Monday, April 20, 2015

Good To Be Home

I was in Altoona this Saturday/Sunday. I am most thankful I live here where I live.
My goodness, I would rather have root canal surgery without drugs than live there.
Oh my goodness. The whole place is like Wal-Mart land. Take that however you wish.

As I mentioned in a previous post we had to go there to meet a high school friend of Rick's.
Both are from a smaller town west or east of where we were. This was the big city.
The gentleman's wife asked Rick to surprise him for his birthday. 

I knew what this was and wasn't going to be, so I was prepared as much as I could be.

We arrived at our hotel. HUGE hotel and no elevator. It was like a maze. We laughed so hard at one point because we couldn't find our way back to our room.  We were on the 2nd floor and we went up and down the stairs a few times. We got the giggles big time. At one point I told Rick that we may want to leave a trail of  crumbs to find our way back. 
It was 3:30 in the afternoon, no alcohol was even involved yet.  We had to ask the 2 women cleaning a room how to get back to our room. They laughed and told us everyone gets lost there.  We didn't figure it out the whole time we were there. Pathetic aren't we?

We were to meet them at 5:30p in the bar of the hotel. We were then going to dinner.
Because Fred didn't know we were coming we made a plan.
Rick was going to text him and say Happy Birthday. Then tell him to turn around and he'd be standing behind him. But my husband can't text or use the phone for shit. He totally screwed it up. I am sitting at the bar and I see these people walk in and assume it is them. I've seen photos of Fred before. Rick saw them and turned to the wall. He texts him - but his home phone, not his cell. See what I mean about Rick and his phone?  
Finally, Rick just walked behind his chair and said, "Hey I hear it's your birthday."  He turned around and looked at Rick and it took a minute to recognize him.  They had their hugs and then I was introduced.

Fred was 60. His wife is 53. No matter what I tell you about how she was dressed I am going to sound mean. So I'm a bitch. Deal with it.

If she had pubic hair we would have seen it, her acid washed jean skirt with a frayed hem was that short.  No exaggeration. Rick said that evening when back in our room, What the hell was she wearing?  If Rick noticed it was a hot mess.
She continued the 1980 theme by wearing pantyhose with this outfit of barely a skirt and sandals. Why no pictures you ask? Because I left my phone/purse in my room damn it.

She was neither attractive or had the ability to wear this. (told you I was a bitch)
She had a low cut tight nylon shirt that showed her tattoos on her boobs.
Lovely, classy looking woman. 
This was not a hot 30-year-old. This was a damn 53-year-old who as Rick likes to say looked ridden hard and put away wet.  Think Jerry Springer show. I was so hoping my first impression was wrong and she was going to be a nice woman.

She talked all night and the next day. Not once was I asked what I did, where I'm from, no small talk or interest of any kind. Didn't even ask the dreaded question, do you have kids?
When she went to the bathroom Rick leaned over and said, "You okay. You're so quiet"  There was no time to talk, she never shut up. I heard about her mentally challenged sister, her son who no longer talks to her due to another sister so she doesn't see her grandson. I heard about her job (waitress) her first marriage. Her hysterectomy and more, oh much, much more intimate details.  I know more than I ever wanted to know. Fred and Rick chatted and I so wanted to join their conversations. 

I was bat shit bored with nodding my head, smiling while listening to this woman.  I drank cabernet before dinner and had a glass during dinner. I said absolutely nothing, not one word uttered throughout dinner except to my waiter when I told him what I was ordering.
Once Rick even tried to get me in the conversation and said, 'Peg used to do this or that and she just kept talking. Never acknowledge that he even spoke. She bulldosed us through the night.

Then I  made the huge mistake after dinner switching to gin. I know better but didn't do better. I didn't feel well at all when I got back to my hotel room. I didn't get sick, but I hung on to the toilet just in case. I haven't done that in 25 yrs. 4 drinks and because I switched liquors I got sick. Dumb ole Margaret

It was an awful weekend for me, but my husband was happy to see his old pal.
That is what was important. But when they asked us to stay at their home next time for the reunion I said I wasn't sure we were coming. I don't want to go back to this godforsaken place. And I certainly don't wish to stay at their home. I may have to remind Rick that he didn't go home with me to my reunion. At least my hometown doesn't look like a picture on the internet of everyone who shops at Wal-mart, you know the pictures. The positive of a town like this? Everyone is the size of a barn and I felt small.

