My Makily.

She had her IEP on Friday.

So I was dreading it like the plague.

Lots of reasons really.

Last year they said "Makily is unable to participate in meaningful play with others due to her disability".

This TOTALLY JUST CRUSHED ME.

I mean I knew that already but to hear a professional say it was like a kick in the chest.

I took J with me and he did AWESOME.

It wasn't bad at all.

Since school started this year Makily has gained three months of development which for her is AWESOME. They all agreed she is becoming more and more and more social. They're is one little boy in her class that ADORES her. They said that when he comes over to Makily that she just GRINS and laughs. He strokes her hand and says "Oh Makily" and loves on her.

They said she loves him as much as he loves her.

*gives me warm fuzzies*

Mrs. Byrd also says that if you sit down near Makily and don't acknowledge her right away she MAKES sure you know she is there. If you are close enough she will touch or patt your arm until you look and say "Hi Makily". If you are sitting farther away she will lean over or around whoever is in the way and stare until you talk to her. She does this here at home so I was not surprised. In church if my mom is holding J and Makily decides it's her turn for Nanny time she will lean past me and GLARE at my mom until she gives J to me and takes Makily. Then she will snuggle right into my mom, patt her in the face while smiling and talking....then eventually fall asleep in her arms.

SERIOUSLY.

This kid knows how to get her way.

Last night we went to dinner with my parents. She was at the table with one of her favorite toys having a BALL. The waitress came up and was telling her how cool her toy was. Makily screeched her excited "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh" with huge goofy grin at the lady and I could tell she wasn't sure what to make of it. LOLOLOLOL I told her that was her "happy screech" and the waitress thought that was cute as can be.

So socially my baby has come right along.

They all agreed that music is a HUGE bright spot for Makily. She dances and "sings" and claps. I already knew that music was one of her favorite things. She goes CRAZY in the car. Her teacher Mrs. Byrd said that she discovered Makily likes rap, top 40 and Pop music. She is not too interested in "kid music" except Mr. Richard (she's seen him live maybe that's why?).

They all also agree that Makily struggles with transitions (she's always been that way since birth). She cries for them for about 15 minutes between physical activities (meaning things that are physically difficult for her). She only cries for about five minutes here at home so I think she is trying to "work them over". Her OT said eventually she calms and does what is required.

Speech says she is seeing Makily showing interest in mouth movements and trying to imitate certain things....but as always it's not a consistent thing. That makes it hard to gauge if she is doing certain things intentionally or if it was just a sporadic thing that she happened to do at that certain time.

We have struggled with this sort of thing with her for a while. She will have awesome days where she is RIGHT ON and so bright and then the next day she won't do the same task she did the day before.

It's confusing.

Her private speech therapist Elon and I have seen huge gains. She is using her PECS board in identifying objects (i.e. Makily show me the flower toy....Makily where is Spongebob?). We hope that one day she will be able to choose what she wants with the PECS board but we obviously need to make sure she can identify all the choices so that's the step we are in now. She is doing well with that. She will sign more when asked "Makily do you want more of your flower toy?....show me the sign or use your voice". She will either sign "more" or say "aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh" while clapping her hands. We have also recently seen that she is chewing and moving food around in her mouth SO well. Elon REALLY believes that if we can JUST get the turd to swallow she could at least eat enough for enjoyment purposes (we'll never be rid of the tube, I don't think so at least and that's okay, I can live with it). She chews and spits right now. Elon gave me some exercises to do with her mouth (using hot/cold on the back of her tongue to stimulate a swallow). I am not getting my hopes up but I also am not giving up on her either.

*sigh*

She is doing MUCH better with the oral aversions she has. I no longer have to practically hog tie her to brush her teeth. She lays there and let's me do it with no tantrum which saves TONS of time in the morning and I am SO grateful for.

PT is going to be turning into (well sort of already has) boot camp.

She is going to walk dammit.

SHE IS GOING TO WALK.

We have started making her stand to get her pants on, walking her to and from the van. They are walking her to and from the bathroom and activities at school. Once again Makily is difficult when it comes to walking. With a gait trainer she figures out she can sit in it (The Rifton Pacer) so she sits on the sling seat and tries to swing on the damn thing.

