Hutson is the 2302nd most popular surname in the U.S.
Wolske is the 25892nd most popular name in the U.S.
Jones is the 4th most popular name in the U.S.
Pelland is the 26190th most popular name in the U.S.
I guess Mom and Gram win, though Mom relinquished bragging rights somewhere around August of 1969. (Sorry Dana-Jean!)
PS Second cup of senna leaf tea. I am SO looking forward to my lemonade!
This morning, I was worrying aloud about master cleanse, which I begin tonight. My loving, supportive husband was really being so kind about everything, reassuring me and the like.
J: Honey, I was wondering, since you are taking this on...
Me: Yes? (thinking he would offer to do the cleanse with me)
J: Would you like to sleep on my side of the bed? It is closer to the bathroom, afterall!
The entire saying, as per my mum is, "You can find sympathy in the dictionary-- between s%^t and turd."
Being married to a musician has some pretty cool perks. Free tickets to Mystere, backstage passes, name-dropping potential (not that I do this). Shoot, I even get laundry and the occasional hot meal out of the bargain!
What we don't have, however, is an employer-sponsored health plan. And until I finish school, it is highly unlikely that one will appear. We have been gambling the last 9 months and, knock on wood, have won. I have a couple of minor health concerns and am not too comfortable with the financial roulette we are playing. As far as pre-existing conditions go, I am ok (as far as NV state law). I haven't needed treatment for several years.
In my research for an HSA- elgible plan, I have come up pretty dry. I know somewhere out there there must be a PPO model that is HSA- friendly. I just haven't found one yet!
What I have found is a Health-Sharing plan. In particular, I have found Medi-Share, which is a non-insurance alternative. It brings Christians together to share medical expenses. Basically, the monthly "premium" is actually a share of your own or someone else's medical expenses. There are two plans, with deductibles and the like. The difference is that it is not underwritten by some corporation, but by the members themselves (or together, rather).
We still have to sit down and crunch the numbers, but this option appeals to me on a couple of different levels:
1) There is a certain level of accountability-- Medi-Share aims to encourage healthy, Biblical lifestyles. I am not sure if I understand the completely, but they don't allow smoking, illegal drugs, or alcohol "abuse." There is also a clause about excessive weight gain.
2) When you pay your share, you are also asked to pray for concerns of the community. You will know specifically who has a need at any giving time, and even send notes of encouragement.
3) The plan is affiliated with Beech Street PPO, and affords the benfits of discounts, penalty waivers, and so forth.
I know this is not ideal. Right now, however, we are keeping open minds and exploring all our options. Be it HSA, or health-sharing, our goal is to have something in place, and soon.
Ok, the Wolske boys are scrapping in the blogosphere. Here is my slightly less reactionary, slightly less bleeding-heart take on this subject:
Undocument workers, as we are encouraged to call them, are, for the most part, hard working people who want nothing more than to better themselves. As a US citizen, blessed enough to be born here, I cannot fault that. In fact, I applaud it. However, I cannot stomach this newspeak. Let's call a spade a spade. They are here illegally, however noble their reasons. Ok, that's done. I will hereafter refer to such persons as illegal immigrants.
I don't know if this is somehow undermining my husband's authority as head of our family, but I must take personal and public exception to his characterization of people crossing a "filthy desert" as different from other immigrants' arrivals. My great great grandfather was caught paoching hare on the king's propoerty in Wales and was subsequently sent to Canada. Not really all that different, when it comes down to it. Desperate people trying to feed their families.
Conversely, I can understand his frustration. I think much of my irritation stems from this idea that we perpetuae in out fair country-- that we don't have a culture. I remember it even being taught in school that "American Culture" was simply an amalgamation of other cultures. That may be so, but out of that we HAVE developed our own culture. To pretend otherwise is unfair, not only to ourselves, but to anyone who comes here expecting to not assimilate.
Here it is: WE HAVE OUR OWN CULTURE, PEOPLE!! In our culture, it is not acceptable to let your children run around the grocery store shouting and laughing. It is not acceptable in our culture to stop in the middle of the road and talk to your neighbor, holding up traffic. In our culture, we are pretty hung up things like personal space-- we like lots of it!! We also would rahter not be looked at for more than a few beats at a time in passing. In our culture, it is not commonplace to have 10 or more people living in one apartment. It is also not typical to have three generations in one household. Good, bad, or indifferent, these are traits of our "culture." If you come here, you should expect to somewhat adapt to our culture. That doesn't mean shed your heritage, it means enrich both your lives and ours by sharing, adapting, and sometimes sucking it up.
