I'd like to register a complaint.
Why in the world would I sign up for Health Insurance if it's not going to cover one penny of my doctor bills?
Why would I allow an insurance company to take a chunk of my paycheck from me if that money is just going to go to waste!?
I go to the Dr. last month to get a physical for my mission, right? Well they decided to pump me full of immunizations and take some blood as well. I got the bill a couple weeks ago. SIX HUNDRED EFFING DOLLARS! And do you know how much of that my insurance covered?
Zero. Zilch. Nada. Nuffing.
Fantastic. I mean really, fan-freakin-tastic.
It just doesn't make any sense. Where is that money going that they take from me every month? Why don't they use it to pay for my Dr. bills!?
Complaint over.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
"Please, be cruel to me."
I've been having a very intense time lately. I say intense because it isn't hard or stressful per se. Things are just life or death lately!
I went on my big vacation. I've been making huge and important new decisions for my life. I started a new job today. Big changes.
And I'm tired.
I realized something today. I'm not as okay as I've come to think I am. I haven't dealt with a lot of things, and because of that I'm pushing people away. At the same time I've come to realize something much more important.
The most important thing in my life...no in the entire world, is my membership and testimony in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. Sometimes I feel like I'm so alone, but I know that no matter what the Lord is always there to be my friend. Sometimes I feel like no one cares about what's going on in my life, but every night when I get on my knees the Lord listens to everything I have to say, and He never interrupts! Thanks to my testimony I'm never alone. Sometimes I forget it for brief moments, but at the end of the day it's always the Lord and me. Goodness the love that He has for me is so encouraging!
Sidebar - Lemme tell you about my day...in dramatic satire ;)
Scene: As the sun rose this morning so did I. I sleep in the basement so I wasn't really aroused by sunlight so much as my blaring alarm clock playing the song "Calle Ocho" By: Pitbull.
I pick up my phone and turn the annoying repetition of those smutty Spanish lyrics off, and begin my ascent of the basement stairs. I stumble into the family room sporting one massively disheveled ponytail plastered to the side of my face with a mixture of sweat and saliva, and what looks to be Native American war paint but in actuality is really the left-over remains of yesterday's makeup. My mother greets me with a warm, "Good morning Sleeping Beauty!" whilst in her downward-facing-dog pose, and I grunt a response, "Gronnornnin." I turn the corner and face yet another set of stairs. I opt for a comfortable spot on the couch instead. Mom is watching an entertaining movie with Colin Firth in it. I can't resist his big blue eyes and dainty British accent; I quickly become enthralled in the movie. My stomach calls out its protests and demands I fill it. An epic battle rages in my head! "Yes sir we've got quite a crowd this morning as we get ready to watch Colin Firth take on Valerie's cranky Tummy!" Colin wins.
As the credits roll nearly half an hour later I look at the clock and realize I'd better take a shower. I rise from the couch and trudge up the stairs. After yet another staircase (why does this house have so many gosh darn stairs!?) I'm standing at the linen closet trying to decide what color towel I'm feeling like this morning. I reach for a blue one, but see the coveted forest green towel hiding in the back. For those who aren't aware, the forest green towel is a big deal in the Mizer house. It's the biggest, softest towel we own, and it's not rare to see one or more of us fighting over it. This is my lucky day. I grab the towel and head for the bathroom.
Once I'm all clean (please, did you really think I'd go into detail about my naked time?) I wrap myself in the afore mentioned forest green towel and retreat back down all three flights of stairs. Shut in my bedroom I listen to a load of whites being tossed around in the dryer just outside my door. This leads to musical fantasies about how nice it'll be when I move out of my parents house again. After a good ten minute pause in my routine I get back to business. The thought smears across my mind that today is my first day at my new job. I had totally forgotten! My mental meltdown is interrupted by a resounding knock at my door..."Valerie?"
"I'm naked!!" I sing back to my mother.
"Don't forget I washed that shirt you wanted to wear to work today. It's out here hanging up."
Blast.
"Thanks, Mom!"
Then the dogs start to go crazy. Sam is barking like a mad...dog and clawing at the window while Fancy bays out her strained, gravelled howl. What in the world!?
Mom runs back upstairs to assay the dogs. I hear the front door open. Someone is cooing the dogs names. Who could possibly be here this early?
No time. I have to get ready for work, and it's going to take a while because I've got to look GoooOOOOooood on my first day. Makeup goes on. I creep out of my room wrapped in the forest green towel in an attempt to retrieve the shirt for today, praying that whomever is here won't decide they need to take a trip to the basement. Once I'm shut safely back in my room I get dressed. I look in the mirror to check out the job I've done preparing myself to look GoooOOOOooood. I look good. That's not what I'm going for. What about the mixed capital and lower case o's?? Then suddenly I know what it is that will put me over the top.
