Thursday, October 20, 2016


We have a great neighbor who is dealing with cancer. Our neighbor is a nice man that we like so we have been helping them as much as we can while he has been in the hospital. Food, dog walking, dog sitting, more food and general things around their house that they need Rick to do.

He is young, about to be 55 this year.
His wife just retired and he still works in gov't.
He is Air Force. I don't know his title but to me, he is a meeting planner.
He arranges these great events/parties/meetings in various fun cities here in the US and abroad. Every time he talks about his job it sounds exactly like an event planner to me only high dignitaries are involved. He goes to Hawaii to show off this and that of the US, Vegas, DC, all around the world even islands. I don't get why this is necessary but I'm sure it is not something I'd want to know because it would make me angry. All of it sounds like a lot of schmoozing and wasting of tax payers dollars to me. But it sure sounds like a fun job from all of his stories.

He jogs in the early morning at 4:30 - 5a and we see him then while walking Izzy at that ungodly hour. Izzy just loves this guy! She grunts and wiggles her butt each time she sees him and will run to him for lovin'. His dog, she doesn't care for. She is jealous of this dog since we have begun to care for her. They have a teeny tiny dog that I have shown you here on the blog. We watch her for them or walk her when they can't get back home in a timely manner since he's been in the hospital. He has been in the hospital since early spring I believe.

The hospital he is in is located in Bethesda Maryland. We live in Virgina.
(Walter Reed hospital)
The miles are not so much as the time it takes with traffic around here.
On a great day with no traffic (when does that happen around here?) it is 1hr 15 minutes but normally it is 2 - 2.5 hrs for them. It is only 33 miles though.
We all assume due to being military he must got to this hospital for care.
 But if I were them I would have left this hospital 7 months ago.

You see at first he went in for a pain he was having while jogging.
They told him he had leukemia.
They started treatment and chemo, then another doctor would say,
No, he has lymphoma.
Everything was halted.
This went on for months - no one knew what he had. What the hell?
But they kept pumping him with chemo all this time. He couldn't eat, felt horrible as one would with all that chemo and there was no protocol or plan in place because they didn't seem to know what he had. (yea, head scratcher)

At this point, I would be getting 2nd and 3rd opinions. Go to Johns Hopkins, to Philly to Sloan Kettering....anywhere but this place.
So they did more chemo. He was losing weight, not feeling any better and they still didn't know what he had. Chemo continued. Then one day out of the blue they told him he was cancer free.
Then they told him he would need a bone marrow transplant. So they took him up to Johns Hopkins in Baltimore. The doctors there said he was not cancer free and he didn't have the kind of cancer they were treating him for.
So back to the bad hospital called Walter Reed. They continued doing chemo and nothing else. No experimental drugs, no options give. Again, at this point, I would have my husband out of there and be getting other opinions since he still does not have a diagnosis.

I'm sure their insurance played a big part in this. But I have to say I would take my husband anywhere for answers, deal with the bills later. It's his friggin' life.
His wife has talked to us a great deal about the insurance and I know she is making decisions based on that. That is truly a horrible way to make decisions.

They told him on Wednesday (yesterday) that he still has cancer and to go home and call hospice because he has only 2-6 months left. This morning the doctor came in and said, "No you can't go home you only have a couple of days left."

Does any of this even remotely sound professional or like anyone knows what they are doing?

Once in August during his chemo treatments, they allowed him to go home for the weekend.
We saw him walking with his wife. He and Izzy had a great hug fest.
Then in the evening an ambulance came to their house. We were worried.
We found out the following day from his wife that Walter Reed hospital called and told them that he was having a stroke. His wife said, "he's fine" No, they said to call an ambulance he's having a stroke.  They did call the ambulance and he was not having a stroke. See what I mean about a bad hospital/doctors? Why do that to the family and patient? Honestly, this makes me nuts. I asked Rick if he thought Walter Reed was just a war injury hospital and not good for anything else. He felt they weren't good at the war/vet injury either. Where do they find these doctors?
The people who fight in wars for our country can't get medical care that is at least standard? This is sub-standard, to say the least.

I just wonder if he had gotten good treatment and a diagnosis from day 1 if he would be dying now. I asked one day when Mrs. came over to thank us for all the food and help if she was going to get a 2nd opinion. She said there was no point now because all the doctors at Walter Reed are in agreement. WHAT? So they just picked a disease and gave him that? Oh my goodness, this poor man.