We have no official language in the US. Do I think it is a good thing? Not really, but I am realistic enough to recognize that the time for adopting one has long since passed. However, our culture (there it is again) is one of english language. Do you know that since the DMV has started ofering documents in Spanish they have been hit with a barrage of complaints that the documents are the wrong dialect? When will it end? In the interest of simplicity, let's put everything in Latin. It is easy to learn, and will improve your english, to boot!
I am all for social justice, for sure. We should work to change a system that is very obviously broken. However, we cannot ignore the consequences of illegal immigration. The idea that illegal immigrant take jobs that "Americans" don't want is only a half-truth. Illegal workers take jobs that US citizens don't want at that low wage. What it does is interfere with our economy, not on a local level, but on a much, larger, national scale (admittedly at a smaller rate than some would have us believe, but the impact is there nonetheless). And while we are talking of social justice, lets examine the people in our country most directly affected by this: low-wage earners. These are the men and women who would take these jobs, if it were not for the fact that there is someone else who will take it at a cut-rate. Is social justice only available for aliens?
Whether we think it fair or not, it remains that over eighty hospitals (that was an old number) in the state of California alone have had to close. They were bankrupted by indigent care. It is illegal, and I would argue immoral, for an emergency room to deny treatment. There have been enough people take advantage of this so as to create some major problems. Does anyone advocate this? I don't think so, but the fact remains.
(BTW Pregnancy is NOT covered on most individual healthplans. Only group coverage, usually)
Um, where was I? Oh yeah. Education. Nevermind, that is an entirely different post.
Ok, lets get down to the motion detectors... No sure how that would set on YOUR conscience, but I don't think I could sleep at night.
I also want to touch on something not yet mentioned. Not all of these people are coming here to provide a future for their children. Human smugglers and drug traffickers abound. Governors in New Mexico and Arizona have declared states of emergency in border counties to free up money. Law enforcement officers have been assaulted, private property has been vandalized and burgularized. Ranchers in border states are also paying directly. Mexican nationals who are apprehended have more rights than their US victims. Where is the social justice in that?
I am still looking for the article about the rancher who was attacked, but this shoudl do for now.
I think I can. For some time now, I have followed the journal of a young church planter in Ohio, Mark Palmer. I find now, at his passing, that I am far from alone.
His writings, his walk with Christ, his very life here on this earth left (and will continue to leave) footprints on my soul and those of countless others.
I first came upon his journal through Apex, a community of house churches here in the valley. Mark and his son Micah lost their wife and mother to stomach cancer in 2003. As Mark began to heal, it became apparent that God had sent Amy to them, to be wife to Mark and Mother to Micah.
Now, it seems that God gave them Amy to be Mother to Micah, and to tell him how much his Father and First Mother loved him. Last night, I went back and read Mark's journal from the beginning. I am awed by his strength and his faith. Throughout Jennifer's cancer and later his own, his character humbles me.
I admit to a longing for the community he has. I also recognize that what holds me back from such community is self. Maybe that can be my lesson learned from Palmer.
Well then, you MUST be crazy!
At least, that is one of the "outs" being explored by Afghan prosecutors. Abdul Rahman, a former aid worker has commited a capital offense. He converted away from the "peaceful religion" of Islam and has offened God. Apparently, God cannot take care of Abdul Rahman Himself, so the Afghan justice system will act in His stead.
And even so-called moderates are crying for his execution. Abdul Raoulf has said that Mr. Rahman has humiliated God.
Can we get a refund from the Afghan people? Let's just send them a bill, take this man off their hands, as he is so offensive, and get our men and women out of harm's way. I am not one to rail against the sacrifices of our men and women in uniform or their families, far from it. However, I do flirt with the idea that their sacrifices have been for a bunch of ingrates.
Who are we kidding? This is a country whose longest period of stability was less than fifty years!
I just think that we cannot win. Really. I mean, for years, the criticism was our double standard-- insist of liberty when it suits us, but look the other way when it comes to our allies. I remember Afghan women appearing on Oprah years ago complaining that we, the US were not doing anything to stop the Taliban. Now, we are and it is intference.
