That last statement at the end? 21 people turned away in one day? That’s my shelter.

And then as Nanner so kindly called to let me know, I was in the paper today… kinda sorta…

We’ll try not to let it get to our big fat heads.Random Posts:

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More Wordless Wednesday

More of mah purty pitchers

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Listen to me.

At any given moment, your life can change drastically.

Friends enrich our existance in a way that nothing else can.

Close your eyes. Picture any one of your friends. Now imagine your phone rings. The voice on the other end of the line is wrought with distraught anguish.

Your friend is gone.

This isn’t out of the realm of possibility. They could step out into the street and get hit by a bus. They could be eating dinner alone and choke. They could get hit by a drunk driver.

The first thing you think of is the last time you talked to them. What happened? How do you feel? Is there anything you wish you had said or done differently?

I attempt to live my life in such a way that if I ever get a life-changing phone call, I know that I will have no regrets over that last talk. I hope that my friends would too.

Perspectives can change when viewed standing graveside.

Don’t just live like you were dying. Live like THEY might.Random Posts:

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• I take mine with a lime and salt. Lick it - slam it - suck it. Mmmmm. Posted Wednesday, June 13, 2007, 1 comments, 454 views
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I call this… Mixed Message.

(Only click through if there are no bosses, kiddies, kitties, members of the clergy, Dakota Fanning, or baskets of fluffy chicks and goslings present.)

(...)
Read the rest of Coming soon to a sarcastic inappropriate greeting card line near you! (137 words)

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Next week no one is ill or having surgery or going on vacation or running away to Mexico, so I should get off on Monday morning at 7am and not be back on until Saturday night at 8pm. Hopefully I’ll have more time for writing this coming week. I’ve never hit “Mark all as read” in my Google Reader before, but I may have to resort to that just to catch up.

See what I madeded all by myself?!

I bought some blank greeting cards and note cards, and printed off a whole bunch of prints and tried all different services; WM, Tar-zhay, Shutterfly, CVS and compared them all. Quality, DUH, is first; but then convenience is a real close second. BrownEyedGirl asked me last week to make her some greeting cards, so that gave me a little kick in the butt to actually put all these pieces together. I also sold the pair of farm theme prints, the barn and the cows, so I was really excited about that.

That’s about all my news for now.

Rip it, roll it, and punch it, dude. Peace.

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You can flip through these pictures real quick with your arrow keys.

Thursday, 6/12/08, roads were closed all over the place and I called into work because I couldn’t figure out a route to get there. We went downtown around 11 and the water was rising rapidly. We went to try to run a couple errands and came back around 1pm. The corner I had been standing on at 11 was covered and the water’s edge was about 20 feet farther up the street. There were lots of people downtown, many sandbagging, but most just there to see the water. There were a few of us with cameras. We went into a parkade and then up into the skywalks so I could take pictures. Then we came back down and we went to that same initial spot and the water’s edge had moved several more feet. The Nat’l Guard came in and started clearing the area that evening.

So hard to believe it’s been a year already.Random Posts:

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Wednesday, 06/11/08, I had to take a bunch of detours to get to work and they started evacuating people. Right after work, we were sitting outside my house and talking about the flood warning; wondering how bad it would get. The forecast was that it would be worse than the flood in 1993. Then 3 fire trucks, 12 cop cars, a huge mobile command center, and 10 Nat’l Guard humvees flew by.

Me and Mah Kizzle ventured down just a little ways from my house to near Czech Village, one of two areas in Cedar Rapids under immediate danger, the other being Ellis Blvd.

Then on the way back home, we were chancing some of the flooded streets because we were all brave in the truck and I got all wet as we went through one intersection and I couldn’t get the window up in time.

Hard to believe it’s been a year.Random Posts:

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Two months ago, after having some sharp pain in my left ear all day, I woke up the next morning deaf in my left ear. I took me and my deaf ear down to the clinic. I had my chart and request for referral to an ENT from my audiologist. After waiting for a couple hours, a doctor said there was no infection and she couldn’t help further because the clinic doesn’t keep an ENT doctor on staff and didn’t have any partnerships with any in town. She said I’d need to fill out an IowaCare application and then they’d get me seen at the U of I audiology department. I got approved and emailed them my new IowaCare number as soon as I got it.

I waited.

And waited.

And guess what else? Waited.

