebe, Arkansas
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PROFESSIONAL EXPERIENCE
Company name – Brentwood, Tennessee 2002 - Present
Medicare Billing Manager
Oversee submission of all Medicare claims for 42 facilities, and follow up with collection efforts with facility bookkeepers, assisting with any rejected or returned claims. Transmit all facilities’ batches electronically. Obtain required information for quarterly credit balance reports, and prepare Excel spreadsheets. Assist with training of newly hired bookkeepers.
Key Contributions:
Increased collection of Medicare monies each month on first turnaround by 5%.
Company Name – Brentwood, Tennessee 1999 - 2002
Accounts Receivable Support Specialist
Provided telephone support to over 40 facility bookkeepers. Maintained data base by updating rate information as required.
Company Name – Sheridan, Arkansas 1997 - 1999
Bookkeeper
Responsible for billing and collection of Medicare, Medicaid, Medicare crossover, and private monies. Posted all cash receipts, resident information, and census/status changes. Responsible for maintaining resident trust fund, including reconciling bank statement monthly.
Key Contributions:
Reduced outstanding account receivables by over $160,000 in 17 months.
I emailed it, and I just got off the phone with the guy. We meet tomorrow to go over the details. God, I'm so nervous. What am I doing? Can I do this? I mean, I know I could handle the aspects of training someone. I KNOW Medicare. I have no doubt about that. But I have to meet someone? And convince them I know what I'm doing? And not totally screw this up? Gah!
SUMMARY OF QUALIFICATIONS
Highly organized and detail-focused Medicare Billing Manager with extensive knowledge of Medicare regulations and billing requirements.
________________________________________
EDUCATION
Associate’s Degree in Business Management, 1987
Arkansas State University – Beebe Branch – Beebe, Arkansas
________________________________________
PROFESSIONAL EXPERIENCE
Company name – Brentwood, Tennessee 2002 - Present
Medicare Billing Manager
Oversee submission of all Medicare claims for 42 facilities, and follow up with collection efforts with facility bookkeepers, assisting with any rejected or returned claims. Transmit all facilities’ batches electronically. Obtain required information for quarterly credit balance reports, and prepare Excel spreadsheets. Assist with training of newly hired bookkeepers.
Key Contributions:
Increased collection of Medicare monies each month on first turnaround by 5%.
Company Name – Brentwood, Tennessee 1999 - 2002
Accounts Receivable Support Specialist
Provided telephone support to over 40 facility bookkeepers. Maintained data base by updating rate information as required.
Company Name – Sheridan, Arkansas 1997 - 1999
Bookkeeper
Responsible for billing and collection of Medicare, Medicaid, Medicare crossover, and private monies. Posted all cash receipts, resident information, and census/status changes. Responsible for maintaining resident trust fund, including reconciling bank statement monthly.
Key Contributions:
Reduced outstanding account receivables by over $160,000 in 17 months.
I emailed it, and I just got off the phone with the guy. We meet tomorrow to go over the details. God, I'm so nervous. What am I doing? Can I do this? I mean, I know I could handle the aspects of training someone. I KNOW Medicare. I have no doubt about that. But I have to meet someone? And convince them I know what I'm doing? And not totally screw this up? Gah!
Resume
I still haven't sent my resume to that guy for the outside consulting job. I feel like it will really be a waste of time. Ooooh! I have an Associate's degree! That will be sure to impress him. The advice I was given at OT was good, if I actually had any experience with that kind of thing to put on a resume.
My job history:
1984 - 1986 - I worked at a nursing home for around 16 months. I worked as a dietary aide, which involved serving trays and bussing the tables in the dining room, washing dishes, and doing inventory. I also worked as a housekeeper (buffing the floors) and as a laundry aide.
Summer of 1986 - I worked in a factory, assembling auto parts.
1986 - 1987 - Work study program through college. I worked for the art professor, and my duties included going through calendars and catalogs and cutting out pictures to paste to cardboard, filing, some typing, and at the end of the year, cleaning the frikkin' machine that he used to mix up the clay for ceramics. (I don't remember the actual name of the machine, but I do remember I got it cleaner than it had been since it was new. He told me to clean it. I didn't know that meant just get most of the clay out.)