*sigh*

We just got a Crocodile from a friend (thanks Keely!) and so far she will stand at it but will not walk. She ONLY takes steps with you holding her under her arms OR holding her hands and nearly dragging her. She will take steps but begrudgingly....better with the right foot than with the left...bigger steps on that side and I don't know why. She can stand while holding on to something for long periods. She'll stand in her stander indefinitely. I am not sure why she is resisting so much when it comes to this. Is it her AFO's? Do they feel weird on her feet (it looks like it would feel weird to me)? Is she unsure of her balance? Is she just being spoiled? Lazy? Have we coddled her too much? This is yet another frustration there is to having a non-verbal child. I just wish she could tell me what is making it harder for her. I typically can figure out what is going on with her but in situations like this I am left scratching my head. How I wish I could get into this kid's head and walk around for a while, I think I could help her more if I just knew exactly how her mind works.

I don't know but whatever it is, we have to overcome it.

I NEED her to walk.

I NEED IT.

Yes that sounds selfish but when I look to the future I realize that Makily MUST be able to walk when she is older and weighs to much for me to carry. I have learned already that I need to save my back and physically need to keep up with MYSELF (which I have not been, that's a later post) or I will be regretting it later when she is bigger.

I had gotten really worried about her behaviorally.

Makily has always done well when we are out and about. Recently I started noticing she was not tolerating being out. In fact they're were like four times in a row that she was REALLY cranky the entire time I was out with her. With all going on with Maia (how I adore her, she stole my heart years ago) recently it was starting to worry me. Well I braved her out again twice the week and she WAS THE HAPPIEST little booger ever. I don't know, maybe she was just having a rough time before?

Everyone at the IEP agreed that Makily is just a love. That everyone that works with her can't help but fall in love with her. She's a joy and a sweetheart and that makes me so happy. They all raved about how cute she is and how they love that she has matching bows to most of her outfits. (Chontee when Bri starts school, they are all going to just DIE!)

So overall good things. I am looking to find a switch that we can use at the house so she can turn the TV on and off. She uses the computer at school to play music. It plays for a little bit and stops and she has to hit the screen to get it to come back on. She LOOOOVES TV (seriously, she's a couch potato) so I figure it will motivate her to start using a switch more at home.

Basically Makily will be getting all the services that I wanted to have for the next 12 months. I did not have to fight or argue for anything. That was nice. We JUST discussed goals for next year and NOT kindergarten (ugh, just the mention of kindy makes me stomach churn....Mamma don't like change and HOW THE HECK IS MY BABY OLD ENOUGH FOR KINDY?). She will get a new teacher and class and I am not terribly excited about that. Not because I don't like the teacher (I don't even know who it is) but because Makily has grown fond of Mrs. Byrd and Mrs. Leslie. They love her, she knows it, I KNOW IT and I hate to see her have to adjust to new people and say goodbye to the class that she has been in for the past two years. I'm sure I will bawl at her graduation from Pre-K. Might as well prepare for the flood now....it is going to be BAD.

sigh.

I'll leave you with a video of Makily in the van.

It shows how much she LOOOOVES music.

She really JAMS in the car.

I love this kid.

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Today leaving Walgreens.....



If you are handicapped can you really drive/ride a motorcycle?

I checked, he had no placard....not sure where he would hang it? Checked his tag too, no handicapped thing on that.

I'm just sayin.

More later if I have time, check back.

PS, Have I said lately how much I love my camera phone? Gives me TONS of blog material!

Our weekly occurance...

So maybe it's not weekly but it sure as hell is starting to feel like it.

Makily's button came out AGAIN.

I don't even get surprised anymore.

This time it was even more of a mess because we just had it sized and she went down to an 18fr.

Of course the ONLY spare I had was a 20 fr because that was what she had been in.

Insurance paid for the 18fr early because it was sized down.

So I had no spare.

BANG HEAD AGAINST WALL NOW.

So I go through my stash of buttons, I don't even have a "holy yet sterilized" 18 fr.

We decide in our panic to try and put the 20 fr BRAND NEW button that we had in.

It was BRAND NEW out of the package....remember that.

I take out the button our of the package, and as always I test the balloon.

Why do I test a balloon on a BRAND new button you might ask?

Because I don't trust the suckers.

Would you believe that this button RIGHT out of the package HAD A HOLE IN THE BALLOON?

