I'm over here now, silly goose!
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
What Are You Still Doing Here?
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Tuesday, September 25, 2007
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Sunday, September 23, 2007
Closed For Business
We are pleased to announced our new location!
Come join us for fresh cookies at our grand opening.
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Sunday, September 23, 2007
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Friday, September 21, 2007
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Nothing To See Here
Nope, nuthin' here.
So go see my new place over here!
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Thursday, September 20, 2007
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Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Come And Get A Cookie
My big news came sooner than expected.
So here's the thing. I'm moving up in the world, and I'm having a housewarming party in my new DEEE-lux apartment in the sky.
Come on over and get a cookie!
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Wednesday, September 19, 2007
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Tuesday, September 18, 2007
A Wee Break
Big changes are in the air here at CAC.
I won't say what, but I'm hoping to tell you more in a few days.
In the meantime, I might be scarce.
My mom is coming to town for a week, and I suspect my time will be taken up with trips to the apple orchard and running interference in the non-stop spoiling session that is certain to ensue once The Poo gets hold of her grandmother.
I also have more work to do, since the website I'm working with is due to launch a private beta release (yeah, I don't know what that means, either) in October. In fact, I had the humiliating experience on Sunday of getting my photo taken for my author bio.
Let's just say that seeing yourself in a full-body shot is more than enough motivation for this mama to get her ass back to Weight Watchers.
Speaking of work, I'm looking for ya'll to share your stories with me again. I'm writing about extended family this week, and how we can all get along when we stay in each other's homes (see above, how's that for irony?).
If any of you are brave enough to share your names and stories about how you manage when you have to stay with family for more than three days, you can email me at lynsalyns AT gmail DOT com. I promise I'll be gentle.
Sorry for this lame post, but I'm simultaneously cleaning the toilet. If you're looking for something better to read, go see Kristen and get yourself a hot duck.
I also wrote a much more interesting post (if I do say so myself) about cheesecake over at GNMParents this week. There's a recipe, and a good one, so don't miss it.
Oh, and remember when I was all, "dude, I'm ditching the blogroll, that is SO 2006?" Well, I couldn't help myself. I still keep it here. So go check out my favorite reads while I'm gone (and yes, I read all of these, I know, I'm crazy).
And when I get back, I'll have something new to show you. Until then, don't forget about me, m'kay?
Peace out.
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Tuesday, September 18, 2007
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Monday, September 17, 2007
And There Was Much Rejoicing
The New York Times will stop charging for access to parts of its Web site, effective at midnight tonight.
The move comes two years to the day after The Times began the subscription program, TimesSelect, which has charged $49.95 a year, or $7.95 a month, for online access to the work of its columnists and to the newspaper’s archives. TimesSelect has been free to print subscribers to The Times and to some students and educators.
In addition to opening the entire site to all readers, The Times will also make available its archives from 1987 to the present without charge, as well as those from 1851 to 1922, which are in the public domain. There will be charges for some material from the period 1923 to 1986, and some will be free.
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Monday, September 17, 2007
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A Moral Imperative
Since we don't have home delivery of the New York Times out here on the edge of the world in Chambana, the paper's website is the first one I click over to when I open my MacBook during my morning coffee.
I was standing at the screen yesterday, trying to avoid emptying the dishwasher, when I opened up this article via my Google homepage headlines. It seems that Sen. Hillary Rodham Clinton is proposing another go at universal health care, which she - rightly so - calls a "moral imperative:"
As one of those Americans whose health care could be a potentially disastrous scenario, I agree with her."But advisers to Mrs. Clinton, a Democrat from New York, said Saturday that she would try to avoid the perception that she was advocating a bureaucratic, big-government solution. That perception, promoted by conservative Republicans and the insurance industry, sank the Clinton plan in 1994.
In her campaign for the Democratic presidential nomination, Mrs. Clinton routinely receives applause when she admits having made mistakes as first lady. “I’ve tangled with this issue before, and I’ve got the scars to show for it,” she said recently.
Previewing her speech, Clinton aides said she would assert on Monday that there was a moral imperative to ensure that “every single American has quality affordable health coverage,” just as she contends there is an economic imperative to rein in costs."
My family is covered under a university's student health-care plan, which costs us hundreds of dollars in out-of-pocket fees.
When The Poo went for her flu shot this past December, it costs us no less than $45. Forty-five smackeroos, for a nurse to poke a needle in the kid's arm.
That TB test I needed to work at The Poo's cooperative preschool? The nurse stuck me with a needle, weighed me, and the doc signed a form. Two days later, they looked at my arm. Total cost to me for this service?
It wasn't covered under our plan at all, so I was out $75. And for the privilege of paying full price for these services, we pay thousands of dollars each semester for a lackluster policy.
I shudder to think what we will have to pay for the colonoscopy I'm due for in April. You know, to make sure I don't die from colon cancer at an early age, like my dad.
Think about that for a minute. The insurance company would prefer to take the risk that I could cost them hundreds of thousands of dollars in a few years, rather than shell out 80 percent of the cost to prevent me from having to undergo treatment for a life-threatening disease.
What kind of logic is that?
Oh, wait, I know. That is insurance company logic.
These supposed non-profit agencies whose executives rake in huge corporate salaries.
Makes perfect sense to me.
Or how much will it cost us to have a baby? I need to have a C-section, based on the fibroids in my uterus. Or how much will it cost us to have the tumors removed, if they prevent conception?
I'll tell you right now that those considerations have an effect on when we have a second child. And that leads to "if" we have a second child, since my husband will be in school for at least two more years. Which will make me 38 by the time we have access to a real insurance plan.
And even those "real" insurance plans are cost-prohibitive these days.
When I worked for a Huge Multinational Corporation, the management there made decisions about health-care coverage that put the financial burden on the workers, while reducing the cost for the company.
They also drastically reduced health benefits to retirees, a group of which my mother is a member. Her costs have risen tremendously.
And surprise, surprise: high-level execs got raises that year, plus bonuses. And the workers? Well, I was offered an insulting 2 percent salary bump.
I don't usually get up on my soap box here at CAC, but this is an issue that just might motivate me to actually vote.
I am a former journalist and true believer in the peaceful revolution that takes place here in our country every four years.
But these days I am cynical about the workings of our two-party system and the role of money in our democracy, and my instinct is to stay home at polling time.
Because when I pull that lever, I'm not just voting for the candidate. I am voting for the corporate interests behind that person.
And I've spent enough of my life feeding The Man.
Now it is time for The Man - or The Woman - to feed me.
So I applaud Clinton's initiative, and I urge the other candidates to take notice. And I urge you, too.
As the saying goes, so many of us vote with our pocketbooks, with the contents of that pocketbook ranging from money to prejudice to moral beliefs.
My pocketbook is full of concern that if a member of my family is in need of serious health care, it would come at the cost of The Poo's financial future. And that is just way to important to ignore.
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I'm talking about The Poo's favorite new TV show over at The Full Mommy today. Come see what a cow, three moms and preschoolers have to do with early literacy skills!
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