Day: February 2, 2008

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Looking the Gift Horse in the Mouth

I got a 2 letters in the mail today out of the blue from our health insurance company. The first one stated that as of February 22, 2008 our family doctor will no longer be in our network. They suggest we find another provider. This makes me sad, we’ve been with this same practice since moving here in 1999. The office staff is friendly (one of them lives in our neighborhood and always says hi), the doctor is one who’ll make personal phone calls, his physician assistant calls to check up on us if we’ve been in for an ailment…we’ve been really happy there. And now, we must find someone else.

The second letter from the health insurance company stated that our Hospital (and their whole city-wide network) will no longer be in our network either. The hospital that’s across the street from MAM’s daycare, the hospital 6 minutes from our house, the hospital with the urgent care center we’ve frequented…yeah, that hospital. And now we must find a new hospital.

I’m sure there’s a cliche that covers the concept of complaining about something that isn’t exactly what you want but still isn’t all that bad. Because really, unless more hospitals in the area are jumping ship, we still have a lot to choose from. And, um, we have health insurance. I know a lot of people who would gladly take any part of what we’ve got. But it’s annoying to have to do research and figure out where we want to go and who we’d like to see.

And you know on February 23, probably one of us will be sick. So I’m going to go trolling the internet looking for a new doc now.

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Girl Mogul



This is the shirt I’d like to get for MAM, because really, it about sums it up. At two years old, it sums up her spunk, her tenanciousness, and her ability to bring grown ups to her beck and call. Just yesterday she prompting me as to what I should say.

MAM: “Mama, what you need MAM?”
Me: “MAM, what do you need?”
MAM: “My blanket.”

MAM: “Mama, what wrong MAM?”
Me: “MAM, what’s wrong?”
MAM: “My finga hurts.”

With such ease she guides the conversation to wherever she chooses. I can see her navigating presidential primaries and caucuses with ease.

She organizes her farm animals and train cars, and moves them across the living room floor in formation–moving troops across enemy lines is a skill she’s already developing.

Ok, really whether she aspires to be commander-in-chief is something I’m going to leave up to her. But the message that she could be the leader of the free world, or a brain surgeon, or a rocket scientist is one that I want to communicate to her, starting now.

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