Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Just Pull the Sucker
I'm giving in. Yep, for the first time in I don't know how long I'm going to the dentist tomorrow. It's not that I'm scared of dentists; I just don't want to spend the money going to see one. I have pretty decent insurance even, but in my opinion things like fillings and getting a tooth pulled...basically anything to get this horrible pain out of my head...should be 100% covered. If I had some sort of weird decay in my elbow, that would be covered, so why not in my tooth? Greedy bastards.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Frick of the Day - How I hate the post office.
We are moving to a two bedroom apartment (finally!) the first week of June. So, I finally get on top of things and fill out the online request form to have our mail forwarded to the new place starting June 4. What does the post office do? Yep, you guessed it. They started forwarding our mail four days ago! We don't even get the keys to the new place until June 1. My husband called the post office this morning and here's how it went:
Hubby: We're moving, blah blah...haven't gotten mail...blah blah...could you have already forwarded it.
Post Office Guy: Yeah, that's probably what happened.
Hubby: What ya gonna do about it?
POG: We'll see if anything's saved back for you.
Hubby: And...?
POG: That's it...thanks for calling.
Gah! So, since I still hate paying stuff online and still pay most things by check (yes, I'm old fashioned when it comes to that stuff), I had to call UMR, then fax them my payment, call CU and pay them, and try to figure out what other important mail we might need before June 1. I have now figured out why the post office is losing money. It's not just because more people do business online...it's because they suck.
Frick!
Hubby: We're moving, blah blah...haven't gotten mail...blah blah...could you have already forwarded it.
Post Office Guy: Yeah, that's probably what happened.
Hubby: What ya gonna do about it?
POG: We'll see if anything's saved back for you.
Hubby: And...?
POG: That's it...thanks for calling.
Gah! So, since I still hate paying stuff online and still pay most things by check (yes, I'm old fashioned when it comes to that stuff), I had to call UMR, then fax them my payment, call CU and pay them, and try to figure out what other important mail we might need before June 1. I have now figured out why the post office is losing money. It's not just because more people do business online...it's because they suck.
Frick!
Good Grief...Feminism and Facebook
Warning, serious post ahead. Well, sort of.
I just read the article "Get Your Kid Off Your Facebook Page" by Katie Roiphe where she asserts that having your child's picture as your profile picture on Facebook is equivalent to saying, "I don’t matter anymore," and essentially removing your identity and replacing it with that of your child. I'm all for feminism. My friends know I'm the first one to ask if you want some sort of feminine subjugation pointed out. However, as far as equating having my child's picture on my Facebook profile as cyber-suppression, I call bullsh...
First, when did my Facebook profile move away from being a fun little page used to help me waste time and turn into a symbol for my entire being? As much as I fight it, I am aware that modern life is getting closer and closer to Neuromancer every day, but I think that for most of us (at least I hope) our entire identity is not wrapped up in Facebook and that give little thought to what others think of our pages.
Assuming that people do actually put that much thought into their cyber-personas, I still don't see it as taking away from myself to have a picture of my kid as my profile picture. I grew up with a mom who did lose her identity in being a mother. I know what that looks like. One picture simply does not equal that. To me, having a child, the whole process (no matter how difficult and strange it might have felt to me) was the most empowering experience. Putting my child's picture as my profile picture is just showing off...a "look at what I can do!" assertion. If I put a picture on my page of me in a blue dress, does that identify myself as a person who only wears blue? Just because I want to show people what I incubated for 40 weeks doesn't mean my entire identity is wrapped up in him.
What do you think? Is my Facebook profile really that important when it comes to our identities?
I just read the article "Get Your Kid Off Your Facebook Page" by Katie Roiphe where she asserts that having your child's picture as your profile picture on Facebook is equivalent to saying, "I don’t matter anymore," and essentially removing your identity and replacing it with that of your child. I'm all for feminism. My friends know I'm the first one to ask if you want some sort of feminine subjugation pointed out. However, as far as equating having my child's picture on my Facebook profile as cyber-suppression, I call bullsh...
First, when did my Facebook profile move away from being a fun little page used to help me waste time and turn into a symbol for my entire being? As much as I fight it, I am aware that modern life is getting closer and closer to Neuromancer every day, but I think that for most of us (at least I hope) our entire identity is not wrapped up in Facebook and that give little thought to what others think of our pages.
Assuming that people do actually put that much thought into their cyber-personas, I still don't see it as taking away from myself to have a picture of my kid as my profile picture. I grew up with a mom who did lose her identity in being a mother. I know what that looks like. One picture simply does not equal that. To me, having a child, the whole process (no matter how difficult and strange it might have felt to me) was the most empowering experience. Putting my child's picture as my profile picture is just showing off...a "look at what I can do!" assertion. If I put a picture on my page of me in a blue dress, does that identify myself as a person who only wears blue? Just because I want to show people what I incubated for 40 weeks doesn't mean my entire identity is wrapped up in him.
What do you think? Is my Facebook profile really that important when it comes to our identities?
TGIF
I haven't been this happy to see a Friday in a while. This was my first week back to work after a ten week maternity leave (four weeks of bedrest and six weeks of recovering from pushing an eight pound human being out of my body). It's been a good week. I didn't mind coming back to work because the hubby is taking care of baby Nicholas during the day, and work is actually a mental rest. It takes a lot out of you to essentially have another life in your hands for hours at a time, so only having to focus on work is now a totally different kind of "work." However, I am still ready for the weekend and to be able to spend a full day with my little boy again.
Sunday we are travelling to Salem with him for the first time. Hopefully he will sleep the whole way there. It's only a three hour drive (usually two hours, but I'll probably drive as slow as a little old man this time), so the plan is for Nicholas to take a good three hour nap in the car and then be awake enough once we get there to entertain the family for a while. They are all really anxious to see him, and I can't wait to hear everyone say how perfect my little baby is. Is that bad? I mean, he is perfect!
Happy Friday to everyone! Ignore the gas prices and the crappy economy this weekend and go do something fun.
Sunday we are travelling to Salem with him for the first time. Hopefully he will sleep the whole way there. It's only a three hour drive (usually two hours, but I'll probably drive as slow as a little old man this time), so the plan is for Nicholas to take a good three hour nap in the car and then be awake enough once we get there to entertain the family for a while. They are all really anxious to see him, and I can't wait to hear everyone say how perfect my little baby is. Is that bad? I mean, he is perfect!
Happy Friday to everyone! Ignore the gas prices and the crappy economy this weekend and go do something fun.
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