About Me
- Cynthia
- I am a single native Californian who is looking for love in all the wrong places! Fun-loving, soul-searching, all around crazy.......that's me! :) I believe in the inherent goodness of people, the power of music to restore the soul and the healing properties of a Vente nonfat latte! I believe there is nothing better than a gourgous sunrise, making people laugh, the unconditional love of a dog and a Luc Robitaille game-winning goal with 30-seconds left on the clock! I believe in God, my friends and the spirit of Rock and Roll!
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now I try to be amused.
~~Elvis Costello
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I love texting. I love that it is immediate and I love that I can use it to communicate with the world at large. You know, the one that works a regular schedule while I work 3p-12A. Texting gives me a way to communicate on the sly, outside regular channels that require speaking and letting a boss know I am on the phone other than the one that customers are calling on.
Texting has many wonderful and practical uses. Today I found the best use of all. Like many of us, I have been horrified at the stories and pictures coming out of Haiti the last few days. The impoverished nation has been all but leveled by a 7.0 earthquake! Collapsed buildings are just the beginning of the horror. There is no food, little clean water and even less medical supplies and personnel to attend to the wounded. The number of casualties grows exponentially by the minute. They have no infrastructure in place to help with such a massive disaster and they are overwhelmed!
While watching these images on CNN, my heart was breaking! I felt compelled to help! I was surprised to see that by texting “Haiti” to 90999, a $10 donation will be sent to the Red Cross and then charged to my cell phone bill! Amazing! I could donate, charge it and it is so easy!
Last I heard, over 7 million dollars was raised in text donations over the last couple of days! That’s a lot of tiny typing being done in the name of humanity! I know there will be a lot of efforts to get help and money sent to Haiti and I am sure it will all be welcome. Texting utilizes technology to get people to donate in a way that is quick and easy!
All of my California friends, both Northern and Southern have been in an earthquake! Those of us here who remember Northridge and my No Cal friends remember Loma Prieto! We know what it feels like to be rocked and we were lucky to survive. Many in Haiti did not! Imagine what life would be like now if we faced the kind of leveling in our cities as they experienced in Haiti! It is sad! No malls, theatres, restaurants, not to mention hospitals!
If you are reading this and remember, and even if you don’t, would you just take a couple of seconds and text the Red Cross! You won’t even notice the $10 on the bill and it will be the best text you will ever send! I am sure the Haitians will be grateful. Like this post? Please share it, bookmark it or leave a comment.
In fairness, I must say I used to be one of those that had the "NIMBY" mentality. Poverty, homelessness...well, that didn't happen in my middle-class neighborhood. I am working, I have a comfortable home in a nice area in L.A. and a car. I don't have much to worry about. Then my brother got out of jail, was put in a half-way house with mental illness diagnosis and is currently living with no income. I was forced to deal with the fact that he needed help. I had to get rid of the notion that all homeless people are addicts and see that some of them really would like to become self efficent and just need the help to do so. I am not wealthy by any strech, but do what I can to help him. I discovered it feels good to help others.
Much like my brother's situation woke me up, high profile situations like the one in Haiti wake up others. With non stop news coverage and celebrities stepping in, the media is making it difficult if not nearly impossible to ignore the fact that we are being called on to help. It is human nature to want to get involved if everyone else is. It doesn't take much. You can donate by cel phone, credit card or even drop change in the jar at the market.
Helping others feels good! It takes us out of our immediate situation and makes us aware of the world around us. We just need to sometimes receive the call that points us in the right direction. Hopefully, the feeling won't just stop once Haiti fades from our TVs and magazines and we can help those around us. We need to think and act both globally and locally. Like this post? Please share it, bookmark it or leave a comment.
This weekend I was able to come to a hard truth about this endeavor. My road to this truth actually started with a lie. "Don't tell anyone and i'll just backdate it", I said to Shannon at 12:04 AM this morning. What we were keeping secret is that once again I put off writing my blog so long that something eventually came up and I forgot.
