Sorry, I can’t stop giggling. I’ve just discovered that Scott Baio is 46… and pregnant, and The Two Coreys have their own TV series? I’m suddenly flashing back to junior high years and Teen Beat and Tiger Beat magazines, the full color Corey Haim posters I’d plaster on the bulletin board in my wall (we weren’t allowed to “stick” things on the wall lest we mar the paint job). Where have I been?
Well, I can tell you for certain I have not been out standing in life waiting for a 3G iPhone. Life moves too slow up in these parts for 3G, a technology that we might see within the next twenty years. Speaking of things we may never see, I was informed by one of my former employers that I have a pension I accrued while working there (my sincere apologies for probably screwing up how to talk about this in financial-speak) and if I live to see the day I can collect (which by the way is 2040!) it might be enough to buy myself a few gallons of gas every month, assuming Americans haven’t just given up on the entire “going places” thing all together. It wasn’t exactly exciting news, but I was relieved the memo wasn’t printed in Comic Sans, a favorite font of the Head Accounting Bimbo.
But seriously, if I could have that small monthly pittance now, I would gladly take it. Times are tough here, waiting for word on a job that goes from A Sure Thing to You Know How Things Can Get Messed Up thing on a daily basis. I would mention that I’m worth more dead than alive right now, but that would have been true when I was employed and actually had any kind of life insurance. Oops, doesn’t apply currently.
Speaking of insurance, two of our friends tied the knot after a very long courtship of 15 years. There were Hawaiian shirts, coconut flavored drinks, flowered drink holders and enormous amounts of food, including BBQ Cornish Game Hens (wow, really tasty).
Since Bride has what we like to refer to as The Ferrari Package when it comes to health insurance (she works for one of the school districts), Groom will now be able to take part in it instead of shelling out massive amounts for individual coverage, which made me happy for him/them, as I am one of those Uninsured People of America. Of course, marriage is about love and wanting to spend the rest of your life with that special someone, but how can you not give a hurrah when medical coverage is involved? Bonus, I say!
Double bonus if the guy on the right in the above picture is presiding Minister. Even if he is a little off.
