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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/C3NK-1Fb_EuUjXEsFj8IoqGG430/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/C3NK-1Fb_EuUjXEsFj8IoqGG430/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheNeonMouse/~4/PbzqhoQKmw8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://neonmouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2260847804916326389/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://neonmouse.blogspot.com/2010/03/earthworm-massacre.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179877250664671385/posts/default/2260847804916326389?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179877250664671385/posts/default/2260847804916326389?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheNeonMouse/~3/PbzqhoQKmw8/earthworm-massacre.html" title="Earthworm Massacre" /><author><name>The Neon Mouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983450307956741412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://neonmouse.blogspot.com/2010/03/earthworm-massacre.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8FSHg8eip7ImA9WxBaE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179877250664671385.post-1637768243591519174</id><published>2010-03-23T15:35:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T18:53:39.672-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-23T18:53:39.672-04:00</app:edited><title>Healthcare Debate</title><content type="html">At the risk of any sort of discord, I am just going to say it: I think the new Healthcare plan is going to be great. (Note: that I did not say perfect.) I am having a hard time relating to the other side of this argument. To me it seems a bit selfish to think that healthcare should be available to only those who can afford it. That healthcare can be discriminating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you a story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to work at a bank a few years back and I would take care of IRA rollovers and distributions. Anyway, there was a nice lady who was not quite at her retirement age who came into the bank to take money out of her IRA. Of course she would be penalized for it because she was a little less than a year away from the penalty-free withdraw. I was afraid to ask her why she wasn't waiting because it was certainly none of my business but I did make a point to tell her that if she could wait just a few more months the withdraws would be penalty-free. Well, I opened up a floodgate and the tears began pouring from her face. I handed her my box of tissues as she started to explain... She didn't have enough money to keep up with the prescriptions she needed and she had no one to help her and no other way to pay for the drugs. She had no family to help her because they had all passed on and she didn't have any kids. Now I could feel a stinging in my eyes. I somehow managed to hold it together while I listened to her. She had no choice. She couldn't afford better healthcare which would cover the drugs she needed (I think she said she was on medicare). She needed the drugs.  She was in a lot of pain.  And using the IRA money to pay for the drugs was cheaper than getting a better healthcare plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I heard was - cut off my foot now or cut off my foot later. It was incredibly sad. I had no answers for her.  I left the office in a pretty somber mood that day. This was about 5 years ago but I still hear her sweet voice and I still see the tears. My eyes still sting when I think about it. I wonder what ever happened to her. I wonder if things could possibly have gotten better for her as the economy got worse. I don't want to think about the alternative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People need healthcare. America needs healthcare. It is not something to be debated about. Not everyone can afford healthcare, but are we to ignore them? Whatever happened to humanity? I don't completely understand what this will do with the power of government, but something had to be done about the healthcare of this country. We can worry about the checks and balances later, can't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quote from Vice President Biden: "This is a big f***ing deal."  I concur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179877250664671385-1637768243591519174?l=neonmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It's On Me..." /><author><name>The Neon Mouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03983450307956741412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://neonmouse.blogspot.com/2010/03/have-cry-its-on-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MEQXg6eSp7ImA9WxBUFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179877250664671385.post-4181533781278026498</id><published>2010-02-26T10:12:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T09:56:40.611-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-01T09:56:40.611-05:00</app:edited><title>Random Little Things...</title><content type="html">that REALLY bug me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Weird spots on toilet paper, like glue or a seed a bug fossil? what is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When every station on the radio is playing commercials and there is NO music on any of the channels I listen to!!!  Do they plan this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- That I can't find the lid to my favorite travel tea mug &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When the pump handle at the gas station doesn't click and I have to hold it the entire time in the bitter, freezing cold and on a day that I conveniently forgot my gloves at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- That there is even a remote possibility that you can get your eyelashes so stuck in an eyelash curler that you have to rip your eyelashes out to get them unstuck... OWWWW! OW! OW! OWWWWWWWWW!  (eyes watering to oblivion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When you see the (1) to show you there is a message waiting in your inbox and it's just junk mail... such a let down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When you type an email message and then re-read it AFTER you've sent it only to find that you look like you can't speak your own language.  IdiOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Knowing that someone else found a hair or a bug or some other non-food item in the same food I am eating... did I already eat one of what they just found?!! Yuck, spit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Driving behind a smoker and having their smoke come into my car through the vents... EWWWWW!  Grossssss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When someone calls you in err and then after you explain that this is the wrong number they dial it right back... STILL the wrong number!  And even a third time... YES IT'S THE WROOOONG NUMBER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When you take your shoes off and your socks come off with them - crap! QUICK cover feet, hide feet...dry feet! Chipped nail-polish... hiiiiide toes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When you wash your hands in a public bathroom only to realize there is no way to dry them, great ...shake shake shake, shake shake shake... shake your booty... or ha-ands...shake your ha-ands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When there is NO toilet paper and you've already gone and there is NO ONE to spare a square ...let's just say the booty song does NOT apply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When you are in the bathroom and you hear someone actually GOing and then you don't hear any water running and they are gone when you come out of the stall... HMMMmmmm... don't think I'll be touching &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; door handle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When your coworker notices a BIIIIG clump of your hair under the wheels of your office chair - "boy, you shed like a dog!!" Um...it was big foot... yeah... You know Harry... he's the nice one from that movie...and &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; sheds like no other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When you think it's Friday all day and you are having a fantastic day because the weekend is here, only to realize it's Thursday!  ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When you try out a new lotion that smells alright and then later starts to smell so bad that you think there may have been some sort of dead animal in that lotion.... OMG, OMG! need to wash hands....scrub ...to... get...SMELL...OFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- That there are so many of these things in my head on a daily basis that I hate to end the post here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179877250664671385-4181533781278026498?l=neonmouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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