If I didn't see it for myself, I wouldn't believe it.

So I go back through my stash and I do find ONE button that is a 20 fr that the balloon is actually still good on.

Allen being the awesome Daddy he is decides he will try to put this one in.
(usually I do all the button changing around here and he assists, I was proud of him that he volunteered to do it). I even warned him that this was a size up from what was in her tummy and he still said he would do it.

Well he tried and it was too big, would not go in.

My poor Makily. :-(

We gave up and just put back in the holy 18fr and taped it in her tummy.

Nice.

Obviously Makily can't go to school with a taped button in her tummy so she had to stay home yesterday.

Allen called Kendall Clark and expressed his disgust with our ongoing problem (again I was so proud because usually I am the one b*tching.....me b*tch?.....never.....LOLOL). They apologized again and they are overnighting a new one to us. I should get it today. That means that Makily is missing school again today because of this. This is the second time now that she has had to miss two days of school because of all these stupid button fiasco's.

I am calling AMT today. Someone that works for them actually suggested me calling them on one of my other blog entries. I figure what can we possibly lose in at least trying this brand of button. God knows if the balloons hold up better then it will be worth whatever amount we have to spend on the thing.

I am still not desperate enough to try that BARD button with the long obturator thingie.

Hopefully we won't have to resort to that.

Buying Dirty Panties.

**three entries today folks so keep reading!**

Now when I say dirty panties I don't REALLY mean dirty panties.

Who would buy those?

I mean lingerie.

Yes lingerie, have I gone too far on my blog again?

I dont like to call it lingerie, in fact I usually call it

LING GER REEE

That or of course "dirty panties".

So last week I went to go buy some dirty panties.

Now I am a 31 year old woman, married for eight years and I have two kids.

Still, buying "dirty panties" makes me feel like a 16 year old pimply faced boy going in buying condoms.

Not that I know what that would feel like, I've never been a 16 year old boy or bought condoms.

Work with me here okay?

I just feel like I am doing something wrong, like I'm not old enough to be buying that.

There is still a huge part of me that feels 13.........15 on a good day.

Mom are you totally cringing yet....I apologize in advance!

So I go to Bealls outlet to look for dirty panties. I tell myself in advance that I can't JUST buy dirty panties. I have to get something else too so it won't look like I was only there to buy dirty panties....even though I really was.

I pick out the dirty panties, hang them on the stroller that J was in. I immediately dedide hanging them like that is a NO GO. I mean dirty panties hanging off a baby stroller is wrong in so many ways right? So I open the umbrella part of the stroller and set them up there. Then I desparetly start looking for something else to buy so I can put that on top of the dirty panties and hide that I was buying them.

I told you I feel 13 at times.

I go to the kids section and try to find something for one of the kids. Then I realize that it would be weird to buy dirty panties AND kids stuff.

This is how my mind works people, I'm warped, I know.

So I look around my section and still I can't find anything to buy that will hide my dirty panties purchase. I continue sifting through clothes when I hear J squealing "mamammamamammamaaaa" so loudly. I look and he has somehow grabbed the side of my dirty panties off the top of the umbrella and is waving them happily in front of him.

GOOD GOD.

I give up, snatch my dirty panties from J and decide that I will buck up and be the 31 year old married woman I am and JUST buy the dirty panties and nothing else.

I walk up to the counter and there is just one person in front of me buying about 800 things. Great I'll be here forever meaning more people will see me buying only dirty panties......sigh.

Then like a beacon of hope, this lady walks into the store.

She asks if she can get the basket off the counter in front of me. She selects a pair of clearance earrings. I tell her since she just has the one item she can go ahead of me. She smiles and gets in front of me. Truth be told I only let her butt me so I could take her picture.

Here she is selecting her earrings.

While standing behind "curler lady" I realized something.

If she can come into Bealls Outlet at 1:00pm in the afternoon wearing her curlers to ONLY buy a pair of clearance earrings, then I SURE AS HELL can buy a pair of dirty panties and not feel any shame.

Thank you curler lady.

Tax Preparation NIGHTMARE.

Allen and I usually go to H&R Block for our taxes. We had some problems with them last year that resulted in us having to wait over three months to get our tax return. We had also been told that they had gone up DRAMATICALLY in price this year and were even charging an extra $29 JUST to have the IRS direct deposit your refund in your bank account.


