Thursday, May 18, 2006

Credit cards are history

We just closed out our last credit card. The only one we owe is the credit union. Even after the catstrophy of the layoff and the van eating more that it was worth.

I truly believe that Jeff Wyler Chrysler Plymouth screwed us big time with that one. It was $400, more, then another phone call for $500, and then $300, until it was a backstabbing $6,000 and when we had asked before the middle of all this castrophy, if we could just trade this in and not go through with the repairs they said "no, we can't do that. They could have a year earlier when we needed some repairs, but for some fraking reason, they could not do it then. I felt screwed, used, and abused from the beginning of that one. Also, I used to really trust that company. They have the greed bug. I will never go there again.
Now we are almost consolidated. Things are looking fair to poor, but we are at least we are moving up in our standing.


Thursday, May 11, 2006

Priceless

Show Bike

  • One of a kind custom trike: Forty Thousand dollars,
  • Two supermodels to show off bike: Two Thousand Dollars,
  • Two Goodyear High Performance Aqua-tread tires: Six hundred dollars,
  • Putting the tires on backwards at an international show for the whole world to see:

Priceless!

Priceless!

This is one that I doubt anyone picked up. If anyone either caught this one, or doesn't get it, post a comment or send me an e-mail.


'Birthdays are important to most'
OR
'Not everone wants a cake'

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I have never really liked birthdays or celebrating birthdays since I was little. It was never a big thing to me. It was an add-on. Now, I see this as a problem because others seem to make an issue out of their birthday. To many I have met, their birthday really is a big occasion.

Why are birthdays just another day for me? Why do I loth them so? I truly think this goes back to when I was a kid. You see, my Birthday is always either right around or on Thanksgiving. All the family would come over for Thanksgiving dinner and we would always have a pumpkin pie, or my Aunt would make a Red Velvet cake. I love them both and one was always considered my birthday cake. So, the holiday was the reason to get everyone together. It was never really "My Birthday" alone. I think my Mom & Dad would take real offense to this, or even get upset. That is not why I am telling this. I am saying it now, because this is how I view the situation, (That, and my Mom told me they never read this blog anyway.)

Well, I think that this is basic psychology. If no one makes a big deal out of it, it is unimportant. So, since my birthday was a sidebar to the holiday, it must not be important. OK, this is kid thinking. I know that my parents would be upset at me saying this. But it is how a kid thinks. A learned action or habit is hard to forget and an annual party with another subject as the main theme would make anyone think that it was unimportant.

I need to start off by saying that my parents did a wonderful thing every year getting everyone together. It was always very nice. All my Grandparents were there every year. Other members of the family normally showed up. The Batavia side showed up when I was smaller. Or at least, I have pictures of them there. My Aunt Judy, with her Beehive hairdo and the like. The pictures are dated of various years in the late 60s. I would get birthday presents and have a nice time. But it was more the family get-together. I can't quote you the psycho-babble on why this happened. It just did. Maybe the adage, "No good deed ever goes unpunished" really fits this sitation. My parents did everything to make it special, but no matter how extravagant our annual Thanksgiving get-together was, it was never really my Birthday. It was Thanksgiving 'with' my birthday.

I did have a couple of friends in high school who took exception to my "Birthday Misgivings", but they tried all the same. I really only remember two girlfriends who really made a big thing of "my" birthday.

(BTW, neither of the two who cared were my ex-wife. Birthdays with her were always a painful experience. Both for me, and then my son. Considering she never really wanted to marry me, (which will be another entry later on) it made it easier to make birthdays an excuse for her and other things.)
earlier (in high school) my friends were to the point where we did things together on or around my birthday where it was more a time to just slow down and watch the world go by. It was not about presents, just spending time together.

Trying to compensate

One thing Bridget does is make the kids Birthday special. She also makes them completely seperate from any other event. To stress this point, I will use William's Birthday last year as an example. Last Year, Bridget's Aunt died and she had to go out to Oregon for a week or so. His birthday was over that week and he was so upset because we didn't celebrate his birthday. Eight months later, he still brings it up and until his next birthday where we all do something to celebarate it, I know he will be upset. I just hope nothing happens to anyone this year. That would be tough on him (and everyone else) since we celebrated his brother and sisters birthday in the following months.