Also worked as a telephone surveyor during this time for a private individual on a job to job basis.
1987 - 1989 Nurses' aide at nursing home. Des Arc
1989 - 1992 Medical records clerk at nursing home. Des Arc
1992 - 1993 Bookkeeper at nursing home. Obtained my Nursing Home Administrator's License during this time. Filled in for a month at one facility as administrator. Des Arc
1994 - Bookkeeper at another nursing home for 9 months. Ash Flat
1994 - 1996 Accounts Receivable Clerk in regional office. Posted all cash receipts, census changes, admissions for 13 facilities and helped audit accounts until company decentralized the A/R and my job was eliminated.
1997 - Receptionist at nursing home. (During 1996 and part of 1997, I allowed the company to use my license while their choice of administrator actually ran the nursing home, but was still trying to get his license.) Des Arc
1997 - 1999 Bookkeeper at another nursing home. Decreased outstanding 120+ accounts by over $160,000 in 17 months. Sheridan
1999 - 2002 Accounts receivable support specialist, corporate office.
2002 - present Medicare Billing Manager, corporate office. Responsible for overseeing collection of $4-5 million dollars each month.
Alright. So how do I make that *points up* marketable to convince this guy he should use me to train people on Medicare billing?
My job history:
1984 - 1986 - I worked at a nursing home for around 16 months. I worked as a dietary aide, which involved serving trays and bussing the tables in the dining room, washing dishes, and doing inventory. I also worked as a housekeeper (buffing the floors) and as a laundry aide.
Summer of 1986 - I worked in a factory, assembling auto parts.
1986 - 1987 - Work study program through college. I worked for the art professor, and my duties included going through calendars and catalogs and cutting out pictures to paste to cardboard, filing, some typing, and at the end of the year, cleaning the frikkin' machine that he used to mix up the clay for ceramics. (I don't remember the actual name of the machine, but I do remember I got it cleaner than it had been since it was new. He told me to clean it. I didn't know that meant just get most of the clay out.)
Also worked as a telephone surveyor during this time for a private individual on a job to job basis.
1987 - 1989 Nurses' aide at nursing home. Des Arc
1989 - 1992 Medical records clerk at nursing home. Des Arc
1992 - 1993 Bookkeeper at nursing home. Obtained my Nursing Home Administrator's License during this time. Filled in for a month at one facility as administrator. Des Arc
1994 - Bookkeeper at another nursing home for 9 months. Ash Flat
1994 - 1996 Accounts Receivable Clerk in regional office. Posted all cash receipts, census changes, admissions for 13 facilities and helped audit accounts until company decentralized the A/R and my job was eliminated.
1997 - Receptionist at nursing home. (During 1996 and part of 1997, I allowed the company to use my license while their choice of administrator actually ran the nursing home, but was still trying to get his license.) Des Arc
1997 - 1999 Bookkeeper at another nursing home. Decreased outstanding 120+ accounts by over $160,000 in 17 months. Sheridan
1999 - 2002 Accounts receivable support specialist, corporate office.
2002 - present Medicare Billing Manager, corporate office. Responsible for overseeing collection of $4-5 million dollars each month.
Alright. So how do I make that *points up* marketable to convince this guy he should use me to train people on Medicare billing?
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Wow. WTF???
I wish I could post this at OT but there's that damn pesky rule about PG-13.
Warning this is sooooooo not work safe, and if you click the link from the site my link takes you to, you're definitely not work safe.
http://thezeroboss.com/2007/06/15/for-sale-pussy-juice/
Warning this is sooooooo not work safe, and if you click the link from the site my link takes you to, you're definitely not work safe.
http://thezeroboss.com/2007/06/15/for-sale-pussy-juice/
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Friday, May 25, 2007
Reminiscing
I don't know why, but I've been thinking a lot about past memories, and have been wanting to blog about some of those things. This may not be interesting to anyone but myself, but I'm going to indulge myself anyway.