So because of all those reasons we decided to take our business elsewhere.


I will not name where we went because at this point they have apologized, fired the idiot that did our taxes and say they will be doing our taxes for free next year. You can rest assured though that if our taxes aren't done free next year I will be blasting their name all over the Internet. I am supposed to be receiving a letter in the mail stating we will get free tax prep, if I don't get it, I will just be blasting their names sooner!



So here's the story.



Allen called the placed, we'll call them ABC taxes. He asked to make an appt and they said "we are slow today just walk in". So that is what we did. We got there and were the only people in the place. Here's how our initial interaction went, which by the way should have sent us running the other way. We wanted to get our taxes done RIGHT THEN though because Allen had to leave out the next day and we are greedy b*tches and want our money now! LOLOL



IDIOT AT DESK: Can I help you?



Me: Yes we need our taxes done.



IDIOT: Oh well our tax preparer just went to lunch.



Me: *dumbfounded look* ugh well you guys don't do anything BUT taxes here right...so....well we called and were told just to walk in without an appt.....is there really no one here that can do taxes, I'm confused.



IDIOT: Oh no I mean, ugh I can do taxes...is it easy?



Me: ......ugh.....I don't know, that's why I come here, I don't know how to do taxes and isn't that what YOU DO HERE?



IDIOT: Oh, i mean the EZ form.



Me: I don't know, I mean we are married filing jointly and itemizing.



IDIOT: Oh I can do that no problem, I just don't know how to do it if you are self employed the other preparer will be back from lunch though in like 15 minutes.



I had an uneasy feeling but again I just wanted to get it done so we stayed.



BIG MISTAKE.



We go to the back and the idiot enters our information into the computer. She looks at my measly 1099 from my freelance job with the newspaper. Seriously it was only $600 but I knew if I DIDN'T report it, it would bite me in the butt so of course we are reporting it. She has no clue what to do with it. I tell her what it's for, she again looks lost.



sigh



She says "let me call".



This began a long process of calling some woman across town.



She hangs up and says "I am going to fax this to her so she can look at it and tell us what to do with this". She faxes the form.



STRANGE.



She continues inputting our information in the computer. I tell her that Allen gets a deduction for being a truck driver called Per Diem. It's a daily rate he gets for being over the road that is supposed to cover meals, expenses etc. Last year we got a nearly $11K deduction for it so obviously this is NOT something we can just NOT use as a deduction.



She has no idea what this is and looks at me serious as day and says "so is it a work related expense"?



SERIOUSLY?



I just looked at her like the moron she is and said "uhm yeah".



I tell her that it's in the tax book they should have. She gets up and aimlessly looks for "the book". Tells me that there is a guy that works there that comes in every day and just reads that book.....she does not know what he did with it.



WHO JUST READS THAT BOOK FOR FUN?



She again calls across town to ask what the per Diem is. The woman on the phone tells her and then explains that it's $42/day...which is WRONG. Allen gets $54/day because it's based on WHERE YOU TRAVEL TO, and NOT where you actually live. They were looking at the rate for our town and NOT for TEXAS where he goes to every week.



sigh



I explain this to the idiot and she goes on a search for her book again.



**shaking my head**



She finds the book and then says I will have to help her find the page.



I did.



She says "oh look you are right it IS $54 a day"!



REALLY?



We had other deductions for medical, mortgage interest, home owners insurances and taxes.



Now JUST the total for our mortgage interest and Allen's per Diem was nearly $18k in deductions right?



She gets to the end of the form and says:



"okay your itemized deductions equal $15K".



I put my head on the desk and say immediately "NO THAT'S WRONG".



She goes BACK and shows me that she input all the deductions.



I say "yes, i see you put that in but if you add JUST our mortgage interest and per Diem it's MORE than that", ADD IT UP".



She says "oh yeah".



Then of course she says "let me call".



I almost said "look if I wanted the person across town to do my taxes, I would have gone across town you moron".



Instead I kept reminding myself that I need to be more patient, that God is ALWAYS testing my patience so I held that in.



I also kept thinking that the tax prep person at lunch would be back any moment and that the idiot would have someone else that could take over and do it for her.



