:: shrugs:: I just don't Understand

I got a 'script for an antibiotic today.

Cipro 500 10 pills

Since I don't have prescription coverage, I went to Meijers because they charge:
NOTHING ... FREE.

The were out of stock.

I next went to Walgreens and their charge:
$22.00

I crossed the street, walked into CVS. Their cost:
$11.00

I got in the car (thinking I'll wait until tomorrow and go back to Meijers) and called Kroger.
$4.00

These prices were for brand name, not generic.

I already have experienced the cluster fuck the health care system is in, but could someone please explain this whole med's pricing difference to me?

What IS wrong with a regulation on this (and other medical billing/charges) being put in place vs allowing private businesses obviously in control of their stock holders PROFIT margins? There has to be middle ground somehow, government vs privately run health care.

There is a whole lot of money being wasted made.

Profit is trumping actual health care.

Laughter, Always the Best Medicine

I'd like to think the majority of the lines on my face tell a story of laughter over the years.

Don an I have a comfort zone as far as teasing, laughing, and joking. We can easily find humor in most situations, whether appropriate or not. [smirk]

Some of those stories aren't repeated because they translate to a "you had to be there" kind of tale.

This one may fall in that category, but even as I type, I can't help to reinforce these laugh lines a bit more.

Don and I have an on-line store.

[Not PicYourFetish, there's nothing for sale there, just visuals]

Recently, we were listing golf wind jackets. I took the photos and decided, meh, fresh out of the package they were wrinkled, they didn't show that the sleeves roll-up and button, and didn't quite do the jacket justice.

I decided it would look better on someone for the photo ... a model.

"Oh Dahhhhhnnnn"

I recruited him with promises he'd have final say. [Mhm, right]

So, I had him put one on. I rolled up one sleeve and lead him out onto the balcony for his photo shoot.

I'd like to post the out takes, but really, they have been deleted. Here's where I'm being kind, but only because I've learned over the years paybacks are a bitch!

After I settled on the pics and used them in the ads, and published them, I got the giggles.

I began dissecting the photo and laughing until I thought I'd pee mah pants.

[Enter the feeling this is one of those "ya had to be there moments"]

I give you the cliff note version ...

Here we have Don, a former Sears model, I'm sure, wearing the jacket, one sleeve rolled up to show how it buttons.


Right hand placed as such because the first few photos had him unconsciously placing his hand in his front jean pocket with all fingers in except the middle finger, whereby flipping off the photographer!

His left hand at first was resting comfortably on the front of his leg, fingers slightly curled inward, in a relaxed position until I realized it was way too close to "center" and he was looking more like a rapper just about to grab his crotch.

He moved it ... so now we have an "ex-deli-lunch-meat slicer" that sliced off all his fingers just below the last knuckle.

I'm thinking he has a career change coming!

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Yes, laughter IS a good medicine. Last Wednesday, Dons father, was taken into ER and ended up having triple by-pass open heart surgery. As the family waited on pins and needles for the next 3 days, the amount of humor that came out was the key to everyone keeping it together.

"Seriously Uncle Dan, did you have to give Bailey a wet willy just as she was saying good-by to her Grandpa before they wheeled him into surgery?"

"And Cindy? We all thank you for the hilarious antic of accusing someone of taking your car keys while we were all out to dinner ... only to exit the restaurant an hour and a half later to find your car unlocked, keys in ignition, and still running in the parking lot!"

"Darren? The nurse explaining there had to be a bowel movement before leaving was directed towards your father, but we were all glad her directions moved you."

Don Sr. had everyone smirking as he "innocently" described how the nurse had to shave him and how he now sports a Mohawk! I think that opened the community brain storming for a new business, with Brad as CEO ... "Manscaping" ... by Brad Scissorhands.

Casey handled cooties like a champ and Cheyne had his Grandpa joking about the "pajama" pants he wore to visit him.

Even Don's mother Janet didn't miss a beat with her endless fast thinking. She realized with his driving restrictions, she'll be at the wheel and they could end up at the casino on her whim!

Don's father is doing so well, he'll be released to go home sometime today.

Janet? Get your nickles ready ;)

The Sweetest Day Night

I pretend not to get all sucked up into those "Hallmark Holidays". I wasn't going to mention it unless Don did first. He did, [here's where you pause and say, awe, how sweet].

Don gave me a beautiful bouquet of mixed flowers and roses. He also took me to dinner, surf and turf, Mmmmm. The entertainment was apropos for the occasion.

