I completely forgot to mention the movies!
How could I not mention the movies!
Saturday Jay suggested we go to a movie. The last time we thought about a movie, there was nothing showing that we wanted to see. There were 2 movies we wanted to see this time. Jay thought we should see them both. I was concerned. We'd be up really late and I didn't get to sleep in Saturday morning and I just wanted to sleep!
Well, we saw two movies.
The Informant was first up and it was really good for most of the movie. Jay and I don't tend to really like mainstream movies so this was right up our alley. Funny, really funny at times, but the last bit was sorta weird. I give it an A- (only because it got a little weird).
Inglorious Basterds was the next movie. Again, pretty good. Though I am not a fan of gore for the sake of gore and there was quite a bit of it in the movie. The climax of the film also bothered me. I understood it all and know why it was there, but it just didn't sit right. I would give it a B since there were things that were never explained and the extra gore wasn't needed. Jay, however, liked this movie better than the first. Go figure.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Catching up
This post will just be sorta a general catch up post. I haven't posted in several days and lots has gone on.
Doctor's visits-
On Monday, I had a pre-op appointment for my carpal tunnel surgery. Strangely, I had to strip down completely, underwear and all off. Weird. Anywhoo, the doctor had the lab people run several tests (CBC, TSH and pregnancy) in prep for the surgery. So, 3 vials of blood. (ps, not pregnant if anyone was wondering)
Tuesday, I was back at the same doctor for my Australian Visa medical exam. She covered most of the same things that she had covered before but she had to fill out several forms. She messed up one of the forms and said that I would have to bring her another form. She sent me back to the lab again for some tests required by the Australian government plus some other standard physical tests. So, 4 more vials of blood (all tests came back fine).
After I left the office, I realized the doctor forgot to give me my vaccines that I need. Ugh.
Thursday night, doctor calls and tells hubby that I have to come in on Friday during her lunch hour (12-1) and have her fill out forms. She is getting ready for a 2 week trip and so if I didn't go Friday, I would be waiting for a while.
Friday, I didn't have a babysitter so I had to drag Tom and Sam to the dr with me. I figured it would only take about 15-20 minutes since she just had to fill out a form and the nurse had to stick my arm a few times. 1 hour, 15 mintues later I leave with two very sore arms and another 2 vials of blood gone. My shot records appear not to have everything recorded so it is unclear whether or not I finished my polio and Hep B series. The two vials of blood are to check to see if I am immune to Hep B and polio or if I need a booster. I got three shots plus a TB tests. My left arm still hurts.
Monday- I had to run in today for them to read my TB test. Thankfully we were only there a few minutes.
Australian Dave- Jay has worked with a guy from Australia named Dave. When in Australia, he took us out to dinner and also around to see the sights one day. Friday night, we took him out to dinner. We got to ask lots of questions and thankfully got some answered. We ate at a favorite restaurant from our before-kids era, Bare Bones in Ellicott City. Some of the best ribs around. Yum!
My mom took the kids for the entire weekend which was really helpful, though it involved ten tons of driving on my part. I had to drive the kids to Cambridge on Friday and then had to pick them up again on Sunday afternoon. I hate driving that much. Yuck.
Goodbye to the red wall. We painted our entryway red about 4 years ago. We painted over it on Sunday. It was the end of an era. sorta. Jay also finally installed the under cabinet lights in the kitchen. We've had the switches for the last 4 years, but they did nothing since there were no lights. Now we have lights! We also painted over the blue in Joe and Tom's room. Our house is going to be very plain.
I decided back in April that I wouldn't sign up to do anything in the MOMS Club since I was planning to move and I have just been to overwhelmed with stuff for the last few years anyway. Well, I missed a meeting and some moms signed me up to do the Preschool Preview night. At first, I was a little irked, but since our moving plans had fallen through, I was mostly okay with it. Now, however, I am not. In 3 months we will be moving and we are not really ready. I resigned from the Preschool Preview Night today. I will not make any friends from doing that, but I just had to do it for me. I really really really hate not doing something that I am supposed to do. I have been struggling with the decision for several days. I just had to do it though. I just wasn't going to be able to handle it. I feel really bad about it. When I was president and 7 1/2 months pregnant, two moms dumped their positions in my lap. It was very overwhelming for me and I held a grudge for a long time. Hopefully, everyone will understand.
