Thought I'd go ahead and do this one, I love to travel!
10 Countries I'd Like to Visit (in no particular order)
He did really good at his first Astro's game, and Roy O got the win over Greg Maddux 3-1! He got to see 2 future Hall-of-Famers, who could ask for more for his first game?
I'm done. It was fabulous. HP#7 lived up to my expectations, and that's all I'll say so I don't spoil it for those of you who haven't read it.
But like cjh, I'm a little sad that it's over. I'm tempted to go back and read a few of the parts again, as I get so excited to see where something is going in the plot that I tend to rush through it. I've always done that, read too fast and miss some things. But that's ok, this is one book I feel I'll read several times over. Probably the whole series, actually. Much to Bubba's chagrin, as he hates when I read them because I tend to get immersed and do nothing else, and he doesn't understand why I would want to re-read something I've already read. But, that's the difference between him and me.
Now I can get busy watching the movies, as I have waited until I read all the books to see any of the movies.
I'm reading Harry Potter #7 and don't have time to do that AND take care of Drew AND blog at the same time. So, until I finish, there will be a lack of new blogs to read. My apologies, but I know you all understand.
To keep you satiated, here's a picture of the munchkin swimming.
Yesterday I received BILL NUMBER 3 from the stupid hospital in NYC from when I fell in the street and spent the day in the hospital. I received the first bill before we even left NY back in March. I thought it was weird, as my actual hospital stay for the birth of my son had already been paid. So I called and gave them the right information and address, etc., and left it at that. I got ANOTHER bill in May, so I called AGAIN to give them the right information.
Now, when I got bill no. 3 yesterday, I was a bit miffed and called the insurance company directly to see what was going on, if they had denied my claim and why, etc. I called, and they have NO RECORD of receiving a bill for that date of service! WTF? So I figured that the hospital must have gotten it wrong, so I called THEM. Nope, they've submitted the bill about a dozen times (so said the irritated woman on the phone), and it's been denied every time. And, she said they would submit it ONE MORE TIME, then that was it. What does that mean? They'll come after me for the exorbitant amount of $$$ they want for said service?
I am about done with all this stupid mess. I have had to deal with the insurance people denying Drew's coverage because he's not on my plan, until I call them and remind them that yes, he's covered for 30 days on my plan. Why don't they know this? It's THEIR stupid plan! Anyway, I got another bill yesterday for some lab work done for Mr. Andrew Barron, so I asked the insurance lady about that one, too, and ONCE AGAIN, she said it was denied because he wasn't on my plan. Then she said, oh wait, yes he is! DUH!!! Arrggg....
Of the things that irritate me and just ruin my day....this tops the list.
when the cicadas are STILL singing at 11pm when you are trying to go to sleep.
Welcome to summer. I think I prefer the rain....at least it keeps the temperatures down!
This morning on Rachel Ray, Rachel was discussing the ONE thing she couldn't live without on a desert island. Well, she actually listed 3, but it's her show, so she can do what she wants. She chose her under-eye cream, razor, and breath-mints.
HOWEVER!
Then she had kind of an 'ask the audience' thing, and these women were standing up and telling what they COULDN'T live without on a desert island. I was appalled at these spoiled, shallow women! One silly girl said she couldn't live without her eye-lash curler. (Um, I don't even OWN one of these, but my make-up drawer is another post....it's very small. Mascara, yes. Eyelash curler, no.) Another girl said her Victoria's Secret bra. OK, I might want a bra on my desert island, but I'd rather just have a bikini and deal with it.
The icing on the cake was the woman who said she couldn't live without her Prada heels. I mean, PLEASE! I'm all about fabulous footwear, but I don't think I would choose them over toilet paper on my desert island.
What would you choose?
I think I would choose some sort of personal hygiene item, like deodorant or toothpaste or something of that nature.
Ooh, or maybe coffee (she says as she has cup no. 2 this morning).
I know, 3rd post in a day. I'm on a roll...
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Can anyone name this movie? I watched it today and was reminded how much I loved this movie.
'Sinead O-Rebellion! Shock me, shock me, shock me with your deviant behavior!'
Anyone? Anyone? Anyone?
Someone had bananas tonight for the first time!
For the record, he loved it.
Let the messiness begin....
I have a problem in my yard. In the form of little snails. They are everywhere. The kid 2 doors down even likes to come to my yard and look for them. Fabulous.
