I feel as if this has been the longest weekend of my life. Usually weekends fly by and it's sad to go back to work but I think I am ready to sit at my desk tomorrow.
Friday really sucked. It started out with the 333 bus not showing up at the courthouse to pick me up at 4:38. I should have thrown in the towel right then and there. What didn't suck was that my friend Barbara happened to drive by and offered me a ride. Not just to the train but all the way to Escondido. Bless her. But as we got on the freeway I got a call from Luigi saying that he was on his way to pick me up at work. Huh? He said I knew he was coming to get me. No. As it turned out, he assumed I knew he was coming to get me and it never crossed my mind. I think he was a bit upset but you can't really get mad at Jules who was just doing her normal thing - getting herself home as best she could! I told him to turn around and avoid the bedlam known as Vista and the eastbound 78 freeway and go to Escondido instead. So things weren't going too good for me. Then I got a call that I really wanted and voila - no cell service! After 3 attempts we gave up. Got home to an annoying call on my machine from Roxie's vet's office (one of those "sure we will do that for you but it will cost you" kind of calls). Then I opened my mail and found a bill from Kaiser for just under $1000.00. Really? I have excellent med insurance and I never pay more than a $20.00 co-pay and sometimes not even that. So I went into complete panic mode. Those were just a few of the things I was dealing with and being that it was the end of the week and I was tired, I did not handle it well. We'll just leave it at that. I had no idea that it costs $320.00 to see a therapist for an hour at Kaiser without insurance. And an endoscope down your throat? $650.00. I thank God for insurance. As it turned out, there was no need to panic. The bill was 100% an error. I don't owe them a dime. I tend to think the worst and obviously that is not always the best route.
Saturday night I attended a memorial service for our friend, Doug Mitchell. What an amazing man - suffered with a terrible disease and NEVER uttered a word of complaint. Definitely a man to admire.
Then I had some self-inflicted suffering of my own (and yes, I complain a lot). I went to Applebees on my second shop of the week for the same restaurant, different location. What a nightmare. Picture this...9:00 at night...a quiet restaurant. A nice meal out. Oh heck no. In a matter of 5 minutes there was an invasion of approximately 70 San Marcos high school students. Any idea what a room sounds like with a table of twenty 15 year old girls who have no way of communication except to yell and scream? My head was spinning. I couldn't even hear myself think. If I had not been doing a "job" I would have left, but not me - I had to sit through until the bitter end of my "job". So not worth it for a free meal.
The tone of this Blog sounds rather negative but what can I say? It was one hell of a weekend! Not to be repeated. I hope! So tomorrow I will go back to my desk, surrounded by files and phones, and complaints, and annoying bosses. Will I complain? Absolutely! ♥
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Thanksgiving 2010
Thanksgiving this year was at the Hesseltine home in Beaumont CA...nice setting with the snow on the mountains. And a COLD wind blowing down!...
It was a typical Thanksgiving. First we had a fire...
But then we all sat at the table...
And all was well.
There were 14 of us in total. 11 adults and 3 kids. We had the usual fare...turkey, dressing, mashed potatoes, yams, vegetarian casseroles, and pie. Lots of pie. I made all the pies. That would be the last real thing I have made in my kitchen. Because on Wednesday night we had a plumbing problem. It is now Sunday and there is still a plumbing problem. I cannot wash dishes so I have quite the pile going on. We have used up all the paper plates and eaten out quite a bit. I have never rented a place that is privately owned so I assume the landlord needs to be alerted before I call a plumber. Well, she is on vacation and I am getting desperate. I have texted and called her voice mail and no answer. So tomorrow morning Nathan from Palomar Plumbing is coming over to take care of the grayish, smelly water. We met Nathan at the dog park. He has dogs, he is honest. That's how I look at it!
Next year there will be no pies. This girl is going out of town. Thanksgiving will be in a restaurant in a different city and hopefully state. I have never been out of town on a major holiday before so I think there is a first for everything. The fires, the spills, the food, the leftovers, and the dishes I gladly give to another family!
Bring on Christmas!
It was a typical Thanksgiving. First we had a fire...
And then we had a spill...