The frustrating truth is that I knew this would happen. It could have been avoided. I was the passenger in a car on an hour-long car ride. Shannon and I were coming back from Santa Barbara and I had nothing to do but write the blog on my Blackberry and send it. I told myself I should write it, that I would forget. This was at 9:30 PM. Did I do it? No because I told myself I would have time when I got home. Then Shannon and I ended up at Oh Grady's and the blog was forgotten. Until 12:04. Until it was too late.
This error led me to several truths about the blog a day challenge:
1) I am not disciplined enough to write every day
2) I write better when I write when inspired, not when I have to
3) I am more likely to stick with writing 2-3 times a week
4) Selena is an awesome blogger
So there it is. I am just not cut out to write a blog a day. I am not sure I even want to. I will commit to keeping my blog current by writing no less than twice a week, more if time permits. I like writing, I have been told I am good at it. The one thing I haven't been good at is discipline.
The best thing about the truth is that it sets you free. Freedom from pressure to write is what came with looking at myself and discovering that I like to write and write well when not pressured. Whew! Like this post? Please share it, bookmark it or leave a comment.
This weekend I was able to come to a hard truth about this endeavor. My road to this truth actually started with a lie. "Don't tell anyone and i'll just backdate it", I said to Shannon at 12:04 AM this morning. What we were keeping secret is that once again I put off writing my blog so long that something eventually came up and I forgot.
The frustrating truth is that I knew this would happen. It could have been avoided. I was the passenger in a car on an hour-long car ride. Shannon and I were coming back from Santa Barbara and I had nothing to do but write the blog on my Blackberry and send it. I told myself I should write it, that I would forget. This was at 9:30 PM. Did I do it? No because I told myself I would have time when I got home. Then Shannon and I ended up at Oh Grady's and the blog was forgotten. Until 12:04. Until it was too late.
This error led me to several truths about the blog a day challenge:
1) I am not disciplined enough to write every day
2) I write better when I write when inspired, not when I have to
3) I am more likely to stick with writing 2-3 times a week
4) Selena is an awesome blogger
So there it is. I am just not cut out to write a blog a day. I am not sure I even want to. I will commit to keeping my blog current by writing no less than twice a week, more if time permits. I like writing, I have been told I am good at it. The one thing I haven't been good at is discipline.
The best thing about the truth is that it sets you free. Freedom from pressure to write is what came with looking at myself and discovering that I like to write and write well when not pressured. Whew! Like this post? Please share it, bookmark it or leave a comment.
I love texting. I love that it is immediate and I love that I can use it to communicate with the world at large. You know, the one that works a regular schedule while I work 3p-12A. Texting gives me a way to communicate on the sly, outside regular channels that require speaking and letting a boss know I am on the phone other than the one that customers are calling on.
Texting has many wonderful and practical uses. Today I found the best use of all. Like many of us, I have been horrified at the stories and pictures coming out of
While watching these images on CNN, my heart was breaking! I felt compelled to help! I was surprised to see that by texting “
Last I heard, over 7 million dollars was raised in text donations over the last couple of days! That’s a lot of tiny typing being done in the name of humanity! I know there will be a lot of efforts to get help and money sent to
All of my
If you are reading this and remember, and even if you don’t, would you just take a couple of seconds and text the Red Cross! You won’t even notice the $10 on the bill and it will be the best text you will ever send! I am sure the Haitians will be grateful.
I love texting. I love that it is immediate and I love that I can use it to communicate with the world at large. You know, the one that works a regular schedule while I work 3p-12A. Texting gives me a way to communicate on the sly, outside regular channels that require speaking and letting a boss know I am on the phone other than the one that customers are calling on.
Texting has many wonderful and practical uses. Today I found the best use of all. Like many of us, I have been horrified at the stories and pictures coming out of
While watching these images on CNN, my heart was breaking! I felt compelled to help! I was surprised to see that by texting “
Last I heard, over 7 million dollars was raised in text donations over the last couple of days! That’s a lot of tiny typing being done in the name of humanity! I know there will be a lot of efforts to get help and money sent to
All of my
If you are reading this and remember, and even if you don’t, would you just take a couple of seconds and text the Red Cross! You won’t even notice the $10 on the bill and it will be the best text you will ever send! I am sure the Haitians will be grateful.
