Today was my day off, but it was far from relaxing.
It is Insurance Enrollment / Re-Enrollment time at my work. And, guess what? Our premiums are going up AGAIN. Thank you, Obama.
You must complete all forms online, either at work or accessing the site from home. The deadline is November 7th. If you miss the deadline, you are out of luck until the next enrollment period. Isn’t that just grand?
I don’t know why we can’t do things via paper like we used to. I believe I may have mentioned that I get frustrated (read VERY ANGRY) when trying to work on unfamiliar computer stuff. Add insurance nonsense to the equation and I suffer from a hefty dose of Irrational Rage.
Today was no exception.
It didn’t help at all that we were having some sort of ‘Compatibility’ issues. What was showing up on sections of the screen was a bunch of numbers and letters which made NO sense. Needless to say, I surged from zero to RAGE in six seconds flat.
Thank goodness for my husband. He is a calm, rational man. It was his idea to call the help number listed on the instruction sheet I had gotten from work earlier this week.
He placed the call, and once he got through to an operator, he handed the phone to me. After explaining the problem, the operator immediately put me on hold for a ridiculous amount of time.
Finally, we were able to clear up the problem. I finished filling out our insurance forms without another hitch. And I won’t have to worry about doing this for another year.
I read about this in a post yesterday and thought it was an excellent idea. Simply type in your favorite color into Pixaby and select one of the photos presented.
My favorite color is yellow, especially golden yellow. Weak, pastel yellows are okay, but are by no means my favorite. Let’s not even mention neon. NO THANKS. Golden yellow is a bright, bold yellow. It’s a color that stands up and demands attention.
The photo I selected depicts golden leaves against an October blue sky. Gorgeous isn’t it? While autumn is not my favorite season, I do admire its color schemes. Reds, yellows, oranges are colors which are warm, bold, and eye catching. Everything I’d like to be but am not.
I’ve noticed that while yellow is my favorite color, I don’t own a single article of clothing that is yellow. Except the hat and scarf I knitted last year, of course. I know that if I could have found a yellow I liked in the stores – a strong, bold GOLDEN yellow – no pastel or neon, please – I’d have more.
When I got to the hospital today, I put my stuff in my locker and went straight up to the Centennial conference room. I could see from the door that there were a few people ahead of me, but the line was moving forward like a well-oiled machine.
One nurse handed me a piece of paper and asked me to fill out all the information and to sign my name and mark the date at the bottom.
No life-threatening egg allergies. Check. No adverse previous reactions to the flu shot. Check.
Good to go.
For some reason the nurse administered the shot right under the skin instead of into the muscle. I’ve no idea why. And I didn’t ask. She said it would leave a mark like a mosquito and to take a pain killer if it was bothering me.
Sure, no problem. A shot is a shot, right?
No!!! A shot is not a shot! That was the most painful shot I’ve had in YEARS!
I know I’m being a bit of a baby. But I’m glad I’ve got my flu shot out of the way, though. I don’t want to risk bringing home anything to my husband or family.
Have you gotten your flu shot yet?
Yesterday, I finally took the plunge and signed up to be a content writer for Postloop. Postloop is a site where you can earn money for posting on forums and commenting on blogs. How cool is that?
According to the site’s FAQ section, Postloop accepts writers from all countries. All writers must have excellent English grammar. They must pass an initial application process. And finally, after approval, writers must be able to accept payments via PayPal.
I am thrilled for yet another opportunity to earn money online. My husband thinks it’s a scam, but I will show him when I earn my first payment.
When I was a child, Halloween decorating meant bringing home some artwork from school. I remember collecting autumn leaves and gluing them onto construction paper. Coloring in scarecrow or a black cat line art drawing was also fun. That was about it. I mean, wasn’t dressing up and getting FREE CANDY enough?
The neighborhood sported its usual assortment of carved jack-o-lanterns. Witches with bubbling cauldrons or riding atop of broomstick were all the rage. Ghosts and goblins abounded, not to mention zombies and vampires.
Let’s not forget the black cats. Black cats everywhere.
These were simple things for a simpler time.
Today, I’m seeing a whole new side of Halloween – an over-the-top commercialized Halloween. And I don’t like it.
At work, the staff adorned the walls of nurses’ station with Halloween TINSEL. Driving home I spotted several displays of orange Halloween lights hanging from the eves and gutters.
I’ve even seen a Halloween Tree hung with the appropriate ornaments. I kid you not.
I don’t mean to be a Debbie Downer, but Halloween TREES? What do they think this is CHRISTMAS? I can’t even begin to express how much I detest these new – or at least new to me – developments.
As far as I’m concerned, all this hoopla cheapens the holiday. It transforms it into just another BUY-BUY-BUY shopping extravaganza. It’s a frivolous burden on an already overworked checkbook.
If people want to empty their bank accounts for Halloween decorations, that’s fine. More power to them.
But I’m opting out of this commercial insanity.
I had no idea that October was National Dollhouse and Miniatures Month until my twin and I stepped foot in the library. There, right near the front, was a large display of miniature dollhouses with wee furniture and even pictures on the walls sitting side by side with shoebox miniature displays encased behind glass.
I never had a dollhouse when growing up. To be honest, I didn’t really like Barbie dolls or baby dolls. But the little miniatures were cool. Never owned any, but still really cool.
The displays were so intricate! One house had a chimney made up of little colorful pebbles. It must have taken hours to create that detail alone.
Talk about dedication!
So what about you guys? Are any of you into creating dollhouse/shoebox displays? Did you play with miniatures when you were children? Do you still enjoy them as adults?