Doctor's visits-
On Monday, I had a pre-op appointment for my carpal tunnel surgery. Strangely, I had to strip down completely, underwear and all off. Weird. Anywhoo, the doctor had the lab people run several tests (CBC, TSH and pregnancy) in prep for the surgery. So, 3 vials of blood. (ps, not pregnant if anyone was wondering)
Tuesday, I was back at the same doctor for my Australian Visa medical exam. She covered most of the same things that she had covered before but she had to fill out several forms. She messed up one of the forms and said that I would have to bring her another form. She sent me back to the lab again for some tests required by the Australian government plus some other standard physical tests. So, 4 more vials of blood (all tests came back fine).
After I left the office, I realized the doctor forgot to give me my vaccines that I need. Ugh.
Thursday night, doctor calls and tells hubby that I have to come in on Friday during her lunch hour (12-1) and have her fill out forms. She is getting ready for a 2 week trip and so if I didn't go Friday, I would be waiting for a while.
Friday, I didn't have a babysitter so I had to drag Tom and Sam to the dr with me. I figured it would only take about 15-20 minutes since she just had to fill out a form and the nurse had to stick my arm a few times. 1 hour, 15 mintues later I leave with two very sore arms and another 2 vials of blood gone. My shot records appear not to have everything recorded so it is unclear whether or not I finished my polio and Hep B series. The two vials of blood are to check to see if I am immune to Hep B and polio or if I need a booster. I got three shots plus a TB tests. My left arm still hurts.
Monday- I had to run in today for them to read my TB test. Thankfully we were only there a few minutes.
Australian Dave- Jay has worked with a guy from Australia named Dave. When in Australia, he took us out to dinner and also around to see the sights one day. Friday night, we took him out to dinner. We got to ask lots of questions and thankfully got some answered. We ate at a favorite restaurant from our before-kids era, Bare Bones in Ellicott City. Some of the best ribs around. Yum!
My mom took the kids for the entire weekend which was really helpful, though it involved ten tons of driving on my part. I had to drive the kids to Cambridge on Friday and then had to pick them up again on Sunday afternoon. I hate driving that much. Yuck.
Goodbye to the red wall. We painted our entryway red about 4 years ago. We painted over it on Sunday. It was the end of an era. sorta. Jay also finally installed the under cabinet lights in the kitchen. We've had the switches for the last 4 years, but they did nothing since there were no lights. Now we have lights! We also painted over the blue in Joe and Tom's room. Our house is going to be very plain.
I decided back in April that I wouldn't sign up to do anything in the MOMS Club since I was planning to move and I have just been to overwhelmed with stuff for the last few years anyway. Well, I missed a meeting and some moms signed me up to do the Preschool Preview night. At first, I was a little irked, but since our moving plans had fallen through, I was mostly okay with it. Now, however, I am not. In 3 months we will be moving and we are not really ready. I resigned from the Preschool Preview Night today. I will not make any friends from doing that, but I just had to do it for me. I really really really hate not doing something that I am supposed to do. I have been struggling with the decision for several days. I just had to do it though. I just wasn't going to be able to handle it. I feel really bad about it. When I was president and 7 1/2 months pregnant, two moms dumped their positions in my lap. It was very overwhelming for me and I held a grudge for a long time. Hopefully, everyone will understand.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
It's all about the timing, I guess
In January of 2008, Jay and I were starting to think about owning a larger home. Jay's grandparents were no longer living in their home and it had been talked about for the last 4-5 years that perhaps Jay and I would buy it at some point. So, we approached his grandparents about buying the home and his grandfather said yes, while his grandmother said we'll see. A few months later, Papa passed away, and we were told that Grammy shouldn't sell with the market so bad. It was hinted to us that we were trying to take advantage of her. That was never our intention. The house was at one time a very nice house on 14 acres. It wasn't being taken care of and it was hard for Jay and I to see that. We were married on the front lawn of the house.
So, fast forward about 18+ months...
Jay's uncle Warren is a trustee for the estate along with Grammy. Though he lives in the same county, he doesn't make it up to the house very often. Upon visiting the house last week, he was shocked at the state it was in. He then went to Grammy and told her that the house needed to be sold or it was going to not be worth anything later on.
