Monday, November 29, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Well my phone is fixed now . . .
And I'm not sure but I think I was just propositioned by the repair man.
A week ago Wednesday a daycare parent exclaimed that she'd been trying to get a hold of me by phone for the last couple of days. My usual response and my response to her now was that I didn't see the light blinking on my answering machine. She said my answering machine was not picking up. The phone just rang and rang.
I picked up my phone. No dial tone. Hmm.
Thursday my Avon lady showed up at my door with my order. She usually calls before trekking up my steps but here she was. Then it hit me, phone not working. She said there was an article in the paper about some SW phone outages. I wrote her a check and sent her off. After checking out my Avon loot I sat at the computer.
My DecaturDaily.com subscription ran out a few months ago so I was forced to renew if I wanted to read what happened to my phone. I did and she was right. An AT&T contractor had accidentally cut something big and bad Monday afternoon around 1:30. Days ago. I should have missed all the phone solicitors that didn't call all week. The paper said the fix may take as long as three days. By now it had already been three days.
Friday morning friend T called to ask if I had ditched my home phone. I threaten to cut AT&T out of my life completely at least once a week, it seems one service or another is always screwed up. She thought I had finally had enough and cut ties. But no, I explained the mess up and told her my phone would be back soon. She said, "No, someone else is answering my number."
I hung up and immediately called my number. Sure enough, somebody answered my home number , "Bueno?" Followed by, "No hablo Ingles. You wrong number."
I hung up and called hubby. "When you call home and dude answers, "Bueno?" it's not my new Latino Lover.
I have to wonder just how many of my phone calls this guy got. Apparently this started as early as Thursday morning. My friends and clients must have been keeping his phone ringing off the wall. Wonder if he even knew about the phone mishap? Maybe he just thought we were screw balls.
Next I called AT&T. I had to talk to the recording again answering it's questions concisely in as few words as possible. I forgot the technique I learned a few years back (have baby screaming in the background so computer can't make out my answers and I get a human almost at once - see earlier post PLEASE, just say yes or no!). Because I had proclaimed an interruption in service, I was directed to billing and was placed on hold for the next 25 minutes before being informed that my bill was current. I knew that. I explained the cutting of the line and that currently someone else was receiving my phone calls and she redirected me to repairs. After telling my phone number to the computer three times I was fed a recording that told me basically what the newspaper did and that I should have my phone service by Monday evening.
Monday night, no phone.
Tuesday morning, no phone.
Tuesday night, no phone.
Wednesday morning, no patience.
I called AT&T (now on my speed dial) and this time I told the computer repairs, repairs, repairs. I got repairs. I was informed by the nice lady that my phone was now working, that the issue had been resolved last Friday night.
"Wrong," I said, "I just called Pedro last night to check to see if I had any important messages. He's still getting my calls." And his "Ingles" is improving.
AT&T lady, "Who's Pedro?"
"Someone else is still getting my calls!"
"No, that issue was resolved last Friday according to the work order. You must have something else wrong with your phone."
Well that's not right likely but I let her place a new work order on my line and I asked her to rush that because I really needed the use of my line. My daycare license requires a land line or I would have ditched them years ago.
"Ok, your repair is scheduled to take place before Friday evening, " the voice said. I hung up. It was 7:50am.
At 9:50am my phone rang. I happened to be sitting at the computer adjusting my lunch menu and the sound about threw me out of the chair.
Startled, I answered it, "Good morning?"
"Is this Ms. Carol?"
"Yes?" Often called Ms. Carol but mostly by voices I recognized.
"Hi honey, this is AT&T. I've just repaired your line. There were still a couple of lines that were switched - blah, blah, blah. I just saw your ticket up and it wasn't due for work until day after tomorrow but I said I want that one. I'm going to get her today. I'm sorry for the inconvenience sweetie. Anything else I can do for you today, hun?
Well, my boyfriend canceled for this afternoon so I have a ten minute spot before I pick up my . . . "No, that'll be all. Thank you," and I hung up.
DId he know me? Do I know any AT&T techs? I don't think so. He sounded a lot like the tech who fixed my phone and my DSL last spring. He was full of "hun" and "sweetie" too.
Then it occurred to me. The outlet in my bedroom wasn't working. I bet he had just the tools to fix that. And if he didn't, I have a nightstand drawer full of 'em.
A week ago Wednesday a daycare parent exclaimed that she'd been trying to get a hold of me by phone for the last couple of days. My usual response and my response to her now was that I didn't see the light blinking on my answering machine. She said my answering machine was not picking up. The phone just rang and rang.
