Wednesday, July 16, 2008


My Granddad, an octogenarian as of this year, is an internet superstar. Click here to see an adorable picture of him at the park feeding geese. This might be the happiest I have ever seen him look in a picture -- though Grandmomma is quick to point out that he was asked to pose for this, lest anyone should think he really spends his spare time giddily feeding the geese at the park by himself. Still, you can't help but smile at that picture. Makes me a little homesick.

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

I have insurance, and I'm not afraid to use it.

While Pier 1 is pleasant and allows me to pretend to have decorating skills, it provides me with zero benefits. Unless you count NOT BEING CONSUMED BY MY JOB as a benefit. So I'm trying to take advantage of my medical insurance from the ol' teaching job before it expires at the end of this month.

Last week I went to my doctor and got some drugs I should have started taking months ago. But this week is when the real fun started. I've started visiting a chiropractor because of some nasty tension headaches I've had basically every day for the last year or so. My own remedy of taking handfuls of Ibuprofen every day has worked pretty well, but methinks this is not so good for the internal organs. I have gone to the chiropractor twice since Monday for consultations and x-rays -- and a heavenly 38-minute massage (aaaaaaahhhhh) -- all for the price of a teensy co-pay. And the nice little chiropractor man knows I only have good insurance for a few more weeks, so he assures me that we can get a handle on my headaches by then. And that means more massages. Aaaaaaahhhhh.

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Quick Life Update

I have a new job. At Pier 1. Unfortunately, my income is drastically smaller than it used to be, so I can't really take advantage of my sweet employee discount. But some of you might be getting some stylish home decor this Christmas.

One of the funniest things about this job so far is that customers will ask me questions about decorating or entertaining as if I really had some expertise in these areas. I guess that snazzy blue apron is deceiving because I DO NOT HAVE EXPERTISE IN THESE AREAS. Ask me about grammar, and I'm all over it. Literary analysis? Okay. But ask me what pillows you should buy for the couch in your living room, and my opinion is just a step or two above WORTHLESS. So it's pretty amusing to me that people will actually listen to the very much not expert opinions I give them. In fact, in the short span of time I've had this job, literally hundreds of dollars have been spent based on my recommendations. I might have more power now than I did back when I was molding the minds of America's youth. Scary on so many levels, right?