Last night their daughter who lives with them came over to get the dog.
She said that dad was coming home to die. They were all so thankful to have him come home. She talked about her and her mom moving back to Pittsburgh after he passes and things like that. Then she sat and cried. My God it broke my heart.
There are no words I can say to make this go away.

Today the daughter text us to let us know Jeff is not coming home and that they don't expect him to live past this week.

I have a feeling he will last longer and will come home for a short time.
I wonder what they will say he died of since they don't have a diagnosis yet.
He died from being at a very bad hospital. Can that go on the death certificate?
This is so sad on so many levels it breaks my heart.

I know that if this were Rick or even myself I'd be like Shirley Mclaine's character in Terms of Endearment. I would be up everyone's arse to get things moving. If that didn't work, there would be other opinions with other doctors outside this dreadful place. If my insurance didn't cover it - so be it - find me to get the money later.
I would never ever be complacent and not know what he has that is making him die. I would fight for experimental drugs and try for trials, I would be doing everything in my power to fight. But they just keep saying, the doctors know.
But you see they don't know because they do not even know what he has.
So bizarre isn't it? And very very sad.

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Working from Home.

Instead of Mexican Music today, I have workers who are shaking my house.
New carpet when you have furniture is difficult, to say the least. Rick and I have been moving furniture into our master bath. The rest we had to put on the 3rd floor. So not only moving but climbing. So much fun. My knees did not appreciate it at all.

Because we can only afford carpet in increments we are doing the stairs and the 2nd floor first.
I'm sure by end of year we'll get the 3rd floor done. But it has to be done by floor because of money. Oh how that sucks, but it is what it is right? Thankfully on 2 floors of carpet - the first floor is hardwoods. But just to do my stairs going to my 2nd floor in hardwoods was over 2k. Yes, that's right $2,000 just for a set of stairs to the 2nd floor. And that was the cost of buying them from lumber liquidations and us doing it. So we opted to replace the carpet with carpet. This is not my forever home so the carpet will do.

But who knew that installing carpet was so noisy. I guess when you are working everything seems louder. But the first 2 hrs they have been here was crazy loud.
I surely don't know what they were pounding but it's been crazy loud and shaky. The whole townhouse was shaking. Rick and I took off the old carpet on the stairs and hallway because he wanted to fix the steps so they didn't squeak each time we walked up or down a step. They were thrilled when they saw that all done. I didn't have the heart to explain that we didn't do that for them but for us to fix the stairs and to paint the baseboards so I didn't get any on new carpets.

How am I keeping my dog from bothering these guys you ask? I took Izzy to doggy day care. I knew this would drive her bonkers and she would be in their way going up and down stairs as she does all day. So this way the men can do their work without my fur baby bothering them.

Only 1 of the 3 men here can speak English. And to say he speaks English is like saying I speak Spanish. We point a lot and they nod a lot but I don't think they know what the hell I'm asking so I gave up. Rick's Spanish is much better than mine so I wish he were here. I just hope this isn't an 8 hr day like my cute little painter friend.  My little Mexican music playing painter was very good looking. Reminding me of one of those telenovelas with the hunky dark men. Short, but cute.

Here is the mess outside my office right now. I was talking to a customer as they were removing the door to my laundry room - he just took the door off with the ironing board right on it. See why Izzy couldn't be here? It would drive her nuts to not be there seeing what they are doing. All I can see is that he took my draperies and flung 'em over the rod. I just had them pressed too. (let it go, Margaret, let it go...breath you anal retentive nut job)

I have to admit I am sweating this MRI on Friday. I don't do MRI's well. Very claustrophobic. Last time I had to have one I was sedated. This time, they told me to listen to music. WTF?
To me that is like telling a person who is terrified of heights to stand on the ledge on the 39th floor and don't look down, just listen to music, it won't bother you. Honestly!