The carrier belongs to Spuds, a lab on a mission. When I saw Spuds he was sitting calmly, ready to get on the plane. His vest was his uniform and it told everyone he is a trained rescue dog. Putting on that vest tells Spud its time to get to work. Today he had to wait while his human told his heartwarming story to the reporter.
Spuds started his life in a shelter, wondering if he would ever find a family to love, preferably one with a house and a big backyard. He didn't know life would have a more noble plan for him. Someone at the shelter recognized his potential to become a rescue dog. Spuds was sent to be trained and now he is off to Haiti!
Sometimes all it takes is someone to recognize potential we don't know we have, be it human potential or animal. Spuds was given a chance to use his to serve and help humans. He is a lucky dog.
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The carrier belongs to Spuds, a lab on a mission. When I saw Spuds he was sitting calmly, ready to get on the plane. His vest was his uniform and it told everyone he is a trained rescue dog. Putting on that vest tells Spud its time to get to work. Today he had to wait while his human told his heartwarming story to the reporter.
Spuds started his life in a shelter, wondering if he would ever find a family to love, preferably one with a house and a big backyard. He didn't know life would have a more noble plan for him. Someone at the shelter recognized his potential to become a rescue dog. Spuds was sent to be trained and now he is off to Haiti!
Sometimes all it takes is someone to recognize potential we don't know we have, be it human potential or animal. Spuds was given a chance to use his to serve and help humans. He is a lucky dog.
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Good parenting isn’t easy. It requires the parent to be selfless and strong with the discipline. It requires routine. It requires the knowledge that it really does hurt you more than it does them. Parenting is hard but it is so important. I truly feel some of us are cut out to do it and others aren’t. The skill to be able to parent effectively is a gift and it isn’t just bestowed upon those with human children. It is also given to the parents of the furry kids as well.
My friend Selena was given the gift and needed an outlet for all her parental tendencies and talents. Human children weren’t in the plan so two years ago she adopted
Humans, cats and dogs all peacefully co-exist in Selena’s house because Selena is the best kind of pet parent. She acts responsibly by licensing her pets and she never walks them off leash. She also does what all parents should do and that is to raise her kids to be kind and responsible. With fur children, this is done by not only training your pets but taking an interactive role in the training process. With guidance from her PetSmart trainer, Ashley, Selena works with the pooches to sit, heel and to not beg for food. Selena makes the boys work for treats which reinforces good behaviors.
I will admit, in contrast, that I am not the best pet parent. I love my two kids, Beanie and Thor like any parent. However, my two aren’t trained, and beg to the point where I run upstairs and eat behind closed doors to keep them from drooling on me while they beg! Yuck! I have spoiled them to death, good for my heart but bad for them! In my defense, our dogs have a huge backyard and house to roam around in so my ill parenting isn’t inflicted on society at large.
None the less, I am in awe of Selena. She works hard to make sure she is raising good kids and her hard work pays off when her dogs are good members of the world they live in. That is what parenting is all about.
Good parenting isn’t easy. It requires the parent to be selfless and strong with the discipline. It requires routine. It requires the knowledge that it really does hurt you more than it does them. Parenting is hard but it is so important. I truly feel some of us are cut out to do it and others aren’t. The skill to be able to parent effectively is a gift and it isn’t just bestowed upon those with human children. It is also given to the parents of the furry kids as well.
My friend Selena was given the gift and needed an outlet for all her parental tendencies and talents. Human children weren’t in the plan so two years ago she adopted
Humans, cats and dogs all peacefully co-exist in Selena’s house because Selena is the best kind of pet parent. She acts responsibly by licensing her pets and she never walks them off leash. She also does what all parents should do and that is to raise her kids to be kind and responsible. With fur children, this is done by not only training your pets but taking an interactive role in the training process. With guidance from her PetSmart trainer, Ashley, Selena works with the pooches to sit, heel and to not beg for food. Selena makes the boys work for treats which reinforces good behaviors.
I will admit, in contrast, that I am not the best pet parent. I love my two kids, Beanie and Thor like any parent. However, my two aren’t trained, and beg to the point where I run upstairs and eat behind closed doors to keep them from drooling on me while they beg! Yuck! I have spoiled them to death, good for my heart but bad for them! In my defense, our dogs have a huge backyard and house to roam around in so my ill parenting isn’t inflicted on society at large.