But then we all sat at the table...
There were 14 of us in total. 11 adults and 3 kids. We had the usual fare...turkey, dressing, mashed potatoes, yams, vegetarian casseroles, and pie. Lots of pie. I made all the pies. That would be the last real thing I have made in my kitchen. Because on Wednesday night we had a plumbing problem. It is now Sunday and there is still a plumbing problem. I cannot wash dishes so I have quite the pile going on. We have used up all the paper plates and eaten out quite a bit. I have never rented a place that is privately owned so I assume the landlord needs to be alerted before I call a plumber. Well, she is on vacation and I am getting desperate. I have texted and called her voice mail and no answer. So tomorrow morning Nathan from Palomar Plumbing is coming over to take care of the grayish, smelly water. We met Nathan at the dog park. He has dogs, he is honest. That's how I look at it!
Next year there will be no pies. This girl is going out of town. Thanksgiving will be in a restaurant in a different city and hopefully state. I have never been out of town on a major holiday before so I think there is a first for everything. The fires, the spills, the food, the leftovers, and the dishes I gladly give to another family!
Bring on Christmas!
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Dogs, Tents, and Mae
It was a good day. I got my Roxie's blood test results late this evening and she is very healthy. With the exception of the Pancreatitis. Kidneys, liver, and everything else is perfect. And no cancer. I have been so worried about her but all is well.
Thanksgiving week sure did get here fast. With the passing of Thanksgiving, there comes the grand entrance to Christmas. My favorite holiday. As long as I don't buy into the hype of it all, it is definitely the most wonderful time of the year. Hype to me is rushing to Target at 4:00a.m. this Friday and flying down the aisles like that ridiculous woman on the TV commercials. Where in the heck did Target find her? She is a freak! Speaking of hype and freaks, I just read a news story that there is some family camping out in front of Best Buy in St. Petersburg, FL. They are waiting for Black Friday. This woman wants a Notebook, a TV, and a Blue Ray. Maybe just a tad greedy? THAT is what I don't want Christmas to be.
On the subject of Christmas...my sister was on her way to my house about 4 years ago with Christmas gifts. She never made it. Not sure if she got robbed, lost, or gave them away to the homeless. I'm hoping for the latter. I'm always trying to figure out if she is truly full of crap or if she means well but is an idiot! Here is her latest endeavor...She plans to be THE grandma of the century. She is beyond obsessed with the upcoming arrival of her first grandchild. My sister always goes overboard no matter what she does. This time is no exception. She bought the little darling so many clothes and toys that she could not shove them all into her Honda Accord. She has rented an apartment near her son and daughter-in-law ("so I will have easy access to take the baby"). She claims the baby's parents will never see the baby because she will have it. She has talked her way into the delivery room. She has made her son promise that she can hold the baby before he does. I asked her if her daughter-in-law is registered at Babies R Us or Target and she said absolutely not. "She doesn't need to register for gifts because she has me and I will take of EVERYTHING". She even begged to name this child. She was given the green light to give it a middle name. Her choice is ..."Mae" - I said "as in Mae West"? She corrected me and said that our grandma's name was Mae. Alrighty then. She's not MY grandmother! Kind of like when she refers to her mother as "my mother" and then corrects herself and says "our mother". NO, she is not "our" mother. She is YOUR mother. So this baby...Kensey Mae...will be here in February. I'm pretty sure it will make the news. My sister will see to it. Good grief!
Until next time...♥
Thanksgiving week sure did get here fast. With the passing of Thanksgiving, there comes the grand entrance to Christmas. My favorite holiday. As long as I don't buy into the hype of it all, it is definitely the most wonderful time of the year. Hype to me is rushing to Target at 4:00a.m. this Friday and flying down the aisles like that ridiculous woman on the TV commercials. Where in the heck did Target find her? She is a freak! Speaking of hype and freaks, I just read a news story that there is some family camping out in front of Best Buy in St. Petersburg, FL. They are waiting for Black Friday. This woman wants a Notebook, a TV, and a Blue Ray. Maybe just a tad greedy? THAT is what I don't want Christmas to be.
