Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Can't contain my excitement!!

I just found out that our school district has passed a Prep-K class ---> to be taught at the elementary school!! And it's free!! Kelton can start on his 5th birthday (or the day after if he doesn't want to go ON his birthday! I'm guessing it will be for him like it was for us turning 16 - at the DMV on your birthday!) Now I won't have to deal with a waiting list to get him into the local pre-school, and I won't have to pay $250/month for him to go to said pre-school. Nope! He'll be a "prep-k'er" at the elementary come January!

I know, I know.......I'll try to work on my enthusiasm, and try to show it more. I'm having issues showing my feelings!!! NOT!!!!!!

Thursday, June 18, 2009

This is so much better

Looks like someone ran into a pair of clippers, and it was way overdue!

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Hypersensitivity probably isn't a good thing

Or maybe I should call it acute awareness. Either way, it's causing me a headache. Since this post has been brewing in the back of my mind for a while, I figure I'd better get a few things off my chest. So, here is a random list of things that bug me...

I'll start off simple - - If I am parked correctly in my space, and you are sharing my parking space with me, without my permission, please have the good sense to take a moment and move your car. You are just being rude, and no good can come of me.

I don't get some people's understanding of coupons. More specifically, the cashier's understanding of coupons. Let me just set the record straight for you cashiers out there ---> accepting my 75¢ off coupon will not reduce your paycheck by 75¢. I promise.

Since we're on the topic of cashiers/store employees, here's another one that blows my mind. If I purchase something from your store, and it is defective, why is it a hassle to return/exchange said defective item? Even better, why would I want you, Mr. I-don't-even-work-at-a-cash register-but-got-called-up-to-"help", to call the manufacturer and have them replace my defective part? If I wanted to wait three weeks for something to be shipped to me, I would have ordered it in the first place. I was having instant gratification issues, and that is why I came into your store and bought it. It also means that I expected to purchase a working item. Again, this isn't coming out of your paycheck, so quit acting like it is.

When expecting a child, why don't some people take note to what their last name is? If your last name is Mack, don't name your newborn son Jack. Say it with me... Jack Mack. William Williams. John Johnson. Lauren Warren. Garret Barrett. Those are just as bad as Justin Thyme and Penny Nickels. And don't even get me started on "creative spelling"! Why would you saddle your innocent offspring for life like that? It isn't cute. It's guaranteed torture. Come on ~ think, people. Think!

This one really gets me. People who drive expensive cars, like Humvees, and yet they can't manage to keep the registration current. I'm not talking about tags expired last month. I mean tags expired 10-11 months ago. If you can't afford ALL aspects of owning a certain vehicle, you can't afford that vehicle at all. Affording a car doesn't just mean being able to make the car payment every month. It means the car payment, the vehicle registration, car insurance, repairs. If you can't even afford those things on a $2,000 car, you can't afford the car. Period.

I've noticed there are two types of people these days: those who love reality TV, and those that don't. I'm one who enjoys it. I'm not into every reality show; I have a few that I enjoy, and American Idol and So You Think You Can Dance are my main faves. Every season, every show, I'm absolutely amazed by the number of people who show up to audition for these kinds of shows who have no business being there in the first place...and then they seem confused and upset when they are given negative feedback and don't make it thru to the show. So which is worse? The fact that they've embarrassed themselves on such a massive platform? Or the fact that there is someone in the background pumping them up with false hopes and misguided confidence? Don't get me wrong - I'm all for being supportive of dreams and aspirations, but I'm also a realist. If your friend/son/daughter/cousin starts singing, and your initial thought is to stab something in your ears to make the noise go away, then please do not falsely praise that person with "you are the best singer I've ever heard - you sound just like...(insert big name here)!!" Want to know why? Because those are the people showing up to audition. Very few people (in general) have the chops for those shows. Please don't force your ten minutes of fame on me. Besides, they're just going to mock you in the long run, and it isn't going to be out of love or respect.

This is just a...sampler...if you will. There are other things that get to me. Just ask my husband. And who knows, maybe a few of them will be brought to light sometime in the future, forcing me to share them with you. Anything is possible here. So what are some things that bug you??

Friday, June 5, 2009

At this rate he'll be driving next week

And thankfully that isn't least not literally.

But it does feel that way.

Jordan is now officially a third grader!

(This was his first day of 2nd grade if you want to compare)

Thursday, June 4, 2009

And the hits just keep on comin'

Apparently my week isn't going to go according to plan. At all. Not that I had a plan...but this wasn't it.

Usually, if my routine is thrown off in any way, it has short-term side effects that lasts only for that day. However, if I (unconsciously) shave the lower half of one leg, and the upper half of the other leg, it seems the residual side effects are more of a...lingering problem.