And lastly, I have to share this story about a woman I had to deal with yesterday. She called to ask about her double bowl vanity in her daughter's bedroom.
She kept saying the sinks and vanity together so I assumed it was one thing but to be sure had to ask her questions.
I asked what this vanity was, ex: granite, Formica, or cultured marble? The so-called 'cultured marble' that is put in every house around here is so very common.  She didn't know. Then I asked if the sinks were under mount or drop in. She said she didn't know and how could she tell. I went over this with her slowly. She said she still didn't know. Then I asked, Are the counters and sinks all one piece? Is it the cultured marble I spoke of earlier where the sink and counters are all one? (contractor grade product that is really just plaster)

Whoa! Then she got testy with me, "This is over 2 million dollar home it wouldn't be that fake cultured marble."  She said this as though I insulted her because I asked her if it was cultured marble sink and counters being one piece. I asked because I can't give a quote for something that we don't know what it is.
I told her since I wasn't certain what this was and she couldn't take a photo (she didn't know how) we could send Rick out there tomorrow because he will be in that area. She had to tell me again about her GREAT town of 2 million plus homes. I wanted to scream, I know lady, I live around here. I get you, you have a McMansion and money living in Great Falls. You classless twit.

I told Rick about her and how I assumed it was the contractor grade 'cultured marble' double bowl vanities. I said to him, do not say that to her she flipped out when I told her it was cultured marble.  He just shook his head and laughed.

Rick went this morning to see this woman and give an estimate for her 2 million dollar home's vanity.
He just called to tell me it indeed was that cheap cultured marble (but he only told her it was cultured marble leaving out the word cheap) 
She said, "Oh why would they put this cheap stuff in a 2 million dollar home?" Rick said he explained it to her and again, she said, "but it's a 2 million dollar home!" Rick said he almost asked, "How much was your home?" I would have laughed at that. My God why do people have to say that?
Even if my house was 2+ million do you think I'd walk around telling people that?  Everyone can see that. People are just weird man.

Monday, October 17, 2016

My Head is going to Explode

I have been listening to Mexican music since 8am this morning.
My office is a loft so I can hear everything on the 1st floor where Caser is painting.  

This is like Chinese Water Torture, only it's Mexican Music Torture.
I could scream. Rick just walked into my office doing some sort of dance like he has maracas in his hand. He's laughing because he just got home.
I have had to endure this for the last 8 hours.

Is he done yet?

Friday, October 14, 2016

Phones and Paint

I have had phone issues all week.
Here are a couple of examples.

When I came in yesterday morning I saw the light blinking on my phone telling me I had voicemails. (landline) I dialed my phone voicemail number and instead of it connecting me to my voicemail to get my messages it dialed a customer.
When someone answered and it wasn't my automated voicemail I was shocked.
But here is the weird was someone that did leave me a voicemail at 8:30p the night before.
This woman must have thought I was a nut job. She said she left me a message but I hadn't even listened to them yet. How could I have called her? Weird isn't it?

Then this morning I called a customer back. I can see the number on my phone that I am dialing.  The number that I dialed was correct. It connected me to someone else. A former customer from the summer. What the hell is going on?

All so very weird isn't it? I would have thought I dialed incorrectly so I looked at what was on the phone screen and I see I dialed correctly so how the hell did I get a customer from months ago?  I felt like a fool trying to explain why I called them. Ah, thank God it's Friday.

I have now painted the 3rd floor - every room, door and trim.
I have painted the 2nd floor - every room, door and trim.
The 2nd floor staircase leading there, the hall and my office is gray.
The gray looks good in different light. Sometimes it takes on a blue hue which I neither want or like.
I am so frustrated but not buying new paint or doing it over again. I just can't.
Here is the hall  - don't judge. Yes, that is a ladder. Yes, that is a long handle for painting the walls and yes, the new carpet won't be here until Tuesday.
But it looks gray here - especially as you can see the blue that goes up to the 3rd floor.

Now this is the open office on the other end of hall.
Same color - but next to the draperies it looks blue.

I wanted to cry. Rick looked at me and said, You want to do this over again, don't you? Honestly, I do, but I just can't right now. I am exhausted and over it. I also am not looking to buy new drapes either. Screw it all. I'm so tired of this remodel. This better sell this house quickly next year!! We so want to move to one floor. We old folks are tired of the stairs and the damn dog won't fetch our stuff for us. I asked her to get my glasses last night and she just tilted her head. She is no Lassie. Lassie would fetch my glasses from the well for Jimmy or me.

