Anxious

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–adjective

1.	full of mental distress or uneasiness because of fear of danger or misfortune; greatly worried; solicitous: Her parents were anxious about her poor health.

2.	earnestly desirous; eager (usually fol. by an infinitive orfor): anxious to please; anxious for our happiness.

3.	attended with or showing solicitude or uneasiness: anxious forebodings. source: dictionary.com

Um...so that's me. Anxious. I've been without a phone since the 12th. I was expecting important calls. Very important calls. Life changing important calls. So important that I check my phone line at this time of night even though no one from whom I am expecting a call will be calling.

Finally, it works.

But now I am super anxious. Tomorrow I need to call these people. There are things that are premature that I want so desperately to blog about but if they fall through... I just don't know if I can take having them in print to taunt me.

Yesterday was not a good day. I spent the entire day in pain barely able to move. It had gotten progressively worse since Monday, but what can I do about it? Then today I get up and nothing. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining but it's aggravating.

I'm still working around the house trying to bring it together. It's slow going. Especially when I have to hobble everywhere.

I have a long day tomorrow, so I'm going to cut this short for now.

The phone works!

WHOO HOO!

That is all.

So then...

I come home... I should mention at this point that I have been working on some projects at home, a new desk for myself (my desk broke, if you can believe that.) , a new kitchen table and new chairs. I am refinishing them all. So I had just bought a new belt sander because my regular sander wasn't cutting it.

Before I can even get the sander out of the box, the power goes out and it stays off until the middle of the night practically. I had the light of my cell phone and internet access on my cell phone to pacify me through the hours. It was hot and icky and it sucked. I was never so happy to have electricity back...and of course I was upset because 4 of the things from my early trip were ice cream sandwiches, two different kinds of popsicles and drumsticks. Of course, right?

So, the next morning, I am all gung ho. I lost a ton of time yesterday and am convinced if I just push it, I will be sporting a new desk and table at the very least.

But before that, I have to go down into the well for the water. No one has reset it. I hate this...spiders, black widows, petrified mice and lizards. *shiver* But it has to be done so we can have water. I prime the well and get on to business.

I get all the table legs sanded, the drawers to the desk and the table top sanded before I decide I need to step inside. I am literally covered in sawdust and sweating like there's no tomorrow. As I sit down, the power goes out again. At this point, I am livid. I call PNM and they tell me they are aware of it in a very snotty way. I ask if it had anything to do with yesterday's outage and they don't know. Thanks for nothing...#$%^.

So we start to play the waiting game, except this time...this time... I quickly jump in the shower before the water runs out and then I head back out to the store (I did not set off the alarms) where I buy (my card works, yay!) several lanterns and a ton of batteries. I am going to be prepared. This time the outage goes until about 10 pm or so.

So, not happy.

To add insult to injury. We were switching our regular phone service to VoIP. It's cheaper and supposedly better. As I type this, I have no phone. Before that, I had no internet access other than my cell phone. Yesterday, a Qwest worker shows up and says there is a repair order. I tell him I didn't know there was one. I let him on the property. When I go out to check, he's in his truck backing out. He stops and tells me he's fixed it and we are good to go. I come back inside and we now have no dial tone.

I kid you not, 10 minutes later UPS shows up with a connection letter telling us we should be able to connect to the internet after 5 pm that very day. This being yesterday (the 13th). It's 5:15. I run the disc and nothin'. I call customer service and they tell me that they have between 5 and midnight to get it set up and basically not to bother them until after midnight if it is still not working.

Guess where I was at midnight. Customer support. Turns out the problem was my disc was no good. I was having trouble hearing the tech on my cell phone so I asked Hubbins if he could talk to the lady for me. I put my cell on speakerphone for him. The lady was talking to him and he was answering her. One thing I've noticed. As the years go on, Hubbins has gotten slower and slower at answering questions...I guess the woman made an assumption.

She was snotty with Hubbins and told him that he needed to stop doing things on the computer and listen to her. She was very condescending.

Hubbins actually said "FU" to her. I was mortified and proud at the same time. I flew across my bed and grabbed the phone. I told her that she was mistaken. He was disabled, a quadriplegic and that means he has no use of his arms or legs. He wasn't even near a computer.

I guess she didn't understand. She didn't apologize or anything. Personally, having been a tech and a supervisor. She would have been fired by me. Honestly, NIC line??? I know most out there aren't going to know what the heck I am talking about...but she said that to me when were talking wireless and the two don't even go together. She was just talking out of her butt.