I'm done being a bitchy snob now. I am back in the land of people with teeth. I actually had a very busy morning and enjoyed it more than my whole weekend. Sad when work is more fun than your off days.

Friday, April 17, 2015

Friday Funny

I'm heading north for the weekend. Ooh, this ought to be a doozy.  I'm sure it will be blog fodder.
See you Monday. 

Wednesday, April 15, 2015


Whew, tax season is over.

Honestly, this makes Rick a real bear. I am not a fan of living with this bear that takes over my husband's body for weeks. Especially when he is constantly saying, Margaret I didn't see XYZ in the folder, please get this for me.   Oh yea, I love how he bellows these things at me. 
Or my absolute favorite is an email sent to me giving me a list of things he needs. 
Apparently the file cabinet and/or the computer is just too hot to touch for him and only I can fetch these things and not burn my hands. Another good one are the emails I receive from him for months. I get all the documentation in order before this all begins. 
I have color coded folders for him. I am sure an accountant would be thrilled to have all these things so damn organized. Oh, but The Bear is not pleased or can't find them.
So what happens? I get more emails saying he needs this or that.
I then walk into the dining room - or ground zero, and show him that he has them already.
The last email I got I immediately went into ground zero, picked up the correct folder, pulled out what he was looking for and walked away saying nothing. 
He is an utter spaz and insists he didn't see it or I just hide it. Yep, that's what I did. I hid it so I had to have this conversation.  I mutter to myself, "I like him, I really do like him, remember that Margaret, don't hurt him"

I keep telling him to send this all to a "guy", let the guy's wife have all this grumpiness.
But nooo, every year he does all 3 divisions and is Mr. Cranky Pants.  My dining room table looks like papers and folders have vomited everywhere for months.

I am thankful beyond belief that it is over. I also do really appreciate that he does this for us but seriously now that business is back to normal, pay someone to do this Rick!!

I booked a massage for my husband this afternoon to bring his shoulders back down to below his ears where they belong. I didn't tell him you see, just booked one for a surprise for all the stress he has been dealing with in that dining room with his laptop.

This morning as I handed him his paper work for the day, he looked over all he was doing. Before he got to the last one, he said, "I love having such a light day." 
Then he turned to the last work order of the day and he saw that it was an hour massage. 
He was like a kid on Christmas morning. He was so cute.  
He looked at the work order, up at me, and then said, "For real? Today? I really have only estimates and a massage? Ah,You really take good care of me."  
Yup, that's what we do. 
I told him I gave all jobs to Gary and made his day easy on purpose after the weeks of taxes and long work days.  He does deserve this.  

Yesterday afternoon after Rick sent in the taxes online I asked, "When do they take the money out of our account?" (we owed money again) 
Rick said, " I don't remember if it's after they go over our return or how it works, to be honest, I'm sure sooner than later though. It is the IRS you know." 

This morning when I came into the office I looked at our account online. 
I like to see if the credit card charges from the day before were correctly deposited. (in the past there have been big issues) Sure enough, the IRS took out our money last night. WOW. That was fast wasn't it?  I bet if I was getting a refund it wouldn't have been that lightening fast now would it?

Taxes over! Let summer begin. 

Sunday, April 12, 2015


Anyone do any genealogy?
Got any tips for this novice who is going bonkers?

I have been attempting to do our family tree.
Sadly most are gone and those alive don't seem to remember or know much more than I do.

In doing the Ellis Island thing online through I found so many discrepancies.
For example, the spelling was wrong so I assumed it was the family I wanted with just some misspellings, so I went that direction. Nope, it wasn't my family. Then in the census I assume it's the wrong family due to the spelling error but then I see the ages of the children and the name is close so is that the family? Maybe. 
It is all so damn confusing. 

I just wish I could have the powers that be on the television show, "Who Do You Think You Are?" do this for me. But since I am not a celebrity I don't get the free help, information or the free trips.
I am so frustrated at this point in time that I am calling it quits on all of it.. 

I imagine back in the day with all these immigrants & the poor English I should be thankful I have found what I have found. But it has sent me in circles, so unless I win the lottery and can pay a boat load of money, I won't be doing my family tree.

If anyone has done this with success I would love any tips you can provide. Otherwise, I think I have to be done.

Friday, April 10, 2015

Oops, I did it again.

It happened again.Just like it did here.

