I LUV Obama-care!

Just got a notice from Anthem Blue Cross – my personal health insurance provider -  and these are the changes to my health care due to health care reform.

Elimination of lifetime dollar limits or maximums.

So now, if I get sick, they can’t say, “Gee, we didn’t expect to have to pay THAT much!”

Dependent coverage up to age 26

Oldest can be covered again.  Whew.

Limitations on Rescission

They have to have a really good reason (like me committing actual fraud) to take away my coverage. It’s not enough anymore for me to get sick and – God forbid – actually need the services I have been paying for all these years and then have them go find some honest mistake on my application from 10 years ago and tell me they are taking away my coverage.

New patient protection provisions

I no longer to need to get preauthorization to use emergency services.  Which is good because, you know, I’d be using emergency services IN AN EMERGENCY and might not have time to call for preauthorization because I’m DEALING WITH AN EMERGENCY.

So, I ask you….

Do these not seem like things that Anthem Blue Cross should have been doing for years?  I mean, seriously, they had to be forced to behave like good corporate citizens?

To paraphrase Youngest, “I LUV Obama-care!”

Drat.

All she lost was the race.

What’re you doing tomorrow afternoon at 6:45 EST?

I’ll be watching her.

Hopefully, she’ll do something like this.

Tune in tomorrow. ESPN. 6:45 EST.

A text that warmed this mother’s heart…

From Middle.  Today.  One word.

***

Voted.

***

re: Sigh

So yesterday, if you recall, I was pining.

For fun, I sent that Halloween photo to Oldest and got this in return.

***

To: Mom

From: Oldest

Subject: re: Sigh

that is such a good picture.  Girlfriend wants more.

***

Double sigh. Girlfriend!

So I sent her this…

I don’t think it is possible to accurately convey the longing this picture evokes.   For the sweet protrusion of belly, the wisps of blond hair, the pajama-y softness of white cotton, the crease – the crease! – at his wrist.  And for my own warring impulses. Do I help him tolerate the anxiety that silly hat has clearly created, take it off this instant or get the picture before it all goes away?

Things change. They really do.

You spend their childhoods cataloging their lives for them.

And then, suddenly, they return the favor.

To: Mom

From: Middle

Subject: 1:30AM in the couch project lab

Sigh.

And he’s never going back to his old school…

There are moments, like when you’re looking through your usps.com address book to find your Oldest’s address, when the passing of time just stops you in your tracks.

Who knew?

I was snooping around for the source of “Many hands make light work” to use on 5 for Fairness and, lo and behold, landed on John Heywood’s Wickipedia page. As Middle said when he was about three and a half and was informed that someone dressed up in a very unfamiliar  costume was called Woody Woodpecker,

“Woody Woodpecker?  Never heard of him.”

John Heywood?  Never heard of him.

My bad.

* What you have, hold.
* Haste maketh waste. (1546)
* Out of sight out of minde. (1542)
* When the sun shineth, make hay. (1546)
* Look ere ye leap. (1546)
* Two heads are better than one. (1546)
* Love me, love my dog. (1546)
* Beggars should be no choosers. (1546)
* All is well that ends well. (1546)
* The fat is in the fire. (1546)
* I know on which side my bread is buttered. (1546)
* One good turn asketh another. (1546)
* A penny for your thought. (1546)
* Rome was not built in one day. (1546)
* Better late than never. (1546)
* An ill wind that bloweth no man to good. (1546)
* The more the merrier. (1546)
* You cannot see the wood for the trees. (1546)
* This hitteth the nail on the head. (1546)
* No man ought to look a given horse in the mouth. (1546)
* Tread a woorme on the tayle and it must turne agayne. (1546)
* Many hands make light work. (1546)
* Wolde ye bothe eate your cake and haue your cake? (1562)

Incredible, right?

Every now and then I get to stop and realize what a gorgeous hometown I have…


Well, he was a pretty smart guy after all…

If you want your children to be intelligent, read them fairy tales. If you want them to be more intelligent, read them more fairy tales.

Albert Einstein

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