I missed my calling. I should have been a cop or detective or something like that.
But this time I missed my thief by seconds. I hate people who steal, so I make it my personal vendetta to "get" them at a later date, when they return to the scene of the crime, and they do, eventually. I was waiting to get in the ladies room at work yesterday and this biatch was taking too long, which always makes me suspicious anyway. Then when she finally came out, she was a little too startled to see me there waiting. While I was waiting I was straightening up the hangers and products that were tussled. She made a kind of big to-do over me having to wait so long while she was "primping" she called it. (I have always called it just plain ol' hiding the goods) I just kept saying no worries, when I really just wanted to get in there and pee, before I soaked my britches.
When I got in the restroom, I noticed immediately that there were tags off of clothing sitting right on top of the garbage can. She didn't even have the brains enough to bury the tags. (Maybe she has a phobia of bathroom germs or something.)
So, I went and scanned the tags which told me there was supposed to be three hats on the hook. I went and counted...well, hmmm...there were only two hats. I told my boss, and she said to check the video, but I had to wait until the other boss was there today to check it. Sure enough it was the woman I had encountered. She not only took the hat, but about four other products. Well, don't cha know that the next time the biatch comes in my store I am going to be on her like flies on s**t. I kill the thieves with kindness, pester the crap out of them til they get that they are not ever going to be able to thieve from us again. What a fun day! I love stuff like this. Justice, it does a body good!
Sunday, April 06, 2008
Saturday, April 05, 2008
Funny memories
Want to hear some funny stuff? I was trying to think of things that make me giggle and this is what I thought of...
When my ex had been in a pretty terrific accident three days after we separated, he ended up coming back to my house because his mother didn't want him in her house. (okay, well, that's not the funny) He couldn't leave the bed, his jaws were wired shut and he needed everything done for him. He would ring a bell, because he couldn't talk loud and when he needed something he would just ring the bell. (Now the girls thought that was funny, he couldn't yell at them) My oldest daughter would help me out by going in most of the time to help him. At some point during his recovery, we were all in there talking to him and my youngest was standing down by the foot of the bed. He was telling my oldest daughter how good she was doing and said, "Since you are the oldest, you are the head nurse." The youngest one was kind of shuffling her feet and making faces, he asked her what was wrong. She said, "Nothing, but since she's the oldest and she's the head nurse, does that make me the foot nurse?"
At another point and time in our lives, the girls were playing and running in and out of the house. Just typical. My middle daughter asked for something to eat, so I gave her a banana. She ate part of it and then set it down on the coffee table in the living room, and went about her playing. About five minutes later she came in the back door and asked me for something to eat. I said, "No, that banana is just sitting there waiting for you to eat it." She went in and looked at it and said, "No Mommy, it's laying down."
And on another day, the middle daughter's friend got a bike for her birthday. They were all outside taking turns riding it. Becs came in all excited and asked if she could have a bike for her birthday. I told her if she played her cards right, that just might happen. She got all teary eyed and her chin started quivering. I knelt down and said, "Honey, what's wrong?" She tells me through the tears, "I don't know how to play that game!"
I wish things were all that funny now.
When my ex had been in a pretty terrific accident three days after we separated, he ended up coming back to my house because his mother didn't want him in her house. (okay, well, that's not the funny) He couldn't leave the bed, his jaws were wired shut and he needed everything done for him. He would ring a bell, because he couldn't talk loud and when he needed something he would just ring the bell. (Now the girls thought that was funny, he couldn't yell at them) My oldest daughter would help me out by going in most of the time to help him. At some point during his recovery, we were all in there talking to him and my youngest was standing down by the foot of the bed. He was telling my oldest daughter how good she was doing and said, "Since you are the oldest, you are the head nurse." The youngest one was kind of shuffling her feet and making faces, he asked her what was wrong. She said, "Nothing, but since she's the oldest and she's the head nurse, does that make me the foot nurse?"
At another point and time in our lives, the girls were playing and running in and out of the house. Just typical. My middle daughter asked for something to eat, so I gave her a banana. She ate part of it and then set it down on the coffee table in the living room, and went about her playing. About five minutes later she came in the back door and asked me for something to eat. I said, "No, that banana is just sitting there waiting for you to eat it." She went in and looked at it and said, "No Mommy, it's laying down."
