My Day At The Hospital......Or.....Why They Will Be Getting My Bill

Day:  Monday, December 17, 2012

Time:  8:45 AM

Where:  LDS Hospital, Salt Lake City Utah

Yesterday, I had the pleasure of taking my mom to the hospital for a hip revision surgery.  Three years ago she had her left hip replaced.  About a month ago, she slipped while walking into her bathroom and landed on said hip.  She thought the pain would go away after a few days.  (hmmmm, wonder where I got that from).  Two weeks later she finally went to the doctor and he said, yes there was a crack, but things were healing nicely.  She started feeling better, but then, wham, the pain returned a hundred fold.  

As in all things doctor, the orthopedic doctor said, "I think you have an something going on that isn't part of your hip".  Then, as in all things stupid dumbass insurance companies, she had to go to her primary care physician to have that checked.  He took a blood test, everything came back normal, prescribed her some Percocet which she took that night, and found out she was allergic to it because it intensified the pain.  NOT GOOD!!!

Next day, she went back to the ortho guy, he took another xray, said, wowza, it is getting worse in there.  Surgery was scheduled.

Anystupidhospitalstorylater, Spending the day at the hospital made me come up with a list of things that I don't understand. and will bill them for.

My mom could barely stand up, let alone walk.  After she got signed in, the nurse comes out, calls her name and asks her to walk into the room which is about a mile away, ok, not that far, but maybe 25 feet.  I help my mom up, she moves a few feet, pain all over her face, the nurse FINALLY says, "should I get a wheelchair".  Umm no Sherlock, she might make it there in a few hours.  She gets a wheelchair, but then again, proceeds to tell her she will have to walk to the scale and then she can sit in the wheelchair.

#1

I am going to hurt the bitch.   Where is the sensitivity training.  Not all people that are going in for surgery can walk around.   

Hospital Personel 0.......Dazee 1

#2

Support socks.  Whose idea of a torture chamber where these?  "Doctor wants these on for the surgery".  Oh really, doctor can put them on patient, after she is knocked out.  Have I mentioned she can't move????  Or here's another thought, HELP HER, WILL YOU!

Hospital Personel 0......Dazee 2

#3

Dude from Surgery, hereafter known as DFS, shows up to the room with the gurney.  PARKS IT IN THE HALLWAY!!  DFS says to mom, "I need you to walk out to the gurney".  I became livid.  "Not gonna happen",  I tell him.  She can barely walk.  DFS, "well I guess I will have to bring the gurney in here".  She must make 2 steps.  2 STEPS people, he doesn't help her up off the bed.  I step in, help her, lift her legs up on the bed, get her comfy, all the while staring daggers at DFS.  

Hospital Personel 0......Dazee 3

Me and my dad have just had a consultation with the doctor.  He informs us that they went in and all looked good.  Until he cut through the muscle, at which time, "tons of pus and blood", his words, started oozing out.  He had to clean that all out, send blood samples and tissue samples to the lab to have cultures done, to find out what kind of infection they are dealing with.  If its an infection that will clear up fast, she will have to go back on the 2nd of January to finish her hip revision.  If it is a bad one, 6 weeks of heavy IV antibiotic therapy, and surgery in about 3 months.  

Bad news is, he couldn't put the replacement ball and socket back in.  She has nothing there right now.  Will have to go around in a wheelchair or the awesome jazzy chair one of the people that live in their retirement place let her borrow.  

Doctor 1......Dazee 3

Go back into surgery waiting room until they tell us what room they will be taking her to.  One of my sisters calls me since her fingers couldn't text everything she wanted to ask, after I sent the text to all the sibs about what was going on.  I tell her what he said, she is asking a few questions.  I hear, while on the phone with her, the man beside me start complaining to his wife that it was so noisy in there with everyone on their phones.  So sorry, POSG (piece of shit garbage).  Go stand in the hall.

POSG 0.....Dazee 4

He's just lucky I didn't slam the butt of my hand up into his nose, like I've learned about in the thriller murder books I read.  :)

When we got to my mom's room and were waiting for her to come from the recovery room, I have to say, those nurses and her CNA were awesome.  They got me and my dad a coke on ice, and were so helpful and careful with my mom.  

