Better Off Not Knowing

A few nights ago the four of us were sitting around talking when Dillon comes out with "Hey sister, remember that time you pushed that kid down the slide at McDonalds?" Sister immediately replies "DILLON SHHHHHH." I glance at Chris and he gives me the I don't know, do you know eyebrow raise. So, Sis came clean. In a nutshell, when they were probably 6 years and 3 years (?) they were on the playset at McDonalds when a bigger boy blocked the slide and was refusing to let kids through. So, Masen, being Masen, tells him to get out of her way and he agrees, but tells her that Dillon is too little and HE can't slide. That is when my beautiful, dainty, ballet loving girl took a lesson from the Ron White school of debate and instead of discussing the situation, shoved the kid down the slide. Now, when she is telling me this, I picture the kid sitting down with his feet in the slide and mouthing over his shoulder. Not the case. Apparently he was STANDING with his back to the slide, arms and legs spread across the opening. Little Miss Sunshine took her right foot and kicked him in the stomach, folding him in half like a washcloth and sent him down the slide backward and butt first.

What did she have to say for herself?

Shoulder shrug, "He left us alone".

Mission accomplished.

My Kids Have A New Obsession

Dear Aunt Bean

I am going to place that cowbell in a place where only the airport screeners will find.

Lots of love,

Me.

Replay

Somewhere on this blog I have a post about trying to refill my Rx at the Choctaw clinic last year. So I really shouldn't have been surprised when the time came to refill again and the process went less than smoothly. It went something like this:

Phone call to clinic: My prescription has expired and I need to get it cleared.
Clerk: OK, the next appointment is Sept. 13th.
Me: Well, I know I should have called sooner, but I am needing it cleared before then. (I withdraw badly on this med.)
Clerk: Sorry.
Me: Is there not something that can be done?
Clerk: (sigh) I'll leave a note for Dr. X's nurse.
Me: Thank you.

NEXT DAY

Phone call to clinic: I left a message for Dr. X's nurse yesterday about my Rx.
Clerk: Ok I'll transfer you.
(transfer...ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring...you see where this is going)

NEXT DAY

Phone call to clinic: I need to talk to Dr. X's nurse, please.
Different Clerk: I'm sorry he is on vacation until the first of August.
Me: SERIOUSLY???

I go through the entire explanation again. She transfers me to the Adult Care desk.

Me: (Explanation AGAIN)
Clerk: Well, the only thing you can do since you will have to see a different doctor is come in tomorrow at 8:00 am and try to get seen as a walk-in.
Me: Ok, thank you. (I was SOOO calm it was scary to even me! HA)

8:00 AM NEXT DAY

At check in desk: Go through story again.
Clerk: Ok, I will make you an appointment for 2:00 pm today.
Me: Oookkkk, can I not stay and try to see someone now?
Clerk: Sorry, they are in meetings til noon. Someone should have told you.
Me: (still SURPRISINGLY calm) Ok, thank you.

2:00 PM SAME DAY

Sitting in waiting room after checking in my phone rings. It is the clinic calling to tell me...oh wait...you are already here...I'll come out to get you. Click. Nurse appears: I am so sorry, but they scheduled you for a doctor who isn't even here today. There is nobody here that can see you today but if you come back tomorrow at 8:20 am, we will work you in.

ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME!!??!!??!!

What else was there to do? I said Thank You and came back the next morning. Refill cleared. Happy pills for everyone!!

The One Where Our Waitress Teaches My Daughter An Altered Curse Word

Yesterday I had a doctors appointment. (Getting this appointment is a post in itself, but you'd be proud of me, not one explosive temper tantrum!!) The appointment was early so afterward I promised the kiddos breakfast. After a vote we went to Dennys, where Dillon proceeded to eat enough for three adults. I am not kidding, he ate the All American Slam AND tried to kype his sister's hash browns. But the story here is our waitress, burning her finger, yelling SON OF A (pause) BISQUIT EATER. For some reason this sent Masen into hysterics. She laughed until tears came. Then she took a deep breath and laughed some more. For the rest of the day anytime you said the word "bisquit" she would dissolve into giggles. I guess I can thank the waitress when I am called to school because my daughter says...S.O.B.E.

I'll blame it on Chris.

For My Brother In Law

If this doesn't get him in trouble....I don't know what will!!

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That was my tarzan yell. Want to hear it again?

50 Years

Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad