Okay, I am just starting this. Misty-dawn prompted me to begin so here goes. They say you type the way you talk. If that's so, and I talk crazy, I probably will type crazy too.
Let's see I turned 30 (yikes) in June. My husband Michael and I have been married 10 years next May, and we have one son, Alexander. He turned 4 yesterday, and he's my whole world.
He's a tad spoiled, as most only-child kiddos are, but other wise he's well behaved. He's got the easiest going nature ever, and his laughter makes me smile, no matter how rough a day I've had.
I work for United Surgical Partners. I handle accounts receivable, contract clarifications, and coordinate insurance underpayment appeals. In short I haggle for money, every day.... I've worked there 7 wonderful years, and I can see myself working there another 35. If you have to work until you are 65 anyway, you might as well do something you enjoy, and I do.
Anywhere else that I'd demand 60 thousand dollars, I'd have someone laugh in my face, but here, I have contracts. They have to adhere to them, or I turn them in to the state. "Oh.. That's okay, don't pay me the 60K, Austin's gonna make you pay the whole 100K... And they do. It's a wonderful feeling of power... It gives me goose bumps.