My bill will also include pain and unnecessary suffering that they caused her.  

My total charge will be, $50,000 dollars.  Nobody makes my mom hurt!!!!!

Now That Was a Fun Weekend......

How was your weekend?  Mine, you ask.  I'm so glad you want to know.  It was very hectic, scary, fun and crazy.

 Grab a drink and some munchies, cuz it is going to be an exciting ride.

Last Thursday, I get a call from my sister with the ever fateful words, "I need to tell you something, but I need you to stay calm".  Alrighty then, those words, along with the  other ones I've heard, "I don't want you to freak out, but", always get my heart racing.

I am all of the sudden thinking of my dad.  He just turned 80 and his health is fading fast.   When I told her I was calm, she said it was my brother Jeff.  Him and his wife were on a vacation to "de-stress" in Yellowstone, but he had just been life flighted to the nearest hospital that was in Idaho Falls, Idaho.  OMG, calm I wasn't.  He has varices in his esophagus from another medical issue.  One of them had burst and was draining down into his stomach.  They were waiting to check in to the Hotel there in Yellowstone, when he told his wife he didn't feel good, then proceeded to throw up his bicuits and gravy, plus blood.  EMT's were called.  They wanted to ambulance him in to Rexburg Idaho, but being "a man", he said, we will drive.  I will give him credit.  His insurance only covers him in Utah and Idaho.  They told him ok, but he had to go to the nearest hospital once they got there.

They had just entered into Idaho, when he looked at his wife and said that he felt like he was going to pass out.  Which he did, and as soon as he did, he started throwing up, in their words, buckets of blood.  Frantic call to 911, who just happened to have EMT's 2 minutes away.  They loaded him into an ambulance, drove a few more miles to where the medical helicopter just happened to be and he was flown out of there.


His wife was to drive the 3 hours to idaho Falls by herself.  But because the front of the car was covered in blood, dashboard, floor, seats, she had to clean it up, or she just couldn't have done it.   Here is the bag that rags and blood, and more blood, and rags were thrown in to.


My brother didn't think he was in much danger.  Once they got him to the hospital, he was saying, I'm glad I'm here, get me cleaned up, and send me home tomorrow.  Yeah, uh huh Jeff.  That might work when having a baby, but nothing else.  mmmmkay.

I called my sister-in-law Jodi the next morning to see how it was going and how his surgery went.  I have to tell you, Jodi is one of the strongest women I know.  She has had a lot of hard times in her life, and I have never seen her cry.  They had just made her leave ICU so they could take the tube out of his throat, and she broke down.  I told her I would be there as soon as I could.  It's a 3-1/2 to 4 hour drive to get to Idaho Falls from where I live.  My older sister Kathy wanted to go with me.  It was fun being able to spend time with her.

When we finally got to the hospital that night, this is how Jeff looked.  My poor brother.  He is always so happy and to see him like this was heartbreaking.  We spent the rest of the evening there, and decided we needed to get Jodi out of there.  She hadn't had much sleep and neither had he.  She left begrudgingly, but it did them both a world of good to not worry about each other that night.


The next day we were back in ICU, when the doctor came in and said that his blood levels were still too low.  They had given him 2 units of blood the day before.  He needed another unit, but then they would send him to a "regular" room.  I called him Dracula while he was getting his blood.


His nurse in ICU was a guy named Mike.  He was the best nurse I have ever witnessed.  He let all three of us stay in the ICU room, instead of the 2 that was allowed.  He wanted to see how Jeff was doing, so when he graduated to the regular room, he had him walk.

Look at that smile.  I love him so much.

When we got from ICU on the 2nd floor, to his regular room on the 5th floor, this sign was hanging on the door.  Honestly, after walking, he deserved to arrive with the first place ribbon.  (we did take the elevator, I mean, Mike was nice and didn't make him take the stairs)


Here is a photo of Mike and the girl that helped get him moved.  Notice the orb around her face.  That is the biggest orb I have ever captured on film.  The photo's right before and after this, which were of them, did not have it.   Jeff was so grateful to Mike, that he took his hand and wouldn't let go.  It was then that Mike told us that it was a pleasure seeing him graduate because they had almost lost him the day he got to ICU.


