Showing posts with label personal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label personal. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Anonymous Friend

An Anonymous Friend has made the front headlines of CNN with the title: "Rust Belt City gets $100 million anonymous gift." Fox News has this story, and even the AP picked up on it.

What's the Rust Belt? Ever hear of the Pittsburgh Steelers? It's a clue. About two hours north of where the Three Rivers meet, there's a smaller town located on the southern shore of Lake Erie bearing the same name. Erie, according to CNN, used to be a bustling industrial town but has seen an increase in the poverty level, that over the national average, and resorted to promoting themselves as a tourist town, complete with brand-new casino. (Of course, they wouldn't mention that it has one of the most popular parks in state, that there is an unbelievably low costs of living, and that the housing market has nary been affected, unlike the poor folks in California who were living on doomed subprime mortgages. A city were the Colts' Bob Sanders made his beginnings, where Tom Ridge comes from, where Sharon Stone grew up near.)

Erie papers carried this news nearly a month ago. It's that long ago that Erie (and probably surrounding areas) knew about this act of kindness and incredible generosity. The original article ran on October 6, and Sharla Bordin of the Erie Times-News reports:

An anonymous donor has made history in Erie County.

The Erie Community Foundation has received $100 million from the donor, the largest charitable gift ever received by an Erie County organization, foundation President Mike Batchelor said Friday.

The gift also is believed to be one of the largest anonymous contributions to a community foundation in the nation.

"It will literally change our community forever," Batchelor said.

Most people in Erie probably want to know who made the donation, but feel it's nearly sinful to ask who. The person specifically asked to remain anonymous, as well as their association to Erie, and if they are even alive. Some have theories as to who it is.

No matter who it was, it was a spectacular amount of money, an act of generosity that made history across the nation. Someone who so dearly loved Erie, this little Rust Belt City That Was.

Friday, October 12, 2007

Four Siblings stuck in the Family Tree

One Christmas morning in 2006, my grandmother gave a gift to her three daughters: a series books about birth order. Aunt Kim got the firstborn; my mom Debbie, the middle child; and Aunt Lisa, the baby of the family. I've never seen three grown women open those books up and giggle like a gaggle of schoolgirls reading about themselves and each other, passing the books around, pointing at each other and laughing about "that is EXACTLY what you are!" Although Uncle Skip is truly the oldest in the family, he was born much earlier than Grandma's girls and the only boy, and so had established himself as the oldest sibling but, well, he was the only boy, and so it's a little different for him. (Yes, sometimes, gender is a difference we must all accept, no?)

My mom's kids are similarly set. Three girls, one boy. I'm the oldest, technically, but only by 14 months. My brother and I might as well be fraternal twins, as we basically went through high school and college together, and he was a similar role model to my younger sisters. But then there's the trifecta of Weindorf sisters, the first, middle and last. So you can understand why this article intrigued me on CNN.

Granted, this study was conducted in Norway and had only male subjects. But it suggests that firstborns have a higher IQ later in life than their younger siblings. Maybe there's some truth to it. But then I started reading the "professional advice" that was given in raising each of the kids, and some of it was just plain ridiculous. Not to mention that there is too much advice running around, and that most parents don't allow themselves their gut instinct to take over some of the childrearing and depend on pure STRANGERS to help raise their kids, but that's quite beside the point right now.

I had to disagree with a lot of their "advice." For starters, they suggest saying to an oldest sibling that they have to "set an example" for their younger siblings puts too much pressure on the eldest and is discouraged. What kind of responsibility, then, are they supposed to have? Of course they're supposed to be an example. Everyone sets an example to someone. Kids really do need that kind of responsibility to grow up into responsible adults. This kind of information being perpetrated throughout our society is generating dependent kids and "helicopter" parents. I personally find that kind of behavior, like bringing your mother to an interview, deplorable.

Then I look at my family. My parents always made sure I was the best example to my younger siblings. My parents had us so far apart, though, that I don't think they had a problem with giving more attention to one sibling than the other. Maybe I'm wrong because I never noticed. Once I graduated high school, started college, and got engaged, I'll admit I probably took up a lot of my parents' time. My brother probably enjoyed that, only because he liked to make sure he kept his end of the bargain by keeping his room (sort of) clean and doing his chores, but then was pleased as pie to stay in his room and feed his fish, read, and play his games. Once Tim got out of his colic stage when he was, say, a few months old, he was pretty easy to raise.

Then my sister came along, and she was like the Tasmanian devil in the family. She had the most spunk, enough for all of us combined. She took the tricycle for a ride down the basement steps and probably sat in the ER and timeout for the most time out of all of us. While my mother and I, when I was 16, would have screaming matches in the kitchen that would fizzle just as quickly, Cindy had a glowing ember that would more or less spark a just few times a month. And then the baby, Sara, 12 years my junior, is about to get the house all to herself. Tim and I left home very soon after graduating from college, and Cindy's less than a year away from moving to North Carolina with her beau. Sara was a huge surprise for my parents, but probably the most pleasant and laid back. Everyone at school likes her. She loves sports and keeps busy. She rarely needs discipline and has a big heart (sometimes too big). We joke that my parents go too easy on the baby, but she really is a good kid.

