Queen of Rambles

I’ve had a phone for less than 24 hours and I’m already getting calls from tele-spammers. I forgot about those people. I always sign up for the Do Not Call List immediately and don’t have to deal with these people.

I can tell I’ve lost all patience. The woman called and said she was with VMS and that I might win a million dollars! Whoo-hooo! Then she wanted to know if I was happy about that. Ummmm. Instead of getting excited I asked what VMS was and how much money she wanted. She seemed taken aback. She assured me that she didn’t want anything from me. This was just a way of thanking people for their patronage. VMS is apparently the company that sends out circulars in the area. Oh, and by the way, do you want to pay us $3.45 per week to get four magazines of your choice? It is a great service! It will save you tons of money! Since I only read one magazine and have a subscription, I declined even though she found it SHOCKING that I could pass up such a great deal.

It’s 10 am here. I got my shower early so I could be decent when the maintenance man showed up at 9 am. Of course, he never showed up. Maybe I should start at the beginning, eh?

Yesterday morning we had leak coming out of the ceiling. I called the office and was told someone would be right over. I turned off the A/C because I knew that was the problem.

I called the office again at 4 pm and asked to speak to the manager. Suddenly I had a maintenance man over here in two shakes of a stick. I am convinced that the gals in the office don’t ever call maintenance when they say they do. Things happen quickly when I talk to the manager.

As suspected, it was the A/C. It needed a recharge, but it had just had a recharge last week. That means we are getting a new unit today. If the person who is supposed to install it ever shows up. They did put a window unit in our bedroom yesterday so we had a good night’s sleep, at least.

I really do have to go to the DMV today and hope that I can get everything taken care of. I can’t find my birth certificate so I am not hopeful about getting my license, even though I have five of the other things on the “approved ID” list. I wish I knew what the hell I did with my birth certificate, but I ordered a new one before I moved in with Mike which means there was no one to take responsibility and make sure I didn’t lose it. I do so love my boy. He is very organized.

We’ve cancelled our evening of fun on Friday. Going on a boat for four hours just didn’t seem like a good idea when I am having cramps and such. I don’t want my baby to be born on a company party dinner cruise. What if someone accidentally dropped him overboard and he was kidnapped by a school of slimey fish? I was really, really hoping we could make it because I’ve never been on a cruise before and it sounded like it was going to be a lot of fun. Since it is a cruise, we had to have our definitive yes or no answer in yesterday so they would have an accurate passenger manifest in case the ship sinks. For some reason this sends a little thrill down my spine. Being on a sinking ship is one of my worst nightmares, but the idea of having to have our name registered just in case tickles me. I guess I like the idea of living dangerously without there really being any danger. Of course, our name isn’t on the manifest, but it could have been.

I’m so glad I finally have a regular phone! I found a pediatrician yesterday and it was much easier than I thought it would be. I didn’t have to go in to a meeting or anything like that. I suppose if I was responsible I would want to interview the doctors in the practice first, but I figure that doctors are doctors and if we get in there and find that we hate the practice we can always switch. I’m just not cut out to be one of those super competitive, hyper-tense, gotta-have-the-BEST types of mothers. Unless the kid is particularly sickly, I don’t think the choice of pediatrician will really make that big of a difference. I’m all about the “good enough” parenting.

I also talked to my grandma and she is trying hard to be a positive person because on Sunday she saw a sermon on TV that said carrying around feelings of guilt and unhappiness was Satanic. The preacher said God wants her to be happy, so now she’s decided it’s ok to be happy. We’ll see how long that lasts. She really doesn’t want to be a Satan worshipper, so maybe it will stick for a while. She even went out and bought my mom $300 worth of new clothes. I am in shock. SHOCK. She doesn’t do nice things like that for my mom. She only does stuff like that for my sister because they have a bizarre sort of co-dependent relationship. Apparently she even let my mom pick out the clothes and didn’t try to get her to buy a single yellow thing. I haven’t gone shopping with my grandma in years and years because it is just not worth it, but I do remember that she thinks both my mom and I must ALWAYS dress in yellow because it is “our color.” If you’ve seen pictures, you can see we are sallow and yellow is just about the last color either of us should be wearing.

She was giving me advice on how to handle labor, which was hilarious since she didn’t really remember anything about it at all. I told her I wasn’t too worried since I’d be getting an epidural (no need for her to know I’m terrified, though the terror is actually subsiding, the closer it gets). “You’re getting STERLIZED??????” I guess they didn’t have epidurals back in her day.

I’m in a fiction writing mood today. I wonder if I will actually take advantage of that mood or if I’ll procrastinate until the urge goes away. I have three very good starts that need finishes. I need to finish something!

I made my bed today for the first time in . . . ummmm. . . .years. I wanted to look at my pretty quilt. I have discovered that I need some serious skill enhancement when it comes to bed making. Also, yesterday I remembered why I made my own bed skirt. It is well night impossible to find a pre-made one unless you buy a bed-in-a-bag set. I finally found an ecru one and it matches so I am happy. It was literally the ONLY one I could find in three different stores.

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