Last night I was at the kitchen island dicing, slicing, and preparing dinner.

Rick was also at the kitchen island working on his tablet.
The local news was on in the background.
A commercial for INOVA hospital was playing.
I heard them say, for your neck, spine and back hair.

I laughed. Rick said, "What are you laughing about?"

I replied, "Didn't you hear what they just said?"
Rick: "Apparently not."
Me:  "I'll rewind it for you so you can hear this. I don't know what the hell they do with back hair at the hospital, but that struck me funny. Maybe it's laser hair removal or something."

Of course, Rick is laughing without even hearing the commercial by what I just said.

I rewind for us to listen. I again hear, "Inova Neck, Spine and Back Hair"
Rick looks at me and says, "Why the hell is that so funny?"
"Well, because what are they doing with back hair?"

Oh my, goodness he is now laughing so hard he could barely speak.

He said, "Is it that you're really a blond or you are really that hard of hearing that you hear that twice?"
"Well, I think it may be the latter the way you're laughing at me. What did they really say then?"

He slowly mouths while doing American Sign Language, Neck, Spine and Back Care.

Yep, that makes more sense.

Thursday, April 9, 2015

My Weekly Random Items.

Tuesday after work I went to have a relaxing pedicure.
My dog sat at the front door with her deflated football in her mouth until I returned.
I pulled up in front of my house and as I walked to the door I saw her. Her tail wagging and she was grunting and groaning as she does when she misses us. I was just with her for 23 of the last 24 hrs so this makes me laugh. But I love every minute of it. She wiggles her butt and her tail rapidly and she is lovin' on me and I can't even get in the house. Don't you wish everyone greeted you like that every day?

My chubba wubba waiting on me.

I have a big issue with the lack of phone and social skills in the world today. My father blames this all on technology. That could be a part of it, mostly I think it was how you were raised. 
Grown ass men call and can't articulate a thought. I wonder what the hell they do for a living that they can't do this? How do you have a job where you can't speak with people and make a point? It's much worse with men than women but they aren't off the hook either. 
So let's recap what a person should know to do when calling a business.
1. Say hello.
2. Explain what you are looking for, looking to be done etc.
3. Then shut up and let the person answer your questions.(men can not do this number 3 at all)
4. When you are done, say thank you and good bye. Social skills.

Sounds easy enough doesn't it?  I get one call a day when those things happen.
Yesterday it was a full day of idiots.One after another. 
I swore there was a sign somewhere to call me and to act stupid.
I had someone call that went like this.

Person on the phone who was a full grown up adult male: "Hey."
Me: " Hello can I help you."
Caller: "I don't know."
Me: What are you looking for sir?"
Caller: "2 things"
Long silence.
Me: "Would you like to share with me what those 2 things are so I may help you?" I chuckle.
Caller:" my bathroom and my kitchen." he is not laughing
Me: "Are you looking to have your tub and tile refinished in your bath?"
Caller: "No."
Me:  "Okay let's start with the bathroom. What are you looking to do?"
Caller: "I'm not sure"
Me:  "Do you just want your tub to be refinished?"
Caller: "I think so."
Me:  Why did you call? What are the issues  that you think need repaired so I can help you sir?"
Caller: Well I don't know that is why I called you.
Me: do you want the tub refinished? Do your tiles need refinished? or do you even WANT them refnished?
Caller: No.
Me: NO to all of that or just the tiles?
Caller:  the tiles.
Me: Okay is this a standard 5' tub or a claw foot? jacuzzi tub? soaking tub?
Caller - I think it's standard.
I go through what makes a standard and quote a price and go through all the shit of warranty, time frame etc.
Me: What did you need for your kitchen, new countertops? 
Caller: I don't know for sure, maybe my wife should call.
O.M.G ya think?
Me: That would be great, have her call me and I can walk her through everything and if we are doing count tops we can set up a time that a person can come out show samples and go over everything with her.That would be a free estimate.
Caller: Does that cost us something?
Me: The estimate is free.(argh!)
Caller: But you will charge me to refinish my bathtub right?
I'm thinking, is he stupid, is he trying to be funny?
Me:  Oh we will still charge you to refinish your bathtub.
Caller: okay 
And he just hung up. No thank you, no "see ya" just hung up.