I wouldn't mind them and their slimy trails so much, except that they are eating my basil! Ironically, no other herbs have snails feasting on them. Not sure why, but they have good taste, the basil is my favorite, too.
We are also having major issues with mosquitoes (who isn't?). But as we have yet to do anything with the drainage problem in our yard, we have standing water in both the front and the back yards, as well as the ditch in front of our house, every time it rains. And, as you all know, it's rained A LOT the last few weeks.
So, this all meant that I needed a trip to my local gardening store. Which I did today, and came back with a veritable arsenal of defenses against these pesky pests. Who knew there was such a thing as snail bait?!? You did? Well, I didn't. That's what happens when you don't have a yard, or even plants for that matter, for 3+ years.
Here's hoping it works, because I want to be able to take the Drew Bear outside of an evening without having him eaten alive by mosquitoes, and I REALLY want to be able to use all my basil for yummy things like pesto and tomato sauce.
Does anyone ever have dreams involving the people you watch on TV?
I occasionally dream about the girls from SATC, and I'm in the dream with them. Like I'm inserting myself into one of the shows. I have frequently had dreams with the 'Friends' cast, but since the last season, those have kind of waned.
But last night was a first. I had a dream that I ran off with Jim from 'The Office.' He left Pam for me, and we were taking a train somewhere and making out and stuff. It was awkward because Pam was one of my best friends. I was in high school or college, not sure which (so Bubba was not in the picture, as we hadn't met yet....that's my reason anyway!), but I think it might have been college because I was working a part time job and that's how I met Jim. No one else from the cast was there, so it's not like my job was actually at 'The Office.'
This was one of the most real of all these type of dreams I've had. I actually woke up in the middle, went back to sleep and continued the dream. And I'm still thinking about it now! The weirdest is that I haven't even watched 'The Office' in several weeks. So how in the world did Jim pop into my head? Weird.
I have never done one of these before, but am intrigued and just have to participate. Fun!
We went out to dinner last night, to a Mexican food place right down the street that is fast and cheap....the way all good Mexican food should be.
We order, and the Drew Bear is starting to get impatient in his bucket seat. He is normally fine as long as we don't just ignore him entirely. Well. Not last night. He was getting more and more vocal, so I finally caved and got him out to sit in my lap.
That's when I discovered the gobs of poo. All. Over. Him. It had soaked through his onesie and was lining the back of his bucket seat, too. Poor kiddo. No wonder he was fussing!
So, this being the kind of place with a one-seater bathroom and no changing facilities, we proceed to strip him naked right there at our booth and clean him up. Luckily, there was no one around us, because they would have been completely disgusted. And also luckily, I keep a change of clothes in every diaper bag and handy little baggies to put the offending diapers and clothes in for just such an occasion.
Of course, about the time we get him stripped down, our food arrives. It was literally less than 5 minutes after we ordered. She leaves the food at the next table so we can finish getting him cleaned up. Which we do, then proceed to sit down to our tacos and tostadas with beans and rice as if nothing had happened.
You know you are a parent when you can change a blow-out poopy diaper then eat refried beans right afterwards without even thinking about it.
I know there are several of you out there that are BIG American Idol fans. I don't choose to watch it because most of the time I don't think those people are that great and it doesn't entertain me to watch it. We have differing opinions about good singers, so be it. Bygones. I don't want to argue it here.
BUT.
If you haven't seen this clip from the Brits version of the show, you are missing out. THIS guy has real talent, and he should win the whole bloomin' thing. If he doesn't, then it proves my point that the whole thing is crap. He was so good, I cried. Granted, the song makes me cry anyway. But he really was THAT good.
Enjoy.
My Mama has been here the past week and I've been hanging out with her, so no time to blog. We did a TON of stuff around the house and yard. We got ALL the boxes unpacked and taken to the recycle center, along with all the paper. We changed out the drawer/cabinet pulls per cjh's recommendation. (Thanks again!) Mama worked her magic on the plants and bought us a lot of flowers and plants for our beds. We got trees trimmed and weeds pulled and an herb garden started. And, of course, we played with the Drew Bear. He's getting so big! Literally. He weighs 16 lbs 10 oz. That's 93rd percentile, for those of you interested.
So, I'm back now to the world of blogging. But I'm sure now I've lost the measly few readers I had anyway, so it will just be me talking to myself again. Oh well.
Officially in the new house, but I'm too busy unpacking and dealing with Drew to post right now! I'll get an updated picture up eventually.
