Miscellaneous
Dec. 10th, 2006 10:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
same_skyI must must must get some serious shopping done tomorrow. Christmas falls awkwardly this year, so that there aren't enough weekends beforehand in which to shop. Yes, yes, there is an entire year of weekends, same as always, but.. that's not the point. I had to recreate my master Christmas list today, and I was disturbed to find that I still have most everyone left to buy for. That is not good. I did decide to trim four people off my list tonight because I have been buying gifts for them for years and I always felt very resentful about it for reasons dealing with the family history. That's progress of the best sort! And I get to feel like a Grinch all at the same time!
I am having trouble getting motivated about Christmas cards this year. I can't believe it's already the 10th. I really need to get at least one of them in the mail as soon as I can because it needs to arrive internationally before the 22nd or so, but it is to a person who writes the most lovely things on the inside of her cards, and I tend to write things like "Merry Christmas" and call it done. I think she made me cry last year. THE PRESSURE IS KILLING ME. The reason I don't write meaningful things on the inside of holiday cards is because I am horrible at it, and also a wee bit lazy. Mainly just bad at it, though.
I made fun of M recently for saying that he was going downstairs to "clean" and then disappearing into the basement, but no cleaning ever actually got done. He spent the entire day today down there, exclusively cleaning and organizing, and it looks so nice! Still a bit dusty, but nice! Well. As nice as a woodshop is going to look, anyway. Of course, I marked off several things from MY to-do list in the time he was working on one. Ahem. Just because mine were things like "make list" and "clean out purse" and "pay bills" doesn't mean anything. I did fill out an insurance prescription claim form, though. I've been working on the silly thing for weeks. It looks like the potential for getting back over a hundred bucks would have motivated me, but no, apparently not. The form required a physician DEA number, with no input about what that was or where to find it. Google said that it was a required number on the prescription, but it sure wasn't located on any of the bottles, or in any of my paperwork from the doctor's office, or in the history of prescriptions from my pharmacy. The thing is that when you get a prescription and need to fill out a claim form because the insurance wouldn't pay for it? That means you have already paid for it, which means that you have given them the prescription slip already. I didn't even have one for this because they called it in directly. Paperwork. I think they make things like that up just so people will give up and stop asking about it. I called the WalMart pharmacy and asked them if they could find it for me. I hate using the phone, so it was a bold move. I must say that they are extremely helpful. Last time I had to call them, they gave me the name and number of another pharmacy in town that would be able to fill my prescription since they couldn't. That's pretty hot customer service right there. (The other pharmacy, btw, is one of those locally owned places that the anti-Walmart crowds want me to go to, and that I would personally love to frequent, if not for the fact that they sucked balls, which is why I'm filling out this claim form in the first place.)
Oh! Then M's dad called this afternoon, very excited. They had been out for a walk today in the approximate neighborhood that M used to live in, and saw that his house was not only for sale, but there was an open house going on, so they got to go in and look at it! Pretty coincidental, especially considering that they don't live that close to where he lived. Here's the listing. Wow. It's about four hundred square feet. When M lived there, it had one bedroom, a living room, a kitchen and a bathroom. Now it has two bedrooms (one the size of a closet) and they had.. well, interesting design ideas. See pictures. I lived there for three months and I wouldn't have recognized a single picture from the inside. I wish you could see the pictures from before. I'm not sure where they are or I would show you. Literally, the only thing that's the same is the floor, which M and his dad put in, the outside walls and the location of the bathroom and kitchen (though they made it smaller.) It was so much fun to see the pictures. Also, a little sad. That's MY house, darnit! It never actually was, so that's a ridiculous thing to say, but it was sort of the first place that the two of us lived.. even if we weren't really living together so much as I was staying the summer with him. Sometimes I really do wish that we had moved there for a while. The problem is just that I would not have wanted to stay long-term, I don't think. I'm a spoiled brat who would miss my mommy and daddy too much. Anyway, the guy who bought it from M had said that he was going to change a lot of stuff, so we have often wondered how it turned out. I'm glad that we got to find out.
I am having trouble getting motivated about Christmas cards this year. I can't believe it's already the 10th. I really need to get at least one of them in the mail as soon as I can because it needs to arrive internationally before the 22nd or so, but it is to a person who writes the most lovely things on the inside of her cards, and I tend to write things like "Merry Christmas" and call it done. I think she made me cry last year. THE PRESSURE IS KILLING ME. The reason I don't write meaningful things on the inside of holiday cards is because I am horrible at it, and also a wee bit lazy. Mainly just bad at it, though.
I made fun of M recently for saying that he was going downstairs to "clean" and then disappearing into the basement, but no cleaning ever actually got done. He spent the entire day today down there, exclusively cleaning and organizing, and it looks so nice! Still a bit dusty, but nice! Well. As nice as a woodshop is going to look, anyway. Of course, I marked off several things from MY to-do list in the time he was working on one. Ahem. Just because mine were things like "make list" and "clean out purse" and "pay bills" doesn't mean anything. I did fill out an insurance prescription claim form, though. I've been working on the silly thing for weeks. It looks like the potential for getting back over a hundred bucks would have motivated me, but no, apparently not. The form required a physician DEA number, with no input about what that was or where to find it. Google said that it was a required number on the prescription, but it sure wasn't located on any of the bottles, or in any of my paperwork from the doctor's office, or in the history of prescriptions from my pharmacy. The thing is that when you get a prescription and need to fill out a claim form because the insurance wouldn't pay for it? That means you have already paid for it, which means that you have given them the prescription slip already. I didn't even have one for this because they called it in directly. Paperwork. I think they make things like that up just so people will give up and stop asking about it. I called the WalMart pharmacy and asked them if they could find it for me. I hate using the phone, so it was a bold move. I must say that they are extremely helpful. Last time I had to call them, they gave me the name and number of another pharmacy in town that would be able to fill my prescription since they couldn't. That's pretty hot customer service right there. (The other pharmacy, btw, is one of those locally owned places that the anti-Walmart crowds want me to go to, and that I would personally love to frequent, if not for the fact that they sucked balls, which is why I'm filling out this claim form in the first place.)
Oh! Then M's dad called this afternoon, very excited. They had been out for a walk today in the approximate neighborhood that M used to live in, and saw that his house was not only for sale, but there was an open house going on, so they got to go in and look at it! Pretty coincidental, especially considering that they don't live that close to where he lived. Here's the listing. Wow. It's about four hundred square feet. When M lived there, it had one bedroom, a living room, a kitchen and a bathroom. Now it has two bedrooms (one the size of a closet) and they had.. well, interesting design ideas. See pictures. I lived there for three months and I wouldn't have recognized a single picture from the inside. I wish you could see the pictures from before. I'm not sure where they are or I would show you. Literally, the only thing that's the same is the floor, which M and his dad put in, the outside walls and the location of the bathroom and kitchen (though they made it smaller.) It was so much fun to see the pictures. Also, a little sad. That's MY house, darnit! It never actually was, so that's a ridiculous thing to say, but it was sort of the first place that the two of us lived.. even if we weren't really living together so much as I was staying the summer with him. Sometimes I really do wish that we had moved there for a while. The problem is just that I would not have wanted to stay long-term, I don't think. I'm a spoiled brat who would miss my mommy and daddy too much. Anyway, the guy who bought it from M had said that he was going to change a lot of stuff, so we have often wondered how it turned out. I'm glad that we got to find out.
