Suck It!

I'm really not sure what I was thinking. That's nothing new I guess, I seldom know what I'm thinking or was thinking. One of my kids is convinced I have early onset Alzheimer's. I forget his name, but he knows who he is.

I've been immersed in school. I think I mentioned it before, but I'm working on finishing a degree majoring in Political Science with a minor in American History. It's kept me submerged in books, papers, highlighters and post it notes.

In the middle of all of this, and since this is finals week, I've had little time to do anything. But you see, I had to do something. It seemed simple enough. All I had to do was make two phone calls. One to cancel my MSN service, that I haven't used in a year, and one to clarify a clause in a new life insurance policy for accidental death.

All in all it took me a FULL FREAKING DAY to accomplish these two seemingly simple tasks. 

I tried to tackle canceling MSN first. One phone call at most right? It seems canceling MSN is about as easy as finding the interest rate on your credit card statement. It took me nearly an hour and a half and SEVEN different people to have them click a damn button to cancel my service.

My last words to them, actually I think I used these exact words four times with four different people, "Just CANCEL MY BLEEP BLEEPING SERVICE!"

Finally when that was done I called the life insurance company to clarify this clause under exclusions:
"Will not pay if the insured person is under the influence of any excitant, depressant, hallucinogen, narcotic; or any other drug or intoxicant."


Alrighty then. The simple question was if this policy is nullified by my medicinal regimen. Easy enough, right? Apparently NOT! I take excitants for ADD, I take depressants for anxiety, I take hallucinogens (technically a hypnotic) to sleep, and see that little clause "ANY OTHER DRUG?" Yeah, see what I mean?


Six and three-quarters of an hour later I had an answer. I went through EIGHT departments and finally ended up with the head underwriter.

It appears that they left out a pretty important clause in my contract that states if I'm under the influence of any of these medications and they are the determined CAUSE of the accident, the policy won't pay. Since I'm taking all of my meds as prescribed I am indeed covered.

Yeah, I'm canceling the policy. If they can't even answer a simple question in less than 15 minutes with the help of one person I've kinda lost faith that they'll pay in the event of an accidental death. Bastards!

And MSN....suck it!

As for finals I have three essays to revise, three more to write and four exams. Again, I'm not sure what I was thinking.

Oh yeah. Thanksgiving, how could I forget? Here's a few of my favorite pics from the holiday! Who am I kidding? I have a HUGE family and being kind of a camera whore...I have a little more than a "few" pics.

Madeleine and CoCo

Tyson and Michelle

Me and Sara

CoCo

Pouty Pants

Me and Nikki

Me and Jake

Michael and Baby Jax

Josiah, Anna-Grace, Aiden, CoCo and Madeleine

Karli, Jax and Jakob

Karli and Michelle

Me and Jeremiah

Mad Maddy

CoCo and Nikki

Stealing Josiah

Jakob and Maddy

Anna-Grace, even the little ones have to help

Josiah

CoCo and Nana

Joshua

Justin and Karli

Jake is the turkey neck gobbler

And I made it through the day without Valium!

Read more...

5150 And The Spider

You know I love spider stories, Lord knows I have my own, this is one I couldn't help but tell you.

Remember my friend 5150? He's a hardcore biker, general contractor, all around tough guy, really tough guy? He posted a status on Facebook the other day that made me laugh until I cried.

You see, no one messes with 5150, no one. He'll hand you your back side before you even know it's missing. That's the kind of guy my friend is.

In his status he perfectly captured the moment. I can just see him now. He was standing at the job site with his employees all around. He was on a phone call and saw a spider web. He reaches for his Stanley tape measure and began to poke at the web.

In no time flat he was confronted with a foe that he couldn't handle, the aggressive spider whose home he was messin' with.

His status read something like this:

"When you're standing around the job site, with all of your employees watching, and you're talking on the phone, don't poke a spider web with a 6' Stanley tape measure. In less than a second a HUGE spider can run down the tape measure and up your arm making you squeeeeel and jump like a little girl....just sayin..."

I'm laughing now imagining the spider dance in my head and 5150 squeeeeeeling and jumping around like a three year old girl!

Love ya 5150!

Read more...

It's Not The End, It's Only Beginning

No swear words, well, really no words at all. No sound, no complaining, not much anyway. Just sheer determination. That about sums up Sara yesterday. She did get a little irritable though, and come to think of it she did say "holy hell" twice.

The girl is amazing. She went through the entire day serenely and mostly happy and smiling, all without drugs, until the very end when she had a injection of Fentanyl.

Being like his parents, Jax decided to bypass the normal way of doing things and stubbornly refused to budge, even after good, solid, hard work by his mother to get him to do so.

About 8:30 pm PST it was decided that a cesarean was going to be the way Jackson would make his entrance.

The grandparents sat in the room Sara had labored in and learned of our grandson's birth by the cleaning lady.

"Your grandson has lungs," she calmly announced as she walked by the room.

Within minutes, a smiling Sara was wheeled in clutching the golden ticket. A crying Cole followed closely behind.

Jackson Donovan Story weighed in at 7lbs 12 oz and was 19.5 inches long.

He's here. His mommy is sore. His daddy is proud and his grandparents are smitten. It was a good day.

yes, that IS a ponytail on my son's head. he's growing his hair out for Locks Of Love.

sneaking in a hashbrown from mcdonalds...shhhh!

....and texting

she spent a lot of time bouncing on that ball

popsicles make everything better

typical Sara

she spent a lot of time on the floor

tired and irritated after a long day. i think i pissed her off taking this picture.

cole was with her every minute

daddy ready for surgery

another typical Sara

poor little jax's head

my beautiful daughter in law

my son's a daddy. tears.

Jax and his Nana

the newest member of the clan.

Read more...