Jay and I briefly talked about it and it looks like we are adding our name to the short list of people who want the house. The plan is to offer it to Jay's dad Mark first, then us, then open market.
We, of course, are moving to Australia so we would have to rent it out while we are gone. I'm not going to really think about it until it actually happens. I have a feeling that Mark will probably buy it. He lives in a tiny house with his girlfriend of two years. She has 4 middle school and high school age kids and have no where to sleep when they come stay with their mom on weekends.
So, fast forward about 18+ months...
Jay's uncle Warren is a trustee for the estate along with Grammy. Though he lives in the same county, he doesn't make it up to the house very often. Upon visiting the house last week, he was shocked at the state it was in. He then went to Grammy and told her that the house needed to be sold or it was going to not be worth anything later on.
Jay and I briefly talked about it and it looks like we are adding our name to the short list of people who want the house. The plan is to offer it to Jay's dad Mark first, then us, then open market.
We, of course, are moving to Australia so we would have to rent it out while we are gone. I'm not going to really think about it until it actually happens. I have a feeling that Mark will probably buy it. He lives in a tiny house with his girlfriend of two years. She has 4 middle school and high school age kids and have no where to sleep when they come stay with their mom on weekends.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
What I am to do with him?
Him. A male. A rooster. Yes, one of eight beautiful hens we are growing is growing her own very impressive comb. So I suspect that she is a he. We have two New Hampshire Reds and their combs are very different. It has only been in about the last week that he has grown his stately comb, but what will I do with a rooster? It's one thing to have hens, but a rooster is a different story. Yes, I know that we will only have them for a short while longer, but what do I do with him then? I have planned to give Jessica my hens, but I have no clue if she has any interest in a hen. Jay mentioned dinner, but I can't. I am too attached to these chickens to ever think about eating one.
Of course, it could be a she and just have a large comb. I researched some things on mypetchicken.com and sometimes a female can take on male characteristics if there are no roosters. The website says that while comb size could be an indicator, full on crowing is more reliable along with a certain shaped tail feather. I really don't know. Perhaps, I am just jumping the gun in assuming that she is a he.
Of course, it could be a she and just have a large comb. I researched some things on mypetchicken.com and sometimes a female can take on male characteristics if there are no roosters. The website says that while comb size could be an indicator, full on crowing is more reliable along with a certain shaped tail feather. I really don't know. Perhaps, I am just jumping the gun in assuming that she is a he.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Update on the foot
As the day grew longer and more painful in the foot, I decided that as soon as Jay was home from work, I was going to see a doctor. I figured there is probably not much that can be done for me, but I feel like I need a doctor's note to get any sympathy from Jay. So, I left the house at 5:50 and arrived at Patient First and signed in by 6:10. I've never been there but the alternative (Nighttime Peds) is a nightmare everytime we have had to go. I got called back within 5 minutes, had my vitals taken, and x-ray done by 6:40. Of course, I started to feel pretty excited that I may get out of there in record time for a Switzer family urgent care visit. Nope, not at all. While I didn't beat the standing record for longest visit (set by Joe in 2006, 3 1/2 for 2 stitches in his forehead), I came close at 2 hours 45 minutes. The exam room had nothing in it. No magazines, no pamplets, nothing. I, of course, had nothing with me to do. I tend to think about that after I am already in the situation. It was a chilly 68 degrees in the room and I wasn't dressed for anything that cool. My foot hurt too much to hobble anywhere in search of anything so I sat and suffered.
The nurse practioner came in and reviewed the x-rays with me. I have two small factures on my toe/foot. The larger of the two is under the dark bruised area on my toe and the smaller one is back farther on my foot (there is a slight bruise over top it). Unfortunately, there's just not a whole lot that can be done. I have to use crutches until Tuesday morning and have to wear a stiff boot thing as well. By Tuesday am, it should be feeling somewhat better and will be on restricted use for up to another 2 weeks (no jogging or even long distance walking....just the walking needed for daily living, maybed).
This really puts a cramp in my weekend plans since I was going to work hard on the house this weekend. Ugh.
