Sunday, August 07, 2011
Oh my!
Oh gosh. I guess you learn something every day. On my way to visit Daddy this afernoon, hubby had to stop at the gas station on the corner of Meridian and Oakwood, the one where I spotted the prostitute in handmade thong blue jeans. Today I could just kick myself for not pulling my camera out in time.
Parked next to me was an older model, jungle green Blazer with a brand of tires I had never seen before, Kumho Road Venture. No kidding. A woman got out of the vehicle about the time hubby was walking up to the door and he held the door for her. When he returned the Blazer had already left but I couldn't resist mentioning the tires and asked him who in their right mind would be riding around on a set like that (other than a ho of course).
He informed me that actually, he knew the woman. Of course he does. He said she's a bartender at the Copper Top Bar across the street and she's a dike. Well of course. Now we know.
Because I missed the opportunity to photograph the tires myself, I looked them up. Here they are. Kumho!
Parked next to me was an older model, jungle green Blazer with a brand of tires I had never seen before, Kumho Road Venture. No kidding. A woman got out of the vehicle about the time hubby was walking up to the door and he held the door for her. When he returned the Blazer had already left but I couldn't resist mentioning the tires and asked him who in their right mind would be riding around on a set like that (other than a ho of course).
He informed me that actually, he knew the woman. Of course he does. He said she's a bartender at the Copper Top Bar across the street and she's a dike. Well of course. Now we know.
Because I missed the opportunity to photograph the tires myself, I looked them up. Here they are. Kumho!
Friday, July 29, 2011
Don't play like it's just me!
Those of us who were born without cable in our little nurseries and a game controller in our palm were forced to be a bit more innovative when it came to entertaining ourselves as children. Like licking batteries.
A couple of days ago my smoke detector in the daycare room started giving it's low battery warming. Three batteries from the junk drawer and two virgin batteries from Walmart later and the bird is still chirping. Guess I need to go shopping for a new one. This device is over 18 years old. Think I got my money's worth out of it.
Yesterday morning two of the daycare mothers came in and commented right away, "It's still beeping." I had noticed this already. I explained to them that I had tried replacing the battery and that apparently the test is bogus because they all zzzed my tongue adequately enough but none of them seem to shut the thing up.
Blank stares indicated that neither understood the "tongue test" so I explained. Both parents called me crazy and exclaimed that they had never ever tried such, or even heard of it before.
Oh come on now! I can't believe there is a person alive today that hasn't stuck a 9 volt battery up to their face and touched it momentarily with their tongue! I can't believe there is a person that has not only done that but encouraged a friend to do it as well! You just gotta!
A couple of days ago my smoke detector in the daycare room started giving it's low battery warming. Three batteries from the junk drawer and two virgin batteries from Walmart later and the bird is still chirping. Guess I need to go shopping for a new one. This device is over 18 years old. Think I got my money's worth out of it.
Yesterday morning two of the daycare mothers came in and commented right away, "It's still beeping." I had noticed this already. I explained to them that I had tried replacing the battery and that apparently the test is bogus because they all zzzed my tongue adequately enough but none of them seem to shut the thing up.
Blank stares indicated that neither understood the "tongue test" so I explained. Both parents called me crazy and exclaimed that they had never ever tried such, or even heard of it before.
Oh come on now! I can't believe there is a person alive today that hasn't stuck a 9 volt battery up to their face and touched it momentarily with their tongue! I can't believe there is a person that has not only done that but encouraged a friend to do it as well! You just gotta!
Sunday, July 03, 2011
Friday, June 17, 2011
Sarah's Big News!
Daughter Sarah has been planning to get pregnant this month. She is determined that her third child have an amethyst birthstone and also be a GIRL.
Earlier this week she bought a pregnancy test. She took it and showed it to me trying to convince me there was a blue line that meant positive. I could see something but I wasn't sure it was enough of an anything to mean positive. The next day she ran out and bought another test, This one read negative so she bought yet another that also read negative. It's tough to discourage this kid! Finally the fourth test showed a definitive positive.
That's my Sarah, she'll just keep taking the test until she gets what she wants. I was unaware one could get pregnant this way. Learn something everyday!
Looks like this family is going to be moving at the end of the year. I sure hope it's closer to Alabama! San Antonio is just too far away!
THINK PINK
Earlier this week she bought a pregnancy test. She took it and showed it to me trying to convince me there was a blue line that meant positive. I could see something but I wasn't sure it was enough of an anything to mean positive. The next day she ran out and bought another test, This one read negative so she bought yet another that also read negative. It's tough to discourage this kid! Finally the fourth test showed a definitive positive.
That's my Sarah, she'll just keep taking the test until she gets what she wants. I was unaware one could get pregnant this way. Learn something everyday!
Looks like this family is going to be moving at the end of the year. I sure hope it's closer to Alabama! San Antonio is just too far away!
THINK PINK
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Our Baby's Big Day at the Spa
Drew woke this morning a little jaundice so the family did not get to go home this afternoon. Instead, baby spent the day at the spa getting a tan under the UV lights, a manicure, and even a full body moisturizing massage. It's the life.
This is Drew's Statue of Liberty pose especially for Auntie Pam and Kayla.
This is Drew's Statue of Liberty pose especially for Auntie Pam and Kayla.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
He's finally here!
Andrew had a lot of visitors his first day.
There's Bonnie, I think we've adopted her as the great grandmother in the family, with Drew's cousins Warren and Parker.
Anna Marie, well, she's just about a daughter to me so guess we should call her Auntie Annie.
Tylerann, who's practically a sister so we'll call her Great Auntie TyTy.
My mother, isn't she beautiful? She's going to be 83 on Sunday! Happy birthday Nana the Great!
Rick's dad, Richard, Paw Paw the Great.
Auntie Sarah!
Laura's dear Aunt Mandy.
Laura's Daddy Steve, not sure what he's going to be called but he's certainly going to be called!
Steve's wife, Mimi she'll be called.
And there's us, Nini and Puppa!
The brand new family! Congrats Laura and Dave.
There's Bonnie, I think we've adopted her as the great grandmother in the family, with Drew's cousins Warren and Parker.
Anna Marie, well, she's just about a daughter to me so guess we should call her Auntie Annie.
Tylerann, who's practically a sister so we'll call her Great Auntie TyTy.
My mother, isn't she beautiful? She's going to be 83 on Sunday! Happy birthday Nana the Great!
Rick's dad, Richard, Paw Paw the Great.
Auntie Sarah!
Laura's dear Aunt Mandy.
Laura's grandmother Carolyn, Grandma the Great.
Laura's Daddy Steve, not sure what he's going to be called but he's certainly going to be called!
Steve's wife, Mimi she'll be called.
And there's us, Nini and Puppa!
The brand new family! Congrats Laura and Dave.Sunday, June 12, 2011
Still waiting. . . .
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Tuesday, June 07, 2011
Still waiting. . .
But Sarah, Ricky, and the little guys are here!
Fun at the Space and Rocket Center.
Fun at the Space and Rocket Center.Thursday, June 02, 2011
Wednesday, June 01, 2011
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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!
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