I’m not Sure Happy It’s Thursday, but the saying sounded good. It feels more like a Thirsty Thursday to me. Too bad I don’t like $1 beers. I prefer Rainy Days and Mondays.
Today was rainy. During a thunderstorm this morning, my cable went out. Thinking CableOne would eventually fix the problem, I didn’t worry (if they were my internet provider, then I would have). I didn’t need the TV on as I listened to some of Andrew Wee’s podcasts (cuz he’s gonna interview me next week, and I want to be prepared). But when the kids came home from school with no TV, I figured I better call before they close for the day so I can watch the new episode of ER tonight. I missed The Office due to my daughter’s spring concert. Yes, the Brady Bunch theme song is stuck in my head now, too.
So, the cable repairman reported back to me that - get this - I have a whole nest of mice living in my cable box (he saw 7 or 8 alone) that have been chewing on the cable lines. So the lines must have got wet today in the rain and shut down. Great, just great. Have I ever mentioned that I HATE MICE?!
He tried to reassure me by saying they were field mice and not house mice - I didn’t know there was a difference. Guess I’ll be stocking up on some D-Con. Or I read you can use instant mashed potatoes to kill mice. I have a huge container of instant spuds from Sam’s Club that my kids refuse to eat (they didn’t fall for “they taste real”).
Maybe, just maybe, if I get brave enough to go near the mouse nest myself, I’ll bring along my FlipCam to share the horrid experience, as I’ve been addicted to vid-blogs lately. T.G.I.F. tomorrow? Don’t count on it.
Because I couldn’t think of a better title, but I thought of more non-relevant stuff to say…
Here’s wishing my Grandma Betty a belated 84th birthday! We celebrated last night by going to the bar. She can drink me under the table no doubt. I hope to have as much vigor as her at that age.
Her pin says “I’ve survived damn near everything!” seen here with my Aunt Squeak and me.
I highly admire other bloggers that pour themselves out there like Heather B. Armstrong of Dooce.com (who is also full of vigor). I can totally relate to her as I’ve been criticized for expressing my opinion, as the Wall Street Journal addressed, yet readers keep coming back for more. Only difference, I don’t have a husband to manage my advertising - any takers?
I absolutely hate how vehicles decrease in value the minute you drive them off the lot. When I bought my Pontiac SV6 new in 2005, I thought it fit all my needs and I would drive it until it died. Well, I thought wrong. Not only do the kids think they are now too old to be seen in a “van”, I’ve had an itch for a new vehicle as well. I’m leaning towards a Crossover with a third row of seats. I’ve been eye’ing the GMC Acadia for awhile now, but I just saw an ad for the 2009 Dodge Journey - I love the back-up camera and built in GPS; the kids liked the built-in pop coolers! One of my friends (who works for Chevy) told me to hold out to see Chevy’s new Traverse which will be replacing the TrailBlazer next year. Why can’t Ford make a good crossover breed? They have the best service department near me (My son’s car is a Ford). And being a woman who knows nothing about cars, I calculate service into my final decision.
And last, but not least, I leave you with this youtube video. My friend, Jon, met a girl online who ended up looking nothing like her photo. She admitted she photo-shopped herself, so when I saw this, I laughed and forwarded it to him asking if this was her?
I also attended a “Dressing for Life” style show and felt a bit scolded that society dresses too “sexy” and not “modest” enough. The crowd was mostly old ladies. In fact, at my table, I was the youngest, and my mother was the second youngest. I think the lecture would have been better for my daughters and other teenage girls who dress too provocatively, as there was a lot of discussion on “saving yourself” for marriage. But at least Jesus forgives us that didn’t.
And in my effort to be more fit and live healthy, I scheduled dentist and eye doctor appointments. I already did the whole “spread ‘em” doctor thing and am fine in that area. I seem to procrastinate going to doctors as my medical insurance coverage sucks. And as good as the idea may seem, I can’t marry a guy just for his group health insurance. There has to be love involved.
I can’t get into the eye doctor until next month. I’m going to inquire about getting an enhancement surgery done (on my eyes, not my bosom), since my eyes are slowing getting worse. I had Lasik eye surgery eight years ago, and my eyes were so bad then that they said I would still need reading glasses, but I ended up being 20/20. I still see pretty well during the day, but at night (and under fluorescent lights for some reason), I need glasses.
I went to the dentist yesterday after a two year hiatus. I have not had any cavities since I was a kid (when they used to clamp your mouth open with a metal contraption), and now I have a couple of cavities plus a couple of old fillings need to be replaced. I’m fine with that though as I’m going to have the silver fillings replaced with white ones so they aren’t noticeable. I just spent $1000 on my youngest’s cavities, and now will spend that much on mine!
The hygienist could not believe that I have never had braces since my teeth are so straight. I’m glad I didn’t need them as my parents could have never afforded them. I just got done paying for three of my kids to have braces, and the youngest one will need them soon.
But the dentist did say it appears that I grind my teeth as night. Did you know there is actually a diagnosis for teeth grinding? Me either, it’s called bruxism. There’s the word of the day for ya. And the number one cause of bruxism? STRESS! He asked if I noticed that I grind my teeth at night? Um, no, I’m sleeping. And since I’m not married, I sleep alone so no one else notices either. He said he didn’t have to ask if I was stressed since it must be hard being a single mom with four kids. Damn straight.
Yesterday I was stressed because my vehicle was shaking so bad when driving it, and the warranty ran out about 4000 miles ago. I decided to have my friend’s husband look it first before making an appointment. He asked if I’d been mud running? Seems I just had too much mud in the rims and nothing a good car wash couldn’t fix. I would have been embarrassed if I took it into the shop! Some days I think I don’t need a husband, and other days I think one would be nice to put in gas and wash my car for me, among other things.
Ok, so the title of this post is irrelevant to the contents. Sue me. You wouldn’t be the first. But I was thinking of my good friend, Ian, who owns Toledo.com (and lives in Toledo, go figure) and decided to give him a shout-out. Hi Ian!
I’m not Sure Happy It’s Thursday, but the saying sounded good. It feels more like a Thirsty Thursday to me. Too bad I don’t like $1 beers. I prefer Rainy Days and Mondays. 