She calls the woman who starts saying that with your medical deduction the first 7% is taken off....WHICH I HAD ALREADY TOLD the idiot myself. She begins to tell me this and I say I KNOW THAT, forget the medical altogether, if you don't count that at all you're still wrong just add the per Diem and mortgage interest and you get more than $15k!!!!!!!!



She tells this to the woman on the phone whom then tells her to email her our return and she will look at it.



sigh



I am really pissed at this point.



Then she calls the woman back and asks about the 1099 from my freelance job. They argue back and forth about whether or not it was faxed. Then I say "how bout you just fax it to her again"?



She does.



A few minutes later the lady across town calls, says she fixed our return and that she just emailed the corrected version back. She also explained the 1099 to the idiot. I am thinking FINALLY we are good to go...right?



WRONG.



The idiot tries to open up the corrected tax return and because they already had an open return with Allen's social security number it would not let her open it. She gets two other people to come over and try to help her figure it out. I am STEAMING now. Allen is just shaking his head. J is wiping lollipop on Allen (yes we gave him a dumb dumb to calm him....don't hate, sometimes you get desperate) and crying because we have been there forever and it's his nap time. Thankfully we had let Makily visit with Granny or she would have been screaming too.



They tried a few things to get the corrected return to come up with NO luck. She calls the lady across town AGAIN and says she can't get it to come up. She starts writing some numbers. When she hangs up she tells us that the lady in the other office is going to print the return, fax it to her, then we can sign it, find out what we are getting back and pay them.



I ask how much in deductions the lady across town came up with when she "fixed" the return. It was $21K...which was correct and what I had come up with myself. So had I not pointed out to the idiot that she was wrong we would have missed out on $6K+ in deductions.



NICE.



They fax over the return that says we are getting back and NICE refund. In fact the most we have ever gotten. It was also what I had figured up in my head so I felt confident about what the woman across town had done.



Then the idiot drops the bomb.



She tells me that our bill for today is:



$353.00



My head flew off my body. The patience I had been so desperately trying to maintain well....it flew out of me when my head came off.



I WENT OFF.



I started yelling at her.



shameful, I know.



I said:



"ARE YOU CRAZY"???? We just sat here for over an hour, with you calling someone across town to do our taxes, you needed ME to tell you what to do, messed up on your deductions, we just sat through this circus you call tax prep and NOW YOU WANT ME TO PAY $353"!!!!!!!!


She pulls out this coupon and says she will give us $20 off.

I laughed.

In her face.

*shameful*

I said "gee thanks, that is still ridiculous when you had NO IDEA what you were doing".

To which she replied "well I wanted to make sure I got this right for you, you itemized so there are lots of forms to file and I am giving you $20 off, do you want me to call the other office and see if I can get it down another $30"?

I told her to keep her stinking $30, just finish the return, I wanted to get out of there. If I didn't need my taxes done RIGHT THEN I would just leave with all my crap.

So Allen and I paid $333 to get our taxes done by a moron and a woman in ANOTHER office 10 miles away.

HOW DO WE ALWAYS END UP IN SITUATIONS LIKE THIS?

I swear we always do.

I called the owner who I later found out was the woman across town. She apologized profusely for the idiot and told me she fired her later that day. Personally I think she should have called me and apologized herself (the owner) but maybe that's asking for a lot. We worked out that she will be sending me a letter to take in next year to get our taxes for free. I'll let you know when and if I get said letter.

MUCH to blog.

I plan on doing at least two entries today so check back. I have much to catch up on here. Sorry I havent been blogging like I usually do. It's been a busy, emotional week and I am trying to catch my breath.

**This may be removed so read fast**

When a child is in foster care the courts assign a "goal" to them. J's goal has always been "reunification with a parent". They added the goal of TPR (termination of parental rights) long ago.

His goal just changed.

The goal is now "TPR/Adoption".

The court has DROPPED the goal of reunification with a parent.

This is a good thing for us. I can't help but feel a bit sad for J though. Once again conflicting feelings on my part. I feel bad for J because I fear that one day he will think he wasnt good enough or important enough to fight for. That is so far from the truth and I just pray that I can show him how much Allen and I and really our entire family has fought for him. How much we love him and how much we want him to be a forever part of our family. He is worth every single second of worry and heartache we have felt in this journey with him. I wouldnt take a second of it back.