So we have the 1st floor left to paint. Not all of it. I am keeping the dining room and powder room the same as they are now. And not the trim until we have the ceiling fixed. But the open kitchen / great room area is being painted.  But I am out of gas. I remembered a young man who gave me his card when I was walking the dog this summer. He was painting my neighbors home and I asked for his card. I decided to ask him for an estimate. Rick kept saying they will charge $1000's. I said then we can't do it, but lets at least ask.
He did such nice work for Kathy that I would like to just see what he says. We already have the paint and got it for less with your discount. This way it will be completed when your sisters arrive and I won't have to stress about getting this done.

He came this morning at the time he told me he'd be here. Imagine that.
I saw him outside my office window sitting in his vehicle because he was early.
I went downstairs and opened the front door and waved him in. He was so nice and he is doing the whole thing for only $400. I have 12 ft ceilings and a big kitchen / living area. I was blown away at his price. I would normally think his work was bad because it was so low but I've seen his work in 2 neighbors homes, so I am hiring him.
It kills Rick when he knows he and I can do it. Rick will have to deal with paying someone. Rick never does anything but the high parts I am iffy to get. I will not hang over the 2nd floor with the ladder in such a way that we could fall. And being short it is so difficult for me. So I made him do the open areas where he could plummet to his death. I have great insurance on him so if he falls, we're covered. ...tee hee
He taught me how to paint and damn it I'm good at it so I do it all. I think that was his plan all along the damn sneaky bastard!

And I leave you with this message -

Thursday, October 13, 2016

Dog Commericals

The other day while in the grocery store I found myself humming to the music that was playing. As I am walking down the aisle I began to sing the next song and I realized something. I am so old that I am digging the music being played in my grocery store.

That evening while watching some television a song comes on for a Toyota commercial and I started singing the words and dancing around making Rick laugh. The women in the commercial singing this song are not old enough to even know this song but I loved it. It was recorded in 1963, Leslie Gore, You don't Own Me.
I was only 7 when it was a hit so I don't know why I know it so well or why I know all the words and can belt it out. But I do.

Moral of the story is you're damn old when all the commercials, elevator music, and the grocery store is playing music that you grew up with. Although my favorite rock song is Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC and so far it hasn't been turned into Muzak just yet.

And speaking of commercials, I just adore these Subaru commercials with the damn cutest dogs.
If you haven't seen them, check out a couple of these. The puppy going to sleep is so damn cute it makes me want another puppy.

Saturday, October 8, 2016

Facilities or Faculties.

After the Aetna woman left and our day was over we were lying in bed and Rick was telling me about some of the questions she was asking when I wasn't in the room. She went from why do you take XYZ, what ailment is this for, do you know what the supplement does for you? Who is the president?

She rattled it off just in the middle of medication and without missing a beat Rick said when asked who the president was, "Kennedy". That made our Aetna twit put her pencil down and stare at Rick.   I was now inside the house after taking Izzy out and I hear her say, "Rick could you answer that again?"  He said, "Kennedy, is that wrong?"  Then he laughed. He said, of course, I know the president. it's Barack Obama. She said, "I don't find that funny"
Rick replied, "I'm not enjoying your visit either." And then she went on with more questions with something dropped into the middle of the medical questions about life on earth as though he has Alzheimers.

As we laid in bed I asked about her line of questioning Rick said, "I guess she was trying to see if I had my facilities."  I burst out laughing and said, "I guess you don't."  Not realizing what he had said he asked why the hell I was laughing so hard. I repeated, "to see if I had my facilities? Do you have some warehouses somewhere I don't know about?  I think you meant to say 'your faculties, and babe, now I'm worried that you don't have them!"  I couldn't stop laughing. That just finished up this crazy evening. We are now both laughing so hard at his mistake that I can't breathe. That makes the dog jump on the bed to see what all the laughter is about. She acts like she is missing out on something.
I rubbed her ears and told her that Daddy doesn't have his facilities, Izzy.
I swear she laughed too.

Friday, October 7, 2016

Good and Bad

I'm going to start today with something positive because I have been quite cranky lately. I apologize.

This was left this morning on Square. Square, for those that don't know, is how we process our credit card transactions in the field. It's a little square disc that fits on your phone or tablet and you can swipe credit cards and give them a receipt right there at their home. It is so far superior to anything the bank offers as well as saving us on average $500-700 in bank fees monthly. That in and of itself is a good reason to acquire this free gizmo. No monthly fees, no range of transaction fees. One rate, all cards. Perfection. The man who invented twitter invented this as well.

