Hey, Everybody!

I consider mail from decent correspondents private, but when a jerk uses it to snarl at me, I post it in public for all to see! (as if you didn't know phlegm's attitude anyway) Question: does derogatory mail get the writer busted for anything? Skinner???

Here's what phlem (who can't even spel that wurd rit) wrote to me:
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Phlem
Usually there's a report filed for this blatant breach of the rules.

As what happened to me. I guess your better than me.

Cheers.
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Kick little old ladies like IA in the shins, buster, and I kick back.

You're soooo above us, maybe we should idolize you instead?

Nobody does. That's the burr under your saddle!

Do you damn with faint praise everyone you allegedly 'like'? Or just PBO?

That's almost my favorite picture

And you and Cha and others have given me so many. Thank you!

A lot of messed up people are jealous of President Obama. The rest of us love him.

And you generally sound like a paid Koch-ass-kissing troll.

I agree!

How dare he??? What's he done for ME lately?

Wait... I can't count that high.

He also said

that if Christians lived their faith properly, no religion could stand against it. Obviously we're poor representatives of Christ. Most of us anyway.

Always a circus, especially when a collection agency's involved.

I had a neighbor here in RedNeckLand who moved to Witchita, KS and incurred a non-health-related bill she never paid. But she'd written me down as a credit reference w/o my knowledge or consent, so when the collection agency couldn't find her, they started after me. I don't like those guys or their methods, so I always bite back hard but it still took months to get them off my back. At one point I told them since they seemed to think that anyone could pass off debts to anyone else of their choice, I was going to max out my credit card and send the bill to them to pay whether they agreed to it or not. "Well, if you do that, you're going to jail for fraud, bitch!" the man said. I said maybe we could be cell mates, because he'd be right there too.

Then another time I simply BROWSED the online selections for Book of the Month Club, then sent them an email to ask a question. Soon after I received a huge bill even though they never sent the books I never ordered. Eventually their unmet demands for payment prompted calls from another collection agency and I had another messy round with them. Neither the Book of the Month Club nor the collection agency has a credit card or social for me, but I guess my address is easy enough to find with an email trail. Six months after I thought I'd finally rid myself of them, here comes another dun letter insisting I call them immediately. I won't, because it may reset their legal privileges of some kind. But if the phone calls resume, I'm going to raise bloody hell like they've never seen before.

I know this thread is about medical insurance and costs, and I apologize if I've erred by wandering too far afield, but dammit those collection agencies figure in too, and they are the worst.

Only problem, he might be less likely to accept it then.

Older dogs w/o early positive exposure to crating tend to hate it. I have a big spindle baby bed in the living room for Molly Maguire and Brigid when needed, but you can't force MM into a carrier for a second. She freaks out, and Brigid probably would too. Neither will tolerate a stroller, becoming destructive little demons when I try.

They love the baby bed though because it's big and fairly open, and that's where they cuddle and sleep and get snacks and all sorts of happy stuff. When Brigid is closer to a year old, I'll put a second spindle baby bed upstairs and finally we can all sleep in a proper bedroom. Right now I'm worried that when Brigid does require a midnight special potty run, she might not be able to wait long enough to make it down the stairs and out the front door in time - mostly because at MY age, after alerting she'd have to wait until after I went to the bathroom first!

So there are a few more months of sleeping downstairs on the sofa left to go. Won't hurt me any to wait. I already slept downstairs for over 6 years because of the chows. At first I tried leaving them downstairs alone w/o me, but they'd bawl all night until I couldn't take it anymore. After uprooting them from the only home they'd known for 9 years and hauling them almost to a foreign land, I had no right to make them endure any more separation anxiety than I could help. Joy and Freedom never were clingy that way before the big move. But even when we first got here, their inherited slow paralysis had already started and they didn't like to climb stairs anyway. How they flourished another nearly 7 years was a miracle.