On the subject of Christmas...my sister was on her way to my house about 4 years ago with Christmas gifts. She never made it. Not sure if she got robbed, lost, or gave them away to the homeless. I'm hoping for the latter. I'm always trying to figure out if she is truly full of crap or if she means well but is an idiot! Here is her latest endeavor...She plans to be THE grandma of the century. She is beyond obsessed with the upcoming arrival of her first grandchild. My sister always goes overboard no matter what she does. This time is no exception. She bought the little darling so many clothes and toys that she could not shove them all into her Honda Accord. She has rented an apartment near her son and daughter-in-law ("so I will have easy access to take the baby"). She claims the baby's parents will never see the baby because she will have it. She has talked her way into the delivery room. She has made her son promise that she can hold the baby before he does. I asked her if her daughter-in-law is registered at Babies R Us or Target and she said absolutely not. "She doesn't need to register for gifts because she has me and I will take of EVERYTHING". She even begged to name this child. She was given the green light to give it a middle name. Her choice is ..."Mae" - I said "as in Mae West"? She corrected me and said that our grandma's name was Mae. Alrighty then. She's not MY grandmother! Kind of like when she refers to her mother as "my mother" and then corrects herself and says "our mother". NO, she is not "our" mother. She is YOUR mother. So this baby...Kensey Mae...will be here in February. I'm pretty sure it will make the news. My sister will see to it. Good grief!
Until next time...♥
Friday, November 19, 2010
They say Money Grows on Trees...
I have the biggest cold sore ever. It is by far the biggest, ugliest one I have ever owned. Hideous really. Every time I look in the mirror I feel as if it has grown. If you can't take ugly, don't look...
Somebody PLEASE help me! I have tried Lysine, Abreva, and even covered it with Milk of Magnesia. I thought these things were supposed to get better with time but it ain't happening here. My friend Patty told me they have something called Valtrex (prescription) so that may be tomorrow's attempt.
As I write this, my upstairs neighbors seemed to have just gotten home. Last night I had to call the sheriff on them. Partying on a Thursday night - loud music, yelling, rolling stuff across the floor...not my idea of a work night. Any night for that matter. After the sheriff left, the party somewhat broke up but they thought they would teach me a lesson and stomp on the floor until 1:30ish a.m. From the sounds of it, they intend to punish me tonight too.
Roxie claimed she was ill tonight so yours truly took her to the vet. $178.00 later...she was the Belle of the Ball at the animal center. Wagging the poofy tail, shaking paws, smiling, accepting cookies from strangers, and laughing at me the whole time. She did have a complete blood panel done. If there is nothing wrong with her blood work, they believe she may have a serious case of Zoe-itis which is depression over having a new kitten in the house to share the attention. Nice. It's ok - money does grow on trees after all. Right?
I said I would talk about my sister today but I think I will leave that for tomorrow. I'm too tired and broke to even think about her.
Wishing all a wonderful weekend (rain here in Southern Cali). ♥
P.S. Remember the 24 hours with no Facebook games? I relapsed.
As I write this, my upstairs neighbors seemed to have just gotten home. Last night I had to call the sheriff on them. Partying on a Thursday night - loud music, yelling, rolling stuff across the floor...not my idea of a work night. Any night for that matter. After the sheriff left, the party somewhat broke up but they thought they would teach me a lesson and stomp on the floor until 1:30ish a.m. From the sounds of it, they intend to punish me tonight too.
Roxie claimed she was ill tonight so yours truly took her to the vet. $178.00 later...she was the Belle of the Ball at the animal center. Wagging the poofy tail, shaking paws, smiling, accepting cookies from strangers, and laughing at me the whole time. She did have a complete blood panel done. If there is nothing wrong with her blood work, they believe she may have a serious case of Zoe-itis which is depression over having a new kitten in the house to share the attention. Nice. It's ok - money does grow on trees after all. Right?
I said I would talk about my sister today but I think I will leave that for tomorrow. I'm too tired and broke to even think about her.
Wishing all a wonderful weekend (rain here in Southern Cali). ♥
P.S. Remember the 24 hours with no Facebook games? I relapsed.
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