Manic Monday turned into Maahvelous Monday
26 Oct 2009 2 Comments
in Fun Tags: flowers, pay it forward, surprise
Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.
~Mark Twain
By 9 a.m., I was itching to write a post about how this had been a pretty crappy Monday and a pretty crappy way to start the week.
It started out earlier than I expected because Skah had decided that he was going to pace and pace and pace the hardwood floors in the livingroom and the *PLOP* his 120-pound self down onto the floor only to get up and pace again because he felt that at 5:30 in the morning, it was time to get up.
After taking the dogs outside (and it was rainy and icky to stand out there), it was time to get their food. I opened the refrigerator because that’s where the open can of pumpkin is kept (in order to keep nasty Big D days from being repeated) for his daily food add-in. Yeah, as I was taking it out, I managed to spill an entire large bowl of garlic mashed cauliflower (awesome substitute for potatoes!) all down the shelves of fridge and all across the kitchen floor.
After cleaning that up, I was quite late getting ready for work when Huzzy called… at the time I was already supposed to be at work. So I did what any other good MilSpouse would do when a husband who is deployed calls… forget work and sit down and talk to him. So that lasted about half an hour so I was REALLY late for work, but wasn’t worried since I’m salaried and can make it up by staying late or taking a shorter lunch (I live 2 minutes from work).
Flowers from anonymous coworker
So I grabbed the brand new tweed peacoat that I also purchased and went to head out the door… only to notice that they left the security ink tag on it. And I had put my only other jacket that I have left in Michigan in the wash. Luckily it was 50 outside so while it was chilly, I didn’t NEED it. But I sure wasn’t happy to have to go back to the store to get it taken off. Halfway to work, I realized that I had forgotten my cell phone at work. Fan-flippin-tastic.
And that was all by 9 a.m.
Nothing else happened that made the day worse, but the start just kinda ruined it and it just felt crappy. Until the afternoon.
I was in a co-worker’s office that she shares with two other people (a very large office) and commented that the other female co-worker’s flowers that she got a few weeks ago were amazing since they were just now dying. Then I mentioned how I’ve only received flowers at work from Huzzy once (got flowers twice total since we met). I also said I wasn’t complaining especially since he remembered that I loved daisies and made sure those were in the vase.
Two hours later, I get a call from the front desk saying I had flowers waiting for me. I almost started crying because I couldn’t believe what a coincidence it was for Huzzy to send me flowers just a few hours after mentioning that he’s only sent me them once at work. I mentioned this to my office mate and she was extremely excited too.
So I went down to get the flowers and was blinking back the tears of joy. I read on the card, “And now it’s two.” And they were yellow daisies.
Um… that wasn’t from Huzzy. So I went straight upstairs to coworker’s office and told her that she didn’t need to send me the flowers and but that I appreciated them. She insisted that she didn’t send them and suggested that maybe my husband did send them.
So I went back to my office and called the flower shop to inquire as to who sent them. The guy on the other end said he didn’t know who it was and that it looked like it had been paid in cash. So I asked him if they were ordered today or sometime in the past and he said today. Obviously that wasn’t Huzzy since he’s somewhere in the Pacific.
Then I started thinking that there WAS one other person in the room when coworker and I had our conversation. Coworker #3… a guy who I’ve not always had the best working relationship with and who will be retiring in a few years. So I went to him and told him the same thing… that he really shouldn’t have but that I appreciated it. He, too, insisted that it wasn’t him.
So coworker #1 and I went back to check the card and it definitely looked very similar to coworker #3′s writing. So I went back to him and he still insisted that it wasn’t him. I decided that it has to be one of those two and that it could possibly be both of them. So I told them that if they did it, they totally made my day because I was having a bad one. And I thanked them.
I think I’m going to write a thank you letter and address it to both of them. Just telling them that I’m still pretty sure it was one of them and that it’s fine if they don’t want to come forward but that they totally made my day. And I’m going to promise to pay it forward one day. Because I feel that is very important. I’ve done it in the past and it is just such a wonderful feeling.
Starting a New Running Program
25 Oct 2009 1 Comment
in Working Out/Exercise Tags: Couch to 5K, exercise, jogging, military, Navy, running, running program, walking
I have to exercise in the morning before my brain figures out what I’m doing.
