Showing posts from February, 2012

R.I.P. Davy Jones

I was young.  I was in love.  
He was one of a handful of cute faces decorating my wall that I'd reach up to kiss each night before going to bed (thanks to Tiger Beat Magazine's crystal clear glossy centerfold posters).  
When I see his face today... my mind wanders back to a simpler time. 
 Where an innocence lived that even now... 
 46 years later...
I crave. 

R.I.P. Davy Jones You will always be a Superstar in my book... 
I wanna be free, Like the bluebirds flying by me, Like the waves out on the blue sea, If your love has to tie me, Don't try me, say good-bye. I wanna be free, Don't say you love me, say you like me But when I need you beside me, Stay close enough to guide me, Confide in me, whoa-oh-oh. I wanna hold your hand,  Walk along the sand, Laughing in the sun, Always having fun. Doing all those things  Without any strings to tie me down. I wanna be free, Like the warm September wind, babe, Say you'll always be my friend, babe, We can make it to the end babe, Again, babe, I've g…


In hearing aids, January and February usually  prove to be poor sales months.  
We were ready for the lull in business.  
*yawn* After all, it's winter.  Time for hibernation... right?
Well, January was business as usual.   Things slowed down some, but not a whole lot.  
When do we get to rest?
Then along came February.   This has been our best month since we opened in July!!  
We are busy, busy, busy!

As for the hibernation thing...
Gracie says she'll take care of that for us.

I'm Tired

The Western Maryland Health System.  A beautiful place.  It looks more like a hotel than a hospital.  They even have valet parking!  But you don't want to come here if you have an...


I brought Lindsey here on Thursday, after she'd spent several days hemorrhaging - the side effects of the pill the doctor put her on after the baby was born.

4:30 PM.  The waiting room was empty.  I took care of the baby and Lindsey was called back to a room.  This shouldn't take long.  We were the only ones there.
   Soon the waiting room was becoming full, so I gathered up the baby and her stuff and went back to Lindsey's room with her.  She was weak and in a lot of pain.  They took blood from her arm and it bled like crazy, even after they bandaged it.  They took a urine sample, then told her they'd be taking her back for a sonogram.  We waited.
And Waited.

And waited.  
Not a person came back to say, are you doing okay?  Do you need anything?  
Nothing.  They acted like we wer…

I Have To Put Up with Her...

Dear Diary,
When the newest little person arrived...  several things happened.
1.  I lost my place on Dad's lap.

2.  I lost my place on mom's lap.

3.  The other little people aka Cupcake began getting bored because the world no longer revolved around her (welcome to my world  Cupcake) and she began to avert her attention to other things like messing with my toys...

No wonder my angry bird is angry!

What could the older peeps be thinking - cluttering up my floor with things I'm not allowed to breath on, step on, or chew on?

I know it's only a matter of time though... till short stuff will be tossing Oreo cookies at me.  Makes me hungry just thinking about it...

In the meantime, I have to put up with her...  and she's so needy.   Gracie.  

Excuse the Profanity

Our sales rep for Siemens invited us to attend a continuing education class in Pittsburgh, Pa. today.

This meant we could collect some CEU's for our license renewal next year.  Plus, Brian wanted to take us out for lunch.

We passed on a trip to Vegas last week,  since we'd be going to Pittsburgh this week.   Our friends in business attended and told us that the Elton John show was part of the itinerary.  

Pittsburgh is a town with tons of character!   I was pleasantly surprised.

Beautiful buildings!

And much bigger than I had ever imagined.

A bit of advice:  You never want to get lost in Pittsburgh.  

Gary's blood pressure must've been off the charts.   This town is confusing!

When we finally found the parking garage, it was just as perplexed as the town. 
 One way. Do not enter.  No parking.  Reserved.  
  We drove up three floors before we decided it was time to turn around and go home.  

We were trying to find our way out of town when Brian texted us.  'Where are you…


Dear Diary,  

Mom has a valentine.  His name is Gary aka Dad.  I wish I had a valentine.  Gracie.

Pip's blog and Q & A

I got these questions from Pip's blog...   I so much enjoyed reading about him and his assistant that I thought I'd consider myself tagged and go with it...  I love Pip!  He's a lil' darling! Okay.  Here goes. 1. Describe yourself in seven words? Gracie:  Mistreated. abused. unloved. starved. disrespected.playful. sleepy.

The Mom:  Thankful. Clumsy. Unorganized. Confused. Sad. Happy. Amused.

2. What keeps you up at night? Gracie:  Mom's feet

The Mom:  Thinking about what I could have done differently, dry eyes, and indigestion. 3.  Who would you like to be? Gracie:  One of those dogs that get a walk every single night. The Mom:  A me that wears a size 6 4. What are you wearing right now? Gracie:  Just my white coat, silly. The Mom:  Green sweater, black sweat pants, white slippers.

5. What scares me? Gracie:  When the pantry doors are left open and I walk gently over and take a peek to see what's in there and mom says, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING GRACIE?"  It scares the bajee…


To appreciate what I'm about to tell you, you should first  read my post of  Oct. '10 about 
My brother Jimmy.
And now for the rest of the story....
Jimmy called me about a month ago wanting to know our address.  
JIM:  "I'll be sending you and Gary the money I owe you..."  
ME:  "What money?"  
JIM:  "The money I borrowed when my car broke down and I had to get another one."  
ME:  "That was five years ago!  Forget it Jim.  I did."
But Jimmy didn't forget.  
Then he told me the rest of the story. 
 He was months behind on his rent, overdrawn on his checking account, and down on his luck once again... about as low as he could get.  
He was expecting that he might be living  out of his car once again.  
He called his bank to see just how much he was overdrawn only to find that there was a very large amount of money in his bank account.  
"WHAT?!  ARE YOU KIDDING ME?"  he asked.  
No Jimmy...  they were not kidding you.  It is for real!

Gracie's Puppy

Rissi:  "Gracie, I'm a doggie too.  Woof, woof!"

Gracie:  "No way!  You're allowed to have chocolate.   You're not a dog."

Rissi:  "I am Gracie!  I'm your puppy!"

Gracie:  "I was fixed, so  I have no puppies.   You must be mistaken, Cupcake."

Rissi:  "Gracie, I'm glad I'm your puppy."

Gracie:  "Kid, you don't belong to me.   Now go find your real mommy!"

Rissi:   "I know that you love me Gracie."

Gracie:  "Whatever, Kid..."

Rissi:  " and I love you Gracie."

Gracie:  Uh oh!  This scene looks all too familiar.   School must be in session.  
And I'm torn.  Shall I run for cover  or stick around for the lunch bell.