I don't remember the exact date, but I do know which night I got pregnant with arkieboy. (Warning: this post may cross over into the TMI zone quite frequently and without any further warnings. Read further at your own risk.) I know which night it was, because I did not get up immediately after my then DH (*shudders* at the thought of referring to him as DH, unless it stands for dickhead, because then it fits.) and I had sex. I had wanted to have a baby so much, and I had been off of birth control for over a year. I would get so upset each month when my period started. It was actually at the point that DH had said he wanted us to stop trying because he didn't like seeing me upset like that. I'm not really sure why I wanted to have a child with him so badly. Our marriage was not were it needed to be, so maybe I thought a child would bring us together? Maybe make me have deeper feelings for him?
I think I need to back up even further on this. I honestly don't know if I ever truly loved my ex-husband. I think I said I loved him because he said he loved me, and I felt obligated to return it. I married him because I lived in a small town, the selection of potential husbands/mates/whatever was practically non-existent, and I was so afraid that if I didn't marry *him*, I would never get married. So, with that being the basis of my "love" for him, you can probably guess that we did not have the greatest of relationships after a year or so of marriage. We had actually only known each other for about 9 months when we married. To be honest, I wasn't so sure I wanted to marry him by the time we got married, but I have a very immature level of stubbornness. My mom and some of my co-workers had been telling me I shouldn't marry him, I didn't love him, blah, blah, blah. And that is one of the quickest ways to get me to do something stupid - tell me I don't know my own mind and what I'm thinking. So I had to "prove" to them that marrying him was *not* a bad decision on my part. But I can't completely regret my marriage, because if not for that, I wouldn't have my son.
So, after after being married for a little over a year, I got pregnant. I had started being sick at work, and was throwing up every day after lunch for about a week or two. I was so unaware and not in tune with my body, that I had no suspicion of being pregnant until a co-worker asked if that was a possibility after I was complaining of this weird "virus" I had, that I was sick every day, but only after lunch. When she asked me that, it just clicked that yes, I was late. Since I worked at a nursing home, and the lab company we used for our residents' lab work offered free lab work to employees, I had a blood test sent off to see if I was pregnant. Of course, when it came back, I had to ask the Director of Nursing to interpret the results for me. I was pregnant. When I told DH, he thought I was lying/joking.
The whole pregnancy was a surreal time for me. I never really felt the baby move until I was about 6-7 months along. The most amazing thing to me was getting to hear his heartbeat for the first time. The ultrasound didn't really do anything for me. People at work wanted to see the ultrasound pictures, and I made the comment that it just looked like a blob to me, not a baby. But hearing that heartbeat. God, it was such a big moment for me. Note that I said "for me". DH would not go to the doctor's appointments with me. For the first few visits, he would take me to the doctor, drop me off, and either cruise around or go to Wal-Mart until time to pick me up. He wouldn't even go in with me for the ultrasound, because he didn't like hospitals. After that, my mom took me.
Working at the nursing home meant working with mostly women. There were a couple of men who worked there, but the majority was women. Women can be such bitches to other women sometimes. Well, to be fair, humans can be such asses to each other sometimes. Anyway, one of my fellow employees had asked me at one point, in a rather snide voice, if the doctor had told me to start watching my weight gain yet. Because I didn't need to "balloon out". (Just because *your daughter* gained 100 pounds while pregnant doesn't mean other people are ballooning out, bitch.) Luckily for me, I could honestly say that the doctor had just told me that I was doing EXCELLENT on my weight. From my first visit at approximately 6 weeks until two days before my c-section, I had only gained 9 pounds. Of course, I couldn't eat chocolate, ice cream, anything else sweet or fried foods without getting sick, so I ate very healthy while I was pregnant. I also walked a lot. Mainly because my DH kept the car, and didn't get off work until several hours after me (he worked as a farm hand), so I walked home from work. We didn't have a phone, so if I needed to call my mother, I had to walk 5-6 blocks to the pay phone. That same woman asked me if I had felt the baby move (I think I was 5 months then), and when I said no, she said there must be something wrong with the baby because EVERYONE feels the baby move by 4 months.