None the less, I am in awe of Selena. She works hard to make sure she is raising good kids and her hard work pays off when her dogs are good members of the world they live in. That is what parenting is all about.
It was a debate that raged on for months. My friends and I from the West Coast on one side, our friends from the East Coast on the other. See, we were all planning to meet in
I had a vague recollection of
That is one thing
“In And Out. That’s what a hamburgers all about”. Just make sure you make it out of the bar or club by 1!
It was a debate that raged on for months. My friends and I from the West Coast on one side, our friends from the East Coast on the other. See, we were all planning to meet in
I had a vague recollection of
That is one thing
“In And Out. That’s what a hamburgers all about”. Just make sure you make it out of the bar or club by 1!
It seems like every now and then there is one night of television that stands out among the rest.
One of my earliest memories is of Friday night television. That’s right, Friday. Now a virtual TV wasteland, back in the early 70’s it was magic night. That was the night for “The Brady Bunch”, “Partridge Family” and “Nanny and the Professor”. My television addiction can be traced right back to my parent’s putting me on restriction from Friday night TV when I talked back. No David Cassidy? Oh, the horror! In the mid-late seventies, magic night was Tuesdays. I can remember playing in the backyard up until “Happy Days” and “Laverne and Shirley” came on. The 80’s? Of course, Must See Thursday with “Cosby Show”, “Cheers” and then, later on “Friends”.
Once “must see Thursdays” went by the way of the doo doo, I didn’t think there would be another magic TV night. That was until the last couple of years when Monday became not a day of dread, but a night I look forward to with glee. That is because of Jack Bauer, the Gossip Girls, and a loveable spy named Chuck.
Yes, my friends, Monday night is the best night of television out there. I do realize that statement is subjective. But for me, you can’t be a loveable spy, a bad ass counter-terrorism agent and spoiled, young, rich Manhattanites! “24”, “Chuck” and “Gossip Girl”. Three of my most favorite shows and they are all on Monday night. These shows have great writing, characters you want to know more about and great plot driven comedy/drama! Those things are a combination that makes for great TV! Hard to come by in an industry driven by reality crap and those that star in it! Yuck! Give me Jack Bauer and Chuck kickin ass over some kid squawking over on American Idol!
These three shows make Monday night the best for TV. Tune in and you won’t be disappointed!
It seems like every now and then there is one night of television that stands out among the rest.
One of my earliest memories is of Friday night television. That’s right, Friday. Now a virtual TV wasteland, back in the early 70’s it was magic night. That was the night for “The Brady Bunch”, “Partridge Family” and “Nanny and the Professor”. My television addiction can be traced right back to my parent’s putting me on restriction from Friday night TV when I talked back. No David Cassidy? Oh, the horror! In the mid-late seventies, magic night was Tuesdays. I can remember playing in the backyard up until “Happy Days” and “Laverne and Shirley” came on. The 80’s? Of course, Must See Thursday with “Cosby Show”, “Cheers” and then, later on “Friends”.
Once “must see Thursdays” went by the way of the doo doo, I didn’t think there would be another magic TV night. That was until the last couple of years when Monday became not a day of dread, but a night I look forward to with glee. That is because of Jack Bauer, the Gossip Girls, and a loveable spy named Chuck.
Yes, my friends, Monday night is the best night of television out there. I do realize that statement is subjective. But for me, you can’t be a loveable spy, a bad ass counter-terrorism agent and spoiled, young, rich Manhattanites! “24”, “Chuck” and “Gossip Girl”. Three of my most favorite shows and they are all on Monday night. These shows have great writing, characters you want to know more about and great plot driven comedy/drama! Those things are a combination that makes for great TV! Hard to come by in an industry driven by reality crap and those that star in it! Yuck! Give me Jack Bauer and Chuck kickin ass over some kid squawking over on American Idol!
These three shows make Monday night the best for TV. Tune in and you won’t be disappointed!
When I have money, I am more likely to drive through or order out! Its the easy way out for this single girl. The problem is that easy isn't always cheap.
