Now that I know how to greet people in Spanish, I can now venture off to Barcelona like Kel Kel. Wonder how that taxi ride would go. Or actually...wonder where I would end up with just "hola".

Ok. I got it. I've been replaced. Is it really necessary to continue rubbing salt on the wound?

My Aunty told me to build a bridge and get over it cause that's what she did. Funny, she's going through exactly what I'm going through and just hearing "OMG! I know exactly you're talking about!" on my way home tonight, made me feel less alone. I guess it's true when they say misery loves company. I am very much looking forward to our dinner next Wednesday. I love my Aunty.


And look at who decided to keep my company right now...

Happy Anniversary to my Old Fart!
(Has it only been 2 years? Hmm...feels a lot longer.)







Lovin' You

Lovin' you is easy cause you're beautiful

Makin' love with you is all i wanna do

Lovin' you is more than just a dream come true

And everything that i do is out of lovin' you

La la la la la la la... do do do do do


No one else can make me feel

The colours that you bring

Stay with me while we grow old


And we will live each day in springtime

Cause lovin' you has made my life so beautiful

And every day my life is filled with lovin' you


Lovin' you i see your soul come shinin' through

And every time that we oooooh

I'm more in love with you

La la la la la la la... do do do do do

Love is...

when your boyfriend traps his fart in the closet, knowing you're going to walk in 2 minutes later.

Someone wrote this on their blog...I couldn't have put it any better in my head.

My mom asked me why I'm writing these letters when I haven't seen/spoken to some of these individuals for years. I know it might be hard to understand but even though some of these people didn't make it to my future, they were critical to my life at some point. I have learned a great deal about being a friend and a loving human being from each of them and even though we may not be a part of each other's lives now, there's never a bad time to apologize or say "thank you."


That is something that I need to take care of. NOW.
Thank you to this person for writing that.


You know who you are. =)

We had a bbq yesterday with a bone-in chicken.

Josh says, "It's not burnt. It's OVERCOOKED."


^_^

My patience is being tested. Ahh...sweet memories of teaching 20 kindergarteners.

But this time, it's not a bunch of 6 year olds. It's not even a 6 year old. She's 29 and new...someone that I have to train at work, which I've done many times before. I've made mistakes before in training...but I learned. I explained all the documents inside a patient chart. Superbills, patient information sheet, Insurance verification, Insurance card copies...etc etc etc. So even though this girl is completely new, I was confident that she would get the hang of it in no time. I know how confusing things are in the beginning, so extra patience. Check.


Until it's crunch time to close the month. Don't want to rush her, so I tell her, "I made a log of all the superbills that have not been posted. Fax those to me and I will post them for you. If it says "Change Insurance" on the supebrill, fax me the Insurance card copies so I can change it. If it says blood on the superbill, fax me the blood requisition form."


Simple, right?




NO. All I got was the superbill. So I call her and very patiently explain to her why I need those documents. Please remember to read the memo on the bottom of every superbill to check for those 2 things.


I make another log. After posting what you have sent me, these are the ones that I need insurance card copies or blood requisition forms.



I get the fax. They are all superbills. AGAIN.
I call her and let her know again. Make her another log, this time, with a key on the bottom as follows:

IF IT HAS "CHANGE INSURANCE", PLEASE FAX NEW INSURANCE WITH SUPERBILL.
IF IT HAS "BLOOD", PLEASE FAX BLOOD REQUISITION FORM WITH SUPERBILL.
THANK YOU!



I think you know how it ends. Yes, I still received some with only superbills.



I don't know how much simpler I can make it.

Every rose has it's thorn...


I watched The Bachelor last night. For Jason. He had his heart broken by DeAnna from a previous season of The Bachelorette. He's a single dad...sweet and sincere. A great match, in my opinion, with Melissa, one of the two finalist fighting for his heart.




And he chose her. Offered to her the final rose. He proposed. She said yes with a squeal.










A happy ending. Just what I needed to see to remind me that there are happily ever afters. But I wrong. He dumped her on the after show of the final rose ceremony. He then proceeded to ask Molly for a second chance, the other girl. All on national television.


Jason can be dumped back into the barrel. He isn't any different from the rest of them.





(I know, I know. It's just a TV show with producers. But still. I was rooting for him since The Bachelorette and to find out he's just like the rest of them is a huge let-down.)

I'm singing Daydream Believer and Jessica is howling like a dog.

A girl can take a hint.



=P

Somethings can't go in reverse. You can't take it back. You can't take what you learned and go back and do things differently. No matter how hard you try to get it back in your life, the damage is already there and what's done is done.

I thought if I tried hard, there might be a chance for things to go back to how they were. But I was wrong.


It's not important to them anymore. You don't matter anymore to them.



And that makes me sad.






Damn it.