I had went past my due date of July 10, and the doctor had me coming in 3x a week to check me. Like I said up there *points up*, I had only gained 9 pounds until two days before the doctor decided to do a c-section. The baby had still not dropped, there were no signs of labor pains, and from the 17th to the 19th, I had gained 20 pounds. (I think it was 20. For some reason, I'm thinking that it might have actually been more, but I'll stick with 20 because I don't want to exaggerate.) I was highly offended that the nurse didn't reweigh me, to make sure the scales weren't off. So, I gained 20 pounds, my blood pressure was extremely high, and the doc wanted me to go to the hospital for observation until my b/p went down. This through me into a tailspin, and I started crying when I went out to the waiting room to tell my mom and sister that he was sending me over to the hospital. In the "arkie can be so clueless" category, instead of getting in my mom's car and having her drive me, because the hospital was next to the doctor's office, I walked over. The labor and delivery area that I needed to go to was in the far end of the hospital. It probably took me about 15 minutes to walk there. This, while having such high b/p that the doctor thought I needed to be in an observation bed. I'm sure that really helped the b/p level.
After I got over there, and they put me in a bed, I lay there for about 20 minutes. Then the nurse came in and said they were going to go ahead and do the c-section because it was Friday evening, I would probably go into labor in the next day or so, and the delivery team did not want to be called in over the weekend, so they were just going to get it out of the way. To this day, I still wonder if there was something more going on, but the doctor didn't want to tell me.
Because I was having a c-section, I had to have an epidural. They have me sitting on this gurney, my belly out to here *holds hand far away from body*, and they tell me to bend over my stomach and arch my back. More, more. I'm sorry, the belly does not have any "give" to it. I can only hunch over so far. Ugh. Then they had me lay down, and they put a blanket across my chest, and strapped my arms down. They put up a blanket over my belly, so I couldn't see anything that was going on. The anesthesiologist kept telling me to quit moving. But the blanket kept sliding down on my throat, and I can't stand to have anything on my neck. They said the blanket was to keep me from getting cold, but I don't get cold. I wanted them to take it off of me, but they wouldn't. The c-section surgery was strange. I couldn't feel anything, but I did know when they had cut all the way through, because I felt my belly fall to either side. The official birth time was 6:18 pm. I didn't hear arkieboy cry for a few minutes. I was starting to get worried because I couldn't see anything because of the barrier they had hanging, and I couldn't hear anything - nothing was being said. But as they were carrying him out, the nurse stopped so I could see him. He was so beautiful to me, I just wanted to cry. I couldn't touch him because my arms were still strapped down. That moment, that one moment, was the best moment of my life. Whenever I'm asked if there is a moment in life I would relive, that's the one. Just so I could feel the emotions again that come when you see your child for the first time.
I don't remember the exact date, but I do know which night I got pregnant with arkieboy. (Warning: this post may cross over into the TMI zone quite frequently and without any further warnings. Read further at your own risk.) I know which night it was, because I did not get up immediately after my then DH (*shudders* at the thought of referring to him as DH, unless it stands for dickhead, because then it fits.) and I had sex. I had wanted to have a baby so much, and I had been off of birth control for over a year. I would get so upset each month when my period started. It was actually at the point that DH had said he wanted us to stop trying because he didn't like seeing me upset like that. I'm not really sure why I wanted to have a child with him so badly. Our marriage was not were it needed to be, so maybe I thought a child would bring us together? Maybe make me have deeper feelings for him?