I picked up my phone. No dial tone. Hmm.
Thursday my Avon lady showed up at my door with my order. She usually calls before trekking up my steps but here she was. Then it hit me, phone not working. She said there was an article in the paper about some SW phone outages. I wrote her a check and sent her off. After checking out my Avon loot I sat at the computer.
My DecaturDaily.com subscription ran out a few months ago so I was forced to renew if I wanted to read what happened to my phone. I did and she was right. An AT&T contractor had accidentally cut something big and bad Monday afternoon around 1:30. Days ago. I should have missed all the phone solicitors that didn't call all week. The paper said the fix may take as long as three days. By now it had already been three days.
Friday morning friend T called to ask if I had ditched my home phone. I threaten to cut AT&T out of my life completely at least once a week, it seems one service or another is always screwed up. She thought I had finally had enough and cut ties. But no, I explained the mess up and told her my phone would be back soon. She said, "No, someone else is answering my number."
I hung up and immediately called my number. Sure enough, somebody answered my home number , "Bueno?" Followed by, "No hablo Ingles. You wrong number."
I hung up and called hubby. "When you call home and dude answers, "Bueno?" it's not my new Latino Lover.
I have to wonder just how many of my phone calls this guy got. Apparently this started as early as Thursday morning. My friends and clients must have been keeping his phone ringing off the wall. Wonder if he even knew about the phone mishap? Maybe he just thought we were screw balls.
Next I called AT&T. I had to talk to the recording again answering it's questions concisely in as few words as possible. I forgot the technique I learned a few years back (have baby screaming in the background so computer can't make out my answers and I get a human almost at once - see earlier post PLEASE, just say yes or no!). Because I had proclaimed an interruption in service, I was directed to billing and was placed on hold for the next 25 minutes before being informed that my bill was current. I knew that. I explained the cutting of the line and that currently someone else was receiving my phone calls and she redirected me to repairs. After telling my phone number to the computer three times I was fed a recording that told me basically what the newspaper did and that I should have my phone service by Monday evening.
Monday night, no phone.
Tuesday morning, no phone.
Tuesday night, no phone.
Wednesday morning, no patience.
I called AT&T (now on my speed dial) and this time I told the computer repairs, repairs, repairs. I got repairs. I was informed by the nice lady that my phone was now working, that the issue had been resolved last Friday night.
"Wrong," I said, "I just called Pedro last night to check to see if I had any important messages. He's still getting my calls." And his "Ingles" is improving.
AT&T lady, "Who's Pedro?"
"Someone else is still getting my calls!"
"No, that issue was resolved last Friday according to the work order. You must have something else wrong with your phone."
Well that's not right likely but I let her place a new work order on my line and I asked her to rush that because I really needed the use of my line. My daycare license requires a land line or I would have ditched them years ago.
"Ok, your repair is scheduled to take place before Friday evening, " the voice said. I hung up. It was 7:50am.
At 9:50am my phone rang. I happened to be sitting at the computer adjusting my lunch menu and the sound about threw me out of the chair.
Startled, I answered it, "Good morning?"
"Is this Ms. Carol?"
"Yes?" Often called Ms. Carol but mostly by voices I recognized.
"Hi honey, this is AT&T. I've just repaired your line. There were still a couple of lines that were switched - blah, blah, blah. I just saw your ticket up and it wasn't due for work until day after tomorrow but I said I want that one. I'm going to get her today. I'm sorry for the inconvenience sweetie. Anything else I can do for you today, hun?
Well, my boyfriend canceled for this afternoon so I have a ten minute spot before I pick up my . . . "No, that'll be all. Thank you," and I hung up.
DId he know me? Do I know any AT&T techs? I don't think so. He sounded a lot like the tech who fixed my phone and my DSL last spring. He was full of "hun" and "sweetie" too.
Then it occurred to me. The outlet in my bedroom wasn't working. I bet he had just the tools to fix that. And if he didn't, I have a nightstand drawer full of 'em.
Monday, August 09, 2010
I know, Inquiring minds want to know. . .
The thing has been removed. Thank you so much Donny! I have successfully suppressed the urge to vomit.
The pond has been flushed and the fish are swimming around acting like nothing out of the ordinary has happened though I know they are still in shock and for many many months will suffer post traumatic stress syndrome from the horrific event of the predawn hours.
I did question the ones that looked just a little too smug but all agree there was no wrong doing or foul (should that be feline?) play. The cat simply fell in, end of story, according to the big boss.
