We've had a hard Summer. First Memaw had her bad stroke. Then a few weeks ago I had to take Carrie to the ER for high blood pressure. This weekend Lena wrecked her car...had to go to the hosptial via ambulance. Luckily just bumps and bruises, but now she has no car until she gets insurance settlement.
My parents had their new travel trailer break down on them. Then their truck got hit by a big limb from a freak storm. Then a few days later Granny and Libby were going to the post office and were hit by a run away truck that had gotten out of gear.
I hope we are done for a while!!!
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Monday, August 17, 2009
Manic Monday
Wow. School starts on Wednesday, so today was our "dry run" to practice getting everyone into a routine. There was much screaming, wailing and gnashing of teeth, and it wasn't all from me.
Memaw and Pepaw are staying with us the next few days because we didn't have a babysitter. Madi wailed for close to an hour that she couldn't get up because she got NO sleep last night because Memaw snored all night.
Libby bawled for an hour because her contacts hurt when she put them in....she wailed and screamed. I wouldn't let her take them out. Frank got in trouble for shoving Libby....couldn't hardly blame him....I wanted to shove her too.
The only one who had a great morning was Carlie. Tonight is the Meet Your Teacher day. She woke me up at 4am asking if it was time to get up yet. I told her no...and she preceded to wake me up every thirty minutes until 6am asking the same question. At 6am....when I got up.....she sprang out of bed tearing around the house getting her clothes on and eating breakfast. She was ready to go at 6:15am....a world record for her.
I got to work and had to wait for a train to go by. While I was waiting and thunderstorm hit. I had an umbrella, so I decided I could run in from the parking lot. The sidewalk was flooded and by the time I made it to the office I was literally soaked to the skin from the waist down. I was so soaked that the vitamins in my pocket were melted.
I was freezing to death, so after it stopped raining I ran over to Kohls and got dry shoes, socks and pants. What a way to start the week!!!!
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Well THAT Burned My Butt
Well whatever I've done to generate all of this bad luck is still plaguing me. We were supposed to have our family pictures taken two weekends ago. The outfit that I wanted to wear had spaghetti straps, and I had a mish-mash of farmer's tan lines. So I decided I'd go get one of those sunless tans.
On Thursday, I made an appointment to get the tan applied. When I arrived at the place she told me the tanless stuff would work alot better if I'd lay on one of the tanning beds for a few minutes first. I TOLD her that I DID NOT want to get burned. She said she'd just put me in there for 12 minutes. So I did the bed, and then I did the spray on stuff.
That night I had my band concert at 8pm. Our mini-van has leather seats with seat warmers. Everythng was fine at the concert, but when I got in the car afterwards I told Bob "Hey, I think the seat warmers are on for some reason." My butt was on FIRE. He checked them and said they weren't on. And then it hit me. I raise up my shirt and had Bob look at my back. It was firey RED and so was my butt.
Then that same night, I spilled a rootbeer float in my lap.
The next Tuesday, on the way to band practice I spilled a 44 oz size pop in my lap AGAIN. And had to go home and change.
Then Thursday my basement flooded. A pipe broke and flood Libby's room, the bathroom and half of the living room. Ugh!!!!
On Thursday, I made an appointment to get the tan applied. When I arrived at the place she told me the tanless stuff would work alot better if I'd lay on one of the tanning beds for a few minutes first. I TOLD her that I DID NOT want to get burned. She said she'd just put me in there for 12 minutes. So I did the bed, and then I did the spray on stuff.
That night I had my band concert at 8pm. Our mini-van has leather seats with seat warmers. Everythng was fine at the concert, but when I got in the car afterwards I told Bob "Hey, I think the seat warmers are on for some reason." My butt was on FIRE. He checked them and said they weren't on. And then it hit me. I raise up my shirt and had Bob look at my back. It was firey RED and so was my butt.
Then that same night, I spilled a rootbeer float in my lap.
The next Tuesday, on the way to band practice I spilled a 44 oz size pop in my lap AGAIN. And had to go home and change.
Then Thursday my basement flooded. A pipe broke and flood Libby's room, the bathroom and half of the living room. Ugh!!!!
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Julie Pool's Series of Unfortunate Events
You know....nothing HORRIBLE has happened to me in the last few weeks. But when enough little things happens, it starts to wear on a person.
This all started a month ago. I went on a work related trip to Texas (that I didn't want to go on in the first place).