Once the new nurse took his vitals and stuff, he was told that his diet would change from broth clear liquids, to mechanical soft.  I had noticed a Dairy Queen on the way to the hospital.  They have the BEST TWIST CONES ever.  We asked him what he wanted.  Chocolate ice cream and french fries was his reply.  We got it ok'd with the nurse and off we went.   Oh, he was a happy camper when he had that first spoonful.


The doctor also informed him that he would be able to go home the next day, which was Sunday.  You should have seen the happy dance.
Side Note:  The dietitian called after he got transferred to see what he wanted for his meals the next day.  One of the breakfast items offered was BISCUITS AND GRAVY.  Umm, thanks but no thanks)

Sunday, when we were waiting for the discharge papers, Jeff called his house where Kathy's husband was babysitting their dogs.  This is the picture of Jeff talking to Max and Roxie.  It was so cute listening to him talk to them, and they just barked, barked, barked back.  Check out the smile on his face.


Since emergency rooms are notorious for cutting off your clothes, Jodi bought him a Captain America shirt to leave the hospital.  His hands were so puffy.  Poor guy.


Being wheelchaired out of the hospital.  He hated that part.  But then, rules and regulations and all that.


His first steps outside of the hospital.  The day was blue, not a cloud in the sky, and cool.  I really don't think he was too excited about leaving.  :)


Jeff finally admitted to me, when it was just me and him in the room, that if he hadn't have passed out and Jodi hadn't stopped to call 911, he would have died before they made it to Rexburg.

There were some funny moments during the time up there that I will post about later.  I mean, really, you can't expect me not to be a goonball, can you?

I Didn't Start The Fire.....

Or How We Started Our Summer Vacation

If you are my friend on facebook you already know that on Friday, June 29th, there was a fire that was started on the mountain by my house.  We were in the mandatory evacuation zone, but Mr. Dazee and I are rebels.   Our power went off at 9:00 pm that night, and didn't return on until last night, Saturday June 30th at 10:00 pm.  

I need to mention that it was also 99 degrees outside during the fire.  A cool 91 inside the house.  Yeah, good times.

And, the battery on my cell phone died.  *uncontrollable crying*

Oh, and our internet did not work until this morning, Sunday July 1st, at 10 am.   I'm just letting  you right now, there is no way I could have lived in the days of non air conditioning, outhouses, no internet, and my Keurig.  Just sayin.  

Did I just hear a collective, "show us photo's woman!!"  

Well alrighty then, here ya go.

Here is the very first picture when the fire started.  Taken from my back patio

The helicopters came to the fishing pond across the street from my house. This is taken from the west side door of my home.

Holding the camera in the air from the same place I actually got a photo of the copter grabbing the water (and probably a bunch of fish) 

Flying towards the fire

This guy had a longer line.  Friday night they were lined up 4 deep to get the water.  It was quite mesmerizing watching it go on.

After the evacuation was lifted at 6:00 pm Saturday Night, I went over to the park to snap some photo's.  

Here is the pond.  The water level went down quite a bit

From the same exact spot, here is a photo of my house

If you look at the mountain behind the house, that is the one that burned two years ago which  I posted about in this post.

Here is a photo of the mountain that was involved in this fire.  Where I have put the arrow there is a subdivision of homes, the fire went all the way around them, but they saved those houses.

Apparently I was a television star friday night.  My daughter and her family that live with us were not home when it happened and couldn't get home because of the evacuation.  They went to my youngest sons house and were watching the news.  They were filming the helicopters getting the water and they saw me standing in the doorway taking photo's.  Aren't you glad you can now say you know someone famous.  hehehehe

Now for your viewing enjoyment, I took a video of the copter getting the water and flying off.  

Stay tuned for the adventures after dark from the patio.  It's a page turner

How Well Do They Really Know Us?

This picture cracked me up big time.  How many times have you thought, or said, the same thing.  