And so for now, all has returned to normal. I even notified our friend at animal control so if anyone comes around looking for their pet, well, they can give them the bad news.
One more thing, Tylerann, you know there is photo documentation of everything that happens here and you really want to see it. I'll not let you down.
Sleepin' with the fishes
The pond has been flushed and the fish are swimming around acting like nothing out of the ordinary has happened though I know they are still in shock and for many many months will suffer post traumatic stress syndrome from the horrific event of the predawn hours.
I did question the ones that looked just a little too smug but all agree there was no wrong doing or foul (should that be feline?) play. The cat simply fell in, end of story, according to the big boss.
And so for now, all has returned to normal. I even notified our friend at animal control so if anyone comes around looking for their pet, well, they can give them the bad news.
One more thing, Tylerann, you know there is photo documentation of everything that happens here and you really want to see it. I'll not let you down.
Sleepin' with the fishesTime with My Boys
Ok, I know I am way late posting these but I've been a little busy playing games on Facebook lately. Here's just a few of my favorite pictures taken while Warren and Parker were here in June.
Don't look now, Mom!
Sea Monster
My wonderful daughters
Gone fishin', sort of
I'm a pout pout fish. . .
Iron dust and magnet bridge. How cool.
My Warren
My Parker
These are the times of our lives. Hold on to them with all you've got or they will evaporate before your very eyes!
Don't look now, Mom!
Sea Monster
My wonderful daughters
Gone fishin', sort of
I'm a pout pout fish. . .
Iron dust and magnet bridge. How cool.
My Warren
My ParkerThese are the times of our lives. Hold on to them with all you've got or they will evaporate before your very eyes!
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
A Sad Story
Dear Sarah,
Today's blog entry isn't quite so happy. Yesterday morning I took a picture of our eggs on the front porch to see if any of them had hatched. Nope, still four intact eggs.
Look, they've moved again!
When Puppa came home yesterday afternoon he said it looked like one of the eggs had fallen from the nest. Sometimes a mother bird will sense that an egg isn't quite right and kick it out of the nest.
Do you see the little specks of the blue shell? Remember, you can click the mouse on the picture to make it bigger.
I decided to take a picture of the three remaining eggs but this is what I saw instead.
Just one little egg was left. Then I remembered that around noon I saw a big crow land on the porch rail. A crow is a very, very big black bird. I remembered it because I have never seen a crow in my yard before.
I wonder if that big old crow robbed the nest. Sometimes birds will eat the eggs of another. That sounds so mean but that's how nature works. Everything is food for something else. Here's what a crow looks like. You can't tell how big it is from the picture but it was about as long as your arm.
I guess the crow solved the problem of how on earth four baby birds were going to grow up in that tiny nest. Remember how big the two babies got last year? I'll find the picture so you can see them again.
Two hatchlings barely fit in the nest
I checked the nest in the tree this morning and found two little blue eggs safe and sound and the mother bird threatening to poke my eyes out so I better leave them alone now.
I'm glad you had such a great time at the beach! I can't wait to hear about it next week.
Love,
Ms. Carol
Today's blog entry isn't quite so happy. Yesterday morning I took a picture of our eggs on the front porch to see if any of them had hatched. Nope, still four intact eggs.
Look, they've moved again!When Puppa came home yesterday afternoon he said it looked like one of the eggs had fallen from the nest. Sometimes a mother bird will sense that an egg isn't quite right and kick it out of the nest.
Do you see the little specks of the blue shell? Remember, you can click the mouse on the picture to make it bigger.I decided to take a picture of the three remaining eggs but this is what I saw instead.
Just one little egg was left. Then I remembered that around noon I saw a big crow land on the porch rail. A crow is a very, very big black bird. I remembered it because I have never seen a crow in my yard before.
I wonder if that big old crow robbed the nest. Sometimes birds will eat the eggs of another. That sounds so mean but that's how nature works. Everything is food for something else. Here's what a crow looks like. You can't tell how big it is from the picture but it was about as long as your arm.
I guess the crow solved the problem of how on earth four baby birds were going to grow up in that tiny nest. Remember how big the two babies got last year? I'll find the picture so you can see them again.
Two hatchlings barely fit in the nestI checked the nest in the tree this morning and found two little blue eggs safe and sound and the mother bird threatening to poke my eyes out so I better leave them alone now.
I'm glad you had such a great time at the beach! I can't wait to hear about it next week.
