I really should go to bed right now. I have to get up at 6am and go run 11 miles before it hits 107 degrees. UGH.
107 in Vegas is HOT (and I mean that in a completely sexy way). 107 degrees in Atlanta just blows...
But, I can't sleep, because I've gotten myself all riled up. Why? Ummm... lets see. It all started about three years ago.
In my first year out of college, I was working for a marketing firm in Pasadena. My boyfriend at the time lived in Santa Barbara. So, every other weekend I made the two hour drive up the coast to see him. It was the perfect time to catch up with the rents.
It was on one of those drives up to SB that I had the marriage convo with my dad--I guess thats normal when you are in a serious relationship. Anyways, it was that night that my dad told me for the first time EVER that I had wedding money. Jaw to floor. I was extremely excited, and I think I just immediately wanted to get married thinking about the huge party I would get to throw. LOL. (Shaking my head at myself right now).
But now, here I am three years later. No boyfriend, no wedding with camels, just me and a studio apartment in a 107 year old building (jeez what is it with 107?!).
I hadn't really thought about the money since I became single... because it doesn't really seem real. It's out there in outer space somewhere. Then two weeks ago I got my financial aid award letter.
They agreed to give me in-state tuition. DAMN STRAIGHT. But, no subsidized loans. MOTHERFUCKERS. So here I am... with tuition for my first year around $25K with loans to cover it with an interest rate of around 7%. YUCK.
Light bulb.
MATRIMONEY!!!
I texted my dad that Thursday night: Subsidized loans did not come through. Let's talk about wedding $$$.
Friday night is pizza and a movie with the rent/step-rent. So there I was. Laundry in the wash, a glass of vino in my hand and a nervous feeling in my chest.
"So... I was thinking about using my wedding money for grad school."
"Uh huh."
Blah, blah, blah.
Blah, blah, blah.
"I just always thought you would use it for your wedding."
"I don't know if or when that will happen."
"Or a house."
GULP. (a house?!)
It should not have scared me that much, I mean I am almost 27. A girl has to grow up sometime. But I didn't want to do it on pizza and a movie night.
NO HOUSE!
"What about a condo?"
FAST FORWARD TO TONIGHT.
I get home from work, throw myself on my bed in my studio apartment and gaze around. Out of boredom (and the fact that I realize I've spent $40K on rent over the past 4 YEARS... WTF?!?!?!) I start searching condos and lofts for sale in the area.
Then I kind of find one that I like... one I kind of like A LOT. FUCK.
Could I use the matrimoney for a loft? (a loft is way less scary than a house, townhouse or condo- they are tres young).
I dunno... I think I might be in love.
xxx Jildo
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Friday, June 29, 2012
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
The ER Bill From HELLLLLLL
About three weeks ago I called Emory University Hospital inquiring about my ER bill from when I fell into the fire hydrant and had to get stitches. Being the responsible person that I am it irked me that it had been almost a month since I'd received service and yet, no bill.
Now I wish I hadn't called. When I checked into the ER April 28, I was not thinking straight (really who would be after they threw their entire body weight, head first into a very solid fire hydrant?)- so when they asked for my address, I gave it to them.
For any normal person, this would be perfectly fine. But my mailing address is undeliverable. I'm not really sure why. It might have to do with the fact that the building I live in is over 100 years old and the mailboxes out front do not correspond to the correct apartments. Either way my address is undeliverable- do not try and reach me by mail, you NEVER will. (It's kinda nice- No bills! Woo hoo!- haha just kidding I do online bill pay and notification).
I could say I did this all on purpose to reduce my carbon footprint, but that would be a bold faced lie. Anyways, so I gave them this black hole of an address when I checked into the ER, instead of my dad's address where I can actually receive mail.
On this three week later phone call with Emory billing, I give them the correct address and pray that it wasn't my address error that kept the bill from coming, but maybe just that I didn't owe anything?!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
FUCK MY LIFE. Yes, that's right. This bill warrants so much more than the usual: FML. It def-definitely warrants the WHOLE DAMN THING.
Wait for it... wait for it....
$1317.12
FUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK.
No, really. FUCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK.
How can 10 minutes of a Dr. stitching up the back of my ear cost $1,317.12?! WHAT THE FUCK?!?! (again WTF just does NOT cut it).
Then I remember. They did an X-Ray. FACE PALM.... AND REPEAT.
The thing that really busts my balls (or would if I had them) is that I went into the ER with a head injury. Did they X-Ray my head? Of course not, that would just make too much sense. Nope, apparently it was completely logical for them to do an X-Ray of my chest. And me in my I-just-slammed-my-head-into-a-fire-hydrant state did not think to question it. IDIOT!
Sigh. So now here I am with a $1,317.12 ER bill. LOVELY.
You know I was actually thinking about buying myself a flat screen tv the other day. HA.
Medical bills suck balls- especially when you are uninsured.
Oh, did I mention that the accident happened April 28 and my insurance coverage kicked in April 30? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
FUCK MY LIFE.
Over and Out- Jildo
Now I wish I hadn't called. When I checked into the ER April 28, I was not thinking straight (really who would be after they threw their entire body weight, head first into a very solid fire hydrant?)- so when they asked for my address, I gave it to them.
For any normal person, this would be perfectly fine. But my mailing address is undeliverable. I'm not really sure why. It might have to do with the fact that the building I live in is over 100 years old and the mailboxes out front do not correspond to the correct apartments. Either way my address is undeliverable- do not try and reach me by mail, you NEVER will. (It's kinda nice- No bills! Woo hoo!- haha just kidding I do online bill pay and notification).