Now when I tell these things to Rick upon hanging up he swears the insane or mentally challenge call me. Nope, just your typical DC Metro customer. Those that are highly paid and highly educated but are so socially inept it is scary. This actually happened when Rick was here, he was looking at me with his head cocked and I made the international sign to write down what I was saying so could blog it. That is how sick I am.  I thought you could enjoy some of my daily pain.

Is it wrong that I want to drink every day after work?
Is it wrong that after work I never want to answer my personal phone?

Friday, April 3, 2015

Hip Hip Hooray!

As I mentioned to you the other day my hip is giving me some grief.

I have had this pain for awhile now. I'd say about 6 months. Each month just a tad bit worse.
I haven't said anything to Rick because, jeez, every day there is another issue so why bother. We have better things to laugh and talk about than our old people aches and pains.
Besides Rick has enough of his own.

But now it has gone into my groin area, the pain that is. The pain is now always waking me up at night, not sometimes anymore, always.
Thursday night I got up and went downstairs for some ibuprofen. I turned on the TV and thought perhaps sitting in Rick's recliner would be more comfortable. Nope. Not at all. 
Sitting is bothersome altogether. 
I poured myself a big ole glass of ice water. Watched some TV that I had recorded and leaned against my kitchen island watching television until I just couldn't take it any longer and I then laid on the sofa. Laying doesn't feel good either but I was tired of standing and I was wide awake damn it. 

I broke down and called an orthopedic surgeon today because I just know this isn't going to be nothing.  If I have to have a replacement hip that is it. I might as well wear a sign that says, "I'm an old lady"  I can't even get a senior discount yet, this shouldn't be happening.

I had a OMG gorgeous orthopedic surgeon when I had my torn rotator cuff repaired.
Oh my goodness. Rick insisted I was hurting myself on purpose because he was hummina- hummina good looking. So you all know that is who I called, right? 
Nothing like being in pain and this gorgeous hunk a hunk a burning love walks in and makes you forget all about it.

But my luck was such that I was told he doesn't work on hips so I had to see someone else in their practice. I saw this doctors photo on the website. He is not a Dr. McDreamy like my rotator cuff man. He is an older man like myself in his 50's. I don't want that.  
I want my big tall,tan, blond, muscular doctor again who has the best smile and hiney. 
Yea, I looked. He walked away, what's a girl to do? 

I may have to hurt my other shoulder.

Thursday, April 2, 2015

Bad Signs

Eyes getting so bad you need stronger glasses - check

Can't hear a lick, need hearing aid - check

Hip pain getting progressively worse and now can't sleep - check

If I were a horse they'd shoot me.

Wednesday, April 1, 2015


I have never planted hyacinths.
At first I thought, perhaps they arrived because the seeds blew over the fence. 
Did a neighbor have hyacinths?

I know for a fact the single man to my left does not. But I asked to be certain. He laughed and said he had never had them on his patio.  I asked the people to my right. Nope, they have never had hyacinths on their patio.

So how did they get there?
We planted tulips and only 2 are coming up in between hyacinths. 
We planted the tulip bulbs 5 years ago. 

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Tuesday Random Items

Anyone out there watch 60 Minutes on Sunday?  I found the clinical trial story at Duke extremely interesting and hopeful. The inventor of this I hope can get rich in the same way Bill Gates or Steve Jobs gets rich for their inventions. People who devote their lives to curing diseases should get the same rewards as an inventor of technology if not more. Or a baseball player.
Curing cancer would be pretty remarkable to see in my lifetime.
Rick got a great video of Izzy on her 2nd swim of the season. He took it on his phone and his phone is so different from mine. It is very easy to send to an email, text, blogger etc on my phone. On Rick's we can't figure it out at all. I so wanted to post it.  Oh well. She was snoring on Sunday on the sofa. Rick and I were talking about the upcoming day and I went to the sink to rinse my coffee cup and said the word 'swim', which i normally spell. But the dog is snoring I don't need to spell. WRONG.  She heard that word and jumped up and ran to the front door.
Rick looked at me and said, "Guess we're going swimming"  Izzy whimpers at the door and whimpers for him to throw the toy so she can swim.  It's crazy.  That water had to be really really cold.  Until it's 70 (the water not the air) I wouldn't go in there!.  
We purchased a new dishwasher in December and it won't stop running.
The only way we could get it to stop is to turn off the breaker to the dishwasher. We called support and they walked us through some things  but it still wouldn't stop running. So they set up an appointment for us to have a technician come to our home. This was Sunday. Today, they were to be here between 8am and 10am. They called last night to let me know the time.  They showed up at 9:45am. Apparently it was due to either too much soap or we had a dish or plate or something block the water and it backed up or some such nonsense. Nothing he told me made any sense. He was adamant about the soap. I told him I used Finish pods. How can I use too much soap? He then went on a ramble about never ever using Cascade. I already knew that and told him, but that didn't stop him from going on and on and on about it. The tech  was afraid of Izzy. Since I am afraid/scared to death, of cats I asked if he wanted me to put her upstairs because I get a fear.. He said emphatically a loud OH NO.. But he was skittish. Izzy did nothing more than bring him a ball. No bark, never came to the door, only walked over to him when he got to the dishwasher to give him her favorite ball.  He jumped and said, "does he bite?"  
I wanted to say I imagine if she did she would have by now.  But I took his fear seriously and asked again if he wanted her upstairs. I told him, "She's just giving you her ball."  He said, "please move her." 

