We signed a lease for a new place! One catch: it’s not ready until the beginning of August. The gypsy life continues.
But don’t feel sorry for us. Entirely too-gracious family members have taken us in. (Maybe feel sorry for them.)
In the meantime, errands and paperwork abound. Go to medical to get the Tricare Region transferred . . . check. But you can’t do dental here. You’ll have to call this number. And you can’t request transfer of medical records today, because you aren’t in the system yet. You’ll have to come back. Rinse, repeat, et cetera, ad nauseam, for every single aspect of life.
I’m not complaining. Really! Just . . . explaining. You know, why I haven’t been essaying about politics. (The upholding of Obamacare took the wind out of my sails, too.)
Hopefully, the boys’ school situation will be sorted soon. And the to-do list will shorten. In the meantime: contest! I’ll not do one of those fancy poll thingies, as that requires more steps and I am currently both lazy and tired. So just leave your vote in the comment section.
Now, when I casually declared Gwen Stefani’s “It’s My Life” the Worse Cover Ever, clearly I spoke too soon. Because, wow. Y’all brought some serious competition into the mix. Here they are, in no particular order. Late submissions are fine; just add it in a comment.
I’m not sure how long I’ll let the contest run. Probably until I actually have something useful to add to the blogosphere. Which could be awhile.
And no, the Talk Talk cover didn’t even make the cut. Seriously, I’ve been humbled and awed by the disturbing array of wrongness which you readers have brought forth. I’m not even sure which one I’d choose.
Concluding confession: I kinda liked Celine Dion’s cheesy rendition of AC/DC. I’m not even a Celine Dion fan, so it’s hard to explain why. Maybe because she is the best singer in the world. Maybe because it was Vegas. Maybe because Anastacia sang too.
Don’t judge me.