**OK, so here is the cliffs notes version to get you up to speed with what I've been dealing with over the last ten days: Kelton starts coughing and soon sounds like Peter Brady if he smoked two packs a day. Kelton's nose turns into a snot faucet. Jordan gets cough and snot faucet feature installed. Jordan gets pink eye. I call the doctor, but the girl booking appointments says I can't bring him in due to him being highly contagious, so I can have an advice nurse call me. (I know, makes loads of sense...) Advice nurse calls, but doesn't think its pink eye. She calls back to say that my doctor wants an antibiotic called in "just in case." Lovely. We go thru that day and into next sans pink eye. Then around 3PM he says he can't see because everything is blurry. When I look at him, he has goop covering his eye and pouring out of his eye. Thanks. (Obviously he had the upgraded, dual spigot snot faucet installed...) Now I'm off to the pharmacy to pick up the antibiotic that I don't need because it isn't pink eye but it really is. Cough worsens for both boys, so we land ourselves in the doctor's office. Kelton shows zero signs of being sick (not one cough or anything). Jordan on the other hand tried to cough up his left lung for closer inspection. He gets diagnosed with Croup for the umpteenth time and gets to be 'roid boy for the night. Yay, all fixed and back to school for him so he can enjoy his last week of school.

Whew! Were you able to stay with me?! And that truly was the Readers Digest version, I promise!

Wednesday morning about 6am, Kelton comes into our room crying (or screaming as it sounds at that hour).

Kelton: My eye winked!!!!

Me: ...........

David: Huh?.......What?

Kelton: My. EYE. winked!!!!!!!!!!!!

Me: (opens one eye to look at him)....................

Me and David: (still trying to process the situation)

David: It's okay sweetie, go back to bed.

Me: Wonderful. More pink eye.

His eye is almost swollen shut, and he has crusties. When I have ingested a little liquid caffeine, I'll call the doctor.

I call and get the same girl who said I'd need to talk to an advice nurse. Then I get the same advice nurse from last week to call me back. I explain the eye winking issue, and she says she'll call in another antibiotic. We get to discussing Jordan, and next thing I know, I have an appointment scheduled for Jordan for a re-check. I ask about the fact that Kelton now has pink eye and is highly contagious - - can I bring him with me? She tells me that the appointment booking staff like to tell people that they can't come in due to the "highly contagious" part, but in fact, 80% of the kids in the pediatrics office are sick with one thing or another that is contagious. Wow. Highly reassuring on a multitude of levels..............

I need to go to the bank, but decide not to go before heading to the school - I'll go later. I pick Jordan up from school and explain to him that he's going to the doctor for a recheck because of the wheezing sound he was making in the morning. At the doctor's office, she (the doctor) decides she wants a chest x-ray. Although his lungs sound clear, she wants the picture just to be sure. She writes out the referral to the Imaging Center and we are on our merry way. I decide that I'm so hungry that passing out is immanent if I don't get something to eat. So I head down the road to Jack in the Box and pull into the drive-thru lane. I order food for all three of us and pull forward. As I'm pulling forward, I reach into my purse for my wallet. Huh, can't find it blindly, so I pick up my purse to rummage thru it. Still can't find my wallet. Oh hooray for me, my wallet is sitting on the couch at home. Yes! Now I get to drive forward and tell the girl that I'm sorry, but I don't have my wallet so I don't have any way to pay for my food. She looks at me like I'm playing some version of dine & ditch (drive thru style). Right...because I was in need of a little comic relief, and what better way to satisfy it then to embarrass myself by ordering food I greatly need but have no money to pay for? Yeah, sounds like something I'd do (insert eye rolling and nostril flaring here.)

Well, now that that is over, I realize that without my wallet, I have no insurance card or ID card either. So I call the Imaging Center to find out if I need to have them when I come in, or do I need to go home (45 minutes away) and get my wallet and try this all over again. I'm told we can work around it and go ahead and come on in. When I get there, I'm told it is going to be about a 30-45 minute wait. Oh how exciting for me. I was ready to pass out in the drive thru, but now I get to suffer even longer. Oh yeah - I still have to pick up the antibiotics, but I can't do that either because I don't have a wallet.

Had I just gone to the bank before heading to the school, all this would have been avoided. But I didn't, so how do you fix a situation like this? Well, I don't know about you, but I called my husband and begged him to get on his motorcycle and meet me at the pharmacy...and bring my wallet!! Oh, and the promise of Chinese food too. (And in case you are wondering, I didn't really have to beg him. But I did suggest that he ride the bike in...which is such a torture....)

I hope that the shaving curse is over soon. I can't handle much more fun like what I've had. I just may end up making my own reservation if it keeps going like this.