The entertainer that night was Mark Randisi. Mark is a local singer, yet he has performed through out the U.S. and Europe. He's performed with many world-class singers and musicians. Mark's sound is a tribute to Frank Sinatra. If you close your eyes ... you just may think it's ole blue eyes himself.

Curious as to how close he sounds like Frank? I found him here on YouTube.

Here is a photo of Frank Sinatra with his buddies,
alleged members of the mafia.
(one of them may or may not be a great uncle of Don's)

Westchester Premier Theater in 1976

From left to right: Paul Castellano, Greory de Palma, Frank Sinatra, Thomas Marson, Carlo Gambino, Jimmy Frattiano, Salvatore Spatola. Bottom row: Joe Gambino, and Richard Fusco.

Wedding Bells, Backwoods Style

Saturday night Don and I went to a "hillbilly" wedding and reception.

The themed party was at the Huron Pointe Yacht Club. Everyone dressed as hillbillies. NASCAR folk (sorry for the label), trailer trashy, and Deliverance type hillbillies.

Don Bubba and I Sugar Britches, made sure we had our finest on. My red flannel shirt tied at the waist and just low enough to show my tit-tat. Bubba had his cut-off shirt over his wife-beater and all 13 of his tat's showing. We had matching neck tat's ... shooting stars.

In anticipation of being the bride, Don bought me a diamond ring. Indeed, a beautiful heart shaped diamond ring. It has to be 50 carats if not more. There is no doubt it's real. The best part, it's totally adjustable!


When we walked in, our names were put in a "bucket" ... gals in one guys in another. Once the preacher finished his drink and put down his stogie, the weddin' plannin' began. Names were drawn and a bridal party was picked, along with the bride and groom.

Our friend Mary, dressed like Elle Mae Clampett, sans blond hair, critters, and a c-ment pond, was picked as the flower girl. Needless to say, flower girls are notoriously shy, so to conquer her fears, Mary threw back a few vodka's & Coke.


Don was picked to be the father of the bride, and the groom. Yes, his role was father and in true (alleged) southern backwoods style, both bride and groom were his "children". With shotgun in Bubba's hand, the bride proceeded down the newspaper taped together aisle.

The drunk joyful bride and her brother groom
with "dad" in the background waving his shotgun in celebration.


Oh, and here is Bubba's friend,
who is also Mary's boyfriend, Homer:

They're Creepy and They're Kooky...

"Mysterious and spooky,
They're all together ooky,
The Addams Family"

Don and I went to a Halloween Party last Saturday night.

By now, ya'll know Don shaves his head. This has been a theme for his Halloween costumes in the past.

Mr. Clean:

Howie Mandel - Deal or No Deal:

This year ... Uncle Fester

That leaves me as Morticia or Wednesday. I picked Morticia. Somehow Uncle Fester partying with his brother's wife was less creepy that Uncle Fester partying with his niece!

We went to a bar party, at Brown's on Harsen's Island. Their annual party to beat all parties. So many people attend, they set up huge tents to handle the amount of people that show up. People also come by boat, dock at Brown's, and just party on their boats. Lots and lots of people.

In the bar was a DJ, wall to wall people, and many costumes. You can imagine how many Playboy Bunnies, kittens, angels, devils, police women, sexy pirates, sexy witches, etc., were there. Any theme you can think of, some bimbo had it on in micro size.

Not me, I was going as Morticia full tilt. I had a long black wig, long sleeves, long to the floor black dress, black leather to the knee boots and white face make up.

I was overheated! I didn't even have a drink and I thought I was going to pass out. We went outside to the tents. Even though they were heated, they were a bit cooler. The tents had a DJ too ... and a parade of women half dressed. How come men don't "half dress"?

Oh, the tent also had a stripper pole for the drunk women amateur to try out.

I was still overheating.

As I looked around, it became clear these women had it right all along ... they certainly weren't hot ... well they were "hawt", but not over heating.

Especially Ms. Camo. Get this ... she had on a camo thong and camo body paint. Yep, painted on leafs for a top! She certainly wasn't hot ... actually, at times you could tell she was cold!

Isn't that public nudity? How did she even get in? [smirk] I wonder, if her Tarzan-ish boyfriend had painted on his loin cloth, would they have let him in? Hey, why DIDN'T he just paint on a loin cloth?

When we first got there, Kim took pics of us pre-makeup melt, but she lost her camera, so the only pic I have is after the makeup started to come off.

Uncle Fester and Morticia:


Uncle Fester was such a hit,
strangers were stopping him to pose for a picture!

Kim was an awesome Vampire and Mickie was an adorable Pirate!

(not sure who the naughty school girl is)