I think I need to back up even further on this. I honestly don't know if I ever truly loved my ex-husband. I think I said I loved him because he said he loved me, and I felt obligated to return it. I married him because I lived in a small town, the selection of potential husbands/mates/whatever was practically non-existent, and I was so afraid that if I didn't marry *him*, I would never get married. So, with that being the basis of my "love" for him, you can probably guess that we did not have the greatest of relationships after a year or so of marriage. We had actually only known each other for about 9 months when we married. To be honest, I wasn't so sure I wanted to marry him by the time we got married, but I have a very immature level of stubbornness. My mom and some of my co-workers had been telling me I shouldn't marry him, I didn't love him, blah, blah, blah. And that is one of the quickest ways to get me to do something stupid - tell me I don't know my own mind and what I'm thinking. So I had to "prove" to them that marrying him was *not* a bad decision on my part. But I can't completely regret my marriage, because if not for that, I wouldn't have my son.
So, after after being married for a little over a year, I got pregnant. I had started being sick at work, and was throwing up every day after lunch for about a week or two. I was so unaware and not in tune with my body, that I had no suspicion of being pregnant until a co-worker asked if that was a possibility after I was complaining of this weird "virus" I had, that I was sick every day, but only after lunch. When she asked me that, it just clicked that yes, I was late. Since I worked at a nursing home, and the lab company we used for our residents' lab work offered free lab work to employees, I had a blood test sent off to see if I was pregnant. Of course, when it came back, I had to ask the Director of Nursing to interpret the results for me. I was pregnant. When I told DH, he thought I was lying/joking.
The whole pregnancy was a surreal time for me. I never really felt the baby move until I was about 6-7 months along. The most amazing thing to me was getting to hear his heartbeat for the first time. The ultrasound didn't really do anything for me. People at work wanted to see the ultrasound pictures, and I made the comment that it just looked like a blob to me, not a baby. But hearing that heartbeat. God, it was such a big moment for me. Note that I said "for me". DH would not go to the doctor's appointments with me. For the first few visits, he would take me to the doctor, drop me off, and either cruise around or go to Wal-Mart until time to pick me up. He wouldn't even go in with me for the ultrasound, because he didn't like hospitals. After that, my mom took me.
Working at the nursing home meant working with mostly women. There were a couple of men who worked there, but the majority was women. Women can be such bitches to other women sometimes. Well, to be fair, humans can be such asses to each other sometimes. Anyway, one of my fellow employees had asked me at one point, in a rather snide voice, if the doctor had told me to start watching my weight gain yet. Because I didn't need to "balloon out". (Just because *your daughter* gained 100 pounds while pregnant doesn't mean other people are ballooning out, bitch.) Luckily for me, I could honestly say that the doctor had just told me that I was doing EXCELLENT on my weight. From my first visit at approximately 6 weeks until two days before my c-section, I had only gained 9 pounds. Of course, I couldn't eat chocolate, ice cream, anything else sweet or fried foods without getting sick, so I ate very healthy while I was pregnant. I also walked a lot. Mainly because my DH kept the car, and didn't get off work until several hours after me (he worked as a farm hand), so I walked home from work. We didn't have a phone, so if I needed to call my mother, I had to walk 5-6 blocks to the pay phone. That same woman asked me if I had felt the baby move (I think I was 5 months then), and when I said no, she said there must be something wrong with the baby because EVERYONE feels the baby move by 4 months.
I had went past my due date of July 10, and the doctor had me coming in 3x a week to check me. Like I said up there *points up*, I had only gained 9 pounds until two days before the doctor decided to do a c-section. The baby had still not dropped, there were no signs of labor pains, and from the 17th to the 19th, I had gained 20 pounds. (I think it was 20. For some reason, I'm thinking that it might have actually been more, but I'll stick with 20 because I don't want to exaggerate.) I was highly offended that the nurse didn't reweigh me, to make sure the scales weren't off. So, I gained 20 pounds, my blood pressure was extremely high, and the doc wanted me to go to the hospital for observation until my b/p went down. This through me into a tailspin, and I started crying when I went out to the waiting room to tell my mom and sister that he was sending me over to the hospital. In the "arkie can be so clueless" category, instead of getting in my mom's car and having her drive me, because the hospital was next to the doctor's office, I walked over. The labor and delivery area that I needed to go to was in the far end of the hospital. It probably took me about 15 minutes to walk there. This, while having such high b/p that the doctor thought I needed to be in an observation bed. I'm sure that really helped the b/p level.
