Life With Boys

The mis-adventures of two crazy boys and their bleary eyed parents.


Excuse me while I scrape the Poptart off my foot …

I’ve lost it. You know you’ve hit a low point when Poptart smudge on your foot doesn’t really phase you.

It’s been quite a week for the Oser clan — Tuesday being a highlight when within the course of the morning — the dryer, the garage door opener and Tyler’s TV all decided to die. Matt told me to stop touching things at that point.

The dryer — This is one of those coincidences that never happens to anyone but us. A drawstring from a pair of pants (yes, of course they were mine) pulled out of the pants, went under the loose paddle in the drum and wrapped itself around the motor which then in turn caused the part that makes it turn fall off (and make a horrible sound). Luckily Matt found a magic website — Appliantology — with cool photos that tell you how to take your dryer apart piece by piece. Turns out there isn’t much to a dryer after all (although parts of it are kinda heavy).

The garage door — I don’t know what it is about us and garage doors, but it never seems to fail that we will have an issue with it. This time the opener is dead. Of course I discovered this when the car was in the garage with two little people strapped inside. (Yes, I opened it manually, but still.)

Tyler’s TV mysteriously started working again — it’s haunted.

In other news —

The double premium insurance issue — Blue Cross (the evil bas*****) won’t give. They want their two premiums, they don’t care that she died. They care only about the fact that she was on a calendar year plan and she checked in on 12/30. Now we get to call individual doctors and see if they will give us “financial consideration” and write off the debt. Yeah right. I’m seriously considering a negative PR campaign — I know how to do it too.

Dad’s spending the weekend in California with Marilyn — they are getting pretty cozy — but maintain that they will stay in their respective homes (states). We’ll see.

Tyler’s T-ball career is off to a belly laughing start — I think there are more parents on the field than kids. But at least he smiles as he watches the ball roll by.

And don’t forget the truck still doesnt have air conditioning — and it’s been wonderfully hot and humid this week. Matt’s in a grand temper. The question remains — what will we decide to do about it? Stay tuned.

So here we are at Memorial Day weekend — the kickoff of summer and what are our exciting plans? Fighting the colds that won’t relent, catching up on the laundry that multiplied while the dryer was down, installing a new garage door opener, staining the kids play set and considering whether it’s really worth the effort to get the poptart smudge off the floor after all. It’s a party.



One response to “Excuse me while I scrape the Poptart off my foot …”

  1. Hey Danielle,This is Rachel’s sister, just happened to surf in and see something about an evil insurance company. I happen to have a personal vendetta against all health insurance companies, particularly when they deny claims that they should obviously pay. I’m sure you’ve tried lots of different things, but might I suggest (if you haven’t done so already) appealing to your state’s regulatory agency? I had good luck doing that (in Illinois) when my husband’s insurance company refused to pay for what they should have covered. After getting a letter from the Illinois Department of Insurance, asking basically “What do you think you’re doing?” they said, “Oh, we really meant to pay for that all along!” Then I just had to make sure they actually paid for it, and in fact, I had to appeal to the state agency again when they failed to pay for what they said they would pay for. But at least you have something official to go on. Like I said I’m sure you’ve thought of a lot of this but in case you hadn’t I’d recommend trying the state. In fact, since the insurance was from one state and the care took place in another, you might be able to appeal to both states.Good luck and I’m sorry that the insurance company is being so evil. It underscores the fact that they’re not in it to help people, they’re just in it for the money. Which would be okay except for the fact that their greed adversely affects people’s lives.

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