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Senior Health Care Solution According to Maxine

 

Senior Health Care Solution

 

So you're a senior citizen and the government says no health care for you, what do you do?

 

Our plan gives anyone 65 years or older a gun and 4 bullets.  Your are allowed to shoot 2 senators and 2 representatives.  Of Course, this means you will be sent to prison.

 

There you will get 3 meals a day, a roof over your head, and all the health care you need!  New teeth, no problem.  Need glasses, great.   New hip, knees, kidney, lungs, heart?  All covered. 

 

And who will be paying for all of this?  The same government that just told you that you are too  old for health care. Plus, because you are a prisoner, you don't have to pay any income taxes anymore.

  
IS THIS A GREAT COUNTRY OR WHAT?!

I have a vision! I am asking the ENTIRE Mindsay online community out there to take part in a good cause by creatively coming up with a cool name for us as a fantasy magic group or school or troupe (what-have-you) that could be used in a fantasy novel. We can be called MINDSAYERS. If it's cool enough and, as part of a charity raffle, inspires a large butt load of donations to Heifer International, our blog community name could be immortalized in a book. Don't believe it's possible? Well, an old friend of mine from my college days is international bestselling fantasy author, Patrick Rothfuss. Last year he had a raffle and raised a lot of money for Heifer International. This year he's doing something very different and I want to invite you all to take part, as a group (this means THE whole Mindsay community) or individuals (especially if you have a cooler idea than mine), to give to Heifer International AND take part in the raffle. You can find all the fine details for the raffle here on Patrick's blog or I'll kinda break it down later after I pitch the Mindsay reunion tour name idea.



After reading all the wonderful entries the folks on this blog community have written, I've discovered we all really are quite the family. As a real city or institution somewhere, maybe a band or troupe of bards, I'd like to think we would, in a fantasy world/setting, also be a community that hosts or shelters people of a like mind; people who "mind say" or who are "mind seers" normal folk can turn to where anything can be confessed or said. No matter where you are in this fantasy world, there is a "mind sayer" out there you can turn to to help you express yourself or find yourself, especially if you are lost. The "real world" Mindsayers here are always free to express themselves. Mindsay as a community is host to thinkers and writers. Imagine us as the fantasy people who could be known as "Mindsayers" -- a vagabond kind of travelling storytellers, seers, wise people, performers, etc. who speak with their minds and invite others to do so as well. What say you, Mindsayers?



Not familiar with Patrick Rothfuss' fantasy series? Don't worry. Let this be your invitation to pick up book one The Name of the Wind. And I apologise if I'm sounding like a pimp, but I've known Pat a long while and he's an excellent writer. I would be very pleased if we can help out with his favorite charity, if nothing else! So....


This is a very informal, spur-of-the-moment idea and has yet to be okay-ed by Brian or Adam but I hope they will be keen on the idea and, if anything, will inspire them to donate to Pat's Heifer International raffle.


DEADLINE IS NOVEMBER 15!!!!



I know this doesn't leave much time, but if you follow the instructions below quickly and mention you are donating to the raffle with the name "MINDSAYERS" and mention in clear handwritten or typed/printed script what this idea is about, or if you have a better name idea and include MINDSAYER as part of the character name, I think Pat will catch on to the idea. I just kinda-sorta mentioned the idea to Pat on Facebook, and I don't think he'll mind a group name idea as a raffle. We'll have to see. We're a vocal group, so if this proves popular, no matter what we'll get his attention. Also, my own personal individual donation will be sent via snail mail and I'll write out the entire idea I suggested here to Pat. I'll let you know ASAP if he responds.




After checking out Pat's official rules and info, here's how I've broken down the donation process with the following (but be sure to refer to his rules for best clarification):



1. It works like a regular raffle where you buy tickets that are $10 each.

2. You have two ways to buy tickets: by snail mail or paypal.

a. Snail Mail: Make out a check to Patrick Rothfuss for the amount you want to donate and send a 3x5 index card with 1) Your phone number on top, 2) Your Real Name in full, 3) The Name you have ingeniously created to be included in Pat's next book, 4) Your Email, 5) Mail this to the following address:

Pat Rothfuss
PO Box 186
Stevens Point, WI 54481



b. PayPal: Each online donation will be $11 per ticket. Go to Pat's blog to automatically donate via the buttons provided there REMEMBER, HOWEVER, TO INCLUDE THE FOLLOWING INFORMATION IN A NOTE: 1) Your phone number, 2) Your Real Name in full, 3) The Name you have ingeniously created to be included in Pat's next book, 4) Your Email. Do that with your online donation or it can't be added later. Again, for all the details go to Pat's blog and it'll be explained much better there.



There is even a poorboy raffle method and THE COOL NAME OPTION of which I'm pitching to the whole Mindsay community here and then run it by Pat to see what he thinks. It would help greatly if I could back up the idea with PLENTY of donations from you all, my dearest friends. I have yet to approach Pat about it, so I can't promise it'll work, but if I can get you to donate money so that families in third world countries can get some healthy livestock... Well, that's more important to me than trying to stick a name I came up with in Pat's next book, right?