And on another day, the middle daughter's friend got a bike for her birthday. They were all outside taking turns riding it. Becs came in all excited and asked if she could have a bike for her birthday. I told her if she played her cards right, that just might happen. She got all teary eyed and her chin started quivering. I knelt down and said, "Honey, what's wrong?" She tells me through the tears, "I don't know how to play that game!"
I wish things were all that funny now.
Friday, April 04, 2008
Update on the Dad side!
Sorry (Kim-D) I wasn't in the best of conditions myself yesterday. I came home sick AGAIN!!! Then my oldest nurse-gonna-be-type-daughter convinced me that I am having a nervous break down (well, stress related stuff) and needed to go to class regardless of my stomach issues. Okay, I am stressed out cause of a certain middle daughter who is drama central right now. Well, not just right now...she has amped it up a bit the last two or so months. Anyway, that would be another blog, I really don't want to get into.
So, sometime yesterday afternoon, my sister called and said, "Everything went great, oh here talk to Dad." OMG! He sounded 200% better already! He was chipper and talking faster than he has been in awhile and willing to talk! I guess when your heart is pumping oxygen around to all your body parts, you tend to feel much better. (His heart rate at the last doctor appointment was, at times down to 20 and stopped a couple of times for five seconds)
So we got our real Dad back. Now we just need to find out what it will take to keep him from wearing himself out again. We would like to have him around a lot longer. It was REALLY great to talk to him!
So, sometime yesterday afternoon, my sister called and said, "Everything went great, oh here talk to Dad." OMG! He sounded 200% better already! He was chipper and talking faster than he has been in awhile and willing to talk! I guess when your heart is pumping oxygen around to all your body parts, you tend to feel much better. (His heart rate at the last doctor appointment was, at times down to 20 and stopped a couple of times for five seconds)
So we got our real Dad back. Now we just need to find out what it will take to keep him from wearing himself out again. We would like to have him around a lot longer. It was REALLY great to talk to him!
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
I must be feeling better
WOW! I amazed myself yesterday.
I got up a little later than usual, but still did the day off morning routine. Sat at the computer for more than a few hours looking, reading, responding, playing a couple of games. I figure it is all okay, cause well for one, it's my day off and two, I get up (even after sleeping in a little) way before the birds do. If I wasn't sitting here, I'd be staring at the TV.
Then I was off and running. I got so much little piddley stuff done it was pathetic. I did all my laundry, folded and put away. That included washing the blankets and sheets I use to cover the couch and loveseat. Then cleaned the couch thoroughly and recovered it. (I didn't quite get to the loveseat) I mowed my lawn! (Ask any of my neighbors...I rarely do that) I changed the window crank in the bathroom. The gear had stripped and the bathroom window HAS to open in this house or the bathroom will just rot away. With four showers a day going on and sometimes up to six, there's a lot of steam going on. I cleaned out and scrubbed the bird's cage and the rat's cage.
I went to my dad's house. I had called him to tell him that my sister ratted him out about his impending pacemaker installation. His response to me was, "Geez! Gossip travels fast in these parts!" He and my brother in law were trying to repair his lawn mower. He needed to mow his lawn before Thursday and the mower conked out on him. I told him I would be right down with my mower and that I had some information on pacemakers for him to read, and that he could read that while the brother in law mowed his lawn. He laughed. So I printed out the information, loaded my lawn mower in the back of my truck (heaven forbid) and headed down.
When I got there, my brother in law was coming out of the garage. I thought he was coming over to help unload the mower, but he was actually headed for home. They had gotten the mower started and Dad was out there doing his thing!
I went in the house and visited with my Dad's girlfriend while he was finishing up the lawn. I must tell you, at this point, that when my dad is doing something, we just don't argue with him about NOT doing it, cause we always lose the arguement! He finished up and came inside and we got to visit for a little while. I gave him the papers I had printed out. If they don't answer all his questions they will bring up questions he can ask his doctor. No one at the doctors office explained anything to him, so at least this information I found will give him a little something to go on.