Two months later, I got a call from IowaCare. She requested my chart, which I had already given the clinic and the clinic should have given them, but ok, whatever. I had my audiologist fax it again.

Then?

Waited.

Oh, and more waited. With a side of waited.

Today, the clinic called and said that the U of I doctor said they didn’t need to see me because they could tell what it was. Apparently, they have a magical crystal ball which miraculously enables them to do this. “They know what the problem is. It’s excess noise,” she said, “and they don’t need to see you.”

“Wait, what? They won’t even see me?”

“Yes. But I know of a program to get you hearing aids.”

*bashes head on desk*

“I already have hearing aids.”

“Oh, you do?”

“Yes. The problem is that I’ve had persistent pain and woke up one day deaf in my left ear.”

“Oh. Um. Well, let me do some more research and call you back.”

Four hours later, someone different called me from the clinic. “An ENT at the U of I can see you on 7-6-09. He comes in around 3pm, but call ahead around noon to see if he’ll be there. Make sure you bring your chart from your audiologist.”

“I’ve already given one to the clinic and one to IowaCare, do they mean a new one?”

“Oh.” *shuffles papers* “There isn’t one here.”

“I’ll get another one, I guess.”

“Well, after this appointment, we can get you hearing aids.”

At that point, my head exploded in a grisly mess all over the floor and walls.

“I ALREADY HAVE TWO HEARING AIDS.”

“Oh, you do?”

“Yes. The problem is pain plus complete deafness in my left ear, making the left hearing aid useless.”

“Oh. Well, we’ll see what happens at that appointment then.”

*deep sigh*

The stupidity? It’s sheer length and breadth and depth astonishes me.

This is life without health insurance. Although, it’s probably not that much better for people with insurance, right? I can’t remember; it’s been years since I had any. 

There’s got to be a better way to help out uninsured folks than this IowaCare nonsense. It makes you feel like you’re not worth anything if you don’t have insurance. We don’t qualify for Medicaid because, get this; we make too much money.Random Posts:

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So, like, bite the head off my chicken and wear it as a hat or whatever you kids do to *pathetically whines* beee myyy frieeeend.

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I’ve been here and there on Facebook and Twitter, keeping up with y’all on my reader, and of course, working lots.

This job… wow. Mah Writing Mojo is in the corner, gagged, and rocking in the fetal position. This job is like, blog fodder heaven, but it’s like you found out you won the state lottery except they tell you later that they’re paying you in bananas. It’s really such a cryin’ shame that I have some sort of ethics that prevent me from tellin’ tales about some of the crazy shit that goes down here. It sucks, I tell ya. Schizophrenics off their meds, drunks, police, crack addicts, anger management issues, psychiatric wings, meltdowns… never a dull moment around here. But I love it. I love this work, and I love the people I’m serving. The only part that is really difficult is when I get off Monday at 7am and be back at 5pm. I should only have to do that for a couple more weeks while I’m covering some 2nd shifts. 

I’m still working on finding some kind of balance to work and home and play. It just seems like I get off work and I’m so damned exhausted, and it takes me so long to recover, then before I know it, it’s time to get right back there again. Mt. Laundry is untouched, and mocks me mercilessly.

I’m still waiting for the powers that be to get me into the U of I hospital to have the audiology department take a look at me. I’m still almost completely deaf in the left ear and have no idea why. I have quite a bit of pain almost every day now. The left hearing aid is basically useless because it isn’t strong enough to help any more. It’s hard sometimes to keep positive when I just want to stomp and yell “IT’S NOT FAIR! IT WASN’T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN THIS QUICKLY!” but, hey, what’re ya gonna do, right?

I’ve managed to get out and take quite a few pictures lately, but haven’t had the time to to upload and share them with you. I’ll try to do it a bit at a time so I don’t do my impression of a kid showing off for company. I’m going to try to get back on Wordless Wednesday and Weekly Winners soon.

I bought a showcase spot on Etsy for tomorrow… I put a couple more listings up. Go on over there and get a username and heart me!

Oh, after years of being as regular as a Timex, I’m a couple weeks late. So I’m either pre-menopausal or pregnant, neither of which are particularly palatable choices. Now that I’ve said something, it’ll come tomorrow, and I can quit obsessing about it.

Rip it, roll it, and punch it, dude. Peace.Random Posts:

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So, like, bite the head off my chicken and wear it as a hat or whatever you kids do to *pathetically whines* beee myyy frieeeend.

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