- The weekend before the trip, we went to the car dealership and traded my little sports car in for a truck for Bob. This made sense. We only needed two vehicles and we need two vehicles that could seat all of us. Plus I'm saving for a new house. But I still cried when we left it at the car lot.
- While I was on my trip, I had a fender bender in a rental car. THAT cause a hugh mess at work, because no one knew what to do about it, how to handle the insurance, I had to be drug tested, and there was a question about whether or not I had reported it to the correct people at work.
- In the middle of the trip, my beloved old cat Shadow became ill, and Bob took him to the vet.
- We thought Shadow was going to be okay. I brought him home, but he refused to eat. And I had to have him put to sleep that next weekend.
- The day before I put Shadow to sleep, I discovered that all three of my daughters had lice. And THAT was a huge mess getting that taken care of.
- Last week our refridgerator started spewing water on the floor. That was $50 for a new filter. Then the same day, my computer crashed without warning.
- I took the harddrive out and took it all over town hoping someone could get my year's worth of pictures off of it that I didn't have backed up. I waited in line for an hour at Best Buy. They told me they found the files, and they could do it but it would cost $100. I paid them. They called me back yesterday and told me that they couldn't get any of the data its gone. My precious pictures are gone.
- I bought a new computer. I should have been able to just plug it in and start using it. But I cannot get it to connect to the internet. I spent a great deal of Sunday on the phone with ATT and no one can tell me why I can connect to the internet but it takes over 10 minutes for a page to load.
- Then today, I decided that I would try to cheer myself up by dressing nicely for work. So I put on heels and a dress. I had been in my office no more than 30 minutes before I tripped over a cord and went sprawling. I bloodied my knee and jarred my hand, wrist and shoulder.
I just want to cry. Wahhhhhhhh. I want my car back. I want my cat back. I want my pictures back. I want my computer to work. When I get stressed out I get patches of skin on my face that turn red and then flake off. My face is about to peel off of my skull. Blech!!!!
Update: Whatever Gremlin has ahold of me just will NOT let go. I ordered a 44 oz Diet Coke with my lunch. When I got ready to go into the office, I grabbed the cup and my fingers went right though it. I spilled 44 ozs of pop right down my leg. I live 30 minutes from a clean pair of pants. Ugh.
This all started a month ago. I went on a work related trip to Texas (that I didn't want to go on in the first place).
- The weekend before the trip, we went to the car dealership and traded my little sports car in for a truck for Bob. This made sense. We only needed two vehicles and we need two vehicles that could seat all of us. Plus I'm saving for a new house. But I still cried when we left it at the car lot.
- While I was on my trip, I had a fender bender in a rental car. THAT cause a hugh mess at work, because no one knew what to do about it, how to handle the insurance, I had to be drug tested, and there was a question about whether or not I had reported it to the correct people at work.
- In the middle of the trip, my beloved old cat Shadow became ill, and Bob took him to the vet.
- We thought Shadow was going to be okay. I brought him home, but he refused to eat. And I had to have him put to sleep that next weekend.
- The day before I put Shadow to sleep, I discovered that all three of my daughters had lice. And THAT was a huge mess getting that taken care of.
- Last week our refridgerator started spewing water on the floor. That was $50 for a new filter. Then the same day, my computer crashed without warning.
- I took the harddrive out and took it all over town hoping someone could get my year's worth of pictures off of it that I didn't have backed up. I waited in line for an hour at Best Buy. They told me they found the files, and they could do it but it would cost $100. I paid them. They called me back yesterday and told me that they couldn't get any of the data its gone. My precious pictures are gone.
- I bought a new computer. I should have been able to just plug it in and start using it. But I cannot get it to connect to the internet. I spent a great deal of Sunday on the phone with ATT and no one can tell me why I can connect to the internet but it takes over 10 minutes for a page to load.
- Then today, I decided that I would try to cheer myself up by dressing nicely for work. So I put on heels and a dress. I had been in my office no more than 30 minutes before I tripped over a cord and went sprawling. I bloodied my knee and jarred my hand, wrist and shoulder.
I just want to cry. Wahhhhhhhh. I want my car back. I want my cat back. I want my pictures back. I want my computer to work. When I get stressed out I get patches of skin on my face that turn red and then flake off. My face is about to peel off of my skull. Blech!!!!
Update: Whatever Gremlin has ahold of me just will NOT let go. I ordered a 44 oz Diet Coke with my lunch. When I got ready to go into the office, I grabbed the cup and my fingers went right though it. I spilled 44 ozs of pop right down my leg. I live 30 minutes from a clean pair of pants. Ugh.
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