Today I have a dentist appointment. YAY! I have not ever had the best of dental care. So I did some research on dental plans last year and found a place called Western Dental. For $93 a year, they do a full mouth set of xrays and then do a complete look see and check out everything that needs to be done. After they know the damages they need to repair, they set you up with this great plan. I got the damage report which came to around $6500 dollars! (That would be a "real" dentist's price.) This place takes 40% off that price and then sets you up with a payment plan. I got all that information and then got to work. They did all the initial stuff, pulling, filling and cleaning. Then let me rest for a long while while I pay off that debt. I start over again, probably in October, when I pay my $93 again and go over all the x-raying and look seeing. (I will still owe them my payments from this year's go round, unless a miracle happens and the debt disappears!) For some silly reason, they left one tooth that was a problem, not a big problem, but a problem all the same. And of course, it has worsened. Yesterday, I got a phone call from them saying that I was behind in my payments. Well, unless time has somehow morphed itself well into the future, I am not behind. So I called and asked why they called. They couldn't figure it out, and told me not to worry about it. I decided since I was on the phone with them that they could just make an appointment for me to go get this one tooth taken care of.
My gosh am I ever wordy today! (nerves, I am sure, I hate going to the dentist) I am going to go try and get a few more things done, before I head to my apointment. Hopefully I will still be in a mood to do more when I get home. Or not. Maybe I will just take a nap!
I got up a little later than usual, but still did the day off morning routine. Sat at the computer for more than a few hours looking, reading, responding, playing a couple of games. I figure it is all okay, cause well for one, it's my day off and two, I get up (even after sleeping in a little) way before the birds do. If I wasn't sitting here, I'd be staring at the TV.
Then I was off and running. I got so much little piddley stuff done it was pathetic. I did all my laundry, folded and put away. That included washing the blankets and sheets I use to cover the couch and loveseat. Then cleaned the couch thoroughly and recovered it. (I didn't quite get to the loveseat) I mowed my lawn! (Ask any of my neighbors...I rarely do that) I changed the window crank in the bathroom. The gear had stripped and the bathroom window HAS to open in this house or the bathroom will just rot away. With four showers a day going on and sometimes up to six, there's a lot of steam going on. I cleaned out and scrubbed the bird's cage and the rat's cage.
I went to my dad's house. I had called him to tell him that my sister ratted him out about his impending pacemaker installation. His response to me was, "Geez! Gossip travels fast in these parts!" He and my brother in law were trying to repair his lawn mower. He needed to mow his lawn before Thursday and the mower conked out on him. I told him I would be right down with my mower and that I had some information on pacemakers for him to read, and that he could read that while the brother in law mowed his lawn. He laughed. So I printed out the information, loaded my lawn mower in the back of my truck (heaven forbid) and headed down.
When I got there, my brother in law was coming out of the garage. I thought he was coming over to help unload the mower, but he was actually headed for home. They had gotten the mower started and Dad was out there doing his thing!
I went in the house and visited with my Dad's girlfriend while he was finishing up the lawn. I must tell you, at this point, that when my dad is doing something, we just don't argue with him about NOT doing it, cause we always lose the arguement! He finished up and came inside and we got to visit for a little while. I gave him the papers I had printed out. If they don't answer all his questions they will bring up questions he can ask his doctor. No one at the doctors office explained anything to him, so at least this information I found will give him a little something to go on.
Today I have a dentist appointment. YAY! I have not ever had the best of dental care. So I did some research on dental plans last year and found a place called Western Dental. For $93 a year, they do a full mouth set of xrays and then do a complete look see and check out everything that needs to be done. After they know the damages they need to repair, they set you up with this great plan. I got the damage report which came to around $6500 dollars! (That would be a "real" dentist's price.) This place takes 40% off that price and then sets you up with a payment plan. I got all that information and then got to work. They did all the initial stuff, pulling, filling and cleaning. Then let me rest for a long while while I pay off that debt. I start over again, probably in October, when I pay my $93 again and go over all the x-raying and look seeing. (I will still owe them my payments from this year's go round, unless a miracle happens and the debt disappears!) For some silly reason, they left one tooth that was a problem, not a big problem, but a problem all the same. And of course, it has worsened. Yesterday, I got a phone call from them saying that I was behind in my payments. Well, unless time has somehow morphed itself well into the future, I am not behind. So I called and asked why they called. They couldn't figure it out, and told me not to worry about it. I decided since I was on the phone with them that they could just make an appointment for me to go get this one tooth taken care of.
My gosh am I ever wordy today! (nerves, I am sure, I hate going to the dentist) I am going to go try and get a few more things done, before I head to my apointment. Hopefully I will still be in a mood to do more when I get home. Or not. Maybe I will just take a nap!
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