Got a better idea than mine? REPLY TO THIS BLOG ASAP and we'll cook something juicy up!

The w4eek ends today - yikes, it went fast!

Thank you, thank you, thank you to Smurfy for making it happen and to the folks who returned for this week. It was great to see (read) you again and for a few day it was kinda like the old days. Drop by again from time to time - youare welcome presences.

More cleaning and shopping today. Tonight I am invited out for dinner and a concert and am too tired to feel excited about going.

After work yesterday, and after my car got an oil change, I laid in bed and decided to take a nap. I didn't plan on sleeping for too long, knowing that I have two poker tournaments to attend. But believe me, no matter how uncomfortable I feel about doing this, I kept the "Mindsay Blog Reunion Tour" in mind.

------------Wait, back up....

All throughout my workday, I felt alive. I felt great. I was having one of those days where I wish it would never end. Suddenly, I knew what to write about for the Mindsay Blog Reunion Tour. It was one of those days where it seems like things were all back in place, for as long as I put God first place. I was grateful for every second of it. I remember beginning my day with thanksgiving, and it trickled down all throughout the day.

Like I said, everything seems to be in place. I haven't had a sip of alcohol since Sunday, and I'd like to continue this for a while. This must be the result of it. However, I have had a great day all throughout the week, rain or shine. I've been sleeping a lot earlier than usual, my Angel has been doing the same, and we are finding out the results to be a lot heathier for the both of us.

While I was getting an oil change, these three girls sat next to me, while I was playing "Card Aces: Hold'em Poker" on my Palm Pre. I have this bad habit of muttering ugly comments when I lose a hand in poker. One of them overheard and responded "Pocket Jacks, only three ways to play them..." and out of instinct, I replied "...all of them are wrong! I know," Then she laughed, because we both knew that the quote is true.

We had a very short conversation until my car was ready and I had to go. I said "Ladies, have a good rest of the day..." The one I was talking to about Civics and Poker, out of instinct, said "Good night! I mean.. Have a good day..." All her friends laughed and I overheard one of them said "We're not in Holiday Inn!" I just smiled, said "Hmmm, Good morning..." as I winked and left. As I was leaving, I kept hearing one of them say "Go get his number... lol" Instead of waiting, I rushed out of there. Sorry ladies, not looking! :P

------------Ok, now we're back to the regular timeline....:

4:00pm Yesterday Afternoon: As I was laying down, I was trying my best to think of something to post. But in reality, I was thinking harder of what "not-to-post". Maybe I am trying to hard and maybe I am thinking too much. Then it happened...

7:00pm Yesterday Evening: ...I woke up. It's ok for me to miss the lame ass poker tournament at Smiley's Sports Bar. The one I really don't want to miss the one at Frank'n'Stein's Bar & Grill. BUT, I still didn't want to get up.

I went downstairs to smoke a cigarette. I feel the energy I had all day, but now I'm just being lazy. I went and checked my phone, and all I got were Twitter notifications from Tweed. I laid my head back down on my pillow, stretched and the next thing I know...

1:00am This Morning: ...what happened? Now I'm really awake. I had dreams, dreams where you would swear that they were real. In my dream, I was happy. I went around town, meeting friends and drinking without getting drunk at all. In my dream, I didn't even think about poker, or computers, or whatever. In my dream, I was still having a good day!

My phone must've been off-the-hook with phone calls, text messages, Twitter updates, emails, and whatever. I got phone calls from numbers I didn't even know about (yes, they were local: 832 and 281 numbers). One of them was an invitation from the poker night that I knew I missed this past 10pm. Damn. Luckily, I wasn't craving chicken strips. LOL

I prepared myself dinner: Rice and canned tuna. Then I worked on my computer for a bit, with the problems I've been having with TweetDeck (it's a Twitter desktop app), and still couldn't get it to work.

It was quiet around the house, and I didn't want to stay on the phone too long, so I decided: Maybe I should get back to my "to-do list" tomorrow instead. I went back to sleep at 4:00am and woke up at 8:00am. I knew I couldn't sleep any more than I already had.

This is probably one of those seasons of my life, where I hybernate most. I should take advantage of it.

The weirdest thing about it: I didn't take any sleeping pills throughout the night, like I normally would. This I gotta say, Today was a Good Day.

Boring huh?

Our friend who has been the hospital for three months goes home on Monday.  Yesterday and today (and tomorow) we cleaned and reorganized the apartment.  We bought new dishes and microwave and new furniture is en route.  Tomorrow we rig new lights in the kitchen and polish the floors.  Can you say tired?

 

I think changing the Army's everyday uniform to a beret and camo was a fashion gaffe.

 

Warren Buffet is innerested in revitalizing the passenger railroad system.  I'm thinking I want a train job.