~Marsha Doble
My toe is pretty much healed. A bit tender in spots, but mostly healed. So I need to get back to my running. Or, rather, just start running.
Other MilSpouses on SpouseBuzz and in other MilSpouse blogs (like High Heels and Combat Boots and Most Certainly Not) are trying a program called Cool Running: The Couch-to-5K Running Program. It looks very simple, and from what I’m hearing from others, it really works. And in only two months and only 25-30 minutes three times a week!
I’m going to start the week of November 8… when I get done with my first week of active duty. If I can’t do it right away, I’ll start the next week. We’ll see how tough the first week or two is for me… I might skip ahead few weeks!
Anyone want to start with me? You can do it with the goal of distance or time. I’d love to have someone start this out with me!
Here’s the program:
Week 1
Workout 1, 2, & 3: Brisk 5-minute warm-up walk. Then alternate 60 seconds of running with 90 seconds of walking for a total of 20 minutes.
Week 2
Workout 1, 2, & 3: Brisk 5-minute warm-up walk. Then alternate 90 seconds of jogging and two minutes of walking for a total of 20 minutes.
Week 3
Workout 1, 2, & 3: Brisk 5-minute warm-up walk. Then two repetitions of the following:
- Jog 200 yards (or 90 seconds)
- Walk 200 yards (or 90 seconds)
- Jog 400 yards (or 3 minutes)
- Walk 400 yards (or 3 minutes)
Week 4
Workout 1, 2, & 3: Brisk 5-minute warm-up walk. Then do the following:
- Jog 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)
- Walk 1/8 mile (or 90 seconds)
- Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)
- Walk 1/4 mile (or 2 1/2 minutes)
- Jog 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)
- Walk 1/8 mile (or 90 seconds)
- Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)
Week 5
Workout 1: Brisk 5-minute warm-up walk.
- Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)
- Walk 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)
- Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)
- Walk 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)
- Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)
Workout 2: Brisk 5-minute warm-up walk.
- Jog 3/4 mile (or 8 minutes)
- Walk 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)
- Jog 3/4 mile (or 8 minutes)
Workout 3: Brisk 5-minute warm-up walk. Then jog 2 miles (or 20 minutes) with no walking.
Week 6
Workout 1: Brisk 5-minute warm-up walk.
- Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)
- Walk 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)
- Jog 3/4 mile (or 8 minutes)
- Walk 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)
- Jog 1/2 mile (or 5 minutes)
Workout 2: Brisk 5-minute warm-up walk.
- Jog 1 mile (or 10 minutes)
- Walk 1/4 mile (or 3 minutes)
- Jog 1 mile (or 10 minutes)
Workout 3: Brisk 5-minute warm-up walk. Then jog 2 1/4 miles (or 25 minutes) with no walking.
Week 7
Workout 1, 2 & 3: Brisk 5-minute warm-up walk. Then jog 2.5 miles (or 25 minutes) with no walking.
Week 8
Workout 1, 2 & 3: Brisk 5-minute warm-up walk. Then jog 2.75 miles (or 28 minutes) with no walking.
Week 9
Workout 1, 2 & 3: Brisk 5-minute warm-up walk. Then jog 3 miles (or 30 minutes).
The Only Constant is Change
24 Oct 2009 1 Comment
in Grrrr, Marriage, Navy, deployment Tags: deployment, grrr, Navy
We are never prepared for what we expect.
~James A. Michener, Caravans
I never really explained all the frustration of this post. When I saw Huzzy and spent two weeks with him back in August, we both 
knew that we would most likely not see one another again until he returned from deployment. Of course, we also knew that there was a small chance that I could see him again when I came out in October to go to my drill weekend. Knowing our luck, we were pretty sure it would be next year before we saw one another again.
So it came as a huge kick in the teeth when we found out that pretty much at the exact time I was scheduled to land in Seattle for my drill weekend was pretty much the exact time he was scheduled to fly off to meet the boat that is forward deployed in an area which I can’t talk about due to OPSEC. I mean, I know we planned on not seeing each other again, but to find out that we’d miss each other by less than a few hours was horrible.
So we quickly made some calculations and decided that we were going to spend the extra money to change my plane tickets and head out there early so we could see each other one last time. I decided to leave a few days in between just in case the date was upped again.