While trying to come up with something special for Mothers Day, I remembered seeing 

these questions on Sunshine and Peanuts blog.  I sent off emails to Mr. Dazee, My sons and my son-in-law.  Some of their answers, I must admit cracked me up.

Then I got the bright idea to send the same questions to their wives to see how close they were.  I loved how honest the girls were with their answers.

Happy Mothers Day
to
Mindi, Amy and Lizzie
 all you other mothers, women who aren't mothers, or have a mother you want to celebrate.


1.  She’s sitting in front of the TV.  What’s on the screen?
Mr. Dazee:  Criminal Minds  (yuppers, Hi boyfriend)
David:  Grey’s Anatomy.  This is the only 40 min break she gets all day, but she doesn’t even do it every day… (correct)
Justin:  Some sort of cooking show.  She doesn’t really watch TV though  (Kids Shows)
Brandon:  How I Met Your Mother, Intervention, some sort of Vampire show… (Netflix)

2.  You’re out to eat.  What kind of dressing does she get on her salad?
MD:  Blue Cheese (correct)
D:  Ranch, on the side.  Outback Steak House is her favorite (correct)
J:  Probably that god awful blue cheese  (Ranch)
B:  Ranch (correct)

3.  What’s one food she doesn’t like?
MD:  Pizza (I will eat vegetarian, but anything with meat, ick)
D:  Not many..She at least will try almost anything, but she doesn’t like relish on her hot dogs or raw onion (Red Onion)
J:  Steak!!! (correct)
B:  Tuna (Tuna Helper)

4.  You go out to eat and have a drink.  What does she order?
MD:  Margarita (yes please)
D:  Margarita on the rocks with salt on the rim  (correct)
J:  Large Diet Coke (correct)
B:  Dr. Pepper or water.  Or…..wine (water.  sidebar.  right now only because she is pregnant)

5.  What shirt size does she have?
MD:  Large  (this is why I love him)
D:  This is a tricky question.  It depends on the shirt.  I am glad I am not a girl.  Each manufacture makes their clothes different for women.  But usually a Medium/Small (correct)
J:  I’m not gonna say because I enjoy peace in our household  (correct)
B:  Not sure, she steals mine when we’re at home… (who knows now, see question 4)


6.  What shoe size does she have?
MD:  4?  (a 4, hahahaha, 7 to 7-1/2)
D:  7 - at least this is more unified (correct)
J:  Er, ah, 7? (8)
B:  Again….V?  No idea…Same size as mine (9)

7.  What’s her favorite type of sandwich?
MD:  Grinders Pepper Steak (omg, loaded with grilled onions, tomatoes, mayo and hot peppers)
D:  Honey smoked turkey with avocado.  She also likes BLT’s (correct)
J:  Spicy guacamole chicken sandwich (Turkey Avocado Panini)
B:  Turkey bacon avocado on focaccia….from Kneaders (correct)

8.  What would she eat everyday if she could?
MD:  Ice Cream (coffee flavored)
D: Coffee!! Ok, I know you can’t eat coffee, so Salmon  (Brownies)
J:  Fancy shmancy vegetarian stuff (Cafe Rio Pork Salad)
B:  Café Rio (Halibut)

9.  What is her favorite cereal?
MD:  Multi Grain Peanut Butter Cheerios (addicted)
D: Cheerios with grapes (green grapes)
J:  Honey Nut Cheerios (correct)
B:  She hates cereal…. (not a cereal person)

10.  What would she never wear?
MD:  Bikini (and the world thanks me for it)
D:  My underwear!!  She hates to wear swimming suits in public places (Dave's beer shirt)
J:  A Bikini (Stiletto heels)
B:  ….um….a Hat (BYU Stuff)

11.  What is her favorite sports team?
MD:  RSL Salt Lake  (there are some hot guys on that team)
D:  Utah Jazz.  John Stockton got her hooked (correct)
J:  Utah Jazz (correct)
B:  Philadelphia Eagles!!!!! (correct)

12.  What is something she does that you wish she wouldn’t do?
MD:  Snores (what?  me?  Snore?)
D:  Being so hard on herself.  She has extreme super human expectations of herself and she achieves almost all of it, but she still feels that it isn’t enough at times.  (Too hard on myself)
J:  Worries about being judged by stupid people (I'm insecure and second guess myself all of the time)
B:  No comment……. (NAG!)