I sent Izzy to the stairs and she laid on the 2nd floor landing, she could see everything but far enough away for our technician. She stayed there the whole time until.he got close to me to sign the paperwork, Izzy came between us. I was going to tell him not to get close but he did it so quickly and boom, she was there.
I know she does that all the time when strange men are here and I'm alone. So I knew what she was doing but he didn't. I grabbed her and held her so he didn't get scared. He said, "At least HE doesn't bark." Apparently barking scares him more than the actual dog. I moved Izzy to the stairs again. She laid on the landing watching over her kingdom.  I signed it and stayed a safe distance away so she wouldn't  leave the landing.
He thanked me and said, "she really doesn't bark huh?" I said, "she barks but not often. If you lift your arm to me, harm me, knock on the door while she's sleeping, she'll bark."  never trained her to do this but I've seen it often.
He said, "Big dogs scare me a little bit, I have a small dog that barks a lot"  I told him that big dogs don't need to bark. He laughed. He thanked me and ran out of here.
I'm just glad to have my dishwasher back. I am so very spoiled. I have been doing dishes since Sunday. I told Rick we use too many dishes/glasses etc.  Rick did them last night and said, "Man I hate this."  He did them once.
Last night I dvr'd Kimmel because I wanted to see Van Halen. I have always thought that Sammy Hagar was the best lead singer for the bad. This morning we watched it with our morning coffee. OMG David Lee Roth looked dreadful, sounded worse and it sucked.
Van Halen is still great, Eddie never sounded or looked healthier or better. Wolfie Van Halen was also very good. The lead "singer" was horrific. He can no longer sing at all. He just said words. He also had a broken nose. He looked as bad as he sounded and it was sad. Because honestly Sammy Hagar should be up there rockin' 
It is 70 today. I think spring may actually be here. Although my hometown got more snow. A friend sent me pictures. I feel badly for them. They may not see the pavement until June/July. I was shocked to see how much they not only got overnight but how much was still on the ground.

Friday, March 27, 2015

Human Spark

I used to watch The Human Spark a great deal. I haven't seen if of late. Is it still on? Hmm....

Anyway, I saw this one on my facebook feed and I liked it and thought I'd share.
I found it interesting that Chimps are helpful too. 
Ya'll know my love of chimps, dolphins, gorillas and dogs. But these kids are darn cute too. :-)

Spring Break 2015

This week at Doggy Day Care it was Spring Break.
Oh, there are fun things like Mutt Madness, pools, outdoor activies and pictures etc. 
Since we can watch from our phones, tablets or computers I find these funny as hell when I check in.

As is the norm, Izzy goes to daycare on Wednesday. I get a full day of work and she runs herself ragged and is a sleepy puppy all night long. Glorious evening of only 1 walk. 

Yesterday upon picking her up I was given this photo.
It cracked me up.
Last year her spring break photo was her with a lei around her neck and a water background.

If you want to smile today, go view all the pictures of the dogs.
Click the photo if not familiar with facebook and you'll see all the pics. Some of the little dogs are so damn cute and funny.

and finally TGIF - 

Thursday, March 26, 2015


It has been quite a morning.

Yesterday was our tech's birthday. He really is a nice kid. He has a great work ethic, is trustworthy and he has gotten very good at his job. (The paperwork is another story) I still lovingly refer to him as numbnuts and I call he and Rick that to their faces. It's our joke. Numbnuts 1 and Numbnuts 2. Neither can multi-task and I tease them both.