He also gave me some Vicodin for nighttime use. He faxed it to the pharmacy I requested, but of course, it was closed by the time I got there. I am not sure if I will use it or not. Last time I used something like that I had a panic attack.
Well, I'll figure something out, but what a bummer!
The nurse practioner came in and reviewed the x-rays with me. I have two small factures on my toe/foot. The larger of the two is under the dark bruised area on my toe and the smaller one is back farther on my foot (there is a slight bruise over top it). Unfortunately, there's just not a whole lot that can be done. I have to use crutches until Tuesday morning and have to wear a stiff boot thing as well. By Tuesday am, it should be feeling somewhat better and will be on restricted use for up to another 2 weeks (no jogging or even long distance walking....just the walking needed for daily living, maybed).
This really puts a cramp in my weekend plans since I was going to work hard on the house this weekend. Ugh.
He also gave me some Vicodin for nighttime use. He faxed it to the pharmacy I requested, but of course, it was closed by the time I got there. I am not sure if I will use it or not. Last time I used something like that I had a panic attack.
Well, I'll figure something out, but what a bummer!
FRICK!!!!!! and salsa!
That is the nice word of what I really really wanted to say this morning. But I was very very proud of myself for not saying anything other than "oh oh oh".
I was playing hide and go seek with Sam this morning. It was my turn to hide and his turn to count. He can only count to 5 and he does it very fast so the hider has to go hide very quickly. He sat down on the couch and I took off running to his bedroom. As I went to go through the door, I hit my foot either on the door or the door frame. The pain was intense, but I scrambled to the space next to the bed to hide. When I hit my foot, I fell down from the pain. It was that bad. I couldn't walk for about 10 minutes. (Sam found me right away; probably because I was holding my foot, rocking back and forth on the floor, saying "oh, oh, oh") Even now, 4 1/2 hours later, it is very difficult to walk and my foot is in pain, even if I am not moving it. My two littlest toes are swollen and the second to smallest is the wrong color.
It turns out that our tomato plants are doing okay despite not looking great. They don't have late season blight after all! Yea! So last night we decided we needed to process the 40+ tomatoes we have picked this week. We used tomatoes, green peppers and jalpanos from the garden along with some store bought onions to make 9 pints of wonderfully spicy salsa. The kitchen still smells like yummy salsa. I can't wait to try some!
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Another milestone behind us
Yesterday was Tom's 5th birthday and we had a fun time, despite the fact that he ended up with (almost) no guests at his party. My mother-in-law was able to make it, but my nieces weren't able, nor was Tom's great aunt. It turned out to be just too long of a drive and too busy of a holiday for any friends to make it. (Completely understandable!)
The day was too cloudy and cool for swimming, so the boys rode bikes and went out in the canoe with Jay and my dad instead. It was Sam's first time in the canoe and I think he enjoyed doing something big boyish. At first, after Sammy had already gotten his shoes out, Jay said no, that he was too little to go. Poor Sam erupted in the giant tears and just utter heartbreak. My dad overrode and of course he could go, afterall, there were two adults going.
He had fun and had some yummy Smith Island Cake (8 layers of cake and 8 layers of chocolate frosting) after we sang happy birthday. We had homemade pizza for our lunch (along with beer and margaritas for the some of the grown ups)
Traffic wasn't too bad on the way home. It maybe added 10-15 minutes. Not to bad for Labor Day.
A side note: I have a few scrapbook "friends". I know them only from scrapbooking/Close To My Heart and don't know them well. We are also friends on facebook. One is a fairly conservative republican widowed mother in Buffalo. Her son and exchange student are both in high school. Anyway, she wrote on her status that she was surprisingly pleased with President Obama for asking students to work hard and achieve their full potential. Now, I love her status, but my side note deals with a comment she recieved. Many of her friends "liked" her status or said something very positive. However one friend, whom I do not know, commented "dislike button pressed". Which really irked me. I don't know this lady that said it at all, however, I feel that she "disliked" simply because she dislikes the President. Stupid. It's one thing to like or dislike a policy or even a President, but to dislike something positive that the President said simply because of not liking him really irrates me. He asked students to go to class, listen and learn and work hard. What is there to dislike?!? Would you rather your child skipped class, failed and worked in a fast food restraurant, mopping floors for the next 15 years?! Seriously. Okay, I know that I shouldn't get worked up over no one that I know, but it just shows how blinded some people really are. Arrrrrr.
