I haven’t written in some time, I’ve been busy, and even a bit lazy. I have so much going on right now, and yet, its all not too much. I don’t know, either way I don’t feel like I have enough seconds in the day to breathe let alone, blog.

Today, we fully registered Nickolas for school. He had his forms, fees, and picture day. We (Lynn and I) took him to school and got all the necessary paperwork filled out. I got all the waivers and forms and such taken care of. He dressed so nice for his picture too! He hated every minute of it. As soon as we left there he started unbuttoning his shirt to take it off. I appreciate that he wore it for me though.

He had spent the weekend over at Matt’s house. He’s such a joke – Matt, not Nickolas. I had asked him multiple times these past few months if he could pick up some stuff for Nickolas for school seeing how I’m not getting a dime for child support. He said, “Sure! Just let me know what you need.” So, a few weeks after that, he calls and asks what I need, I tell him that we got all his supplies, but I could use some more clothes for him. He tells me that’s no problem. I wait, and wait, and see nothing. He had taken Nickolas this entire past weekend because he was going with his girlfriend to her parents house up north. So, I was nice  and let Nickolas go knowing that he’s pulling shit … LONG story short. Matt brings home Nickolas. I ask him if he’s going to to pick up some clothes like I had asked him to weeks prior for Nick for school. He shrugs his shoulders, I call him ridiculous and tell him to get out of my house. He leaves – calls me about 10 minutes later. “So, I’m ridiculous because I refuse to buy Nickolas anything for school. You get ALL of my money as is. I don’t get kicks outta buy him stuff while you still get all my money.” Uhm!? What the fuck. “Matt. I haven’t gotten A DIME from you since May. Therefore I haven’t been able to buy ANYTHING for Nick for school.” This pretty much continued until it was all along the lines of – “you’re a worthless Mom. Nick would be better off living with me. The baby IS mine. You’re teaching Nickolas that its not his brother… what the fuck is that all about?” Wrong. Nickolas insists that this baby is NOT his brother because he don’t want it to be. NOT MY DOING. Blah Blah Blah, Yada Yada Yada – I don’t feel much like talking about this right now. Long story short… Matt’s a douche bag, what’s new?

[Copied from text to Myles...] Okay… two weeks ago I went to the dentist to get referrals to get my teeth pulled. 3 of them. I went, I got referrals it takes 7-10 business days to get sent to the insurance company, get approved, and mailed to the Oral Surgeon… instead of just you know, doing it all at the same dentist. So then the following week, I got another abcessed tooth, had to go in for an emergency visit. Which means, another referral was sent out for the 4th tooth to get pulled, same concept.I call the Oral Surgeon office and ask if the referrals were in yet – they say no, call the insurance company. So I did, they told me I needed to call the dental advocate. So I did, they told me to call Sema for referrals. So I did.  Sema, very kindly gives me approval numbers that the referrals have gone through and otld me to give it to the surgeon.  I call them back, and say “i have approval numbers now, can I get the appointment scheduled?” they say – We have the referral for the first one, there is a second one? We don’t have that one yet.” I’m like Okay, well I have the approval number, can I get it pulled you know it was approved. they say no, we need the actual paper saying we’re going to get paid before doing ANYTHING with that 4th tooth. They tell me to call back Sema and have them fax it over that it will be approved. I call back Sema.  They tell me they don’t fax anything unless its an emergency. Lady got EXTREMELY rude with me.  I tell them what qualifies for an emer cuz its abcessed and badly infected. She says “hold on a damn second”  puts me on hold, another lady comes on the phone “hi i’m jennifer hwo can I help you?” So I go through the WHOLE shit again… telling her whats going on, she says that I need to call the dentist with the approval numbers.  So I did, they say “look, we need the PIECE OF PAPER FROM THEM. FAXED. I ask for the fax number, just in case, they say “They fax shit over here ALL DAY LONG they have the number.”  Hangs up on me. I call back, and they are like “WHO GAVE YOU THIS NUMBER!? PEOPLE DONT CALL HERE. I don’t care the insurance company gave you this number. You’re not special because you know how to pick up a phone and call us, you have to wait JUST like everyone else.”  Hangs up on me. — ANYONE ELSE WHO THINKS I’M PRIVILEGED FOR  HAVING STATE INSURANCE CAN SHOVE IT!

I have so much mroe going on. I’m so stressed out. I don’t feel like blogging about EVERYTHING else at the moment…

The run down is that my drivers test is next Monday. If I don’t pass it, I am not allowed to take the retest for 7 days. Which puts me to the following Monday, Nick starts school that Tuesday. So I HAVE to pass this first test… There is no room for error which means the pressure is that much more. Ugh!

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