I bust out the curling iron.
Another knock at the door.
"Valerie!"
Annoyed.
"Yes, Mother?"
"Your Grandma is here. It'd be nice if you came out and saw her before we leave to go to lunch. Can you please put some clothes on??"
..."I'll be up in a minute..."
I check the clock. Hopefully Grandma can keep this reunion brief. I've got hair to curl.
**For the complete story email Valerie at vrmizer@yahoo.com
I went on my big vacation. I've been making huge and important new decisions for my life. I started a new job today. Big changes.
And I'm tired.
I realized something today. I'm not as okay as I've come to think I am. I haven't dealt with a lot of things, and because of that I'm pushing people away. At the same time I've come to realize something much more important.
The most important thing in my life...no in the entire world, is my membership and testimony in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. Sometimes I feel like I'm so alone, but I know that no matter what the Lord is always there to be my friend. Sometimes I feel like no one cares about what's going on in my life, but every night when I get on my knees the Lord listens to everything I have to say, and He never interrupts! Thanks to my testimony I'm never alone. Sometimes I forget it for brief moments, but at the end of the day it's always the Lord and me. Goodness the love that He has for me is so encouraging!
Sidebar - Lemme tell you about my day...in dramatic satire ;)
Scene: As the sun rose this morning so did I. I sleep in the basement so I wasn't really aroused by sunlight so much as my blaring alarm clock playing the song "Calle Ocho" By: Pitbull.
I pick up my phone and turn the annoying repetition of those smutty Spanish lyrics off, and begin my ascent of the basement stairs. I stumble into the family room sporting one massively disheveled ponytail plastered to the side of my face with a mixture of sweat and saliva, and what looks to be Native American war paint but in actuality is really the left-over remains of yesterday's makeup. My mother greets me with a warm, "Good morning Sleeping Beauty!" whilst in her downward-facing-dog pose, and I grunt a response, "Gronnornnin." I turn the corner and face yet another set of stairs. I opt for a comfortable spot on the couch instead. Mom is watching an entertaining movie with Colin Firth in it. I can't resist his big blue eyes and dainty British accent; I quickly become enthralled in the movie. My stomach calls out its protests and demands I fill it. An epic battle rages in my head! "Yes sir we've got quite a crowd this morning as we get ready to watch Colin Firth take on Valerie's cranky Tummy!" Colin wins.
As the credits roll nearly half an hour later I look at the clock and realize I'd better take a shower. I rise from the couch and trudge up the stairs. After yet another staircase (why does this house have so many gosh darn stairs!?) I'm standing at the linen closet trying to decide what color towel I'm feeling like this morning. I reach for a blue one, but see the coveted forest green towel hiding in the back. For those who aren't aware, the forest green towel is a big deal in the Mizer house. It's the biggest, softest towel we own, and it's not rare to see one or more of us fighting over it. This is my lucky day. I grab the towel and head for the bathroom.
Once I'm all clean (please, did you really think I'd go into detail about my naked time?) I wrap myself in the afore mentioned forest green towel and retreat back down all three flights of stairs. Shut in my bedroom I listen to a load of whites being tossed around in the dryer just outside my door. This leads to musical fantasies about how nice it'll be when I move out of my parents house again. After a good ten minute pause in my routine I get back to business. The thought smears across my mind that today is my first day at my new job. I had totally forgotten! My mental meltdown is interrupted by a resounding knock at my door..."Valerie?"
"I'm naked!!" I sing back to my mother.
"Don't forget I washed that shirt you wanted to wear to work today. It's out here hanging up."
Blast.
"Thanks, Mom!"
Then the dogs start to go crazy. Sam is barking like a mad...dog and clawing at the window while Fancy bays out her strained, gravelled howl. What in the world!?
Mom runs back upstairs to assay the dogs. I hear the front door open. Someone is cooing the dogs names. Who could possibly be here this early?
No time. I have to get ready for work, and it's going to take a while because I've got to look GoooOOOOooood on my first day. Makeup goes on. I creep out of my room wrapped in the forest green towel in an attempt to retrieve the shirt for today, praying that whomever is here won't decide they need to take a trip to the basement. Once I'm shut safely back in my room I get dressed. I look in the mirror to check out the job I've done preparing myself to look GoooOOOOooood. I look good. That's not what I'm going for. What about the mixed capital and lower case o's?? Then suddenly I know what it is that will put me over the top.
I bust out the curling iron.
Another knock at the door.
"Valerie!"
Annoyed.
"Yes, Mother?"
"Your Grandma is here. It'd be nice if you came out and saw her before we leave to go to lunch. Can you please put some clothes on??"
..."I'll be up in a minute..."
I check the clock. Hopefully Grandma can keep this reunion brief. I've got hair to curl.
**For the complete story email Valerie at vrmizer@yahoo.com
Sunday, September 20, 2009
"Don't wake up, won't wake up, can't wake up."