What we don't like about the reviews on Square is that they don't go anywhere. No one sees them other than Rick or myself. Where if she put this on Yelp it would have been more helpful.

Here is her review of a job that was done on Monday morning.

Gary was the "colleague" that did the bathroom for them. See? They think I just work here and am not the owner and that is just perfect to me.

The witch from Aetna showed up 1 hr and 15 minutes late with no phone call.

She lectured Rick to the point that he actually said to her to back off. He needs to exercise more, he needs to eat more this or that. He would say, I can't as your records must show I can't have fish or red meat that often.  I really thought he was going to smack her. I could see him getting angrier and angrier. At one point she said something about his supplements and I said, "We were told you were here for an update on his meds, etc. You have that info now.  We all know you have that information in your files as well so let's get to the real point you are here.  Are you here to lecture? Are you here to advise us on something our doctor isn't? Because if that is the case, I would just ask you to leave because we don't need or want this treatment or service."
Now, ya'll don't know me well. I say things in my blog to vent here that I would NEVER normally say out loud to others, but I did right there. It felt damn good. This tall drink of water was a bitch with a capital B. She was condescending and a twit of about 30 yrs old. Her lecturing Rick didn't sit well with either of us. Perhaps we would have taken it better had she not gone on for a damn hour and wasn't so damn sanctimonious as well as condescending. Rick's eyes were the size of saucers after I said that. He looked at this Evelyn woman and said, "Agreed, I think we are done now." She kept saying, "but, but, but"  Rick grabbed her jacket and handed it to her and I opened the front door. She left and we high fived.
I imagine we won't have coverage after that exchange.

So apparently Rick didn't know that he had to exercise more than his physical job, or that he had to lose 20+lbs or that he needed to take his medication the same time every day. Apparently, Rick is a friggin' idiot and should wear a helmet in the house. Honestly, she was a twit who needed to learn how to present. This could have been taken better if she had presented it in a better way. Attacking Rick from the moment she walked in was a stupid decision on her part. Yep, that's the belly she actually patted as she was lecturing him. She patted his belly as soon as she got into the kitchen. Who the hell does that to a stranger?

He grabbed her arm and moved it. She's lucky he was still calm at this point.

When she walked out of our home and we returned to the kitchen he said, "I say I have one of those drinks that she doesn't think I should ever have for the rest of my life. Would you like to join me, Miss?  I laughed and said, "not this late but go for it."

And he did. I think that was my defiant husband doing something he was told not to do just because he can. There is still a 12 yr old in that 61 yr old body. And I love that kid.

Thursday, October 6, 2016

Just Bits and Pieces

I'm not dying yet.
Good to know right?

After these fun tests of inside and outside ultrasounds, the results were nothing.
I am having doubling over pain and waking from pain and nausea and nothing is wrong with me. So there ya go. I predicted this, didn't I?
Life goes on. I will learn to deal with this until I can't.

In other news....
We have a woman from Aetna telling us that it's time for their annual visit.
We don't get this shit. Why must they come? What are they looking for? They claim it is just to keep updated on his health. Bullshit. They see his doctor visits and reports that are on their friggin portal.They know his health. They will take his vitals and make him pee. Maybe they are looking for drugs. Who knows. But the woman is coming tonight at 7p.
Here is the M.O. They always arrive about 15 minutes early. They always ask to use the bathroom 1st thing. Rick thinks they are looking for stored urine in case he is swapping them. I think he's watched too many TV shows. Then again, he may have a point. They do this annually and it is annoying.  He wanted to put urine in a cup on the shelf in there but instead of urine, water with yellow food coloring so to make them take it. This whole thing angers him and if I weren't here he would so do it. The 61 yr old juvenile I live with.

Speaking of juvenile....
Rick's sisters that he just found will be arriving on the 27th. I can wait.
But he is acting like a child at Christmas so I am praying this isn't going to be the disappointment meeting his birth mother was. I am also praying to any God that they will make the considerate choice of staying at a hotel instead of us. But it's doubtful. I will be cooking and cleaning and baking for the week preceding their arrival. Yea, cooking 3+ meals and snacks a day for 5 days. At least they haven't' sent me lists. Only that one has diverticulitis which means food issues and the other will eat anything like Rick. The one like Rick is his blood sister. The other was a 2 yr old when his father adopted her.
Confused yet?

