Wednesday, January 28, 2009
My phone rings.
"Tricia? Hi. We have a 9:15 available for Emmi on the 23rd."
"Do you have anything else?" Seriously? 9:15 is no better than 9.
"No ma'am. There is nothing else."
"Okay, well. What about another day, because I can't get there by 9." I explain the bus thing and the two hour drive thing.
"Oh, well, he can see you at 10:45 instead."
Ummm. Apparently we have differing definitions of "anything else."
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
Emmi was invited to a birthday party. I talk to the mom at dance class, but we have never socialized outside of class which meant we would know nobody else at the party. No big deal. Within in minutes, Kenny and I had already laughed at some guy who smiled sweetly at Jill and Emmi and announced that he and his wife wanted another child as a playmate for their daughter. Kenny and I exchanged glances that said, "Playmate? You mean rival?" Then we moved on to another mom who was in the middle of a hysterical story about her acquaintance with poison control. This mom, we liked. We talked to her for awhile before the kids moved on to eat cake and find party horns.
Emmi, having what is technically considered a cleft of her soft palate, can't blow without plugging her nose. She came to me for help. We sat, me pinching her nose, her blowing the horn. The funny mom, from across the room calls out, "Are you plugging her nose!!" So I matter-of-factly explain, with a smile on my face to make it clear I am not offended.
Yet, the poor lady turns red. She looked like she was about to cry. Her husband looked like he wants to find the closest rock, and shove her under it. Everyone was looking back and forth between her and me. I continued to smile and mouthed, "It's okay," to her, but she still looked mortified.
And somehow I ended up feeling bad for her, even though she opened her big mouth and technically made fun of a disabled kid in front of a room full of people.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Wouldn't you know it, I received a phone call and emails promising that it would be taken care of. Low and behold, the construction company showed back up this morning. Except? Yeah. I am pretty sure they know it was me that bitched about their lack of follow through. And my Spanish may not be great, but I am pretty sure those were not pretty words coming out of their mouths when I walked outside. The good news is I have been promised that we will have a pretty little park area next door to use by the end of the month.
I'll believe it when I see it.
Oh...and a new post should be up here later today.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
Oh. For reals. After many phone calls to "Mr. Garcia" with no answer and no ability to leave a message, I finally did what my attorney, ahem, my dad told me to do and contacted the police. I have seen that show where they repossess people's cars. I am not about to get in a fight with that big 'ole dude. The one with the 'stache and the huge tattoo. Like he is really going to believe I am not Karina, as I chase him down the street screaming, "No! For real. My name is TRICIA!" I now have about a bajillion signs taped to my car informing them that towing my vehicle is illegal, as it does not belong to Karina or John, nor do I know said Karina or John.
I also got my video camera out, cause if they do show up to tow my car I am totally taping it as I chase them down the street.
Friday, January 9, 2009
Nope. That isn't it. It is just the one my sister made me try on. Poofy. With flower appliques. I think there might have be a whole village lost underneath that poofball skirt. Mine is completely different, but I will give you no details. The hardest part is not telling Kenny. He is the one I want to approve of it. AND. I. CAN'T. TELL. HIM. ANYTHING. ABOUT. IT. It is driving me insane. He told me he has no sympathy, as he had to ring shop for months by himself. Point taken.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
"Classic Princess Wedding Dress."
Originally purchased for over $1000.00. Priced at $300.00
How ever does one pass up such a glorious dress like this? I mean, just look at that heart cut-out in the back.
And if that one is a little too much, there is always this one.
A "beautiful" dress "purchased from Davids bridal (still has tag) and was never worn. Im pricing it low for a quick sell also because it will probably need to be cleaned just because it hung in a close for a while. But the dress is in perfect shape with no stains."
I don't know. What do you guys think?
Thursday, January 1, 2009
I hope everyone is looking forward to this year. Or at least ready to let go of 2008!