After I got over there, and they put me in a bed, I lay there for about 20 minutes. Then the nurse came in and said they were going to go ahead and do the c-section because it was Friday evening, I would probably go into labor in the next day or so, and the delivery team did not want to be called in over the weekend, so they were just going to get it out of the way. To this day, I still wonder if there was something more going on, but the doctor didn't want to tell me.
Because I was having a c-section, I had to have an epidural. They have me sitting on this gurney, my belly out to here *holds hand far away from body*, and they tell me to bend over my stomach and arch my back. More, more. I'm sorry, the belly does not have any "give" to it. I can only hunch over so far. Ugh. Then they had me lay down, and they put a blanket across my chest, and strapped my arms down. They put up a blanket over my belly, so I couldn't see anything that was going on. The anesthesiologist kept telling me to quit moving. But the blanket kept sliding down on my throat, and I can't stand to have anything on my neck. They said the blanket was to keep me from getting cold, but I don't get cold. I wanted them to take it off of me, but they wouldn't. The c-section surgery was strange. I couldn't feel anything, but I did know when they had cut all the way through, because I felt my belly fall to either side. The official birth time was 6:18 pm. I didn't hear arkieboy cry for a few minutes. I was starting to get worried because I couldn't see anything because of the barrier they had hanging, and I couldn't hear anything - nothing was being said. But as they were carrying him out, the nurse stopped so I could see him. He was so beautiful to me, I just wanted to cry. I couldn't touch him because my arms were still strapped down. That moment, that one moment, was the best moment of my life. Whenever I'm asked if there is a moment in life I would relive, that's the one. Just so I could feel the emotions again that come when you see your child for the first time.
Linkage, blog readers, etc
I know some of you bloggers have all this tracking software, etc, so you know who reads your blog, where they're from, how often they come to your blog and so on, but for the rest of you...
Do you ever wonder who actually reads your blog? Does it concern you at all, not knowing who may read it? Do you wonder what people (who read, but don't comment)think about your blog - the content, your writing style, whatever? I have to admit, I'm really curious sometimes about who comes here and what they think when they read my blog. I had gotten a Clustr map that shows where people are located that come to my blog. Someone from Malaysia came to my blog. And, as I don't know anyone from Malaysia, I wonder how they found my blog, and what their thoughts were, if they even read the blog. It's just one of those "Wow" moments for me.
I also found that I was linked on some one's blog that I didn't even know this person was aware of my existence as a blogger. So, I'm thinking to myself, well... if I'm linked on his blog, then I'm assuming he actually reads my blog sometimes. And this really boggles the mind. This blogger is one of those people that I really admire and am in awe of. I've never had any exchange with this person, here, or on OT or in PM's, so I really don't know why he would ever read my blog or have a link to it on his. He is one of those people that I would never meet even if I had the chance, because I think this person is so intelligent, I know I would appear to be a total dimwit if we met and actually had a conversation. This is really stupid, but when I saw the link to my blog, I was all "Wow! How freaking cool that he has my blog linked!" Soooo immature, right? *grin*
I need to update my links. I told Bravie one time that if she ever took her blog down, I would be lost because I use her blog links when I go blog-rolling. Hell, half the time, I have to use her blog just to get to mine, because I don't always remember the addy for my own blog.
Anyhoo, if there is anyone who reads my blog, that I don't have linked, and you would like to be linked, please let me know. Let me rephrase that. If you don't want to be linked, let me know. Otherwise, I'm linking you.
Do you ever wonder who actually reads your blog? Does it concern you at all, not knowing who may read it? Do you wonder what people (who read, but don't comment)think about your blog - the content, your writing style, whatever? I have to admit, I'm really curious sometimes about who comes here and what they think when they read my blog. I had gotten a Clustr map that shows where people are located that come to my blog. Someone from Malaysia came to my blog. And, as I don't know anyone from Malaysia, I wonder how they found my blog, and what their thoughts were, if they even read the blog. It's just one of those "Wow" moments for me.
