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Category: Daily Life
Ramblings, often stream of conscious, journaling the events of my life.
I’m hot for your spam
I just received this spam in email and it is so bad that I’m actually tempted to reply!
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My reply should be something like:
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What in the world do these spammers expect?
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We interrupt this regular scheduled blogging for programming. I’m dragging. I must bring coffee back into this house. I wonder how sickly those energy drinks makes one feel. Must break to juggle and get some oxygen back into my blood.
On a side note, I got the boys sent off to Boy Scout camp this morning. They are lined up for a week of horseback riding, swimming, canoeing, leather work, first aid studies, wood working and archery. They should have a blast! The at the end of the week, Tommy has freshman orientation. Now we need a miracle to happen so we can find a baby sitter for the three and six year old and the two dogs for Friday.
From the mouths of babes
Most popular thing heard the night before a Boy Scout camping trip [both boys]: "I can’t find my head lamp!"
Coding requires concentration
I spent half my day on the phone and half the day coding. Some of the time I spent on the phone I was also coding but that is akin to driving and reading a book at the same time–neither gets done very well and something is likely to go wrong.
On a personal note, I have finally, after nearly four decades, learned how to spell bureaucracy!
Their typo causing grief
While I was getting ready to prepare dinner, someone drove up to my house and said, "I don’t mean to sound insensitive but I saw on the Internet that this house may be up for sale." He failed. That did sound terribly insensitive and lowly. See, the mortgage company has misplaced some of my payments. Fortunately, I always use Western Union for mortgage payments making transactions very traceable. I call department A and they say, "Oh yes, department B has make an error. I can see it here." Corrections are supposedly made and I am told to call back in 72 hours. The next day department B calls and refers me to department A and the cycle repeats. Of course, in the meantime, this has not stopped department B from bringing in lawyers and threatening foreclosurestarting foreclosure proceedings complete with setting an auction date.
I understand people go through misfortune, and other people will take advantage of that misfortune to make a buck or two, but how greedy do you have to be to approach a family during their dinner before their house is even in foreclosure? I guess tomorrow the mortgage company and I need to get this straightened out. "Lowry! We’ve got another one."
A brief pause
We interrupt our regularly scheduled programming for a bureaucratic pause. Tasks: a) convince a creditor that they have misapplied my payments and to back their lawyers off, b) figure out how to get Cathy’s last name updated with Social Security without having to drive to Illinois, and c) figure out what’s not happening with FASFA. Bets? 30 minutes or 6 hours on the phone?
Update: a) done until tomorrow when I have to call them again. b) Cathy got taken care of (hurrah! Super woman!) c) next.
How stressed?
On a scale of 1 to 10, my stress level is hovering right around 57 currently.
Tommy goes to college in 3 weeks – maybe
Tommy’s financial aid is in jeopardy because the paperwork says Buttle not Tuttle.
Ear buds fast track to deafness
From the mouths of babes
Amy, teared up and unhappy with my insistence that she take a bath: "You’re mean!"
Dad: "Yes I am!"
From the mouths of babes
Tommy, almost 18: "Amy you can’t say that."
Amy, 6 years old: "Yes I can."
Tommy: "No you can’t."
Amy: "Yes I can!"
Tommy: "No you can’t! Quit it!"
Evan, 3 years old bouncing and chanting: "Amy, bebe. Amy, bebe. Amy, bebe."
Amy: "Evan, stop it!"
Evan, adds some sway to his shoulders and bobs his head: "Amy, bebe. Amy, bebe. Amy, bebe."
Amy, tearing up: "Make him stop! Evan’s calling me a baby!"
Oh how they slip down instead of rise up. Do the younger of the species always win?
Tough Decade Ahead
I can feel that the next ten years are going to be harder than any of the previous ones. Where’s the line between realism and defeatist? One foot in front of the other. That’s a mighty tall mountain.
Dinner
Hamburger helper, green beans and watermelon. So far 1 teen stared at it blankly and walked away without a word.
A 2nd teen has picked out all of the meat to eat only the noodles and green beans, totally ignoring the watermelon.
A 2nd teen has picked out all of the meat to eat only the noodles and green beans, totally ignoring the watermelon.
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From the mouths of babes
Evan, 3 years old: "Amy, I gotcha your nose!"
Amy, 6 years old, covering face with her book: "No you don’t. It’s protected!"
Amy:"Hey! That’s cheating."
Evan:"I gotchit!"
Amy:"I got your nose."
Evan:"NO Ammie!"
Evan:"Give you me my nose!"
Amy:"No. Give me my nose."
Evan, crying:"NO.. AAAAaaMY!"
Noses should have been designed to stay on our faces better.