13.  What is her heritage?
MD:  English (and Welch)
D:  Awesomeness!  English? (correct)
J:  Croatian.  (English, Croatian, Swedish, Danish, German)
B:  German! (I'm a mutt)

14.  You bake her a cake.  What kind is it?
MD:  German Chocolate (correct)
D:  Strawberry Short Cake.  She also likes Ice Cream cake.  (Chocolate or Carrot)
J:  If I baked her a cake it would resemble something more like three day old tuna casserole (chocolate)
B:  Red Velvet (correct)

15.  Did she play sports in high school?
MD:  No way!!!!!!!!!! (what?  I was drill mistress of the pep squad.  Doesn't that count?)
D:  If you call HOT a sport.  Then Yes!!  She did do some track.  (Sprinter)
J:  No (correct)
B:  Don’t think so….. (correct)

16.  What could she spend hours doing?
MD:  Reading (he knows me so well)
D:  Crafting wit the kids, planning parties, cooking, reading.  (Reading)
J:  Oh god, talking about feelings and sh…stuff like that (gardening)
B:  Looking dreamingly into my eyes….;) (sleeping)


17.  What is a unique talent that she has?
MD:  Singing  (he's making fun of me here, because I usually just sing off key to him,  but I have sung in groups)
D:  Her unsurpassable talent is being an incredible mother/wife.  It is a lot of hard work and determination and she ROCKS!! She is amazing in the kitchen.  She can make anything taste to die for.  Even homemade chocolate (Multitasking)
J:  Her ability to handle stressful situations with our daughter (I can lift one eyebrow)
B:  She puts up with me! (crocheting)

18.  What is her type of coffee?
MD:  Mini-cups flavored (I think he's trying to say K-cups)
D:  She is a regular coffee girl.  With vanilla or carmel creamer.  Unless it is Christmas time, and then she like the Peppermint Mocha's. (Medium Breakfast Blend)
J:  Black Organic (any flavor of coffee with Fat Free French Vanilla Creamer)
B:  Something fancy from Starbucks….. (anything with caramel)

Now, I'm off for some coffee, ice cream, salad with blue cheese, and a grinders pepper steak sandwich.

OMG, There's Dinosaurs In My House

May 6

Big day in our family. 

My Mother-in-law, Myself, and My Daughter each gave birth on that day.  

You know, when you say it that way, I see 3 women, going through labor, and then laying in a bed holding a newborn baby.  All 3 were boys.  All 3 were the second born child.  All 3 have the same personality.   And I love them all to pieces.

Mr. C is all about dinosaurs.  Has been since he was just little.  He can tell you things that you would never know about them.  He can name them all.  All he wanted for his birthday was for his family, both sides to come to his house for a party.  My daughter is the best ever at parties.  (no, she didn't get it from me).  We had dinosaurs everywhere.  

 

Happy birthday to my husband, son and grandson.  

Driving Miss Dazee

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Have I mentioned I love my grandkids?  I haven't, well, it's true.  Each of them have their own ways of doing things.  

Whenever Miss A and I are together, we have a little thing where instead of talking, we sing.  The other day I took her brother and sister to school.  On the way home, we got into a little "discussion".  I recorded it without her knowing, because you know, then she wouldn't have done it.  (excuse the gratuitous boobage shot)

Notice at the very end, her imitation of an elephant.  She does a rather good job of it, if I don't say so myself.  And I'm the Grammie, so I can. :)

Things like this, just make me happy.

Yup, Weirdness Runs In The Family

When I was a senior in high school, my brover was born.   Yeah, I know, get up off the floor and read on.  And yes, we have the same parents with only one mother.  There are nine of us kids in the fam damily.  I am the second oldest, and he is the baby.  When he tries to give me crap, I ever so nicely remind him that I used to change his diapers.  Works every time.