I know I am speaking out of emotion and not logic, but right now logic has been trumped by anger, indignation, and sympathy. Feel free to drive trucks through the holes in my reasoing...
New Toy #2
Originally uploaded by TheBassPlayersWife.
That got your attention, didn't it?
Well, in case you've been under a rock these last couple of weeks, J has acquired a new bass. It is the Schecter Stiletto Studio 5 String, and here he is with it. Mind you, this picture was taken while the packing material was still littering our living room floor!
If you want further details, just call! J will be glad to tell you ALL about it!
Man I love lent!
When I was living at home, my folks were big propoments of the "logical and natural consequences" school of child discipline, rather than doling "punishments." Though I have no children, I must have picked up something from Mudder and Dad.
Today, as I was cooking dinner,it reared its ugly head. I asked my DH to please step out to the grocery store for some hamburger buns (veggie stir-fry was on my completely anal-retentive menu list, but I was feeling spontaneous tonight). No response. I stuck my head into the computer room to make sure he heard me. "Ok, honey. In just a minute," he said.
Five minutes later, he's still in there, and I want dinner before he has to leave for band practice. So, rather than get upset, I grabbed to keys and dashed to Vons. That's when I saw it. Molson Canadian at $8.99 for a twelve-pack. At that price, who could turn it down? (Besides, we still need a few labels to fill out J's art project.)
I'm back home inside of 15 minutes and get dinner plated. Here he comes, looking suitably apologetic. "That's ok, Honey," I tell him, "You were talking to Betty. But if you could, please get my beer out of the truck? Thanks, sweetie!"
J said he never knew me to be cruel until tonight. And yet, I am unmoved. Had he gone to the grocery store, I never would have seen on sale. Yep, natural consequences, my friends. See, J gave up alcohol for Lent. But I didn't.
BTW, the label on this one is particularly funny. There is a drawing of a Brannock device, and the caption reads, "Look at my shoes, you'll be impressed"
Actually, this started out with me contemplating hostility yesterday morning, and this afternoon, after reading from so many people experiencing huge, devastating losses and uphill battles, I have reached an answer.
So, to misquote Edward R Murrow, THIS, I belive:
I believe that this world IS hostile. It is rough out there, people! If you doubt it, read some of the people to whom I linked above. They are fighting daily battles, real life and death battles. They have been knocked down so many times, I ache to think about it.
What is amazing is what these people are doing in their trials. They are praising. They are so full of Thanksgivng that I am ashamed of myself. How dare I get upset about, well, about ANYTHING in my life? What are my problems, really? It is incredibly humbling to read Palmer's journaling. He has lost so much, he is literally fighting for his life, and yet, he tells anyone who will listem how blessed he is. How dare I whine?
Elizabeth Goodine wrote a song which really represents my goal. I don't do this well. Yet. I love to wallow enjoy a pity party as much as the next person. Okay, more. I struggle almost daily with that particular head game.
Cognitive Therapy is a discipline which I am still learning. For me, it is an uphill battle. I have genetics stacked against me, but I am not going to let something like that get the best of me. I don't have to fight this battle alone; I also have a Father who gives hope beyond the hostility of man and the world.
That is what makes all the difference. All the hostlity that the Adversary can dish out is no match for an omnipotent Savior. He may win for here and now, but that will not last.
Yes, the world is hostile, but I am called to be IN this world, and not Of it. And so, I will strive. I will push back when the world pushes; I will get back up when I am knocked down; and each time, I will rejoice, for eachand every blow is one more opportunity to praise.
J's first "honey do"...
I must say that a girl could very easily get used to a husband who washes dishes and is willing to do laundry (though I am unwilling to relinquish THAT little task) when he is home during the day.
This weekend's project was a new garbage disposal. Our old one was improperly installed and, moreover, just plain junk. So off we went to Sears for a pretty little Kenmore disposal. I found all the necessary information to install said gem, and we were off.
Yeah right. That's when we discovered that our drains were not run properly. This probably contributed to the demise of our old dispoal. So, two calls to my dad and one extended trip to Lowes later, we were off again!
It actually went in very easily, and now J has some new skills to his name. Check out his handiwork!
All that and a rock star, too!
I don't usually put this kind of thing "out there," and I am loathe to call this a recommendation (simply because I don't want the greif if you hate the flick), but I humbly suggest getting out to see Failure to Launch.