In the end, it didn’t matter because his leave date was changed again… until quite a bit later than the original date. So he was still there when I finished my drill weekend and we were able to spend several fantastic days together.
The few days where I thought Huzzy and I would be missing each other by mere minutes was the most frustrating thing I’ve experienced in my life, but it ended up to be some absolutely perfect few days with him. Actually, because they were unexpected days, we just savored them and they were that much sweeter.
Friday Funny #11: Skah the Huge Puppy
23 Oct 2009 Leave a Comment
in Friday Funny, Skah, dogs Tags: dog video, Friday Funny, funny dog video, funny video, Great Pyrenees
I’ve always thought that a big laugh is a really loud noise from the soul saying, “Ain’t that the truth.”
~Quincy Jones
It’s time for the next “Friday Funny.” As a Navy wife with a husband who isn’t home much (and is deployed right now) sometimes things can get a bit melancholy.
Please join me with the “Friday Funny” meme. It can be anything from a comment that made you laugh or a funny story or even a funny photo/video you have seen. Leave a comment if you post one and I’ll visit your blog to see!
This week’s is another video of our Great Pyrenees Skah. He’s 21 months old and definitely looks like an adult dog… but he’s still a puppy most of the time! Here he’s playing “wild dog” in a very small room!
Freak-Out Wednesday
22 Oct 2009 1 Comment
in Marriage, deployment Tags: baby, pregnant, scare
Now that it’s all over, what did you really do yesterday that’s worth mentioning?
~Coleman Cox
Yesterday, I freaked out. Why? Because I was driving to the other side of the state (yes, a 5 hour round trip!) to go to
One day I want to see these... just not now!
my follow-up appointment for this blasted toe.
And while I was driving, I was thinking of all the things I needed to accomplish (as ya do!). My mind fell on “I need to pick up my birth control prescription by Sunday.” You see, back in August, my *uh-hem* womanly time fell during one of the two weeks I was supposed to be spending with Huzzy. Not only that, but it was during the time that we were going whitewater rafting and camping. In woods that have bears. Who like… dead things. Kinda like… oh never mind, you get it.
Anyway, I decided that instead of taking the dummy pills, I’d just start on my next pack so I’d skip that lovely time all together. I figured when Huzzy was gone on the submarine that I’d just get back on the regular schedule and with him not around, we wouldn’t have to worry about any… ooopies. So that’s what I was doing this time around.
As I was driving and remembering to pick up my prescription, I realized it had been a while since I’d been off the BC (which I had to do to get back on my normal routine of my “week” starting on Sunday). Then I started thinking… Oh. My. God. It’s been many days since I took that last pill. Um, something should have happened by now. And it hasn’t. And I’m usually bemoaning the fact that it comes early.
Now, Huzzy and I want children for sure. It’s just that right now, with us only having been together for 9 weeks out of our now 7 month marriage… well, we kinda want to spend some time together. Not to mention the fact that I may not have a job yet when our house sells so we will be reaaaally strapped for money. And we just can’t do that right now.
So as soon as I figured that out, I remembered that it would have been my dad’s 62nd birthday that day. Hmm. Then the next billboard sign was for a birthing center and featured a big smiling baby with “Happy Birth Day” on it. Hmm.
Then I turned on the radio to distract myself and what comes on? Carrie Underwood’s All American Girl, the song I love to use to tease my husband with because he wants boys and I want at least one girl (he’s terrified to have a girl). The song lyrics include, “Since the day they got married/He’d been praying for a little baby boy/…..But when the nurse came in with a little pink blanket/All those big dreams changed.”
And since I’m big on “signs” I was really starting to freak out. Then I thought back to the other day when I smelled something that the firefighters didn’t. Um, isn’t a sign of pregnancy an enhanced sense of smell?
I kept trying to tell myself that I wasn’t pregnant. I didn’t feel differently. I wasn’t throwing up. And that I was on birth control. So it shouldn’t happen, right? So after I came home from the doctor’s appointment, I stopped at the store to pick up a test… a digital one so I couldn’t imagine a faint line or anything… and brought it home to use this morning (’cause I know that’s when the hormones are concentrated).
Of course, by the time I got home, I was starting to notice some signs of Aunt Flo visiting. And by this morning, I was pretty sure she was definitely going to show up. I watch the “I Didn’t Know I Was Pregnant” series too much to be completely sure of myself, so I took the test this morning. Whew. No unplanned joy on the way. I want kids eventually, but it’s just not the best time–for us or for potential babies–right now.