I could say I did this all on purpose to reduce my carbon footprint, but that would be a bold faced lie. Anyways, so I gave them this black hole of an address when I checked into the ER, instead of my dad's address where I can actually receive mail.
On this three week later phone call with Emory billing, I give them the correct address and pray that it wasn't my address error that kept the bill from coming, but maybe just that I didn't owe anything?!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
FUCK MY LIFE. Yes, that's right. This bill warrants so much more than the usual: FML. It def-definitely warrants the WHOLE DAMN THING.
Wait for it... wait for it....
$1317.12
FUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK.
No, really. FUCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK.
How can 10 minutes of a Dr. stitching up the back of my ear cost $1,317.12?! WHAT THE FUCK?!?! (again WTF just does NOT cut it).
Then I remember. They did an X-Ray. FACE PALM.... AND REPEAT.
The thing that really busts my balls (or would if I had them) is that I went into the ER with a head injury. Did they X-Ray my head? Of course not, that would just make too much sense. Nope, apparently it was completely logical for them to do an X-Ray of my chest. And me in my I-just-slammed-my-head-into-a-fire-hydrant state did not think to question it. IDIOT!
Sigh. So now here I am with a $1,317.12 ER bill. LOVELY.
You know I was actually thinking about buying myself a flat screen tv the other day. HA.
Medical bills suck balls- especially when you are uninsured.
Oh, did I mention that the accident happened April 28 and my insurance coverage kicked in April 30? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
FUCK MY LIFE.
Over and Out- Jildo
Thursday, May 31, 2012
The Giving Mom
Remember the childhood classic, "The Giving Tree", by Shel Silverstein? It's about a boy and a tree. The boy grows up swinging on its branches and the boy loves the tree and the tree loves the boy. But when the boy gets older he stops swinging from the trees branches, and instead comes back and asks more and more of the tree. He sells her apples to make money, cuts off her branches to build himself a home and finally cuts down her trunk to build a boat. Although the tree is sad, because the boy stays away longer and longer, she never hesitates to give him everything he needs- even if it means compromising her own well being. My mom is the giving tree.
My mother is not perfect, in fact she will be the first person to tell you she isn't perfect. But, my mother is without a doubt the most selfless person I know. When I moved to Georgia back in December I got a job almost immediately. I went to work for the Omni Hotel in downtown Atlanta as a Front Desk Agent. While I truly loved the job, I quickly realized that there was no way I could continue working there if I wanted to support myself (which I very much wanted since I am 26 years old). By April any savings that I had managed to accumulate were gone, my credit card bill kept growing and I knew if I didn't do something quickly I would have to pull money out of my 401k to pay my bills.
I talked to my mother about it a few times, not asking for money, I just wanted someone to vent to. Someone that would listen and understand. At this point I had started applying to jobs like a mad woman- over the course of 3 weeks I probably applied to between 60-75 jobs. Fear will do that to you. And within three weeks I had found a new job. I started to breathe a little easier, I knew soon I would be able to save money again. Nevertheless, I had my current credit card bill looming over my head at the time. I shrugged it off, no, I wouldn't be able to pay the entire amount off, but I would make enough in the next month to pay it off in full. I mentioned this to my mother in passing- again not asking anything of her- more just mentioning it as a sigh of relief "ahhh I got a new job and now I can almost pay off my credit card."
As soon as I told my mom I wouldn't be able to pay off the entire bill, she asked me how much I needed. No. Mom. You don't owe me anything. She argued with me until I told her how much I would need-- $400. And she said "ok, I'll put it in your bank account tomorrow." Now, my mother has never had the highest paying jobs, she knows how to save her money, but she has never been rolling in the dough-- so, I never want to ask anything of her. But whether it be money, love, emotional support my mom always gives everything she has to my sister and I. My mom is the best mom in the world. My mom is the Giving Tree.
I love you mom.
xoxo. Jildo
My mother is not perfect, in fact she will be the first person to tell you she isn't perfect. But, my mother is without a doubt the most selfless person I know. When I moved to Georgia back in December I got a job almost immediately. I went to work for the Omni Hotel in downtown Atlanta as a Front Desk Agent. While I truly loved the job, I quickly realized that there was no way I could continue working there if I wanted to support myself (which I very much wanted since I am 26 years old). By April any savings that I had managed to accumulate were gone, my credit card bill kept growing and I knew if I didn't do something quickly I would have to pull money out of my 401k to pay my bills.
I talked to my mother about it a few times, not asking for money, I just wanted someone to vent to. Someone that would listen and understand. At this point I had started applying to jobs like a mad woman- over the course of 3 weeks I probably applied to between 60-75 jobs. Fear will do that to you. And within three weeks I had found a new job. I started to breathe a little easier, I knew soon I would be able to save money again. Nevertheless, I had my current credit card bill looming over my head at the time. I shrugged it off, no, I wouldn't be able to pay the entire amount off, but I would make enough in the next month to pay it off in full. I mentioned this to my mother in passing- again not asking anything of her- more just mentioning it as a sigh of relief "ahhh I got a new job and now I can almost pay off my credit card."
As soon as I told my mom I wouldn't be able to pay off the entire bill, she asked me how much I needed. No. Mom. You don't owe me anything. She argued with me until I told her how much I would need-- $400. And she said "ok, I'll put it in your bank account tomorrow." Now, my mother has never had the highest paying jobs, she knows how to save her money, but she has never been rolling in the dough-- so, I never want to ask anything of her. But whether it be money, love, emotional support my mom always gives everything she has to my sister and I. My mom is the best mom in the world. My mom is the Giving Tree.
I love you mom.
xoxo. Jildo
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