Alright, I vented, I'm better now.
The day was too cloudy and cool for swimming, so the boys rode bikes and went out in the canoe with Jay and my dad instead. It was Sam's first time in the canoe and I think he enjoyed doing something big boyish. At first, after Sammy had already gotten his shoes out, Jay said no, that he was too little to go. Poor Sam erupted in the giant tears and just utter heartbreak. My dad overrode and of course he could go, afterall, there were two adults going.
He had fun and had some yummy Smith Island Cake (8 layers of cake and 8 layers of chocolate frosting) after we sang happy birthday. We had homemade pizza for our lunch (along with beer and margaritas for the some of the grown ups)
Traffic wasn't too bad on the way home. It maybe added 10-15 minutes. Not to bad for Labor Day.
A side note: I have a few scrapbook "friends". I know them only from scrapbooking/Close To My Heart and don't know them well. We are also friends on facebook. One is a fairly conservative republican widowed mother in Buffalo. Her son and exchange student are both in high school. Anyway, she wrote on her status that she was surprisingly pleased with President Obama for asking students to work hard and achieve their full potential. Now, I love her status, but my side note deals with a comment she recieved. Many of her friends "liked" her status or said something very positive. However one friend, whom I do not know, commented "dislike button pressed". Which really irked me. I don't know this lady that said it at all, however, I feel that she "disliked" simply because she dislikes the President. Stupid. It's one thing to like or dislike a policy or even a President, but to dislike something positive that the President said simply because of not liking him really irrates me. He asked students to go to class, listen and learn and work hard. What is there to dislike?!? Would you rather your child skipped class, failed and worked in a fast food restraurant, mopping floors for the next 15 years?! Seriously. Okay, I know that I shouldn't get worked up over no one that I know, but it just shows how blinded some people really are. Arrrrrr.
Alright, I vented, I'm better now.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Man in brown, plus the phone company
Today is the day I really get excited. The man in brown will be visiting me today. UPS. I love getting packages. It's like Christmas, but year round! No matter that I already know what is in the box or even if the package is not for me. I still get a little rush from knowing that I am getting something today! Completely silly, I know. Today's delivery is all stuff for me or my business so it is extra fun!
The phone company... ugh.
The history: We have from time to time gotten billed for things that we didn't authorize or want on our Verizon account. Crummy people like to order a service, say a 12 month online subscription to how to get out of debt for the low low price of $29.95 a month, and somehow they get it billed to their phone number. Problem is they don't give their phone number, they give ours. Verizon does allow third party billing. The first time this happened (with the above mentioned service) we had a third party billing block added to our account. But once we switched to FIOS, the block didn't switch with us. So about 2 months after getting FIOS, we were hit with a $39.99 fee from some long distance companythat I had never heard of. We're on Verizon's freedom plan so our long distance is with Verizon. I called Verizon who transferred me to the company that was billing us. That company said they were billing on behalf of some other company that was actually charging the service. I got the number and called them. Someone had used our number to sign up for this service and got a free 100 minute calling card. I explained that I didn't sign up for the service and the lady said she couldn't cancel unless I sent the card back. Um, no, I didn't sign up for this service. I freely admit that the tone of my voice was not friendly. She hung up on me. Everytime I called back, she hung up. The billing company refunded the money charged but warned that unless we squared it with the rude company, the charge could keep reoccurring. And it did, month after month, we'd deal with this. Finally, it stopped after 4 months. Fast forward to this morning.
