I Must Brag!

Yes!!! I must Brag!!! Our beautiful daughter has received an invitation to be a part of her dance studio's Ballet Company!!!!! She received the invitation in the mail yesterday. We are so excited for her and couldn't be prouder parents!!!

So Kuddo's and much love to you beautiful girl for working hard to make your dreams come true!! We know that you'll do great and that you will achieve all that you work hard to excel in. Life is a great journey when you choose the path best for you!!

This is our youngest daughter Kat and the best "bonus baby" we could have asked for! She is the most positive member of our family. Remember the movie "Pollyanna"? That's our Kat!

We LOVE YOU BABY!!!!!!!!!!!

Ears

Well the ear appointment was last Friday and I'm still in shock over the diagnosis. My saintly husband is the only man I know that can come back from an ear appointment with an official diagnosis of "SELECTIVE HEARING"! That's what I'm calling it!

First I want to tell you that he did stress that the person giving him the exam was a woman. Then he said "I have a problem hearing Women and Children's voices because of the pitch"......



Really???? Now I could have told you that for free!

Do you have any trouble hearing men?.... No?.... O.K.

So I have had a talk with the kiddo's, and to help out we're all going to talk in very low tones until we find another solution.

Eyeballs

So today was eye examine day for my beloved hubby! At 8:00 am he headed out the door for his 8:30 appointment. He hates to be late and seeing (no pun intended) that we only live five minutes from the eye center he had to leave at eight.

Now when I didn't hear from him by ten I was getting more than a little concerned. Maybe they were running behind or maybe he had to fill out papers. We all know this would take extra time especially if you can't see the questions on the paperwork. Things were starting to run through my mind. What could be taking so long? I called his cell and no answer....

At 10:30 am, two hours later, my beloved hubby walked thru the door. Now I am not kidding when I say that we only live FIVE minutes from the eye center. We could literally walk there if we had to.

He was wearing those glasses...you know the ones...we call them "old people glasses". They give them to you to protect your eyes from the rays of the sun because of the chemicals used to test your eyes. Now my beloved doesn't care about fashion at all so these glasses are not an issue for him. In fact I will share a secret with you...he keeps them in the car and when he can't find his sunglasses those are what he puts on. He has a "stash" as he calls it.

These glasses make me laugh. I don't know what I find so funny about them but each time I see a pair I smile. Now my hubby knows this and he cannot see me laughing because everything is very blurry after this eye exam. I know he can't see because not only does he not remove these glasses but he also asks me to close the curtains and blinds.

I do so willingly and then sit with him while he tells me all about his appointment. Glasses will be here in a week. I needed a stronger lens. My eyes have gotten worse. Bad news but nothing to seriously wrong. So why...I ask him...why were you gone so long?......

I couldn't see to drive home.

So now I'm feeling pretty bad about laughing at the glasses and maybe I should have gone with him. But wait....I leave the room to tend to the kiddos and come back and he has managed to cook a small brunch for us.

"I hope it's done" he says, "I couldn't tell"

Now my hubby is a great cook but let me tell you I have NEVER eaten anything like what he served me today. And after the morning he had...I ate it. Now I'm not sure if things were clearing up for him or not but I think that his eyeballs were clear enough that he could see the reaction on my face. "How is it?" he asks, "Fine", I reply.

"Oh by the way", he says, "I have a Hearing Test tomorrow."

"O.K." I screamed.

Bulky Items

We'll it's official....Bulky Item pick-up is by appointment only now. For those of you who don't know Bulky Item pick-up is basically the trash truck with a claw on it and it would come on the eighth day of every even month without fail. That's when an unofficial, but yet official, contest would take place between my neighbor and myself to see whose junk got taken first. Because let's face it that's how I would look at what I put out there until one day I saw that all my neighbors stuff was getting taken away. And not by the claw truck!

There are people who actually come out in their cars and trucks to canvas the neighborhood for items put out that we may consider unworthy but others see as treasure. That's when the contest started......

Now let me throw a bone out there by saying my neighbors are updating their home so they have items like fencing and cabinets and tile so they had some good stuff.

I, on the other hand, have stuff like....broken toys, a pool with holes in it, need I say more....but I was starting to get a little upset that my stuff wasn't getting picked over. That's when I started looking around and well that's when the contest started. My neighbor would take out a mirror and I would haul out a chair. Perhaps my neighbor would take out a piece of wood and I would haul out a desk. You see where this is going?

I was actually getting a kick out of this little game and now it has come to an end with a postcard that says:

1. Effective September 1, 2008 Large item collection services will change to an appointment based system."

WHAT!

2. Appointments must be made at least 48 hours in advance.

WHAT!!!!!!

3. Collections will not be made without an appointment."

WHAT, WHAT, WHAT?

My saint of a husband says I need to play a new game......who has a better lawn perhaps? I see mowing in my future.....

The Phone bill

Well I got my phone bill in the mail and quickly went into a menopause meltdown! It got worse when I realized that I really didn't understand how to read the bill. You know I may be the only person that doesn't really pay attention to the actual bill unless I notice an amount on there that requires me to dig for gold.

Well as any good person would do that doesn't want to lose their services I called the phone company and had a two hour smack down with them. FYI I lost. I waited patiently on hold and listened to promotions about new services. Which I found ironic since I obviously don't understand my current services. And then I was transfered 27thousand times (a bit of an exaggeration) and asked to repeat my problem 27 THOUSAND TIMES!

Little helper person: "How can I help you?"

Menopause Me: "There SEEMS to be a mistake on my bill."

Little helper person: "I can help you with that."

Menopause Me: "There are several amounts on my bill that I don't understand."

Little helper person: "I can help you with that."

Menopause Me: "OK"

Menopause Me: "Hello?"

Little helper person: "I'm looking at your bill"

Menopause Me: "Hello?"

Little helper person: "did you hear about our newest promotion?"

Impatient ME: "Y E S, But I'm calling about my bill"

Annoying helper person: "I'm looking at your bill."

Now I understand that there are services and things out there in "Phone world" that I don't understand but that is why I'm calling for help. And let me tell you I learned that I have lost my backbone. That little helper person is good! I mean I came out of that conversation with no understanding of my bill....other than I have to pay it....and the little helper person got me to cancel my satellite and sold me on a new service for their version of cable. Their coming to install it today. I think my bill will be less but I was so confused by the time we were done that I really couldn't tell you. I know that my children have been cut off from use of the internet on their cell phones. They said "Thank you" when I told them. "Thank you?" I said...yes sometimes we ACCIDENTALLY get on there. Ummm would that be 27 THOUSAND ACCIDENTS?