That being said I am now told they're are several family members that have popped out of the wood work.

He's 14 months old.

Where were they before now?

Nice.

I have my reasons but I do not know how true and really how many family members have come forward at this time.

I was told that a few were contacted and they said "I love him but he is in a wonderful place where he is happy and bonded, I can't give him what they are giving him and I will not take him away from that".

That makes me cry and feel really awesome at the same time.

So while we are one step closer to adopting our son, we have this new "thing" that we have to worry about.

Once again I refuse to let this consume me. I can't control this, I only can love J and give him the best possible life while he is with us.

It is up to God what happens in the end.

Updates

Hope everyone had a HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY.

Allen is such a wonderful husband. I really just adore him and I am so blessed that he is my husband. He bought me THREE DOZEN roses, chocolates and made my FAVORITE dinner. It was surely a romantic evening at the Caldwells. :-)

Makily has been trying to get sick for what seems like a month now. She was up most of Saturday night coughing, hacking and gagging. She is not running a fever but she has more snot then she knows how to manage. Suctioning her is a nightmare these days. She acts like you have broken her arm when you do it, then all the crying produces even MORE snot so it's almost not even worth doing it.

sigh

There's no school today so we kept her home. She seems somewhat better this morning. I will be happy with the cold/flu/winter season is over. She always struggles this time of year with colds. I am just thankful that we went an ENTIRE YEAR last year without pneumonia. THAT'S A HUGE MILESTONE! *knock on wood*

Little J started walking. It's the cutest thing ever. Only five or six steps here and there but he is doing it and it's so cute. He's this little tiny guy walking.

I'll admit the first time he did it I cried. Happy and sad tears. Happy for obvious reasons but sad because I have yet to see my Makily walk without anyone helping her.

I still haven't given up on that. I don't plan on it either.

More stuff going on in J's case this week. As always I can't give details but when things start happening with that I get SUPER nervous. I am trying to stay as calm as possible but it's not always easy. I have been as "hands off" with his case as I can possibly be lately. I just really have felt like God is telling me to "get out of the way" and so I am desperately trying to stay OUT of the way. Pray for me on this.

We got our taxes done last week. WHAT A FIASCO! I plan on posting the entire story this week so stay tuned for that. I can't even begin to tell you what a CIRCUS it ended up being. I am starting to wonder how Allen and I end up in situations like that! I seriously kept sitting there going "seriously...Allen is this happening"? He just kept looking down and shaking his head.

Good times.

How to wait in line at Walmart 101.

Seriously someone needs to write a curriculum and teach a class.

I am SO tired of Walmart these days I could scream. I go to the check out counter KNOWING there is going to be some sort of hold up. Either the clerk is older than dirt, the people in front of me are morons, they have to switch clerks when I get up there or do a cash drop with the manager.

IT NEVER FAILS PEOPLE......AND IT DRIVES ME INSANE I TELL YOU.

So I go to Walmart on Thursday.

I had this toy to take back because we got three of them for the kids for Christmas. I go to the "customer treat you like crap service desk" .

I wait in line because God knows that line is always RIDICULOUS.



This chick walks up and stands NEXT to me, not behind me.


I do not know her, she smiles at me and stands there.


For a split second I thought I might know her since she is standing next to me and is so close.

Here she is, yes I took a picture of her, I look in front of her but I assure you I was not, I had to hold the phone out pretty far so she couldn't tell I was taking her picture! LOLOLOL



Then I realized this idiot does not know how to stand in a line.


Each time we moved up, she moved up and was still RIGHT NEXT TO ME.


Not BEHIND me where she belonged but next to me.


The 3rd grader in me is screaming "no cuts" but I held it in. When we would move up I would try to inch as far ahead of her as possible without being obvious but she just kept standing NEXT TO ME....like a little leach.

Now everyone else getting in line was standing BEHIND me.


It reminded me a little of Dane Cook's rules for cutting in line.
(while HILARIOUS the above link has cussing and some crudeness just a warning)


FINALLY we (me and my new friend) get to the front of the line.


I am thinking


"this lady better not go to the next available counter or I am so going off on her".


When the clerk said next I BOLTED to her and left my new found friend in the dust.