When I have little money, I can't afford to eat out! I am forced to actually shop and cook at home. My crock pot gets the work out and not my wallet. Today I made Beef Stew and my roommates and I had a lovely dinner! With veggies bought at the .99 store my stew fed 3 for about $10 and there are leftovers for lunch.
Not having money is a bummer but I love the challenge of putting meals together with what I have. Having to cook at home is the best part of being broke.
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When I have money, I am more likely to drive through or order out! Its the easy way out for this single girl. The problem is that easy isn't always cheap.
When I have little money, I can't afford to eat out! I am forced to actually shop and cook at home. My crock pot gets the work out and not my wallet. Today I made Beef Stew and my roommates and I had a lovely dinner! With veggies bought at the .99 store my stew fed 3 for about $10 and there are leftovers for lunch.
Not having money is a bummer but I love the challenge of putting meals together with what I have. Having to cook at home is the best part of being broke.
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My disappointment quickly abated when I found two movie gems on Tito : Blue Hawaii and Viva Las Vegas! I had the afternoon and two of Elvis best movies to watch.
Watching Elvis movies is the perfect cure to what mills you. Boy meets girl, sings about it, boy loses girl, sings about it, wins her back, big finale! You know what you are getting and its good!
Light and fun, Elvis movies are great! I wasn't happy about my plans falling through but the Elvis movies were the best part of staying home today!
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My disappointment quickly abated when I found two movie gems on Tito : Blue Hawaii and Viva Las Vegas! I had the afternoon and two of Elvis best movies to watch.
Watching Elvis movies is the perfect cure to what mills you. Boy meets girl, sings about it, boy loses girl, sings about it, wins her back, big finale! You know what you are getting and its good!
Light and fun, Elvis movies are great! I wasn't happy about my plans falling through but the Elvis movies were the best part of staying home today!
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Most people would say that when all else fails, the paycheck is the best part of their job. In this economy, beyond every thing else, a paycheck is of tantamount importance. I have one other thing that is an amazing part of my job. While it doesn’t beat out the paycheck for the #1 thing that gets me into the office, it is the best thing about working in a high rise. I am speaking about the view.
I work on the 11th floor of a building situated in the
On a clear day this view is spectacular. On most days, we witness some of the most spectacular sunsets in the world. The most gorgeous colors of pink, orange and blue color the western sky at dusk! Gods paint palette is amazing and reminds me what an artist he is!
I may not like my job and I don’t respect some of my coworkers. But when I come in to earn that paycheck, I love looking out the window. That view is the best!
Most people would say that when all else fails, the paycheck is the best part of their job. In this economy, beyond every thing else, a paycheck is of tantamount importance. I have one other thing that is an amazing part of my job. While it doesn’t beat out the paycheck for the #1 thing that gets me into the office, it is the best thing about working in a high rise. I am speaking about the view.
I work on the 11th floor of a building situated in the
On a clear day this view is spectacular. On most days, we witness some of the most spectacular sunsets in the world. The most gorgeous colors of pink, orange and blue color the western sky at dusk! Gods paint palette is amazing and reminds me what an artist he is!
I may not like my job and I don’t respect some of my coworkers. But when I come in to earn that paycheck, I love looking out the window. That view is the best!
Beanie is our other Rottie, Thor's brother. They are two peas in a pod. Thor is mellow and Beanie is high energy. It is Beanie that recognizes the sound of my car as it parks along the curb. When he hears it, he runs half way down the stairs, sits on the landing, and looks out between the slats of the bannister.
It is his smiling face that I see when I come in the door. His tail wagging, he is so happy to see me I think he is going to burst. How can you be unhappy when you come home to a greeting like that. Sometimes I wonder if the enthusiastic reaction is hopeful manipulation in order to get a peanut butter dog biscuit but it doesn't matter. The loving greeting Beanie gives is the start of our nightly love fest and the best way to unwind after a long day. Like this post? Please share it, bookmark it or leave a comment.
Beanie is our other Rottie, Thor's brother. They are two peas in a pod. Thor is mellow and Beanie is high energy. It is Beanie that recognizes the sound of my car as it parks along the curb. When he hears it, he runs half way down the stairs, sits on the landing, and looks out between the slats of the bannister.