Allow me to explain this.
Rick was born to Sally Thompson age 16 and Bond Thompson age 18.
When she became pregnant her mother shipped her to PA to live with an aunt until she delivered. Bond never knew she was pregnant, just that she left to move to PA. She wasn't allowed to contact him and since it was 1954 or 1955 it wasn't as easy as texting. (That is how he ended up being adopted in PA)

Bond got married years later and married a woman with a 2 yr old named Erin.
Bond adopted her after the marriage and they went on to have 3 more children.
So the 2 coming are Erin and Cheri. Cheri looks like Rick and of course, Erin doesn't look like either.

Both are wealthy. Boy, will they ever have a rude awakening to see our little home and 10 yr old car. They all live in McMansions and drive cars the equivalent to the annual income of those making six figures. They also wear jewelry and clothes in their photos that I would like the money for. The one was wearing a necklace I have seen at Tiffany's. A friend tried it on. It was over 10K and I laughed. No diamonds just a silver necklace. They may not be interested in their poor brother from a coal mining family after they see how the other half lives.

They did ask for a tour of the capitol.  I contacted our senator's office and a private tour was arranged for Friday afternoon at 2pm on the 28th. Because they are coming from the west coast I didn't want this early morning so they could sleep and deal with the time change.

I don't enjoy going into the district for touring. I have done it every time someone comes until this past year. I've seen enough of the same thing over and over again. Everyone wants to see the same things so I have gone for 16 yrs and I just don't enjoy it anymore. Let's see something new - when I would direct people to the Native American Museum they would say - Nah. (rick and I did that one on our own)  I would also enjoy the African American Museum so we'll see how open they are to doing something different than Archie Bunkers chair and First lady china. YAWN.  I told them this was a walking city, wear layers and wear comfortable shoes. Leave the Louboutins at home.

Home stuff....
Rick is incredibly handy, however, he can't do plumbing. First off he just bitches the whole time, so I would pay someone not to have to listen to him.
In the old days, it was my father who would visit and bring his tools and he would do all the plumbing since he was a master plumber. But now Rick tries, he swears, he hits things, he swears some more, he makes everything worse, then he says, let's call a plumber. Which means, Peg find a plumber and call, please.

He didn't try this time. We just called a plumber who was prompt, spoke English and was so professional. I left him and his  business a yelp review we were so damn pleased.

Then we had to hire a garage door company. Of course, my home warranty will pay for the mechanism but not the door. I didn't need a new mechanism, I needed a new door. Ours was broken beyond repair.  The man came to give me an estimate. As were standing in our driveway looking at our buckled door I pointed to the door next door to me. I said it must look exactly like his or his (the guy on the other side) The HOA will go bat shit crazy if it is a different door.
We paid a deposit and booked the door installation.

They arrived on time and did this quickly. I paid and off they went.
But I only saw the door from the inside of the garage.
Later that day I took Izzy for a walk and we walked into the alley so I could see the garage. It was a pretty door but it had no handle or lock on it as the others all do. So I called the company. I explained everything again. He apologized and said he would send someone out today. He arrived on time, put the "dummy" handle and lock on and then within minutes he was done. I didn't have to pay for their mistake and they didn't argue the point, which was terrific. He apologized for their mistake when he arrived and just went to work.  I was so thrilled with their service I went over to yelp and left a great review. I will use them again if I need to. I hope not, but you never know. Mistakes happen, but it's how they handle them is what makes a good company to a great company to me.

I loved the book The Girl On The Train. I was tempted to see the movie coming out this weekend. But then today I heard two reviews. One said it was confusing when the person on the show asked the reviewer if he read the book. He replied that he shouldn't have to read the book, the movie should stand on its own. His wife did read the book and she hated it. The 2nd one said it tried too hard and she felt it was convoluted and to just go read the book. So I think I will just read the book again instead.
Have you read this book? Are you going to see this movie?

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

My Pal David

I love the author David Sedaris.

Rick and I still walk around and say, "mm....thanks Stadium Pal"
Now Rick will normally say this as we are leaving somewhere and I have to really pee and he tries to make me laugh as I squirm and wiggle in my seat. At those moments I too would like a Stadium Pal. Okay, not really but it makes me giggle.

My favorite book of his is Me Talk Pretty One Day.  I highly recommend it.
I defy you to not laugh at least once out loud.

I saw his comment yesterday online.
Made me laugh.