I hate that about the qwest techs. They act all holier than thou. I have my degrees in this crap and I know it's been a while but pllllease stop with the blowing of the smoke. You have a script, you are tier 1. If you compare it in the tech world to food service, you are barely taking the orders at Mickey D's...they won't even let you touch the food yet...you know?

I never say anything bad to them, I never tell them I have my degrees in this field or anything like that. I let them do their show. But common courtesy and basic respect is definitely in order.

Anyway, we finally got our internet up and other than her giving us the correct password, we had no use for her after that.

Like I said, I have no phone. I mean, I do but I don't. When I call it just rings and I can't seem to make the connection. *sigh*

I wrote the above the day before yesterday or was it yesterday, anyhow...the days are all running together! I finally got some help...from T-mobile. Turns out I am once again the hostage of qwest. They have to release my line so it can be ported over. They have until the 20th to do it.

Not.happy.with.qwest.

T-mobile...excellent service... and of course I am not paid to say any of those things. lol

but the joke wasn't over...

Ok, so I've been a little MIA because and here goes the story...it might seem untrue but I can assure you... it's all true.

Let's see, let's start with my trip to the store...this was after Poufy's new announcement (see previous post). I get to the store, you know...the one with the greeters at the door. I go in and immediately set the alarms off. I'm all like, I just walked in people...

I tell them that it's probably my digital camera because at the point, I think I am still carrying it with me. So, I go on in and run around and get my stuff. Then I go to check out in the garden center. There is no one there and I'm thinking I am a genius. Until I realize the reason why there is no one there. The cashier is beyond slllllow. I'm taking hangers off clothes, ordering items for her. She was doing it on purpose. I am convinced. She would put two things in a bag, gather the bag, walk it around her station and put it in my cart. Repeat times a million. BTW, I bought less than 15 items.

Meanwhile, there is a man with a bike tire and a box of bottled water. He's waiting...10 minutes...15 minutes...at 20 minutes... he puts his stuff down on the counter. This because I decided to use the gift card I've been carrying since last year I think...of course it doesn't work and then she needs a manager.

The manager gets there, he calls for back up because there are now 3 people in line behind me. Back up comes and the bitches people behind the man rush around him and form a line. He looks over and shakes his head. I'm thinking, "uh, hello cashier, how about saying next in line or something?"

Finally, 36 minutes later, I am checked out. I apologize to the guy, I say loudly he should have been served next and I head towards the exit. Hallelujah!

But then I set off the alarm AND it's a different greeter AND I forgot I set it off when I came in. So we go through the stuff in the cart. Finally, I decided to lift my purse and wave it at the sensors. Yep! Bingo!

I explain to the lady that I have my digital camera. So I'm digging through my purse...Oh, wait. I don't have it. The cat did something cute and I took it out. Shoot. I tell her she is more than welcome to go through my purse and I apologize that it's a mess. She says it's fine, she doesn't want to go through my purse. So then I start to take things out one by one and it's my wallet. The one with all my debit cards and credit cards and all that good stuff. I hand it to her and she waves it in front of the sensor and sure enough. I'm telling her I bought that wallet there months ago and she says there is probably still a strip in there. I'm putting stuff back in my purse and the man who was in line behind me passes me and says "wow, I guess you are having a bad day". I'm thinking if only he knew. Meanwhile, before I realize it, the greeter says... I'll fix it for you. I'll just demagnetize it for you and I hear the bleep from the scanner doohickey. I just stare at her and she is so pleased with herself. "There, it's all fixed now" she says, totally pleased with herself.

I take my wallet from her in utter shock, but I can't really do anything about it because she is SOOOO fricken happy. She's solved a problem. I don't say anything to her about demagnetizing my life while she was at it. I just go out to the van, take out my cell and call my Hubbins... "Really, you won't believe what just happened to me..."

To be continued...

Ok, I give, I give...this has to be a bad joke.

Poufy started her period. She is 8.

This can't be right.

Adventures in Babysitting...

So, I know it's been a while since my babysitting post. I haven't posted about that because I've been dealing with the aftermath of bringing a babysitter in.

I know that sounds like it's been bad...but actually it wasn't. If I had thought of it sooner, it would have been practically non-existent.

The babysitter was great. She only had to talk to the boy once. But of course I think we all knew they were going to be perfect right? We had hired the babysitter for 3 hours, thinking an hour before the appointment and an hour after, the appointment was only supposed to last 30 minutes. Hubbins and I had thought we could squeeze dinner in after, but unfortunately the office was backed up and even though our appointment was at 4 pm we weren't seen until 5 pm, which made us late getting back. Luckily she could stay and it was all ok. When we got home all were in good spirits and we had a great dinner. It was a perfect day.

Of course, the next morning CDQ and (by default practically since they are in the same room) Poufy were trying to give us a hard time. Saturday, I just decided to nip it in the bud. I simply yelled to all in the house "Just because you had a babysitter come in doesn't mean you have to act all RAD and think all the rules go out the window. You don't have RAD so you don't have that problem." Poof...it all stopped. This after constantly nagging telling them to cut it out already. Just like that...stopped...I mean like completely. Weird huh? I'm not going to question it, I'm just going to roll with it. In fact, I am fully prepared for the next behavioral issue...whatever it be, I'm going to just announce that Just because A doesn't mean B...because RAD doesn't exist. (Sounds like I am typing this more for myself. lol)

That may end up being this Thursday considering the fact that Hubbins and I are almost sure we will be going to see Harry Potter on Wednesday. Our first official all by ourselves date in over a year...in fact, we had figured out it had been over a year since we had been just us by ourselves sans kids. Crazy huh?

Conversations with a 13 year old...

Tonight Hubbins and I were talking about the show In Living Color. If you've never seen it you can go to youtube and search for it, they are hilarious.

The oldest was finishing in the kitchen and she was wondering what we were talking about so we were telling her some of the skits we remembered.

She thought we were talking about a certain comedian. The things she was saying made me think she was talking about Dave Chapelle. I just found out about him this year one night when I was flipping through the channels...so not cool. This time, I wasn't surprised that she knew about Dave Chapelle...still a little angry considering she was 10 when she moved here and she most certainly hasn't seen him on my TV, yet she knew about him...argh.

Anyhow... I didn't want to say the name so I asked:

"Is he vulgar?"

Her: "No, he's African American."

Me: puzzled look...then I burst into a fit of laughter as I grabbed Hubbins wrist and asked him if he heard what she said.

Hubbins: (without missing a beat) "No, he's not Vulgarian."

By this point, I am nearly rolling on the floor. The oldest is confused...laughing nervously but confused.

Her: "Well! I don't know what vulgar is!"

obviously... LOL!

A few days ago, the oldest came in my room and we were talking about celebrities and crushes. She asked me if I had a crush on John Mayer. I'm a bit embarrassed. I don't know who John Mayer is. I told her that and she looked at me suspiciously. She said he was a singer. I asked her if I had any of his songs (yeah, I don't even know the names of the people I listen to. *blush*) She told me I didn't. So I was really confused. I still don't know where she was going with that but she got an earful from me about stalkers, weirdoes and celebrity crushes.

She asked me if people made fun of Prince like they did with Michael Jackson.

See the oldest is a huge MJ fan. I mean HUGE! I was beside myself when I had to tell her he passed.

When she was younger I took her to the San Diego zoo. When we got to the gorilla exhibit, they were gone due to renovations. She burst into tears. I finally coaxed out of her what the problem was. She fully believed she was going to meet Michael Jackson by the gorillas at the zoo. Since they weren't there, he wasn't there. I did eventually calm her and took pictures of her by the gorilla statues that were there. At the same time I wanted to laugh because it was cute, but I felt so bad for her.

We talked about that day and her reaction. MJ was something that was a constant in her life. She had his cds and could listen to them when ever she needed to. He was always there to pick her up when no one else was. I don't even think she thinks of it this way...but hearing her talk about him. She projected and made him her safety. I know what that's like... when I was little I projected everything on the IBM building downtown, back then it was the tallest building and I could see it from my Grandmother's house where I lived. If I could just be smart enough and good enough to work there...I would make it out.

Anyhow, the reason I know she did this is because out of nowhere she said "It's so weird, I remember you and what you used to look like, at the zoo and that summer you tutored me and just all my life I can remember what you look like. You're always in the back of my head. Sometimes Grandma, not my mom or anything. Just you, clearly... like you were always there."

It took everything for me not to breakdown and cry. For almost a decade I fought and tried to protect them and I felt like I failed them all... especially her. My mind knows that I did everything I could legally do to help her but my heart hurts because I feel like I should have done more. But just knowing that she feels that way and remembers that... I could just cry. She's knows I never gave up. That means everything to me.