For Rae

Ok, so I have been neglecting you and my blog. Here's a picture for you to explain what I've been so busy doing:

Yes, I was a draw something junkie. That lovely piece of artwork was sent to me by my son. While I was at a dance recital. It took like a minute and a half to unfold on my phone screen and I was hysterical by the time it was done. I did, though, guess beaver before he was kind enough to spell it out for me.

My new crack of choice is song pop:

See all the quitters? They can't handle my fabulousity. And I have to leave that shit up there until 7pm on Sunday so I can get my notes for kicking their asses. I also play words with friends (boring) and skywords. I love skywords so much that I signed up for a tournament and I am getting my ass handed to me by a bunch of hoity-toity brits that know way more fancy words than I do. I keep begging them to play me in song pop so I can redeem myself.

So there. I have been super busy all summer working 60 hours a week and hanging out in my hot tub trying not to drop my iphone.

If anyone wants a game, my username is christy.c.mooney!

More Sentences Should Start This Way

Do you know what words just came out of my mouth?

"Where's my lard?"

Supper is going to be SPECTACULAR!

Best Day Ever

No, not really. But it's pretty dang good.

First of all, I got invited to join pinterest! Funny, I didn't care about it until I found out it was exclusive. But I got in! For the first time ever!

Oh, there was also that call where that nurse lady told me I do NOT have liver disease. Just a slightly Rubenesque liver. She might have called it something else, but all I heard was Rubenesque. And Chardonnay. I definitely heard Chardonnay.

Gotta run, I have lots of lost time to make up for. Then do a little tipsy pinning!

shhhhh

Don't tell the doctor.

My Last Hurrah

So, remember when I found out I was sick? And then I found out I wasn't, really?

Well, I had one more test and guess what? It said that I was definitely sick, but maybe not.

Confused? Yeah, me too. And also? My doctor. She's confused, too. That's why I am going to the country's best liver specialist tomorrow. I've been busy arranging all of my lab tests in chronological order. And highlighting the dates of the tests. And using fancy paper clips to fasten said groups of lab tests. Then binding them all together with these wee tiny little clips that I found at the stationery store.

See, I needed something to distract myself. And it's not for the reason that you might think. See, I called the hospital the doctor is affiliated with in St. Louis to "expedite my services" tomorrow and found out that they were unable to reach an agreement with Blue Cross and so they no longer accept my insurance. The doctor does, but the hospital doesn't. And the hospital owns the doctor, they tell me, so it doesn't matter that the doctor sent me a letter that says, come on down, see me, we'll take Blue Cross! The hospital says no.

So what did I do? I cried, of course.

That'll show them.

Once I stopped sniveling I started making calls. First to Blue Cross, who were absolutely no help, and then to my secondary insurance. See, I'm really lucky. Both me and my husband have insurance so I get to double dip. And in this instance, my secondary insurance will pay what my useless primary won't. So I get to see the best liver doctor in the country. Who will most likely tell me to stop drinking.

So? Tonight I drink. A lot.

I hope you still like me when I'm sober.