Sunday, May 07, 2006

"Where does all the money go?"
OR
"How come smashed fingers bleed so much?"

This evening, Maryann smashed a finger under a skateboard or rollerskate or something along those lines. Her friend was not watching what was going on her and Maryann was not watching what was happening around her either. Now the smashed finger apparently began bleeding pretty good right away. The entourage of friend followed her home. I am not sure how they kept up with her. She ran pretty fast to get back to the apartment.

Now when I was a kid, I would have run home and Mom would have washed off my finger and put a band-aid on it.
Yes, Maryann's was bleeding and the nail is sure to come off. But get real here. Bridget ran her to the hospital. Yes, she was upset. I know it was bleeding. Not very much, just a little.
Crap. When I smashed my fingers (four at the same time) they bled a lot. Like in little red squirt guns. Right from under the tips and after having them smashed by a 50 pound piece of aluminum slamming down on them. But that was my four grown up fingers smashed about 2/3 of the way flat and up to the first knuckle. Hers was just at the top end of the nail and bled enough to maybe cover a big band-aid.
Anyway, she is still gone at the hospital, 3 hours later.

Now I come to my point. Who is going to pay for all this? I know I am. But I can't see how. This will probably cost $300 to $500 for someone to, irrigate the wound, wrap it up, and tell her to see her family doctor if it start to do something bad. I was going to do just that, and I have enough intelligence to know that if it was not healing up, to take her to the doctor. But I guess that emotional panic overrules patient judgment.

I have really good insurance, but it costs all the same. If I could have taken her to the Air Force Base hospital, it would have been nearly free.

(OK, I am not entering in the $50 in gasoline it takes for a round trip to the Base.)
This little error in judgment will be half a weeks pay for the deductible.

Now for what I really wanted to say.

If I was an illegal alien, I would not be worrying about this bill. My stress level would be so low, I would think of this emergency room trip just like a trip to the fair. I would just go to the hospital and do everything they ask. Filling out forms, doing loads of paperwork. Then all I would have to do is skip out on the bill. What would be better, than to have free health care at a moments notice! I know there are people reading this and saying things like:

  • "I should not be saying this kind of things,
      or
  • The illegal aliens in this country deserve to be here because of all the oppression they were enduring.
Well I say bullshit. We have many friends here who worked their fingers to the bone to come here. They are now outstanding citizens of the United States and each couple came from a different country on various continents on the planet. This all happened through hard work and doing what ever was needed to be a citizen. I can't speak for them, but I have spoken to them about this exact situation and they indicated that they are very pissed off. Not at the government, but at the illegals who make it so very hard for legitimate immigrants to enter the country, let alone become citizens. Yes, they consider them criminals. They are stealing our healthcare (I doubt they are going to pay for the healthcare they receive when they can get away without paying). They are stealing our children's education by having their children enrolled in schools where the do not pay taxes to pay for the programs they use. If your illegal, you don't have a social security number, thus how would you ever pay taxes?

Anyway, this is just a rant. I will probably take it down after a few day and re-edit it. But until then, is there a way legit way to do an illegal act? Besides being in this country illegally and stealing from the general population on a daily basis?

Bridget brought Maryann home after 3 hours. They did exactly what I thought they would do and removed the nail. The only difference between there and here is that the hospital used novacaine. We would have used time and growth here to remove the nail. I doubt she has learned anything from this experience. I would like her to learn something, even if it is that accidents are painful. No one likes to have their child in pain. But for me, that is what always convinced me what was right and wrong in decision making. If it didn't hurt me, I didn't learn anything from an experience. I hope she does not miss the point of her accident.

Injury updates!

They made it home after over 3 hours. Apparently she was a pretty good patient. They x-rayed it, injected her with novacane, and pulled off the nail. She was pretty upset even after all of that was over. She did feel better after a little after a bowl of ice cream. So, with all the meds and attending medical personnel, I imagine that this will end up being around $800+. Like I said. This is the reason I really hate being honest.