Everything was Fine, Until it was Not Fine

I’ve had my own health insurance since I was hired for my current position in June of 2007.  Before that, I had individual health insurance (which, dear God, even at 22 and relatively healthy, the premiums were a fucking nightmare – especially when you’re only making $7.50 an hour and only working 32 hours a week).  In college, I was covered under my father’s insurance.

Apparently, my father has been paying for my coverage under his health plan since the last day I was eligible (December 31 2006).  Mind you, if I tried to use an insurance ID card through his group coverage, not only would I be denied coverage, I could probably be penalized for fraud.  Several times, my father has been on the company website and tried to remove me as a covered individual, but to no avail.  I guess he finally went down to HR and made sure it was taken care of.

Today, in the mail, I received information on COBRA coverage because, hey, I’m no longer being “covered” by my father’s company’s group insurance.

The reason cited for the discontinuation of my health insurance coverage?

DIVORCED SPOUSE

…Wasn’t there some paper work that I was supposed to fill out for the disolution of my marraige?

What is this “Burnout” of Which You Speak?

After picking up graduate school classes, a jewelry-making class, working on starting up ArgentAurum, Beaumont Alumnae work, and now Shaker Arts Council, I feel like the high school/college extra-curricular over-achiever I never was.

Maybe if I’m lucky, I’ll get into Harvard…

Wrap it in Paper, Tie it with a Bow

In odd news, I have a lot of Christmas-detritus rolling around the trunk of my car.  I can’t even say that it’s post-Christmas-detritus, because it would only be named that simply because it’s post-Christmas, and it’s still in my trunk.  This is not-even-used-Christmas-detritus. Never-even-saw-Christmas-detritus.

In my trunk, I have six rolls of fresh wrapping paper, a bag of 100 bows, two packs of unopened Christmas cards (secular, thank you very much), and Christmas-light storage “thingies” (for lack of a better term – all I know is there supposed to keep the lights from getting tangled – which, let’s face it, is more of a hope than a reality).

The Boy and I collected these things sometime after Christmas and before New Year’s.  It wasn’t that long ago when I had to fight him into Wal-Mart to enjoy the Christmas creep, when everything felt so fresh and new with the promise of a Joyeux Noel.  But, the original point of the shopping trip was to buy a DVD player, because I figured I’d be the last person on Earth to purchase one as everyone begins switching over to Blu-Ray, and I figured as long as we were at Wal-Mart, we might as well get Christmas stuff on sale.

God, there is nothing sadder than the Christmas aisle the day after Christmas.  There was picked-over aisle after picked-over aisle of Christmas Crap, with a few of Lake County’s finest residents trying to find a good deal on summer-sausage-and-cheese-gift-sets.

I don’t know why we bought this stuff.  Last year, I got a two-foot Christmas tree from Martha Stewart Everyday at K-Mart in the after-Christmas clearance for $2, and I have never taken it out of the box.  I don’t even know where the ornaments are that I purchased to go with it.  I guess I’m hoping that if I ever actually get the chance to live with The Boy before I turn 90, I’ll have the energy to cart all of this stuff to our new home.  The reality, however, is that I get so burned out when I move, there is a strong chance that I’m just going to throw everything away.

But, I do want to get it out of the trunk of my car, so perhaps when I’m feeling industrious, I’ll buy a container to keep it in and actually move it under my bed until it gets moved and sits in another closet.

Book List

83. Read all of the books on a book list of my choosing. [In Progress?]

Well, after an ill-fated decision to be a part of the 1% Well-Read Challenge, I’ve had to re-evaluate.  Not to say that I don’t think that it’s noble to read some of the best-written books in history, but the reality was that I have already read 1% of the books on the list, and the rest felt a lot like prescribed summer reading from high school.  The only book that I ever willingly read for summer reading was Cat’s Eye by Margaret Atwood (which is, coincidentally, on the book list).  That’s one book out of the nine I had to read in four years (well, actually, eight, because I had to read the same book twice when I transferred from one high school to the other).

So, I’ve chosen another book list.  The Milan Jacovich mysteries by mystery writer Les Roberts, who has adopted Cleveland as his second home.  I’ve already read a few of the books, and being an native Clevelander, love that the settings in the books are very familiar to me.

The Milan Jacovich Mysteries
Pepper Pike ( 1988 )
Full Cleveland ( 1989 )
Deep Shaker ( 1991 )
The Cleveland Connection ( 1993 )
The Lake Effect ( 1994 )
The Duke Of Cleveland ( 1995 )
Collision Bend ( 1996 )
The Cleveland Local ( 1997 )
A Shoot In Cleveland ( 1998 )
The Best Kept Secret ( 1999 )
The Indian Sign ( 2000 )
The Dutch ( 2001 )
The Irish Sports Pages ( 2002 )
King of the Holly Hop ( 2008 )
(by the way, all of these books can be found on Amazon.)

I saw that Roberts had written his memoir, We’ll Always Have Cleveland, which I’m also interested in reading.  One of the things that Robert’s really nailed in his books was Clevelanders and their fierce sense of city pride, so even though he’s not a native Clevelander, I’m curious to see what his opinions about this city are.

As a side note, I’m a little surprised that I never ran into Roberts in the fifteen years I lived on the border of Cleveland Heights.  I’ve been to his favorite restaurant on the Heights several times, and a lot of the other focal points he’s known to have be-bopped around, including working for an entire summer in a very famous Cleveland bakery he’s written about.  I wonder if I could adapt Goal #71 and meet him in person.  That’s doesn’t make me a stalker, does it?

Resing on my Laurels

I spent the worst afternoon on the phone, getting transferred back and forth across several different departments, but I did it.  I am enrolled as a student, working towards my MBA.

There are several things that still need to be taken care of, including finding out what happened to my fucking FAFSA information, anduying my text books, and getting parking squared away, and doing a dry-run on the drive time….

But for now, I’m just going to enjoy the fact that I am beginning my quest for alphabet soup at the end of my name.