The phone rang. It was an automated service call from Verizon. It said this is a call to the Switzer residence to remind you that FIOS will be installed at ... on Friday Sept 4th. It wasn't our address. I pressed the button to speak to someone, talked to her, she transferred me to a FIOS man. The FIOS man wanted to transfer me right away to sales and billing. I had waited for over 5 minutes on hold just to speak to the FIOS man. I asked him to please help me and not to transfer me. He checked my account and said nothing was there. Why then, did we get a call? Well, someone must have just transposed the phone number when they typed it into the system. Okay, then why did they say our name? Oh, you must have just heard it incorrectly. Well, is there anyway to trace it based on our phone number. Only if you talk to sales and billing. So, I transferred again. The sales lady was helpful, except anytime she had to pause to wait on the computer system to search, she tried to sell me something. FIOS TV, would only bump our bill up to $119.99 a month. Nope, not interested. Okay, how about FIOS TV, a free Netbook, and a two year contract for only $99 a month. So, I had to ask, what if we move to a place that doesn't have FIOS. Well, then we'd be charged a penalty fee for disconnected before the two years are up. Okay, then no, not interested. Okay, how about an extra phone line. No, still not interested, could you please just solve my problem?
No one could find anything on my account at this moment. Which means, it could show up later. We'll keep fingers crossed on that one.
I like our phone number because it is soooooo easy to remember and two of my three children have already memorized it. However, I HATE our phone number for some many other reasons. For instance if a person goes online to get a free quote on their mortgage, but doesn't want to get annoying phone calls from mortgage brokers and only wants the emails, they will often enter our phone number. I get the annoying calls instead. Or, the girl (or guy) gives the annoying guy (or girl) at the bar our number. Sometimes, the jealous ex-girlfriends that call at 2 am looking for some guy and then cusses me out because I'm sleeping with her man. Collect calls from an inmate in the Baltimore City lock up that we don't accept. First it starts out as "a collect call from John at the Baltimore City Jail" No, don't accept. Then it gets creative "a collect call from Yo, it's me at the Baltimore City Jail" No, still no. Pretty soon it's a call from "pick up the phone" and "bitch you better accept". That happens at least once a year, sometimes twice.
And of course, there's the Gibson Island Gatehouse calls. The last four of their number is 0012 vs ours at 1212. And of course, the misdials for telephone information at 555-1212. I try to nicely suggest just dialing 411 and several times have been told "that's what I dialed". Well, no, you pressed 10 buttons, not 3.
We also get lots of random calls to things like auto part stores, doctor offices, etc. Perhaps people are just too lazy to look up the phone number.
The phone company... ugh.
The history: We have from time to time gotten billed for things that we didn't authorize or want on our Verizon account. Crummy people like to order a service, say a 12 month online subscription to how to get out of debt for the low low price of $29.95 a month, and somehow they get it billed to their phone number. Problem is they don't give their phone number, they give ours. Verizon does allow third party billing. The first time this happened (with the above mentioned service) we had a third party billing block added to our account. But once we switched to FIOS, the block didn't switch with us. So about 2 months after getting FIOS, we were hit with a $39.99 fee from some long distance companythat I had never heard of. We're on Verizon's freedom plan so our long distance is with Verizon. I called Verizon who transferred me to the company that was billing us. That company said they were billing on behalf of some other company that was actually charging the service. I got the number and called them. Someone had used our number to sign up for this service and got a free 100 minute calling card. I explained that I didn't sign up for the service and the lady said she couldn't cancel unless I sent the card back. Um, no, I didn't sign up for this service. I freely admit that the tone of my voice was not friendly. She hung up on me. Everytime I called back, she hung up. The billing company refunded the money charged but warned that unless we squared it with the rude company, the charge could keep reoccurring. And it did, month after month, we'd deal with this. Finally, it stopped after 4 months. Fast forward to this morning.
The phone rang. It was an automated service call from Verizon. It said this is a call to the Switzer residence to remind you that FIOS will be installed at ... on Friday Sept 4th. It wasn't our address. I pressed the button to speak to someone, talked to her, she transferred me to a FIOS man. The FIOS man wanted to transfer me right away to sales and billing. I had waited for over 5 minutes on hold just to speak to the FIOS man. I asked him to please help me and not to transfer me. He checked my account and said nothing was there. Why then, did we get a call? Well, someone must have just transposed the phone number when they typed it into the system. Okay, then why did they say our name? Oh, you must have just heard it incorrectly. Well, is there anyway to trace it based on our phone number. Only if you talk to sales and billing. So, I transferred again. The sales lady was helpful, except anytime she had to pause to wait on the computer system to search, she tried to sell me something. FIOS TV, would only bump our bill up to $119.99 a month. Nope, not interested. Okay, how about FIOS TV, a free Netbook, and a two year contract for only $99 a month. So, I had to ask, what if we move to a place that doesn't have FIOS. Well, then we'd be charged a penalty fee for disconnected before the two years are up. Okay, then no, not interested. Okay, how about an extra phone line. No, still not interested, could you please just solve my problem?
