My feet hurt. It's been a long day that seems like it started last week. Today, 17 years ago, I met my husband...just read my first blog called "From the Beginning" and you can learn all about that. Today when I stumbled through the kitchen at 4:45 am to tell him goodbye as he left for work I am pretty sure that he said something along those lines of "Happy Anniverary", but I can't be certain. I took him lunch at work and gave him a card I bought for him and after that we pretty much didn't mention it again. Hmmm, I remember when we first got together and I would celebrate our month milestones, but now it seems as if some milestones have lost their meaning...ok moving on...
Next stop, the bank. Ok I belong to a credit union that seems to figure out new ways to piss me off each month or so. Their current locations work perfect for me. One is just down the street from my work and another branch is down the street from his work. It is so convenient for me to just go to those. Well not anymore. Effective December 31st they are closing my convenient branches and tell me they still have their main branches open and those are still close. So much for convenience.
Then I made my trek to the post office to send all of Mama's Christma presents to Texas so she will receive them in time. I thought it would be more crowded, but I was pleasantly surprised. I stuffed all of the gifts into a flat rate box and was on my way.
So tomorrow is Frankie's son's birthday party. Because I have a Sam's club card I told her I would go pick out a cake and deliver it to the party. While waiting in line to fill out the cake form there was crazy people pondering what holiday cake to buy and they just could not make up their damn mind. When I finally had my turn, I had to share counter space and the cake binder with another crazy lady that asked about fifty questions about the right colors for the cake...OMG, just pick some colors and get on with your life. Behind me there was a crazy lady who was pissed because there were no cupcakes available...really? Well stupid, you should have pre-ordered some...lame, so lame!
Next stop...Mall. I knew I was up for ome adventure in here. I had a plan, really I did. Then I went to Charlotte Russe and was amazed at all the thing they marked down to $5. Chritmas hopping was good in here, but I had to pick up ome things for myself too, I mean it wa only five bucks The next few stores were really uneventful. I got what I needed...hooray!
Next task....Shirt shopping for the son. As many of you with teenagers know, the daily outfit conisists of a t-shirt and jeans. Dress i not really in the vocabulary of a young boy and if it does, it is usually because he had to get dresed up for a funeral or he was in a wedding. Other than that you can pretty much rule out dressing nice. But tomorrow is different. He is going to some wedding for some people an old friend of his knows. A t-shirt and jean would not do. He had plans to go to a store in the mall...um yeah right. Did he really expect me to pay more than $15 on something he would probably only wear once ever. He then threatened that if I didn't go to the store he wanted he wouln't go to the wedding. I laughed and told him I couldn't care less, that made him more mad and by then he knew I wasn't playing. He picked out a shirt and we stopped in at a few more stores before we were on the road again. Then he asked if we could go out to eat at one of his favorite retaurants. I bitched and complained but I gave in, got lunch and made a mad dash for home.Cleaned the house, washed clothes, took them to the dryer at the laundromat-my dryer is broken at the moment, and then I attempted to get ready for a banquet our church was having to celebrate our Colton HIgh School CIF Football champions. As I was rushing through the house I noticed my phone bill, so I opened it.
As I picked up my mouth from it dropping on the floor I aw that it was thi huge inane amount. Usually when a bill comes to me with a crazy large amount I immediately investigate and ensure that nobody has stolen my identity. Then I had my a-ha moment as to why thi incredibly large bill was in front of me. Back at Thanksgiving our stupid little modem broke and ever since then my trutly little notebook ha been the number one computer in the house. We called AT&T to complain and their solution was to end us a new state of the art modem at no charge.....aha yeah right! On my phone bill was a past due amount even though they cashed my check this week AND a charge for my modem....Oh no they did'nt...yes they did. I called the first time and aked to speak to a manager. Of coure there was no Manager I could speak to but one would call me back in four hours...um no. After he pissed me off and I hung up, I tried again only to get a Manger on the line who put me on hold and never came back. There i a word I have for people like this that I refuse to use now but it rhymes with truckin works. Finally the husband got in touch with a "Specialist"...ooh fancy word. after me yelling in the background and him being nice and having flirty mcflirt flirt voice, we got everything settled and they took off the fee they waived in the firt place as well as deduct the amount that they already had a check for and cashed...ugh i all I have to say!
After that I rushed out of the house to go serve our CIF champs. This was the second time I have volunteered at church. I drug the daughter and setting up began. We got the table ready and I made a new friend whom I hung out with for most of the evening. I do have to say that two of the funnest jobs we did was warming up tortillas on the grill and flipping them with spatulas. It was like we were the Spatula Sisterhood. It was such a good time just working together for a good cause. As it turns out, everyone from Colton was there and the husband fit right in. The daughter even had fun with some teens from the church and it felt good to have her interact with friends rather than me and her dad having to be her everything.
I met new people, found out where they sit in church and really had a good time. I got home, stripped off my clothes and slipped into some comfy warm velour pants and a long sleeve shirt. This would be the perfect ending for this story...but now I am waiting around to go pick up my son who is at some crazy house party in the rain. Ghetto house party too, the kind where you have to pay to get in, and alo pay for drinks...and they are not even mixed, it's SODA, just give it out, damn! I would normally go pick him up myself, but it's raining...Ooh stormwatch!
It makes me laugh how people get so crazy when there is a report it will be raining, it's like they're about to melt. Anyways back to the story. I can't send the husband because he doesn't know where ghetto house is so I told him he could drive and I would go to show him where it was. All I know is I am tired...oh so tired. Is this the way the rest of my vacation will go...tune in tomorrow to find out!
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