He lives in Texas, so seeing him is a rarity.  He came into town yesterday for business.  Asked me to go to dinner with him.  I of course will never turn down food.  

I shot this photo after we got into the car.  He had to email his boss so I grabbed my camera, pointed it at him and this is the face he pulled.  Have I mentioned, I love this guy!!!!!

We went to a place in downtown Salt Lake that I have never been.  

The Copper Onion.   The sweet potato tart was to die for.  We both gave the whole experience a thumbs up.

As you can see in the next photo, I tried to burn the menu.  They had little candles on the tables, and silly me, sat it right down on top of it.  Good thing little brover smelled it.  Could have been an exciting time.  But hey, maybe some really hot firemen would have rescued us.  :)

I know you are thinking to yourself, "how did he smell that it was burning", (or not)  Well, apparently, when he was a kid, he would roll up toilet paper, then wrap it with paper and "smoke" it.  It brought back fond memories for him.  Ok, maybe not fond, but he smelled it before me.  And isn't it funny what you learn about your siblings and own kids when they are adults.  

After dinner and chatting, we found our way to the parking garage elevator.  Good times.  Neither of us could remember what level we had parked on.  There were so many "reserved" parking spots on each level that we had to keep going and going.

He pushes the button for level 4.  Door opens, we look out because the one thing we could remember was that we could see the car from the elevator.  Nope, not that level.  I said, "I think it's level 5".  So we head on up to 5.  I get out to look.  No car again.  What the?  We actually had parked on level 3.  We were giggling by the time we got out of the elevator.  

I miss that kid.  I think I must plan a trip to Texas.  

(and no Mr. Dazee, you didn't just read that, it's a figment of your imagination)

I'm Peeved!!!!

Disclaimer.  I'm on a rant.  I might not be my normal self in this post.  Read at your own risk.

So, according to the above picture, I'm a little peeved right now.   

Lets preface this rant.  Approximately 5 years ago, my brothers get this GREAT idea to invest their houses in the stock market, through an investor they knew.    They were trying to get everyone in our family to go along with this FABULOUS idea.  Having Mr Dazee once in the real estate field, he was all like, oh no, that is a really dumb idea.  You will get taken.  

But no, my brothers think they are so smart when it comes to stuff like this.  Plus, I live in the state where there are a lot of sheep that follow what people in their church say is a good thing, because, well, they would never ever take advantage of the other members.  Uh huh, because all of God's chosen would never do something like that.  Never, ever, ever.

They go into this great plan, my older sister goes into this great plan, and they talk my parents into going into this great plan.  Mom and dad who are in their late 70's and have limited income.  

You can see where this is going.   Sister and her hubby have lost their house and are living with my parents.  I'm not sure what happened to my brothers and their houses.  Mostly because I'm a bitch and don't keep up with them.  

So, today, my mom comes over to chat.  It's a beautiful day outside so we sit out on the porch enjoying the view.  (oh and Mr Dazee is working in the yard.   what?  I said we were enjoying the view. :)  )

Mom starts saying that she should be home going through all of her closets.  Older sister is trying to have her get rid of a bunch of things.  My mom is from the depression era, so she has a hard time of "letting go" of some of her stuff.  It might be useful.  I understand.    I ask, so you going to have a big yard sale.  She says yes.   And then she blurts out, "ESPECIALLY SINCE I DON'T KNOW WHERE I'LL BE LIVING NEXT YEAR".  

I look at her and ask why in the heck she would say something like that.  And her reply.  The reason I'm soooo super pissed off today.

BECAUSE WE GOT A LETTER SAYING WERE BEING EVICTED AND HAVE TO BE OUT BY NOVEMBER.

Yup, my parents, because they decided to go along with that fine and stupid plan, just might be losing their house!!!!!   And this isn't their first eviction notice.  They got one a couple of years ago, but one of my brothers stepped in and somehow someone was helping out.  I don't know.  Remember, bad sister.  

She says, well so-and-so (not his real name) has a really good lawyer that says he can help.  Yup, I've heard them fishes fart before.  Suing someone that swindled your money will never get it back for you.  I myself might have been born at night, but it wasn't last night.   That's why I've never listened and followed blindly to what anyone tells me.  