So yeah, I feel better. And better yet, the doctor said that since I’m 2 weeks post-removal of the growth on my toe, it now only has a “slim” chance of returning. Yay!!!
I’m just going to ignore the sore throat that is starting…
Flashing Lights
20 Oct 2009 3 Comments
in Grrrr Tags: fire, fire department, house fire
I’ve developed a new philosophy… I only dread one day at a time.
~Charlie Brown (Charles Schulz)
The fire department just left. And I still don’t feel much better. But let me back up.
This morning when I got up, I smelled something that smelled hot. Not smoke or anything, just… hot. I thought nothing of it and thought that my blankets had overlapped the furnace register and were smelling a bit warm. I removed those and went on with my morning routine of taking the dogs outside, showering, feeding the pups and then getting ready for work.
That’s when I went back into the hallway and smelled the “hot” again. Very faintly though. I went into the bedroom to get some clean socks and smelled it even stronger in there. I went back out into the hallway and into the kitchen on my way to the basement to get a sweater from the clean laundry pile. On my way there, I stopped immediately because it just hit me. I smelled something hot. Very strongly. That wasn’t normal. That wasn’t good.
So I backed up and started sniffing all over the house. Nope, not in the kitchen. Not in the livingroom. Not in the guest bedroom. Not in the cat room/office. Slightly in the hallway. Not in the bathroom. Oooo… yup, just in the bedroom. Definitely smelling hot in the bedroom. Hot like when you leave your curling iron on too long and it has hair wrapped around it and it burns.
So I immediately unplugged everything, which was just the alarm clock and the box fan that Skah has blowing on him at night. I sniffed in the closet where the attic access is… nope, not in there. Ran my hand over the walls and the electrical outlets… not hot. So I headed down to the basement to sniff around there… including the furnace. Nope, nothing. I even opened up my windows and sniffed outside just in case it was coming from the neighbor’s house. Nope.
So with Huzzy on deployment, who do I call for advice? My mommy. She suggested calling an electrician. So I called my Realtor’s realty partner since her company has registered everything, including electricians. They put in my windows, sliding glass door and put in the floor in my kitchen. Had to leave a message. So I called my Realtor. Had to leave a message.
By now, I was starting to panic. I knew I couldn’t leave and just go to work. I’d never forgive myself if the house went up and the dogs and cats were inside. So I decided to call the non-emergency police department. That person said I needed to talk to dispatch.
Now, I don’t want to call the fire department or the police if it isn’t serious. But dispatch did and the fire department came out to check out the house. None of the three men could smell the hot (which, by this point, I could smell about four feet farther away from the bedroom… it was stronger). This bugged me because I knew I wasn’t just smelling things.
They brought in their infrared heat sensors and even a CO monitor. Nope, nothing. Even had me kick on the furnace to see if that was it. They asked me if I recently turned on my furnace for the first time in the season. Nope, it’s been on for about a month.
So they left. The only thing they possibly think it might be was the motor on the box fan that I have blowing on Skah at night. I still smell it. I feel better that there’s nothing hot in the walls and no CO. But I still smell it. And that bothers me.
Right now, I’m opening up the house to air it out in hopes that the smell goes away and just doesn’t come back. I think I’m going to come back at lunch just to make sure everything is okay. The thought of leaving my animals–who have no way to get out of the house–scares me. I don’t know what I would do if something happened to them like a fire. The guilt just might kill me.
But I’m sure everything will be fine. Nothing is “hot” in my house and the fire department had no problem leaving. So I’ll try and feel the same way.
Ugh… but I feel like bursting into tears from embarrassment (them NOT finding anything), happiness (them NOT finding anything) and fear (that they DID NOT find anything and I still smell it). I really want to talk to Huzzy about this because he can usually make me feel better. But he doesn’t need to worry about this when he’s about to be away from any sort of communication with me for several months. So I ‘ll just keep it to myself (yes, he does know about this blog, and I sent him a link a long time ago, but he ALWAYS forgets what the website is to find it!).