Love,
Ms. Carol
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Robins in the Hood
Dear Sarah E.,
I couldn't wait a whole week to share my news with you. There have been some little changes in the nests in our yard that I thought you would be curious about.
First, look at the nest in the willow tree to see if you can find the momma robin. You can click on the picture to make it really big so you can see better. Only her tail feathers stick out of the nest. I thought that was neat.
Remember Friday afternoon we only found one little egg in the nest in the tree?
Monday I took another picture and found two eggs! I'll keep watching. Maybe there will be more yet.
Oh, another thing, in the nest on the porch light there are four eggs. I have taken several pictures of them so that I will know when they hatch. After viewing the pictures I noticed something really strange going on.
Look at each picture of the four eggs.
Notice how the eggs are in different positions in each picture?
How do you think they are moving around? I haven't touched them and Puppa hasn't touched them. I haven't even let Noah get close to them! So how are they moving around?
I had to call Nana the Great. Nana says that the mother bird rolls the eggs around. I guess so that they get done "over easy" or maybe it's so that the porch light doesn't cook the little baby's left wing to it's beak.
P.S. Are you sure you don't want me to scramble the eggs for your breakfast one day? If so, we should probably do it pretty soon or they may taste a little feathery. Eeeeewww! Ha ha
You and your family have a wonderful week!
Love,
Ms. Carol
I couldn't wait a whole week to share my news with you. There have been some little changes in the nests in our yard that I thought you would be curious about.
First, look at the nest in the willow tree to see if you can find the momma robin. You can click on the picture to make it really big so you can see better. Only her tail feathers stick out of the nest. I thought that was neat.
Remember Friday afternoon we only found one little egg in the nest in the tree?
Monday I took another picture and found two eggs! I'll keep watching. Maybe there will be more yet.
Oh, another thing, in the nest on the porch light there are four eggs. I have taken several pictures of them so that I will know when they hatch. After viewing the pictures I noticed something really strange going on.
Look at each picture of the four eggs.
Notice how the eggs are in different positions in each picture?
How do you think they are moving around? I haven't touched them and Puppa hasn't touched them. I haven't even let Noah get close to them! So how are they moving around?
I had to call Nana the Great. Nana says that the mother bird rolls the eggs around. I guess so that they get done "over easy" or maybe it's so that the porch light doesn't cook the little baby's left wing to it's beak.
P.S. Are you sure you don't want me to scramble the eggs for your breakfast one day? If so, we should probably do it pretty soon or they may taste a little feathery. Eeeeewww! Ha ha
You and your family have a wonderful week!
Love,
Ms. Carol
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Tuesday, February 09, 2010
Scale Back Alabama
Thursday, January 28th I was talked into signing up and weighing in for the Scale Back Alabama challenge. Laura had a team of four, I was going to enter as an individual. Turns out individuals couldn't enter, only teams of four. I hooked up with another teamless couple and Laura called her cousin to make a fourth.
The first week I lost nothing, N-O-T-H-I-N-G, nothing. I tried so hard! Laura and I walked every day it was not raining and ate everything right but no results. So I decided to buy a pill.
I chose Quick Trim Burn and Cleanse. A box with two bottles in it. One Iso-Burn, the other Iso-Cleanse. The instructions said to take two doses of each at particular times of the day. Burn fat by day and cleanse by night the box boasted.
About six hours after the third dose I started becoming CLEANSEd. I crapped my insides out for an hour and a half or so and when I was done my FAT a$$ was BURNing.
So, I guess it worked? Though I expected the burn part to work a little differently. I did lose a couple of pounds over night.
Good luck to all you Alabamians scaling back!
The first week I lost nothing, N-O-T-H-I-N-G, nothing. I tried so hard! Laura and I walked every day it was not raining and ate everything right but no results. So I decided to buy a pill.
I chose Quick Trim Burn and Cleanse. A box with two bottles in it. One Iso-Burn, the other Iso-Cleanse. The instructions said to take two doses of each at particular times of the day. Burn fat by day and cleanse by night the box boasted.
About six hours after the third dose I started becoming CLEANSEd. I crapped my insides out for an hour and a half or so and when I was done my FAT a$$ was BURNing.
So, I guess it worked? Though I expected the burn part to work a little differently. I did lose a couple of pounds over night.
Good luck to all you Alabamians scaling back!
Friday, January 08, 2010
Sunday, January 03, 2010
Saturday, January 02, 2010
Happy New year to every one!
Oh look! I finally finished painting the play loft and it's great.
Now, what to play?
Now, what to play?
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