No one could find anything on my account at this moment. Which means, it could show up later. We'll keep fingers crossed on that one.
I like our phone number because it is soooooo easy to remember and two of my three children have already memorized it. However, I HATE our phone number for some many other reasons. For instance if a person goes online to get a free quote on their mortgage, but doesn't want to get annoying phone calls from mortgage brokers and only wants the emails, they will often enter our phone number. I get the annoying calls instead. Or, the girl (or guy) gives the annoying guy (or girl) at the bar our number. Sometimes, the jealous ex-girlfriends that call at 2 am looking for some guy and then cusses me out because I'm sleeping with her man. Collect calls from an inmate in the Baltimore City lock up that we don't accept. First it starts out as "a collect call from John at the Baltimore City Jail" No, don't accept. Then it gets creative "a collect call from Yo, it's me at the Baltimore City Jail" No, still no. Pretty soon it's a call from "pick up the phone" and "bitch you better accept". That happens at least once a year, sometimes twice.
And of course, there's the Gibson Island Gatehouse calls. The last four of their number is 0012 vs ours at 1212. And of course, the misdials for telephone information at 555-1212. I try to nicely suggest just dialing 411 and several times have been told "that's what I dialed". Well, no, you pressed 10 buttons, not 3.
We also get lots of random calls to things like auto part stores, doctor offices, etc. Perhaps people are just too lazy to look up the phone number.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Tommy's school
Tommy had his open house today at school. He towers, I do mean towers, above everyone! The next tallest boy comes up to Tommy's chin. I feel a little sorry for Tom. He is so much bigger than everyone and is older too. I hope that he does well this year. It was a little weird for me to be there today. I kept seeing moms that I have met throughout the years at Galilee. However, they were all there with the younger kids. Kids who started a year after Tom, but now Tom is in school with them.
Of course, we love Galilee though and probably wouldn't go anywhere else. I did look into a few other places, but some of them wanted me to sign a year tuition contract...of course I couldn't do that.
Poor Sam will never get to go to Galilee though. He is not old enough this year and will be going to Kindergarten by the time we get back.
We finally got some sort of birthday plan for Tom's b-day. As usual, we couldn't figure out what to do. Our house is not able to have company right now and money is way too tight to afford anything else. I asked Tommy what he wanted to do for his birthday and he said he wanted a party at Oma's house. Cambridge is an hour and a half away. Highly doubtful that anyone will be able to make it. Totally understandable. I just have always felt bad for my kids. They just don't have the close friends that a lot of other kids do. We've had friends throughout the years, but some things just haven't worked out. Either the ages of my kids don't line up with my friends' kids or they move away or something.
And of course, Tom's b-day will always fall right around Labor Day just like Joe's will always fall around Thanksgiving.
Granted, there is no Thanksgiving in Australia and Labor Day is at a different time. But Sam's birthday will now conflict with Australia Day.
Of course, we love Galilee though and probably wouldn't go anywhere else. I did look into a few other places, but some of them wanted me to sign a year tuition contract...of course I couldn't do that.
Poor Sam will never get to go to Galilee though. He is not old enough this year and will be going to Kindergarten by the time we get back.
We finally got some sort of birthday plan for Tom's b-day. As usual, we couldn't figure out what to do. Our house is not able to have company right now and money is way too tight to afford anything else. I asked Tommy what he wanted to do for his birthday and he said he wanted a party at Oma's house. Cambridge is an hour and a half away. Highly doubtful that anyone will be able to make it. Totally understandable. I just have always felt bad for my kids. They just don't have the close friends that a lot of other kids do. We've had friends throughout the years, but some things just haven't worked out. Either the ages of my kids don't line up with my friends' kids or they move away or something.
And of course, Tom's b-day will always fall right around Labor Day just like Joe's will always fall around Thanksgiving.
Granted, there is no Thanksgiving in Australia and Labor Day is at a different time. But Sam's birthday will now conflict with Australia Day.
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