It is his smiling face that I see when I come in the door. His tail wagging, he is so happy to see me I think he is going to burst. How can you be unhappy when you come home to a greeting like that. Sometimes I wonder if the enthusiastic reaction is hopeful manipulation in order to get a peanut butter dog biscuit but it doesn't matter. The loving greeting Beanie gives is the start of our nightly love fest and the best way to unwind after a long day. Like this post? Please share it, bookmark it or leave a comment.
I used to be a morning person. I used to be able to wake up without my alarm, bounce out of bed and hit the ground running. That was before the 3p-12a grind, before working full-time and going to school, before I started staying up until 3A to watch “Radio Free Roscoe” on TeenNick.
I am no longer a morning person. I am slow to move and grumpy. However, I have developed a routine that is something I look forward to despite my newfound dislike of mornings. I stumble downstairs, wait the 3 minutes that it takes for the coffee to steep in the press. During the time I am downstairs, Thor, my trusty Rottie BFF, has taken over the corner of the bed by my chair. I pour my coffee, grab the remote and Thor and I watch our favorite show, “The West Wing”.
Mornings are no fun, really they are not. But thanks to our routine, Thor and I make the best of them. We watch our favorite show, drink our favorite beverage and slowly ease into the day. Having time to hang out with my bud is the best part of waking up.
I used to be a morning person. I used to be able to wake up without my alarm, bounce out of bed and hit the ground running. That was before the 3p-12a grind, before working full-time and going to school, before I started staying up until 3A to watch “Radio Free Roscoe” on TeenNick.
I am no longer a morning person. I am slow to move and grumpy. However, I have developed a routine that is something I look forward to despite my newfound dislike of mornings. I stumble downstairs, wait the 3 minutes that it takes for the coffee to steep in the press. During the time I am downstairs, Thor, my trusty Rottie BFF, has taken over the corner of the bed by my chair. I pour my coffee, grab the remote and Thor and I watch our favorite show, “The West Wing”.
Mornings are no fun, really they are not. But thanks to our routine, Thor and I make the best of them. We watch our favorite show, drink our favorite beverage and slowly ease into the day. Having time to hang out with my bud is the best part of waking up.
My mom and I have a rocky relationship. Our phone calls used to inevitably end with one of us in tears, mainly me. Now, when she starts the blame game, I use the simple phrase that sets me free: "I love you but I have to go".
I called her tonight to see if she could send my unemployed brother the grocery gift card we seem to be taking turns sending. She said she would, I said I would try and send $20 in a week, she got on me about it not being enough, I said fine, she said that was hateful, I used the phrase and hung up. Done deal! I made the request on behalf of my brother, achieving what I set out to do. Using the phrase minimized the collateral damage that is usually a result of a call like that!
I love my Mom, I truly do and now I have found the best phrase to allow myself to keep loving her.
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My mom and I have a rocky relationship. Our phone calls used to inevitably end with one of us in tears, mainly me. Now, when she starts the blame game, I use the simple phrase that sets me free: "I love you but I have to go".
I called her tonight to see if she could send my unemployed brother the grocery gift card we seem to be taking turns sending. She said she would, I said I would try and send $20 in a week, she got on me about it not being enough, I said fine, she said that was hateful, I used the phrase and hung up. Done deal! I made the request on behalf of my brother, achieving what I set out to do. Using the phrase minimized the collateral damage that is usually a result of a call like that!
I love my Mom, I truly do and now I have found the best phrase to allow myself to keep loving her.
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Ah, Open Enrollment. It is the time of year that most employer groups renew their benefit plans. In health insurance, it is the craziest time of the year to be on the phone. People with new benefits either want to know what those benefits are or why they are having trouble accessing them. Providers want to know why claims haven’t paid or why they paid little as they did. People pissed, whining, all around unhappy. The time of year I have dreaded since Christmas.
This year it will be different. I have a years experience under my belt. I know that claims are denied because the provider coded a routine baby checkup on a 24 year old. I know that orthotics are generally covered, Viagra is not. I know that I am very blessed to have a job.
The best thing about my job is that it is temporary. I don’t like it and can barely tolerate it. But I am grateful for what it provides. It provides me a means to an end. It provides the money I need to go to school, get my degree and go on to bigger and better things. Not soon enough, however, but it will happen eventually. That is the thought that gets me through open enrollment.