I think I don't get it.
Any of it.
And I quit trying to.
I have new priorities.
And don't worry, I know it's an issue. Sorry it's taken me so long to fix it, but it will be fixed.
Any of it.
And I quit trying to.
I have new priorities.
And don't worry, I know it's an issue. Sorry it's taken me so long to fix it, but it will be fixed.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
"I promise you it won't happen again."
So I once again answered the Siren Call of Utah.
I got home today around 4 o'clock. It was an interesting trip. Very eventful. There's so much to think/talk about. I find myself needing an outlet (Danita, this will probably be you).
Interesting thoughts.
On another note: I start a new job next Tuesday. I will continue to work at Dick's, but only on Mondays. From now on I will have zero social life.
I'll miss you, friends.
I got home today around 4 o'clock. It was an interesting trip. Very eventful. There's so much to think/talk about. I find myself needing an outlet (Danita, this will probably be you).
Interesting thoughts.
On another note: I start a new job next Tuesday. I will continue to work at Dick's, but only on Mondays. From now on I will have zero social life.
I'll miss you, friends.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
"I'm longing for words to describe how I'm feeling."
I've had two thoughts (and two alone) on my mind these past couple of days.
But first I'd like to touch on a very important subject. A couple days ago I was feeling nostalgic. Subsequently I wrote a blog about it.
There was a very important part of memory lane that we detoured however.
I miss spaghetti in a can. I miss Yoga at 3 in the morning. I miss shopping for toiletries. I miss peanut butter sandwiches on the porch. I miss pink and orange and orange and pink.
I miss you Heather. Please don't think I've forgotten you. You're of my leading ladies!! :D
So these two thoughts are centered around the state of Utah. For those of you who are truly faithful followers of this truly intrinsically Valerie blog you know that I used to live in Utah. Well this coming week I am going back!! Not for good...(never fear Buckeyes!) but for a nice visit. We're going to be there for quite some time, and I'm excited to the point that I'm having trouble sleeping.
It's like the night before Christmas and I'm five years old again. Except this year Santa has Utah in his bag. (He's magic, he can do what he wants.)
I have no idea how this trip is going to go, but I'm pretty positive (on a scale of one to positive I'd say I'm around....8) that it is going to be EPIC. This is something that I'm looking forward to making happen.
*Side bar - today was an interesting day at work. I got offered a new job today. I have until Saturday to figure out if I want to take it or not....
**Side bar to add to the side bar - there's a new guy at work that looks like he could be my ex-husband's long lost twin brother...interesting array of emotions attached to that little fact.
So I finally opened up a new checking account. I'm excited for this. I feel like I've finally taken control of my life back. It only took a year and a half for me to get it, but things are starting to feel really good. I know that it's all thanks to God. He continues to bless me even when I don't feel like I deserve it. He really is gracious.
So to sum it all up...look out Utah, you're in for quite a surprise!! Because here we come!
Heather....I love ya girl.
-Hugs n Kisses
Bloggin Mama
But first I'd like to touch on a very important subject. A couple days ago I was feeling nostalgic. Subsequently I wrote a blog about it.
There was a very important part of memory lane that we detoured however.
I miss spaghetti in a can. I miss Yoga at 3 in the morning. I miss shopping for toiletries. I miss peanut butter sandwiches on the porch. I miss pink and orange and orange and pink.
I miss you Heather. Please don't think I've forgotten you. You're of my leading ladies!! :D
So these two thoughts are centered around the state of Utah. For those of you who are truly faithful followers of this truly intrinsically Valerie blog you know that I used to live in Utah. Well this coming week I am going back!! Not for good...(never fear Buckeyes!) but for a nice visit. We're going to be there for quite some time, and I'm excited to the point that I'm having trouble sleeping.
It's like the night before Christmas and I'm five years old again. Except this year Santa has Utah in his bag. (He's magic, he can do what he wants.)
I have no idea how this trip is going to go, but I'm pretty positive (on a scale of one to positive I'd say I'm around....8) that it is going to be EPIC. This is something that I'm looking forward to making happen.
*Side bar - today was an interesting day at work. I got offered a new job today. I have until Saturday to figure out if I want to take it or not....
**Side bar to add to the side bar - there's a new guy at work that looks like he could be my ex-husband's long lost twin brother...interesting array of emotions attached to that little fact.
So I finally opened up a new checking account. I'm excited for this. I feel like I've finally taken control of my life back. It only took a year and a half for me to get it, but things are starting to feel really good. I know that it's all thanks to God. He continues to bless me even when I don't feel like I deserve it. He really is gracious.
So to sum it all up...look out Utah, you're in for quite a surprise!! Because here we come!
Heather....I love ya girl.
-Hugs n Kisses
Bloggin Mama
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