Here’s a hypothetical question for you:
If you were a freelance writer (who could this possibly be about?) and you were working really hard (a bazillion hours a week) trying to be all self-sufficient and pay your rent, bills, student loans, taxes, and now health insurance, would you:
Pay the ridiculously high COBRA costs ($900 p/month, that’s like a month’s rent) to keep your really good health insurance, even though you very rarely get sick and use it mostly for yearly check-ups. This would mean tunneling through your savings pretty quickly and most likely feeling all pressured to go back to the corporate hell you were so happy to leave
Get independent insurance that doesn’t have great reviews, but is much cheaper ($350 p/month), but would include prescription coverage
Get accident only insurance, so you would be covered in regard to hospital costs if you were to get hit by a car or fall off of a high-wire, (about $180 p/month)
Go insurance free, because you’re young and virile (actually “virile” means masculine, so if you’re this hypothetical writer you’re not virile at all) and you don’t need no stinkin’ insurance.
If anyone would like to marry this hypothetical writer and give her health insurance let me know, I could introduce you.
Ugh, this adulthood thing is really rough. Just when I think I’m getting used to it, it throws a wild card into the mix. I’d like to take this opportunity to ask to be Canadian. If anyone in Canada would like to adopt me I would be super appreciative.
It really feels like I haven’t blogged forever. Last week was really rough in terms of scheduling. This week is too, but at least I know what I’ve gotten myself into. Who would have thought working at a fitness magazine would make my daily workout all but obsolete. I really do need to re-adjust back to an early wake up if I’m going to keep my butt in gear, I’m just really convincing when I’m all comfy in bed.
Speaking of bed, this weekend I stayed true to plan: I read, I lounged, and I cleaned. It was a success.
I weeded down my bookshelf.
Unfortunately then I had to think of something to do with the books…
There are times when I am extremely jealous of people with cars, times like when I am wheeling a cart of books 30-blocks to the nearest accepting charity.
That counts as a workout, right?
Then I curled up with my new Kindle. I’m a little bit in love with it, I thought I would miss the whole turning of pages thing, but I don’t. I like that I can take notes digitally and they’re easily found, and there’s a built in dictionary, which came in very handy this weekend.
What does lagniappe mean?
Well, apparently it’s something given as a bonus or gift. Now I know.
Now the lounging must come to an end, tomorrow I am getting up early and doing an exercise DVD. (fingers crossed)
Smoothie with almond milk, banana, frozen mango and pineapple, and vanilla protein powder
Split pea soup and salad with reduced fat Caesar dressing
Brown rice pasta with broccoli, meatless meatballs, and pasta sauce