As far as I am concerned, SJP has redeemed herself for that awful Christmas movie she did last year. I laughed. Lots. And so did J, so this was an all-around winner. Worth the ridiculous price to see in the theatre.
P.S. Am I the only person who wants to see Nacho Libre? Even J shook his head at that one!
J's new project.
Ok, so that one is lame. What can I say, I am a bean counter, not a comedy writer. The point is the same. We are rewriting our home life in LV-Wolskeland.
J has now been freelancing for almost two weeks. He has now been home for 2.5 consecutive days and counting.
It is weird, I must say, having him home. I like it, don't get me wrong. I really like it. Really really like it. It is just that I have gotten used to puttering around, doing my own thing, that's all. I am used to wandering around, dabbling here and there, not speaking to anyone (and that may really shock some people!) other than the odd comment to Tele. Now, there is someone else in my space. A big someone. At least he is cute.
I am finding, as I become more accustomed to having hubby at home, that there is an entire world of possibilites out there. Maybe even some grocery shopping? This would help him not feel such cabin fever, and relieve our Saturday mornings of that chore. Ironing? Laundry? The mind reels!
Perhaps the biggest indicator of this new order was last night at bedtime. Tele, who has always been a Mama's-Cat, left my side to snuggle up to J when he came to bed. I think I got a little misty-eyed. Naw, that's just allergies.
And so, the adventure continues!
I put a bottle of wine in the fridge to chill. The trouble is, I am not sure if it is to celebrate a milestone, or to drown my sorrows. We have the ultimate mixed blessing on our hands.
J has quit his day job. There, I said it. Actually, I wrote it, and I have been practicing saying it. I don't choke over the words anymore. However, I do still tremble at the thought.
It isn't like this is completely out of the blue. After all, we moved out here almost two and one-half years ago. And this WAS our ultimate goal. I just wasn't ready for this quite yet. I don't know if I would have ever BEEN ready, though.
J was ready. More than ready. He finds this exhilarating. I find it terrifying. Together we are fine. Alone, I am a wreck. Right know, I am alone. Wrecked.
He is getting work as a audio tech for conventions and tv shoots. So he will not just be at home being a house husband, but the jobs come in fits and starts. He'll go several weeks without a day off, and then maybe several weeks with nothing. In fact, he is at some WSOP event today. His days are long, which wears more on the weekends. He left at 6:30 this morning, and I don't know how long he'll be gone.
However, he will be home later, and I will be reassured. And we will more than likely-- no, make that absolutely-- be fine. The world will not end, and even if my irrational parts are in charge right now, they will not be later.
So I think I am going to go make my salad and have a glass of wine. In celebration of this milestone.
I don't know what has happened, but I think my husband has a girlfriend. She is about 2 inches tall and wears a newsboy cap. She showed up when I put POD on, so maybe she is with them.
Either way, it is obvious to me that J cannot be left home alone with the computer.
Ah, yes, I do feel like stirring the pot a little this afternoon!
Two German psychologists have recently published findings that would indicate that altruism has deeped evolutionary roots than previously we previously thought.
Toddlers as young as 18 months took initiative to "assist" Dr. Felix Warneken when he experienced difficulty with ordinary tasks. Never asked or thanked, the subjects repeatedly retrieved dropped clothespins or books in a matter of seconds.
So, I guess Ayn Rand was wrong?
Well, the streak has ended. I walked into the bedroom to find my DH holding the remote, looking perplexed.
I was sure it would be longer!
I am one in one thousand...
And here I thought I was one in one million! Not sure whether to laugh or cry over this little gem. Honestly, though, I am not terribly surprised, just terribly disappointed.
Can you name all five first amendment freedoms? I must confess that I had to verify one of them with a coworker. (But he wasn't sure either.)
I didn't need to verify the Simpsons' names.
Of course, I was fortunate enough to come by my US citizenship by birth. I am almost expected to be ignorant, you know? Not so my naturalized husband. I knew he would reknew my faith in humanity. Yeah.
Can I tell you that J has the cutest dimples? Even when he is laughing at his own inability to answer the first question? He got three right off the bat, one mroe with prompting, and choked on the last one (same one I wasn't sure of). Again, no problem with Homer, Marge, or any of their animated prgeny.
I love that we are comfortable enough in our own ignorance to laugh.