The man loves bacon and chocolate so for his birthday I made him candied bacon and ooey gooey chocolate butter bars. He was in heaven yesterday morning. You would have thought he got a great gift. At 10 am I got a text saying, "Damn woman these are good" I asked, "which ones?"  He wrote back, "both!! Thanks so much!!" Side note: he is a body builder. He eats more food in a day than I do in a week. He is enormous. 6'5" and 318lbs. Not an ounce of fat to pinch either. 

After the birthday acknowledgement from us in the morning, we went over the days off he had coming up. He had asked for Monday and Tuesday of next week because he had family coming in. Then yesterday he asked for Friday because now his father was coming to town for just the weekend. He said it was weird because his father doesn't like to travel so when he got the voicemail last night he was so surprised but very excited.   This man lost his mom to cancer when he was a kid. His father raised he and his siblings so they are a very close-knit family. (His family lives in Michigan) I told him we could make it work and we'd get the old man (Rick) doing some of his jobs. No problem.  He was so appreciative and told us he would have no more time off until the holidays.  We laughed & told him "it's all okay."

This morning at 5:30 as I was lying in bed I heard Rick's cell phone go off downstairs. 
It was a text message sound. Rick was already out walking the dog and I was just trying to not get out of bed. Then the ding of his text went off again and I thought, It's 5 friggin' 30 in the morning I bet this is important. So I ran downstairs to get Ricks phone.

I see a text from Gary stating that he has been up all night and can we somehow reschedule his appointments? He knows this is a big deal and he was so very sorry. He also said My dad is very sick and I'm going to be a dad.

I wrote back - May I call you?
Now my big 6'5 broad shoulder big ass dude is crying like a baby on the phone with me.
His sister called him last night to wish him a happy birthday and apparently she couldn't hold the news in any longer. His father has cancer and that is why he wanted to come here to visit. Then the woman he lives with, who he has worked out a plan to leave, tells him that she is pregnant. She's been lying about being on birth control. Nice. He apparently has not slept. It appears that his father is terminal. It also is apparent that the well laid plan he had to leave that he has shared with us is shot to hell. He and Rick discussed the plan and he was planning to stay there until June1st and now he feels trapped. Happy Birthday to you.

This is why men should have birth control and not only women.

I met this lovely woman. I felt a cold dark cloud as soon as she walked in. She never smiled. She was so cold and she had bitch face. I tried with her, but I knew what I had standing in front of me. I had never spoken to Gary about her so didn't know anything at this time. When she left our house (here to pick up his check before auto deposit) I told Rick, oh she is the devil. She is not a nice person.  Rick just said, oh no.  He knows when I get those "feelings" that  they are correct. 

Over the past year, Gary has shared with us some things and he calls her Broom Hilda. When his sister went back to Michigan he lost the apartment and had been laid off from his job, so he moved in with her telling her it was only temporary. She kept saying it doesn't have to be. He kept telling her his plan so there was no lying or anything hidden. He told her they could still date but in all honesty he didn't want to.  (not nice on his part either but we get why he was telling her that)  She doesn't support him, she only complains and bitches. She doesn't like his hobby of cars, she doesn't like anything about him. But apparently likes him enough to trap him with this kid.

Now, to me that doesn't mean squat. He shouldn't be with her if he is miserable. She thinks this will make him stay. I say, Be a good father, but run like the wind Gary! Life isn't easy when you are both madly in love, starting off hating her is not good for anyone. In fact toxic. 
But it's not my life so it will be seen how this plays out. 

Then I began the job of rescheduling. One job Rick could do today after his appointments. A very long day for him since he left the house at 6:15a to be to Alexandria in time.
The others moved to Saturday and poor Rick will now have to work the weekend. 
Everyone was so nice about this. Of course, I can't say why we need to reschedule other than a family emergency for that tech. As long as I got the work done they didn't care thankfully. One woman was actually thrilled it worked out better for her. I was so appreciative. I'm sure we will give them a break in price for working with us on this, but more often than not people aren't as nice as these ladies were today. I am so thankful.

All this before 7am.

Wednesday, March 25, 2015


This so moved me. I had a friend who was colorblind. I never could wrap my head around what he saw or how he saw it. This helped me to understand. I think it's a big deal to see colors but when you watch this you really appreciate the fact that you can see all the colors of the rainbow.