Thank you, what appears to be a white sedan, for side-swiping my car today, and taking with it my side mirror, left abandoned and dangling for dear life. At least the mirror wasn’t shattered.
Thank you, Dad, for being my MacGyver and telling me to go to the studio and get gaffer tape. Thank goodness you don’t “decline” my phone calls.
Thank you, random crew guy, for taking pity on me and showing me where the gaffer tape lives, and providing a sympathetic comment about how much the situation sucked and wishing me luck. It’s nice to know random strangers still take the time to wish random people luck on their misfortunes.
And thank you to the inventor of gaffer tape, which allowed me to drive home tonight, paranoia-free.
So thank you, random white automobile, for making me realize that, although now I will be out lots of money, and my mirror is now bandaged beyond recognition, I will not lose sleep, for I believe in one simple truth…
KARMA IS A BITCH.
Some things in life are bad
They can really make you mad
Other things just make you swear and curse.
When you’re chewing on life’s gristle
Don’t grumble, give a whistle
And this’ll help things turn out for the best…
And…always look on the bright side of life…
Always look on the light side of life…
Here is my Superbowl Rantings from a Fair-Weather Football fan:
The commercials: sucked. I remember when watching the commercials was THE THING to do if you were a fair-weather fan and didn’t care about the teams. I remember the Budweiser frogs and the pulled heartstrings of Coca-Cola polar bears. Where were these commercials? Have we as a society become so damn cynical that Doritos cheese dust licked off our hands seems funny and acceptable? (who can say they didn’t cringe when that commercial happened?!) And why does it seem like all Bud Light commercials are made by low-brow, fresh out of the frat house, advertising drones who think all people that watch football games are their frat brothers? Please tell us we’ve evolved somewhat, please…
The only ones I did enjoy (because really, there weren’t many good ones to choose from), were the Chevy commercial of “Timmy fell in a well, again?!” (although not an original idea) and the Darth Vader one (because all parents and Star Wars fans can relate). Want to see them all? Go here: http://www.superbowl-commercials.org/
The Groupon controversy: People are up in arms about this one. Ok, so it was in poor taste. (I’m saying who really enjoys fish curry anyway?). People are saying, “Why Timothy Hutton?” (I’m saying because he was the only Chicagoan actor available or willing to work for less money). People are saying that using Tibet was in poor taste. (I’m saying they probably lost all hope at a Groupon China website). But here’s the kicker that no one is paying attention to: people are still talking about it. Wasn’t that the point all along?
The Christina Aguleria f*-up: Opps. People were complaining that she was singing the National Anthem too “poppy”. Hello?! She’s a pop singer. Hello?! She’s got the pipes, at least she was on-key and not lip syncing. Ok, so she screwed up the words in front of the whole nation while they were showing the troops in Afghanistan. Yeah, that was kinda lame. But at least she wasn’t this (I’ll spare you the Rosanne Barr one):
The A-Rod / Cameron Diaz popcorn feeding frenzy: Seriously? This one is just stupid. A-Rod complains to Fox executives (who probably comp-ed his seats, btw) that he was purposely targeted by the cameramen so they could get a “paparazzi-esque” shot of his are-they-or-aren’t-they girlfriend, Cameron Diaz. Give me a break. What man wouldn’t want a hot girl feeding them popcorn while watching the Superbowl?! Come on, A-Rod. I’d rather have seen you guys be all lovey-dovey than the millions of shots of Former President Bush you made the Fox exes feature after your repeated threats to Fox cameramen. Dude. You’re a sports star at a LIVE Superbowl game in the VIP of VIP seats, sitting a couple seats down from Aston Kutcher, President Bush, and your girlfriend is a movie star. Quit your bitchin’, and grow a pair.
As most single, healthy women of almost 30 years, I find myself being like, “Why do I need a flex medical account? I barely pay the deductable; I could use that money now, for, like bills and stuff”. Then something like cancer in the family or sudden onset vertigo come into the picture, and all of a sudden, you’re like, “Ah-ha! So, this is what insurance is for!”.
Fast-forward to when a clerical error by a hospital employee trying to leave work early for the holidays* makes me say, “Our health system is whacked!”. Basically, a claim that says the hospital that my mom had been treated at for two months suddenly tells her she’s at an out-of-network hospital. Doesn’t sound severe, until you realize that if you’re in an out-of-network hospital, things aren’t covered and you have to pay. MAJOR STRESSBALLS. ESPECIALLY FOR SOMEONE GOING THROUGH CHEMO!!!!!!! (I often wonder how patients are expected to be on top of their medical bills when they can barely get up to go to the bathroom…but that is for another post). So you call the insurance company, and they say, yup, it’s a clerical error on the hospital because the hospital is indeed in their network. So you call the hospital, who say the insurance company doesn’t know jack, and everything in the billing department is hunky-dory, so what’s the problem?
What’s the problem!?
I have no idea how to remedy this, being a probie to it and all, but gosh-darn it, what a pain in my neck…(which may or may not be covered by insurance…)
*this statement is completely fabricated, but probably true.