So Happy Labor Day.  Yeah, to my dad and mom who worked hard for many years, just to lose it all.   

I need a drink.

PS:  I know if people in family are reading this, I have just added one more strip of black to my black sheepedness.   

C'est La Vi

My Newest Professional Portrait

The other day, I was lucky enough to sit down with an up and coming artist, that asked me if she could paint my portrait.  

I felt very honored.

The last time I sat for a portrait I was a young girl.  

So, after many hours minutes of sitting very still, I was presented with my new portrait

Grammie

By Miss A 

age 3

Now, I know you are overcome with how much this portrait resembles me.  And no doubt you are wondering what things are.  Well, because of modern technology, I have been able to help you with that.

I have legs and no arms.  and a blue dress, but no underwear.  

(hey, its what she told me, as she was laughing in her hysterical 3 year old laugh)

1 3D Dry Erase Board     $9.99

1 Set of Dry Erase Markers      $4.99

1 Portrait of a Lifetime    Priceless

So How Was Your Weekend?

What an eventful last few days.  But I won't bore you with every single detail.  I'll only bore you with a few.  :)

Yesterday was our grocery shopping day.  We needed to make a return to the Walmart Customer Service Department. 

What you need to know:

We made the mistake of signing up for their Family Mobile Plan.  Don't get me wrong, it's a good plan, if you don't want to use your high tech phone for internet.  

When pulling our phone numbers over from T-Mobile, they didn't pull over Mr. Dazee's number right.  Some fictitious number from some other area code not in our state.

Called the very next day to Family Mobile customer service.  They will refund my activation fee, but not Mr. Dazee's because they never pulled his number.  Need to return it to Walmart and have them refund the activation fee.

Went to customer service.  The 2 workers were really nice, but they couldn't get it to ring up right.  Needed to call a manager to come help.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

She came up, started giving us crap.  If you know me, I WILL NOT back off from anyone.  She turns around looking at their "return policy".  She kind of looked like this

I say, ever so, ummm, shall we say, not nicely.  It's been 2 weeks.  Hasn't been over 90 days.  Well, you can only return the phone, she says.  NO, Beotch, (didn't say that, just thought it), I was told we had to bring back the activation kit to get the refund.  Blah, blah, blah.  Can't be done.  She wouldn't even look at us.  Finally one of the nice boys says, lets got to the mobile center and talk to them.  As she is leaving, a said rather loudly to the other boy, she is not going to get away treating us like we are stupid.  I will not take that.  They finally come back, and give us our 25 dollar refund, and she still doesn't say a word or look at us.  Too bad so sad for her that she had to refund our money.  

This morning on my way to work, there was an idiot driver.  I know, you are so shocked.  To get on the main road, you get in the right turn lane.  Now, sometimes during morning rush hour the straight through lane becomes a right turn lane.  WHEN THE LIGHT CHANGES TO SHOW YOU THAT.  breathing, breathing.

I'm in the right turn lane, stupid lady is in the go straight lane.  The arrow for the right turn lane is green.  I start making my turn, and dumb bunny starts turning too, IN TO MY LANE.  

Manic honking on my part, she speeds up to get away from me.  She was weaving in and out of traffic.  She must have been in a much bigger hurry to get where she was going, than the rest of us.  Yeah, I took her picture.  There she is.  Dumb-dumb-dumb.

One really cute thing I have to tell you about.

This is Miss O.  She has quite the imagination.  Yesterday I had all my kids and grandkids over for dinner.  We had such a good time.  After dinner we were sitting in the family room talking.  The cousins were playing downstairs, outside, wherever the fun was at the moment.  Miss O and Miss A come in to talk to the adults for a minute.  Miss O was dancing around, so her mom says, do you need to go potty.  

No, I'm just frolicking.  

OH MY GOSH, she was frolicking?  Where does a 5 year old come up with this stuff.  