And just because I got nothin'  you'll have to watch this first one again.

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Ear Worm

I watch The Voice.
They keep ripping on Blake and they sing different words to one of his awful songs. Last night they sang these made up lyrics, "I'll be your honey mustard, I'll be your chicken wings."  Everyone was laughing. Until now! I can't get that out of my head and I'm paying it forward.

This morning I sang the twang out of it while filling my coffee cup. Rick yelled at me, "STOP!  I don't want that ear worm all day today"  ha ha....I think I gave it to him.  Payback for a stupid song he would sing just to bug me in the late 80's.
It too was a country song. We saw this guy on a TV show, who knows what show but it wouldn't have been a country music show that we would be watching.
This guy was singing something about having a thinkin' problem (and a drinkin' problem) I remember my comment to Rick was something like, "Who would sing this dribble let alone saying you had a thinking problem?"  So Rick would do what I call "twang out" on it and sing it just to bug me. "I got a thinkin' problem."   For days that damn line of the song was in my head. I hated him for that. So I am hoping today while he is talking to customers he is hearing, "I 'll be your honey mustard, I'll be your chicken wings"  Oooh I'm evil like that.

Thursday, September 29, 2016

Australian Accent

I work alone and from home. That is good and sometimes bad.
Bad, because my lunch hour consists of walking a dog and usually doing a load of dishes, laundry and or washing the floor. Bad because I don't get to interact with nice people during the day. Good, because, gee what is good about working from home so one can multi-task and do everything? Hmm...I guess it would be the lack of clothing and lack of a commute are the good things.

I deal with mostly entitled DC type A personalities who are rude, condescending and disrespectful. Imagine my surprise when I heard a friendly man on the other end of the phone yesterday. He was funny, charming and had the best damn accent.
As I told my girlfriend, he could be an ax murderer but his Australian accent makes me smile.

As we discussed some options for his 3 bathrooms he told me about his recent move here to the US with his wife. (I blocked the wife part out)
You see he just moved here to the states and was most unhappy with the workers thus far. Most didn't show up, most didn't return phone calls. The last one didn't show up until 11 and left at 1p and didn't finish the job so he fired him. He said that wouldn't fly in Australia. Hell, it doesn't fly most places, but it is endemic to this tiny place called DC Metro. If I had a dime for each call that tells me this type of story I wouldn't have to work anymore.

He didn't have a lot of nice things to say about we Americans. I told him to not judge all of America from the folks here. I too, am not from this area, but understand all of what he is talking about. I calmed him a bit and he continued telling me about his soaker tub that he needed us to refurbish. I needed the size to give him the price quote he was looking for. He said he was 6'4" and the tub wasn't really that big because he'd have to be a pretzel to fit.
It made a nice visual for this ole gal.

So I am envisioning a tall big man who is gorgeous with an Australian accent. You know sort of like Chef Curtis Stone. (insert swoon here)

When we do his 3 bathrooms I told the guys I want a photo.
Hey, I work alone and the men I do work with are old news.
A girls gotta daydream.

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Ebay Sucks

I shop online but never ever will use Ebay.
I have never used it because to me it feels so slimy.
I can't explain it, it just always felt like it was not straight up.
And now I know why.

I ordered something from
Apparently, it went through someone at Ebay.
(Overstock did not share that with me at the time.)
I got the package and it was the wrong item.
Inside the box was nothing other than the wrong item.
You would think you'd find a paid shipping invoice. A receipt of sorts.
You would think there would be a company invoice showing what you ordered and the name of the person/company sending etc.
Nothing inside this box but the wrong item.

So how do I send it back?
There is a label on the box that says World of Tiffany.
Okay, that is weird but I call that number.
They say I have to call Overstock.
Overstock told me it was a reseller from Ebay.
Great. I have avoided Ebay for all these years and now I have to deal with them.

Dealing with Ebay is like going to an island and you are the only person who speaks English on that island. I speak to someone in an Asian country who just says the same thing over and over again. Then I get an email from some ya-hoo who tells me I should have just called him/her and we could have done a quick turn around. How the hell could I have contacted him or her when there is no name anywhere including this friggin' email? Oh, I was livid.

