Grumbly bear
I am a whiny, bratty little bitch today. Feel free to smack me.
I don't know what is bugging me so badly. I slept reasonably well, Lucy didn't do her crazed wolverine impression, just woke up because she was hungry, settled down when she ate, and then was still asleep with Daddy when I left for work. I got a lovely message from my stepmother that she had finished and folded my laundry, and I could pick it up whenever, and I totally expected to finish it tonight. I got to see the season finale of House last night. And I got to work in time to get a cup of coffee and a bagel before I had to log on the phones. Really, what could be bad about all this?
I don't know.
I tried to upload pictures to Blogger, with the thought of saving a draft so I could add text when I got to work -- but blogger took fifteen minutes and was still working on trying to load the freaking things, increasing my belief that hosting my blog somewhere would be a good plan. Wordpress rocks, or so I hear.
The coffee upset my stomach so badly that I haven't eaten my bagel. I understand (now) that I should have reversed the order of these things, but the universe is not rewarding my understanding by making me less sick.
I'm too tired and brain dead to try and work on the Shedir socks, but I don't have any other knitting with me.
While I enjoy Ravelry for its organizational purposes, and I've joined a bazillion groups...I don't really find that I care about *reading* or responding to the groups. I'm bored with Forums. I did that in the 90s. I dunno, I'm just weird.
I'm revamping all my wedding plans to fit the revised budget I was given. I'm over the sour grapes portion of my psychology, and I'm even getting into the new and improved plans...but I'm a little bit sad and frustrated about some of the circumstances that led me to this place.
I want families to be simple.
And I hate telling moms that because they were responsible, and their kids were responsible, their kids have to not have insurance for a year before they can get help. And then, at the same time, I want to scream at them to stop covering for their damn kids and let their 21, 22, 23 year olds know that they absolutely need to get out there and get a job and get insurance through their job, because traveling Europe is cool, but it doesn't get you anywhere.
Don't ask. That's all I'm allowed to say about it.
See, I told you. Bitch today.
I'm going to go eat a cookie now.
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3 comments:
Kristine, you are entitled to be grumpy for no reason but from reading between the lines it sounds like you do have reason. The planets will line up and the universe will be better soon. Just think of that precious child that you have and in the meantime, be good to yourself.
Kristine, I have friends who adopted two crack babies (and a third born with AIDS as well who didn't make it), incredible, wonderful people--one is the Marnie my scarf on my site is named for. They adopted their kids before the Feds passed the law requiring that insurance cover ALL members of the family, not forcing the newborns or adopted ones to prove they're healthy for a month first before they'll be covered.
In other words, those two took on a half million dollars in medical debt to take on those kids. Marnie was, in actual fact, a rocket scientist for NASA. When her daughter wasn't learning to read at school, Marnie went to homeschooling. The kids are going to college soon, and doing so well now. I adore them all to pieces.
The law got changed so that now they would have been covered. The laws will slowly continue to get better, I'm convinced. (I can't wait for November to VOTE!!!)
I wouldn't change where you host your blog, just where you host your pictures. I love photobucket's image hosting, myself. When I post to the blog, however, I have to change the size of the photos, or just post thumbnails. you might want to try that.
For everything else, I got nothing. Sorry.
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