The Stone Of Life

I know, I'm a day late and a dollar short on my Saturday Day Centus.  But I know that once Jenny gets over her tangent about my tardiness, it will be ok.
The rules, 100 words plus the prompt.  This week that means 103 words.  I always put the prompt in blue.  This weeks prompt was inspired by Jeff at Tennessee Mudbug.  Thanks Jeff.  This was a really hard one.  (I just realized that I say that every week, my bad)
The Stone Of Life

Have you ever wondered what is written within the stone of your life?  As I stare into the depths of it, I can see those things that have left small dents, huge slashes and happy, life changing moments.

Today, I see the father of my children, teaching them the ways of life.  I see my son-in-law, loving my grandchildren.  I see my oldest son, beaming with joy as he plays with his daughter.  There is also a spot on that stone, for my younger son that someday will become a dad.

Happy Fathers Day.   

Questions From My Little Flock Of Chicks

Mothers Day.  You usually love it or hate it.  I'm of the love kind.  I know that I wasn't a perfect mother, but my kids love me.  They may not always like me, but love, I beat into them has always been there.

I asked them to each give me a question for me to answer.  I'm answering them in the order that I received them.  Mixing it up a little instead of the oldest first thing that I always do.  Anyquestions, here we go.

Gosh Justin, could you have come up with anything harder?   Ok, here it is.  National Sluff Day.  You could sluff work, school, church, anything.  Everyone allowed to sluff.  Of course, it would have to be on a weekday since most people are going places they don't necessary want to be.  When would it be?  Hmmmm, how about the 2nd Wednesday of *thinking, thinking*, August.  Yeah, that's good because I think that is the only month without a holiday.  There.  moving on.

First of all Brandon, ANY vacation would be nice.  *blowing raspberries*  I kid.  At this point in my life, I would say anywhere that I could talk, force get dad to go to.  I've actually had my thinking cap on lately, and would love to go on some kind of historical vacation.  Most likely back East.  Just being places that historical events happened would be cool.  Hopefully I won't cry my eyes out like I did when I went to Dallas and went to the grassy knoll.

These questions are getting harder.  What is it with you guys?  Dream job, dream job?  OK, here goes.  Don't laugh.  Exotic Dancer!  hahaha, gotcha.  My dream job would be living off the inheritance of my wealthy grandparents.  What?  You have to have wealthy grandparents to be able to do that?  Dang it.  I guess I will never get this one then.  In my next life, I'm going to ask for wealth.  Since I totally must have said I wanted beauty and brains in this life.

Phew, an easy question.  If I could have a superpower it would be to be able to twinkle my nose like Samantha Stevens (Bewitched for all you young'uns) and have everything just happen.  Need a new dress, DONE.  Need the clothes washed, dried, hung up or folded, DONE.  Go on the vacation of your choice, DONE.  Fix a gourmet meal without all the mess, DONE.  The list goes on and on.

Really David?  What the? After thinking long and hard, a few minutes, ok, all freaking Saturday afternoon, about this one, I have finally come up with the answer.  *clearing throat*  The Raven, quoting Edgar Allen Poe (and my non-understanding of this poem, just saying)

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore".  (Quoth, as per dictionary.com, verb: another word for said)

First of all, if I have to look up a word in the dictionary in a poem, I'm not liking the poem.  Got it, moving on.

How are they alike?  I have no freaking idea.  They are nevermore?  The raven is sitting on the writing desk that is at the antique shop?  Because most people don't have a writing desks anymore, with the advent of computers?  Yeah, that sounds good.  *breathing, breathing*

What a great question.  First of all, I would go down the meat aisle and grab as much meat as possible.  Then head over to the coffee aisle and throw in tons and tons of K-cup coffees.  I guess at that point I wouldn't care which flavors, just throw those babies in.  How much time do I have left.  Gosh, I'm breathing so hard.  Think Dazee, think.  Clothes, no, shoes, no, too many different sizes and styles.  I know, the go-cart department and get a one of them for the grandkids to ride around on.  I think that is probably all the time I would have.  Then as I staggered to the finish line, I would pass out from all the running.  What?  Have you seen the size of those Super Targets?  You'd pass out too.

What fun questions they came up with.  I am so lucky that I have the children and children-in-law that I have.  As you can see, they rock!