There's a sucker born every minute...

It occurs to me that the insurance industry may be the greatest rip-off artists EVER.

For example, my health insurance doesn't cover vaccinations, routine visits, health-check ups, birth control, or any form of preventative care. And that's just the small print I've gotten to. However, I pay $150 a month (in addition to my employer's contribution). Can I get a WTF?

So this is a business model that thrives: you pay in and their sole duty is to make sure that they never pay out on your behalf? And this is considered business as usual.

Why does this seem like an incredibly fantastic scam?


Note: I now have a bill for the most expensive annual exam EVER: $600.00. Fuckers.

Oh holy god...

gizmodo.com/gadgets/gadg...gs-253334.php

And I'm speechless.

I am not dead

I'm just drowning in busy.

Stay with me...I'll be back soon.

Mwah!

Peanut as jealous boyfriend.

I had a gentleman friend stay over last night. Peanut was thrilled about this development (for some reason he craves male attention--call it the result of a one "parent' household) until he realized that he was being ousted from his spot on the bed and his position as the center of the universe.

Never one to be subtle or ambiguous, Peanut proceeded to chew up the bottom of my bed, whine in the middle night, and then shit on the carpet as an early morning message to yours truly. I can only assume that he was unhappy about this turn of events.

When I left this morning, I locked both he and the boy in the room, expecting only one to make it out alive. Peanut is happy curled up at my feet, so therefore I am deeply concerned for Trever.

It's becoming clear to me that this dog has run the household for far too long. He's ten pounds of vindictive fluff and his reign of terror needs to come to an end.

*sigh*

Dear Crafty Bitches,

I know that there's more than a few of you in the elite corps I like to call my Tribe Friend's List.

I need help, yo.

I have a boiled wool overcoat (sadly, unlined) that is falling apart. Is there a trick to mending this beyond the traditional stitch and then bitch? (Like, perhaps, washing it and drying it to shrink up the wool first?).

Thank you in advance!

Why I Am Pro-Choice

It's Blog For Choice Day and the topic is "Why I Am Pro-Choice"...
www.bushvchoice.com/blog_choice_day.html

I've always been pro-choice, call it the effects of being raised by a NARAL mother, my natural inclination towards being more politically liberal, or the fact that I'm a woman and it intimately impacts my life. My pro-choice support was milquetoast and largely theoretical, usually followed by the statement, "I support access to abortion, but I'd never have one."

And then, of course, I did.

The wrong guy at the wrong time at the wrong bank balance--the moment the test turned the wrong color I realized that my choice would impact the rest of my life (and his and potentially someone else's) and it became overwhelmingly clear to me that I should have the say in what direction my life would go--all I had prepared for and all that I wanted was at stake and hinged on my ability to make that choice. The very idea that a politician, a religious movement, or some nut in front of a clinic could or would want a hand in what was happening in my body, my future, and my world seemed obscene and ridiculous (until I realized that it was very much a possibility). In that instant, being pro-choice became so much more than a political affiliation, it became a right that I was willing to fight tooth and nail for.

And I did.

After my abortion, I started to escort at the local clinic. I've been threatened, intimidated, photographed, insulted, and almost maced (thank you leaf blowers for your instant brand of karma). I've had the nut on the corner threaten my life (he let me know he was anti-abortion, not necessarily pro-life). I've seen a such an incredible variety of women go through those clinic doors with stories and choices I can barely understand, let alone judge. I've given money and time to Planned Parenthood. I've had some difficult discussions about my choice to have an abortion with people in my life who would have just otherwise assumed that abortion was a choice made by "other" people. Much of the activism has been unpleasant, but it's necessary and important work. The right to determine what happens to my body; to be legally considered as more than just a uterus; to know that the children who are born are wanted and provided for; to have a hand in what happens in my future; and the knowledge that other women are free to make their own choices--this is worth it and this is why I am pro-choice.

Merry Christmas to every single one of you...

Blatantly stolen from my mother...
This comes from a card she sent me (the sentiment is her's, not Hallmark's)...


"Real peace,
real joy,
and real love...
These are the gifts of Christmas I wish for you most. They cannot be bought. They come from inside. I love you so much."

From her to me and from me to you...

Merry Christmas you guys...whether you celebrate it or not, know that my kindest, most sincere, best wishes are going out to you this day...

Love,
Laura

Adding to my list...

of inspirations for class warfare.

"The Donald"

I really hate this guy and cannot understand how revolution has not thrown his sorry combed-over ass up against a wall.