Ah, Open Enrollment. It is the time of year that most employer groups renew their benefit plans. In health insurance, it is the craziest time of the year to be on the phone. People with new benefits either want to know what those benefits are or why they are having trouble accessing them. Providers want to know why claims haven’t paid or why they paid little as they did. People pissed, whining, all around unhappy. The time of year I have dreaded since Christmas.
This year it will be different. I have a years experience under my belt. I know that claims are denied because the provider coded a routine baby checkup on a 24 year old. I know that orthotics are generally covered, Viagra is not. I know that I am very blessed to have a job.
The best thing about my job is that it is temporary. I don’t like it and can barely tolerate it. But I am grateful for what it provides. It provides me a means to an end. It provides the money I need to go to school, get my degree and go on to bigger and better things. Not soon enough, however, but it will happen eventually. That is the thought that gets me through open enrollment.
Being out of work for 3 weeks has led me right back to the ovedraft zone. I hate it as it is hard to get out of.
The best part of being in this mess is I have the means and ability to get out of it...for the last time....ok, for now!
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Being out of work for 3 weeks has led me right back to the ovedraft zone. I hate it as it is hard to get out of.
The best part of being in this mess is I have the means and ability to get out of it...for the last time....ok, for now!
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He went on to play 19 years in the NHL, most of them for the Kings. A 4 time all-star, he scored 597 goals to become the highest scoring left-wing in history. Last November, he was a 1st ballot inductee into the Hockey Hall of Fame.
His stats are remarkable but they are only a part of what makes Luc Robitaille the best. Equally as important is his love of the game and its fans.
Luc loves the fans and we love him! He always makes time for a picture or autograph. He greets fans with the same smile that was on his face when he hit the ice. He quickly became a fan favorite and still is, two years into retirement!
Many hockey players put up great numbers. Luc combined talent and skill with a love for the game, the fans and the city of LA. He is the best LA King!
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He went on to play 19 years in the NHL, most of them for the Kings. A 4 time all-star, he scored 597 goals to become the highest scoring left-wing in history. Last November, he was a 1st ballot inductee into the Hockey Hall of Fame.
His stats are remarkable but they are only a part of what makes Luc Robitaille the best. Equally as important is his love of the game and its fans.
Luc loves the fans and we love him! He always makes time for a picture or autograph. He greets fans with the same smile that was on his face when he hit the ice. He quickly became a fan favorite and still is, two years into retirement!
Many hockey players put up great numbers. Luc combined talent and skill with a love for the game, the fans and the city of LA. He is the best LA King!
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Ten years ago I was still in my apartment. I still weighed 347 pounds and had yet to visit Rocky Peak. I had just started working at HealthNet and school wasn't even on the radar. I was miserable and lonely. I didn't really know much about myself.
It is amazing how much things can change in 10 years. I am living with a wonderful roommate, I have been out of health insurance and back again and I am grounded in my faith. I am 100 pounds lighter and have restarted my education, going back to school so I can become an RN.
I have also learned a lot about myself in the years between 34 and 44. I have learned I a heart for volunteering, dogs and God. I learned only you can permit others to disrespect and take advantage of you. I have learned happiness comes from things that aren't material. I became a better person.
The best part of New Years day is taking a look at where we have been because this allows us to also think about where we are going. It allows us to see the best is yet to come.
Ten years ago I was still in my apartment. I still weighed 347 pounds and had yet to visit Rocky Peak. I had just started working at HealthNet and school wasn't even on the radar. I was miserable and lonely. I didn't really know much about myself.
It is amazing how much things can change in 10 years. I am living with a wonderful roommate, I have been out of health insurance and back again and I am grounded in my faith. I am 100 pounds lighter and have restarted my education, going back to school so I can become an RN.
I have also learned a lot about myself in the years between 34 and 44. I have learned I a heart for volunteering, dogs and God. I learned only you can permit others to disrespect and take advantage of you. I have learned happiness comes from things that aren't material. I became a better person.
The best part of New Years day is taking a look at where we have been because this allows us to also think about where we are going. It allows us to see the best is yet to come.