As for the IQs, we've never taken an IQ test. So far, all of us have gone to local (Erie) colleges for education and have done quite well. We all had honors classes and graduated near the tops of our classes. But Cindy was the valedictorian at college, not me, and Tim graduated summa cum laude with 3.999998 GPA or something like that. I was somewhere in the top 10%. And Sara's doing a fine job, too, so what's a few IQ points? None of us want a piece of paper from a college to do the talking for us. We can prove ourselves just as well, thank you very much.

Thursday, October 04, 2007

Bureaucracy's Earache

Has there been any worse time of the month than the first and last? A pain in my ear, literally. Allow me to outline the last few weeks:

We found out that we could not afford the group coverage that we were utilizing through Spencer's company, so we decided to hunt around for indivdiual coverage. We found some reasonable prices through a group affiliated with AHDI, the professional organziation I'm a member of as a medical transcriptionist. No problem. Well, it was a bit hard to get a hold of my agent, so it took longer than usual to get all the paperwork, go through all the rules and plans, and pick the ones that were best for us. Needless to say, since the cheapest options with decent coverage were far between, I ended up putting our entire family on indvidual plans. Why should my husband have to pay for maternity coverage? Duh.

Fast forward to the end of September. It's almost time to cancel our existing coverage, and I'm having issues filling out paperwork. So we decide that, instead of risking the insurance company not honoring our requested effective date of October 1, we decided to get short-term coverage for October just to bridge the gap.

Then, I called the insurance company to check the status of our short-term coverage, in case we needed to see a doctor (like me. As sure as clockwork, I developed a strange fullness/ache in my ear mere hours before October 1.) I called Blue Cross of CA and was told that my husband and child were approved, but not me. Why? I had a claim. I went to the doctor to get a simple cyst checked out in September, and deeming me too high risk for short term coverage, I was denied.

So now I sit here, frantically filling out my own paperwork so that my husband can fax my paperwork first, and pray that we're not at the mercy of the insrance company if they do not approve my October 1 effective date. Not to mention that all my prescription medications will be fully out of pocket this month.

Why am I being punished for proactively taking care of myself? It's not like I have AIDS or diabetes or hepatitis C, or even over the age of 30. I am a low-risk patient by all means, and yet I'm being forced to hope for the best while my request for long-term coverage is being processed. Is the lesson "don't go to your doctor if you're switching insurance?" Because that is ridiculous. What if I was fired from a job and had to scramble for insurance, and ended up with pneumonia or a respiratory infection that required antibiotics? This isn't a chronic condition, and yet I'm being treated as if I have one.

Sunday, November 19, 2006

Now I will make a sentence (or two)

out of my new vocabulary:

"Generally, Beckies are not known to be Spencer. To be Spencer, you need to carry all that you have and search out those who are Rachel and give everything that you have; but beware those who are Rachel in disguise, because often, Spencer people are known to be poor of judgment and will often be robbed by said Racheled persons."

Kind of spooky, funny and plain weird at the same time...

Spencer and Rachel: I don't know what to say about these...

Spencer --
[adjective]:

Benevolent to a fault

'How" will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com

Rachel --
[adjective]:

Like in nature to a train-riding hobo

'How" will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com

Tuna Tin Head

Becky --
[noun]:

A person who likes to steal tins of tuna

'How" will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com

Friday, September 22, 2006

Welcome to California

So we finally made it... we are here in sunny Cali, where the weather never changes! It's true. The weather hasn't change since probably April. The temperatures have been steady at 75-80, and the nights have remained cool at mid-50s. I will probably like it once the winter rolls around, but for now, I am dying to see a drop of rain! It is very dusty here and my allergies tend to act up more (which, coming from the north Eastern coast, shouldn't be happening in September.)

We are finally unpacked and adjusting to home life. Rachel is enjoying being home, I think, and I've been enjoying the home life and being able to run errands during the day.

We confirmed that we will be coming home for Christmas to Erie, so that is something to look forward to! Dates will be confirmed soon. I'm not sure when or how long we will get to stay, but I am hoping to stay through the New Year. We'll see how Spencer's schedule works out.

I know my poor brother has been bugging me to keep up with this blog, so here goes nothing. I will do my best. Rachel would like to say a few words:

ndder3ednui3den7nghfgd

I'm pretty sure that means I love you. kl. gb (also courtesy of Rach) =)

Friday, March 24, 2006

Summertime

I think my traveling experiences are quite intresting, considering that I have never strayed east of the Atlantic or west of the Mississippi River. That's right, I've never been in a different time zone, ever. How strange. I've been as far north as Maine, all the way down to the tropics of the Carribbean, and dabbled in Ontario, but never anywhere else. Call it lateral traveling - I will, perhaps, experience a very large horizontal one in the near future, if this business stuff ever takes off.

But, anyways, I will yet again have a lateral travel summer this year. From North Carolina to Maine to Florida, I'll be jet-setting up and down the U.S. instead of across it. I have a lot to look forward to, at least, especially for this Florida trip, only because it will be my mother, daughter and I taking a long weekend to Florida to meet up with some friends and fellow mommies. There is a chance that I will visit Missouri with the family to see Spencer's grandmother, but that might be later this year. I'm not sure.

So I'm looking forward to summer, in any event. It will be the busiest six weeks of the year, apart from the holidays, but I think it will be worth it, especially since I will be with family at all three.
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