I also found that I was linked on some one's blog that I didn't even know this person was aware of my existence as a blogger. So, I'm thinking to myself, well... if I'm linked on his blog, then I'm assuming he actually reads my blog sometimes. And this really boggles the mind. This blogger is one of those people that I really admire and am in awe of. I've never had any exchange with this person, here, or on OT or in PM's, so I really don't know why he would ever read my blog or have a link to it on his. He is one of those people that I would never meet even if I had the chance, because I think this person is so intelligent, I know I would appear to be a total dimwit if we met and actually had a conversation. This is really stupid, but when I saw the link to my blog, I was all "Wow! How freaking cool that he has my blog linked!" Soooo immature, right? *grin*
I need to update my links. I told Bravie one time that if she ever took her blog down, I would be lost because I use her blog links when I go blog-rolling. Hell, half the time, I have to use her blog just to get to mine, because I don't always remember the addy for my own blog.
Anyhoo, if there is anyone who reads my blog, that I don't have linked, and you would like to be linked, please let me know. Let me rephrase that. If you don't want to be linked, let me know. Otherwise, I'm linking you.
Monday, May 21, 2007
A pinch of this, a dash of that.
1. Thanks to eBay, I was able to get the rest of the Wizard of Oz dolls from the McDonald's Happy Meals. And, they didn't cost me too awful much. I had checked craig's list, like HD and maybe someone else had suggested, but there was only one listing. The person had the whole collection for sale for $40.
2. I'm such a dork, but I'm not going to tell why.
3. Why do we not name names when we talk about someone? It's not like people don't figure out or already know who we're talking about. Now, if I was posting something slanderous (or would it be libelous?), obviously I wouldn't name names, but as far as saying someone annoys the hell out of me, why did I dance around saying it was agman?
4. I'm freaking out about my costume for our conference. I have just over two weeks to decide what I'm going to do, and to pull it together. But, unless I want to put it on the credit cards (and I don't), I have to wait until next Friday to purchase anything. That's what going for mani/pedi's two weeks in a row will do to the budget. I have $28 dollars to live on until my next payday (June 1). I had to take my change jar in and get a voucher from the CoinStar machine to buy groceries for the next two weeks. I'm just thankful I had the change jar. I was not looking forward to trying to eat for two weeks on just $28.
5. I really wish I wasn't too embarrassed about what makes me a dork to discuss it. Because I would *like* to discuss it, but it's just too dorky, even for me.
6. It's about to get crazy at work. I don't know if you remember when I posted about how the only intelligent person (besides my boss and myself) left the office, but now her replacement is leaving, too. And the other woman, who is super nice, but not very strong, work-wise, is taking another position within the office (different department). That leaves me and stinky-perfume woman in our department. I really don't want to have to help her keep things going, just because I.Don't.Like.Her. But I'll have to be professional about it. (piss on that)
7. The only major thing I accomplished this weekend was I did my laundry, and I changed the light bulbs in the kitchen. The last one had burnt out, so I really had no choice. I hate doing that. I have balance issues, and my step ladder really needs a couple more steps for me to feel comfortable on it. As it is, I have to stand on the very top step (ok, it only has two steps), and I have nothing to hang on to. I need to change the bulbs in my bedroom light fixture, but hey! I still have a lamp in there, so no hurry.
8. I have decided to continue with Curves. I am able to go up and down the stairs without the pain I was having earlier. And, even bigger, when I go up the stairs at work, I am able to actually have a conversation with someone immediately, instead of having to wait to catch my breath. But I didn't go tonight. So I must go tomorrow.
9. I need some drink recipes. I have vodka, Jack Daniels, rum, and tequila that I need to get out of the house before July when arkieboy moves back home. I also have 3 bottles of wine. One bottle, I'm going to just put up in my closet (on it's side, tilted down) because it's from my trip to California when Catt, Jimbo and I went wine-tasting. I'm not going to just guzzle it down or get rid of it.