Friday Funny #10: Skah, the Scary Guard Dog
16 Oct 2009 1 Comment
in Friday Funny, Fun, Navy, Skah, Video, dogs Tags: dog video, funny dog video, funny video, funny YouTube video, Great Pyrenees
With the fearful strain that is on me night and day, if I did not laugh I should die.
~Abraham Lincoln
It’s time for the next “Friday Funny.” As a Navy wife with a husband who isn’t home much (and is deployed right now) sometimes things can get a bit melancholy.
Please join me with the “Friday Funny” meme. It can be anything from a comment that made you laugh or a funny story or even a funny photo/video you have seen. Leave a comment if you post one and I’ll visit your blog to see!
This one is from my own home. Skah is our now 21 month old Great Pyrenees. We found out when he was 10 months old that he is completely deaf. We specifically chose this breed (well, Huzzy did) because he wanted a guard dog that he could feel comfortable leaving his family with whenever the Navy called him away (which is often, since he’s active duty).
While I was gone drilling (I’m a Navy reservist) the other week, he saw a big, scary garbage can while on a walk at my mom’s house and started barking a “low, mean, scary bark that meant business” (according to my mom). He really was trying to protect her. Which is awesome, because that means his guarding ability is starting.
But it’s not quite all the way there, as evidenced by the other night’s fun….
(please ignore the messy countertops, I’d just gone grocery shopping)
Thursday Thirteen #10: 13 Reasons I Hate Winter
15 Oct 2009 1 Comment
in Thursday Thirteen Tags: hate winter, Thursday Thirteen, winter, winter blues
Winter is nature’s way of saying, “Up yours.”
~Robert Byrne
It’s time for the Thursday Thirteen again. If you have a Thursday Thirteen of your own, leave your website in the comments section and I’ll try my darndest to visit it 
I can’t believe I’m still living in Michigan. I thought for sure that I’d be in Washington by fall. I am SO not wanting to deal with another Michigan winter. So, in honor of the fact that it actually SNOWED today (no accumulation, thank God), I thought I’d find a fitting “Thursday Thirteen.” So here it is:
13 Reasons I Hate Winter
- It takes 5 minutes just to put on all your outwear so you can walk the 2 seconds to your car to turn it on so that it can warm up 10 minutes. Driving on a super-cold engine isn’t good. Then you go back inside, take off your outerwear, do something for five minutes (’cause if you leave your outerwear on too long you get too hot… and then it doesn’t feel like you are wearing anything when you go back outside) and then start putting it all back on.
- It takes significantly longer to take the dogs outside. Greyhounds need jackets when humans need jackets. And Skah, the fuzzy wonder dog, looooooooves the snow (hey, his breed originated in the mountains!) and usually likes to take lots of time outside.
- It is dark when I get up. I hate this. It makes me feel like I didn’t get enough sleep.
- It is dark when I get home. I hate this, too. Makes me feel like it’s bedtime and I don’t get much accomplished.
- Shoveling snow. Back-breaking work. ‘Nuff said.
- It’s tough to stay active in winter when you can’t go outside for more than 5 minutes because the -20 degree weather (yes, negative 20) means you start getting frostbite within minutes.
- Snow starts flying in October. It can fly through April. Heck, May has been known to have a 6-inch snowstorm. That’s seven months of winter. It feels like it never ends.
- Heating a house to 64-65 degrees (my normal temperature since the Greyhounds get too cold at the 62 I used to set the thermostat for) in sub-zero temps means $200+ electric bills a month. My hands and feet are cold from October to May. In fact, my nails are generally a lovely purple color most of that time due to the iciness of them.
- You know how pale Edward is in the Twilight series? He looks like he has a tan compared to how I look mid-February. If I don’t wear foundation and blush, people will continually ask, “Oh my gosh… you look horrible… are you feeling okay?” Stupid translucent skin (though I am lucky that it tans nicely in the summer).
- Dirty snow. Everywhere. Snow that doesn’t melt for 3+ months at a time gets realllly dirty along driveways and roads. It’s not pretty. In fields, yes… but everywhere else, it’s pretty darn ugly a few days after it falls.
- Other drivers. Seriously… if it is snowing/icing/sleeting… slow the &*$@ down! I can drive just fine in the snow. However, I’m not a miracle worker who can magically avoid all the idiots on the road who think that since they have an SUV or snow tires that that somehow makes them magically be able to drive 60 mph on an ice-covered road.
