Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Losing My Mind

The dryer is squeaking. The dryer has been squeaking for months. The dryer is driving me to the very brink of sanity. It is the one thing in the house that could break without making me cry, but no, it must continue to work despite the continual SQUEEEEEAKING!

There is no escape. I close the door to the laundry room, I hide in the basement, but the squeaking follows me. I'm developing a twitch.

So if I'm not around for a while, you may safely assume that I have found quiet in a small padded room.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Since My Last Post

-- The microwave died, we replaced it.

-- P did not get into Pre-K at the elementary school. She is #7 on the waiting list. There were tears - all mine.

-- The van died. Thankfully after we got home from taking the scouts to a Merit Badge day and not "on the way." The repair bill was just under what we were willing to pay to keep it going.

-- We discovered a mildew stain on the ceiling of the garage, right below the drain of the master shower. The plumbers say it is a very small leak, but the only way to fix it requires tearing out the floor of the shower and the bottom row of tile, but that trying to patch the tile after that would lead to a less than stellar look, so basically the whole shower will have to ripped out - down to the studs. Initial estimates also led to tears. On the plus side, the home owners insurance will help out a bit and I can probably change the color of the tile.

-- After 6 test patches I think I have finally found a color for the basement that I really like. Now to find the time to paint, preferably without 5 little helpers.

-- Next post will be much happier. Promise.

Friday, March 13, 2009

Way Better than a Hott Pediatrician

Beth, of So the Fish Said has a well documented "crush" on the Hotty Pediatrician she takes her kids to.

While my kids pediatrician may not be gorgeous he can do something that is way more important . . . .

My latest trip to his office took only 40 minutes. I know you're thinking that's not so special, but I mean the whole trip took only 40 minutes, from my house and back again, and it's a 15 minute drive.

That's right folks. Only 10 minutes in the doctor's office. I had barely paid my copay before they called us back and the pediatrician entered the exam room within 2 minutes of the time the nurse left. Check the ears, right the prescription (yes, he wrote it this time, no more of the time wasting fax - maybe he reads my blog), and off we go.

I know you are green with envy and no, I won't give you his name.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

The Economy and the Bailout

A sign that the economy might really actually be in a bit of a down turn and at the same time a sign that perhaps one bank is trying to be a teensy bit responsible with it's bailout money . . . . .

No suckers at the drive through.

Monday, March 2, 2009

Going Crazy

I have had a twitch at the corner of my right eye for EIGHT days now. It varies in strength and sometimes I think, "Thank heavens it's stopped," only for it to kick in again even stronger.

I forgot to mention it to my chiropractor (aka voodoo doctor aka Dr. Jeff) which is very sad because he probably could have done some kind of magic to fix it (really he's that good) and now he's on vacation for a week and I won't be able to see him until a week after that when he's back on my side of town (unless I make the drive to his office on the other side of the city which is not my idea of fun) but if this doesn't stop soon I might loose my ever-loving mind, so a trip through traffic might not be a bad thing . . . if this goes on for another week I'd probably crawl across glass if it meant getting this darn twitch to stop!