10. I really hate my own cooking.
11. I'm still not sleeping very well. The doctor I saw for my sleep apnea gave me a prescription for sleeping pills when I went for my follow up. He and the pharmacist both told me not to take them every night. I've only taken one since I got them (it's been over a week). It took an hour and a half to kick in, and then I still woke up during the night.
12. Speaking of the sleep apnea, I got the bill for the two sleep study tests. After my insurance paid, and after the doctor's office gave me a "preferred client discount", I still owe $735. I guess I'm going to have to put it on the credit card.
13. I only have 8 more bi-weekly payments to make on my car. Woo Hoo!!!!
14. I really don't have anything else to say, but I can't leave off at #13.
15. I couldn't leave off at 14, either.
2. I'm such a dork, but I'm not going to tell why.
3. Why do we not name names when we talk about someone? It's not like people don't figure out or already know who we're talking about. Now, if I was posting something slanderous (or would it be libelous?), obviously I wouldn't name names, but as far as saying someone annoys the hell out of me, why did I dance around saying it was agman?
4. I'm freaking out about my costume for our conference. I have just over two weeks to decide what I'm going to do, and to pull it together. But, unless I want to put it on the credit cards (and I don't), I have to wait until next Friday to purchase anything. That's what going for mani/pedi's two weeks in a row will do to the budget. I have $28 dollars to live on until my next payday (June 1). I had to take my change jar in and get a voucher from the CoinStar machine to buy groceries for the next two weeks. I'm just thankful I had the change jar. I was not looking forward to trying to eat for two weeks on just $28.
5. I really wish I wasn't too embarrassed about what makes me a dork to discuss it. Because I would *like* to discuss it, but it's just too dorky, even for me.
6. It's about to get crazy at work. I don't know if you remember when I posted about how the only intelligent person (besides my boss and myself) left the office, but now her replacement is leaving, too. And the other woman, who is super nice, but not very strong, work-wise, is taking another position within the office (different department). That leaves me and stinky-perfume woman in our department. I really don't want to have to help her keep things going, just because I.Don't.Like.Her. But I'll have to be professional about it. (piss on that)
7. The only major thing I accomplished this weekend was I did my laundry, and I changed the light bulbs in the kitchen. The last one had burnt out, so I really had no choice. I hate doing that. I have balance issues, and my step ladder really needs a couple more steps for me to feel comfortable on it. As it is, I have to stand on the very top step (ok, it only has two steps), and I have nothing to hang on to. I need to change the bulbs in my bedroom light fixture, but hey! I still have a lamp in there, so no hurry.
8. I have decided to continue with Curves. I am able to go up and down the stairs without the pain I was having earlier. And, even bigger, when I go up the stairs at work, I am able to actually have a conversation with someone immediately, instead of having to wait to catch my breath. But I didn't go tonight. So I must go tomorrow.
9. I need some drink recipes. I have vodka, Jack Daniels, rum, and tequila that I need to get out of the house before July when arkieboy moves back home. I also have 3 bottles of wine. One bottle, I'm going to just put up in my closet (on it's side, tilted down) because it's from my trip to California when Catt, Jimbo and I went wine-tasting. I'm not going to just guzzle it down or get rid of it.
10. I really hate my own cooking.
11. I'm still not sleeping very well. The doctor I saw for my sleep apnea gave me a prescription for sleeping pills when I went for my follow up. He and the pharmacist both told me not to take them every night. I've only taken one since I got them (it's been over a week). It took an hour and a half to kick in, and then I still woke up during the night.
12. Speaking of the sleep apnea, I got the bill for the two sleep study tests. After my insurance paid, and after the doctor's office gave me a "preferred client discount", I still owe $735. I guess I'm going to have to put it on the credit card.
13. I only have 8 more bi-weekly payments to make on my car. Woo Hoo!!!!
14. I really don't have anything else to say, but I can't leave off at #13.
15. I couldn't leave off at 14, either.