- We have mostly deciduous trees around here. Which is absolutely gorgeous in the spring, summer and fall (which constitutes only 5 months of the year, COMBINED). Not so in the winter. The trees look dead with no leaves and combine that with the dirty snow and the fact that it gets dark at 5 p.m. and you have one very depressing landscape.
- People who say that they’d rather deal with a Michigan winter than a Florida summer. Let’s look at this from a numbers point of view. When I was in school, we considered “room temperature” to be 72 degrees. This is the temperature that the majority of humans are comfortable at. For the sake of ease, let’s call it 70 degrees. So a Florida summer generally is in the 90s and 100s. Let’s be nice and say that with the heat index, it can easily get to 120 degrees. That is a 50 degree deviation from the generally accepted “comfortable” temp. The same 50 degrees the other way is 20 degrees. We can easily reach a -20 in real temp with the windchill at -30 (two winters ago I remember us sitting at -18 for three days and we rejoiced when after two weeks, we finally went above zero). Negative 30 is a 100 degree variation from the “comfortable” temp. That is a variation equivalent of 170 degrees on the hot end! So we deal with a wider range of deviation from “normal.” Yup, I’d rather deal with a hot summer than a freakin’ cold winter. Now, I don’t like hot, humid summers at all (and Michigan has those too!) but I’d rather deal with that than the cold of winter.
Stay tuned for tomorrow’s Friday Funny! I have a hilarious video of the fuzzy pup Skah and how “brave” he was last night.
Another Giveaway!
10 Oct 2009 3 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: giveaway
Never do anything that you wouldn’t want to explain to the paramedics.
~Author Unknown
The Mrs. over at Trying our Best is having another giveaway. This time it’s an adorable corduroy bag.
Giveaway from the Mrs. at Trying Our Best
I told it it’s cute, right? You can get up to three entries. One by posting a comment on her blog, one by blogging about it yourself and one for sending a Tweet out on Twitter. I’m going for a triple play myself!
Good luck!
I Love Being Right
08 Oct 2009 5 Comments
in Navy
They say that nobody is perfect. Then they tell you practice makes perfect. I wish they’d make up their minds.
~Wilt Chamberlain
My husband needs to listen to me more. Actually, he really is learning that. In fact, a few months ago, he said something to the effect of, “I need to just listen to you more and realize you are probably right.”
Well, Mrs. Right strikes again!
You see, I have been reading many a MilSpouse blog and have been on many MilSpouse forums and submarine wife forums and have been researching things. I know that the general consensus among spouses is that you need a power of attorney during deployment. Generally it’s for those stupid things that come up or to be able to get things done in the military sector.
Well, Huzzy fought me on it. He didn’t like the idea of someone being able to “have all that power” over his life. I advocated and argued with him that it really was a good idea to have it just in case. The idea was driven home when over the summer his student loans just mysteriously stopped being automatically withdrawn. He didn’t realize it for a few months (they were being taken out of his personal account). So it hit home that things COULD happen while he was gone. But that didn’t help out a whole lot. Some, but not much.
He decided that he’d give me some limited powers of attorney… one to sell his Jeep, one to buy a house and one to get a MWR loan in the case of an emergency. He neglected to get one to sign a lease to rent a house, which is what we are most likely going to do.
So when I saw him unexpectedly last week (yes, that’s part of the “I’ll tell you later” stuff) I again brought up the general power of attorney. I reminded him that if something happens in his personal checking account or if something happens to his student loans or any other financial things that I’m not on that I’d have no way to take care of it.
So he grudgingly gave me one and it arrived in the mail today.
And just in time.
Today I went to the dentist to not only get my six month cleaning, but also to get my dental form filled out that will let me go do that opportunity in Rhode Island next month. After getting a full set of x-rays (not just bite wings), the receptionist came back to tell me that the insurance said I wasn’t covered.
Um… Huzzy took care of that back in March after we were married. Or so I thought.
Yeah, I’m not covered. But guess what! I can sign myself up… with a power of attorney. Yes, less than a week after Huzzy left, I needed that POA that he only reluctantly gave me.
Ha! I win! Or rather, we kinda lose money since I had to pay for the x-rays and new patient exam out of pocket. But they let me reschedule my cleaning until after November 1st when I’ll be covered by dental.
But still… I was right again! 