So rule number one for waiting in line at Walmart:


Stand BEHIND the person that is LAST in line. Do not stand next to them and especially NOT in front of them. Also leave at least three feet between you and said person. Standing just inches from them IS ALSO NOT APPROPRIATE and could get you a black eye.



ISN'T THIS COMMON SENSE?



I shopped a little after the leach lady incident.

I had to pick Makily up at 2:05 and so around 1:30 I go to the check out. Car line does not really even move until 2:12 so I had PLENTY of time.

The lines were are LOOONG (surprise) and so I decided to go to one of the self check out lanes. There was only one person scanning their stuff in front of me.

It was a lady on a motorized cart with basket on the front and her husband.

He scanned several items then started putting DIMES in the machine for payment.

DIMES?

REALLY?

He finishes paying after about 3 million dimes and then I notice he starts scanning more crap.

Strange.

He pays AGAIN with change and I am thinking "finally it's my turn".

OH NO, boy was I WRONG.

His wife on the motorized cart gets up and starts scanning cat food that was in her little basket.

She scans about 20 cans, then pays with cash into the little machine. Her husband stops her at one point to tell her he wants to get rid of all his change and to use that instead. An argument then ensues while I stand there FUMING at the fact that these idiots are on their THIRD transaction, paying with CHANGE and I am STILL waiting.

Finally she wins and pays totally with cash. Then she walks back to her basket where I see her putting MORE CRAP up on the belt.

Now I am PISSED.

She scans that stuff pays with a card.

She does this THREE MORE TIMES.

My head was about to fly off of my body at this point.

The line had gotten ridiculously long behind me at this point. I could not stand another second so I started complaining to the equally annoyed lady behind me. Nothing like complaining about an idiot at Walmart to bring two strangers together.

FINALLY the lady gets to her last item which literally was a pack of paper.

I am not kidding.

She scans it, and when she tried to pay for it, her card was declined.

The reason for my insanity.



GOD PLEASE TAKE ME NOW!!!!

She scanned it twice more and was declined both times. Then her husband happily pulls out his change and they pay with about 5 hundred dimes.

Someone PLEASE explain to me WHY do people do this. Why on earth would they have had 800 different transactions?

Rule Number Two

When in line at Walmart if paying with check, have check out, drivers license number written on it and made out (unless your gonna let them make it out on their computer thingie), don't just stand there reading the magazines when people are in line behind you. If you are paying with your card.....SCAN your card WHILE waiting for the clerk to finish checking you out. This saves EVERYONE on time and you will make a friend with the person behind you. DON'T EVER send your child back to go get the bag of cookies or okay ANYTHING after you have been totally checked out. THAT IS BEYOND RUDE and since YOU forgot the item THEN YOU should have be the one inconvenienced by going back in the store and getting back in line, NOT THE PERSON WAITING PATIENTLY BEHIND YOU! If something is on sale and you notice you didn't get your discount...if it's less than twenty five cents GET OVER IT. Don't hold up an entire line over a quarter...PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD AND THE SANITY OF PEOPLE LIKE ME FOLLOW THESE RULES!


FYI, I realize that rule number two had about 500 rules in it but I went off on a tangent.

Forgive me?

Awards, Awards!

Over the past couple of months I have won THREE...yes count em....THREE awards.

The first was from MICHELLE AT DAILY GRIND GONE MAD.


The second was from Andrea at The H Blog


The third was from FosterMomtoMany at Postcards from Insanity.



I have not posted about them because honestly I have had so much chaos going on that I just hadnt got the chance!

I am taking this moment to THANK YOU LADIES for these PRESTIGIOUS AWARDS.

I would also like to thank Walgreens for having such moronic employees and ridiculous policies so that I have something to write about.

I warm thank you to the tiny Mexican men that hit on me constantly. It is because of the repeated awkard moments in Walmart and various other department stores that I can come to my blog and share these embarrasing moments with the world.

I would like to also extend warm appreciation to Kendall Clark the makers of the Mic-Key button. Your recent faulty batch of Mic-Key buttons have caused me to loose my mind, spend hundreds of dollars and cause my kid undue pain. You gave me something more to bitch about so I guess this award is also in thanks to you.

In conclusion I will leave you with a link to one of my older posts.

I wrote it back in 2006!

I've been blogging that long!?

It's one of my favs and highlights the most embarrasing moment of my life.

I hope you enjoy.

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