They have sent me 3 links for a return label. All links are broken. I even tried using other browsers. So I call Ebay again, they repeat the spiel they have to read in this foreign language called English. None of this spiel has anything to do with the situation but I fear they can't go off their carefully memorized script. Those are the English words they have learned. They don't know what they are saying and when I ask questions they panic because this isn't on their form. She said something to me in who knows what language and then disconnected me. I knew she was befuddled because this isn't standard. But if you don't know the language how the hell do you do the job? I can't go to Spain and work in customer service with my junior high Spanish. But hey an American CEO shipped their work overseas, what a surprise.

I will next go to the credit card company and stop this. Oh, they will fix this then won't they? In the meantime, I made a huge mistake by ever using anything that was eBay. I always felt they were this side of shady and my opinion now is no different.

Too Much Information.

I know, I know, where the hell have I been?

Well, I'm here but everything is upside down.
We are never slow this time of year and it's eerily slow.
We have a company that we are always behind in the field.
They do grout work and they are so busy that it normally takes 3-4 weeks to get an appointment with them. They too are so slow they are freaking out.
Is it the election? Who knows, but I hate it.

In the meantime, I am having some health issue, no big deal though.
I get an ultrasound next Wednesday. I can't believe I have to wait so long.
My instructions are to not have anything to eat or drink from midnight on as well as to not void as they say (pee) for 2 hrs prior to the test. They said I could come at 1pm for the ultrasound.
To not have water/drink from the time I go to bed until 1pm is crazy.
So I went for the 7:45am appointment. I am up at 5am so why not. Since one of the symptoms I am having is to have to this urgency to pee and large volumes....I know TMI....I would think they would be nicer about all this about asking me to not pee for 2 hrs prior to the test. Then, of course, I will have to sit for an hour before the test in the dr.'s office right? Oh, brother.  I will be the woman sitting in the lobby wiggling in my seat and hoping not to pee her pants.

The problem with me getting sick is Rick. First, he googles things he should not google. Then I have to pretend I'm fine until the last moment when I just can't. That was Sunday. I have had a lot of this pain all summer but thought it'd run its course but now getting far worse to the point of waking from pain. I am getting waves of nausea that are horrible and what I imagine morning sickness to be like. It comes on and stays a while and then leaves just like it came on - unexpectedly. So for those keeping score, severe abdominal pain in two places, nausea, constant urination, and fatigue. See why I didn't think there wasn't any point to a do about this? It's all generic and probably nothing. But then I remembered that I went to 8 doctors who told me nothing was wrong. By then the pain was so off the charts I went to see doctor number 9 and he removed the 6lb tumor from me.

Sadly on Sunday, I couldn't hide it much. It felt like I was having the worst menstrual cramps of my life and the pain is now in my back. (Remember I'm 60 so no menstrual cramps for me.)
I am eating Tylenol like pez and it is doing nothing.
I can't have ibuprofen because most have gluten. No sense in getting sicker.
I had a glass of wine but it didn't sit well so did not finish that.
Apparently, this is all that made Rick say, let's go to the ER.    
He made me call my doctor Monday morning. Damn.
I went Tuesday and after $345 I left with no pain medication and only a slip to get the ultrasound done. Why did I bother? Oh and I was scolded for my blood pressure. Normally I run around 110/60. Today I was 182/72. Yea, high but I'm in pain I would assume that would be the reason. She said we had to monitor that.
Who cares right now!  I was just there in August and it was 114/62. I think we can let this slide.

I will bet they will say there is nothing wrong with me just like I said above. It will just be something I live with. That is normally what happens so I hate going to the Dr. for silly things like this. You mark my words - they will find nothing and I will go on and Rick can just learn to deal with it like I have to.

Unfortunately, Rick gets on google and is convinced this is ovarian cancer.
For the love of God, he has to stop looking at the internet with my symptoms.
He has his panties in a twist on this now. He reminds me of my family history like I don't know anything about it. I keep telling him I do not have cancer, I do not have anything wrong and this too shall pass. He goes from zero to I'm dying in a split second. He is crazy. At best I have a slight infection somewhere. (my white blood count was very high) The man is driving me nuts. The internet should not allow him on any medical sites or allow him to put in symptoms ever in his life. If there was an app to keep him off those sites I'd pay anything for them.

So note to self, if ill, fake it, do not let your husband see you taking medication or bending over in pain. It's all good - smile, it will all be fine.  Takes as much engery to smile as it does frown and be miserable.
Does your spouse do this too?