Power Package

Now, I've already vented a lot about my stupid work transportation issues, but the problem still exists.
I've been renting cars for two months now. And after getting a minivan (seriously, I am not a minivan person and vow NEVER to own one) I asked the rental people how to go about getting a nice little car rather than the Mormon Mom mobile. They provided me with inside information - make sure the reservation says "intermediate" and all will be well. And just in case that doesn't work, I flirt incessantly with the one rental boy so he will notice I am not a minivan woman and give me the fabulous cars I deserve.
NOT SO today! The flirt boy wasn't around, so I was stuck with some other random guy who doesn't even crack a smile. As I proceed to my rental I ask if there is cruise control - nope. I ask for a different car with cruise control, stating I had to drive over 300 miles. Not a single car in the parking lot (ok, there were only six) had cruise control. I was annoyed, and I made my annoyance known. The random guy said, "at least you got power windows". WOW! I was so happy I almost started jumping up and down - because really how many times on the freeway do I need to roll down the windows.

Only in the Sunlight!

This is the funniest commercial I have seen in a long time.

Nothing.....Silly

I'm just sitting at work thinking, should I post something today? Then I realized I have had a very dull week since the last posting. I ended up with another dreadful cold. This time it included a sore throat, which was not a nice change from the last cold. And since I was on antibiotics twice in the last month I decided I would avoid getting on them once more. Instead I downed throat lozenges like candy and whined my way through the day. I'm not sure why I have been cursed with numerous colds this year and choose to blame it on the flu shot. (Now I know it isn't responsible, but the only other thing to blame it on is The Pickle or Eugene, and they don't deserve that!)
In other news, I've spent hours (and I'm not even exaggerating this time) preparing for a court hearing today. And the guy didn't even have the decency to show up. He told me he would fight me and that I would look "silly" at court. Then he can't even find the time to show up and prove me wrong. Now, I would prefer to not have to fight this battle - court excites me with all the power and control, but it also makes me anxious and sweaty. I do not need anxiety at this time (or excessive sweat for that matter) in my life :) Anyway, the judge comes and says, we can continue or we can enter a default - my attorney said default. Who's looking silly now?!

Best Guesser Ever!

Today at work they had a Valentine's Potluck. I didn't sign up, mostly because I don't know the people in my section (really W is the only person I need to interact/associate with, well and my supervisor.... but she annoys me so I try not to associate with her) and the food was suppose to be red or pink. All that was left on the sign-up sheet were main dishes, and I couldn't think of anything red or pink. Well except for lasagna or spaghetti and they really aren't the most portable of dishes. So I was my usual avoidant self and didn't sign up or respond to e-mails, thus ending with me not attending.

No such luck. We had staff meeting this morning and were highly encouraged to attend. (W and I kind of consider ourselves the red-headed step children of the office, they feel bad because they banished us to the basement and never interact with us). Anyway, we went. And the food was ok - you never know what to expect since it is potluck and people bring the randomest things. Especially when they are suppose to be pink or red.

The best part of the entire thing was where we had to guess how much candy was in a jar. One guy was trying to be all mathematical and multiplying and such. Me not so much, I just looked at it and said 63. W laughed and told me I was way off. Well who's laughing now...... I won! The correct answer was 62. Goes to show you my guesser is in tip-top shape :)

Behold my winnings...... (some are missing because I was kind and shared them with my real work family - the maintenance crew!)

I'm Just Saying.....

Sometimes hero's ride the short bus!

Sockless....

It has been SO warm in Salt Lake for the past couple of weeks. I have slowly started getting out my slip-on shoes and going without socks.... and I have loved it. In my mind it is spring and I keep willing the Weather People to go along with me.
Well, today they played a big, fat, stupid joke on me and made it snow. Luckily after pulling out of the garage (at 7:00am - I hate this job!) I realized the rain was pretty heavy, so I pulled back in and went to get my winter coat. But I didn't change my shoes - yep, had on some of those glorious clogs without socks.
By the time I picked up the rental car huge flakes were flying. Things were getting worse by the minute....
I still thought I would be ok because I only had one visit in Provo (actually up Provo Canyon) and it was still early in the storm. NOPE! After finding the house (and almost sliding to my death along the highway) I got stuck in the foot and a half of fresh powder - in the dumb rental car.
So I hauled my sockless self out and started digging the car out. After fifteen minutes of uselessness, the grandfather (who had also gotten stuck further up the snow-covered driveway) said I could head inside and he would continue to try and clear the snow.
Thirty minutes later, the snow was somewhat cleared but I was still stuck. Just for future reference, using a window scraper to try and dig yourself out of the snow doesn't really work. Another 20 minutes later and some much needed pushing from the grandpa and I was on my way.
I think I may have ended up with frostbite on my poor toes.... Guess I had better pull back out the winter boots - stupid Weather People!

Proper Dental Care

So I'm not sure if I notice teeth related things because I had my own ripped out, or if I just notice random things. I like to think it is the latter, but you never know.
Yesterday as I was driving down the street (without my own front teeth) an old white bearded man behind me was brushing his teeth. Seriously, I wanted to pull to the side of him and take a picture but didn't think it possible. I even thought about honking and forcing him to the side of the road to comment, but thought again about that (remember I did read a lot in graduate school about murderers and killers, best to avoid random contact with strange men....) Instead I just sat staring in my rear view mirror with awe at this old guy brushing his teeth, in a new minivan nonetheless. Wonder where he was off to?
Crap, I should have followed him.....

I have an eye for detail

So I had some minor (ok, it actually was major, but I don't like to talk about it) dental surgery last week. After taking a long nap, to allow the anesthesia to wear off, I headed to the pharmacy to pick up some drugs - one of which was a pain killer that I thought I might need/enjoy (don't judge me!)
I dropped off the prescriptions and was told it would be about an hour. I returned about 50-55 minutes later and found they hadn't even entered my prescriptions in the computer. So they said they would hurry and get them done.
I sat down to wait, and the craziness started....
First, this older guy came in and spoke with the pharmacist about how the pills they gave him were wrong. He said he has 'an eye for detail' and the last pills he had were more 'saucer' shaped. The pharmacist repeatedly told him they were the exact same pills. The guy next to me was laughing his head off and said the entire interaction made his day - I told him the pills were probably anti-psychotics!
Second, the pharmacy tech called me up and stated my sister was on the phone. I just stared at him and stated I didn't have a sister - in which he just stared back. Now, I do have three sister-in-laws, but none of them knew I was at the pharmacy. His response was sorry, I must have heard wrong. WHAT?!
And then, after waiting 20 minutes, the pharmacy tech came and asked how to spell my name. I told her and she apologized for the wait and stated she had entered everything wrong. Now this pissed me off... the prescriptions had the correct spelling of my name, my ID has the correct spelling of my name (which she looked at) and I had filled prescriptions there two weeks previous with the correct spelling. There is no excuse for stupid people that don't pay attention to details.
I really thought something had happened during the surgery and I ended up in some parallel universe.
Eventually it took me waiting 30 minutes to get the prescriptions. I don't think I will be visiting that fine establishment again.