There is a new teller at the bank.
I hate when there is a new teller.
I mean she was nice enough and all but, sigh.

First of all, She did not even say the "How are you today?" thing. I passed the business deposit to her and she grabbed it up quick and went straight to the computer and click, click, click, "Here you go."
Then I passed my nicely signed and thumbprinted paycheck along with my drivers license under the window. She asks "Are you currently banking with someone else?".
I say "No."
Then she says ever so cleverly "What can I do to get you to open a checking account with us?"
To which her little partner in crime says "I've been trying for years to get her to open an account, and she won't do it."
Then they have the gall to say "Thanks for supporting our christmas party!" Meaning the effing $5 bucks I spend to cash my check at the bank the check is drawn from is helping them to buy a cake that noone eats and some tinsel for a party that these two same girls might just end up kissing each other!
Not likely but...

New teller then says "How do you pay your bills if you don't have an account?"
To which I shocked them by saying that I have no bills.
No credit cards, no loans, no car payments, no phone contracts, nothing that I have to mail anything. I pay all my "bills" with cash. Really! My babysitter, cash. My groceries, cash. My cell phone, (prepaid phone card) cash. Gas, cash. Storage, cash. Car repairs, cash. Rent, yep, cash.
I don't have to worry about being overdrawn, late payments, filing fees, annual fees, set up fees, or fee fees. (Hee Hee! fee fees)

They did not even call be by my name when I left. How can I open an account with people who don't even know my name and I am there every day on my lunch break. I hate new tellers! They make me feel like an irresponsible citizen. "No checking account and they still allow you to dwell with the commoners? The horror!"

-sigh-

Just what you wanted to know...

Here are some facts about me...

one. I really hate to see any kind of road kill. I say a little prayer everytime I see something dead in the road and I hope that they went quickly. I always pull off the side of the road to move a turtle. God bless them little guys!

two. I haven't a clue on how to put on makeup or do my hair. I just copy what I see other people doing. I'm positive I am doing it wrong!

three. Every paper that my boss gives to me, I have to unstaple it and streighten out the papers then staple them back together. Every. Single. One.

four. I love to give directions. I am really good at giving directions. People tell me I gve good directions. I even like to say the word "directions".

five. I get shocked when its cold out. Both emotionally and physically! I go through this weird "touch metal" thing every fall and winter. And I never touch metal without wincing first.

six. Lately I have this undying urge to "spit" on my co-workers Harley. I don't know where this urge comes from but I will most likely do it. Maybe tomorrow, however I am terrified I will be caught!

seven. I like blue ink pens way more than black ink pens. Does this make me racist?

eight. I am a pimple picker! I can't help it. Some people are and some aren't, I definatly are!

nine. I just found out I may be anemic. Look it up I had to. I think the iron deficiency fits me best.

ten. I am a friend instead of a mother to the boys. No secret there.

eleven. Eating is considered a hobby for me. I love to taste food!

twelve. If I had another child (or pet for that matter) its name will be Rocket Science. Just 'causeI can!

So there you have it. Twelve things you never knew about Heather. err Tallyho..Whatever.

This is a post I found that had not been posted. circa Nov 07

The boys have been asking me for a dog or a cat. This is the longest we have gone without having a pet in the house. Last night I had a dream about us getting a couple of puppies. And by a couple I mean twelve! There were two Huskies (Feretts fav) and a beagle. A Collie, A King Charles, Three weiner dogs, A Mastif, A Great Dane, A Cocoa Lab, and Sader (our Afaghan that passed away this summer). Wow, that many dogs..err Puppies in the house was not as crazy as I thought it would be. But I knew for sure it was a dream cause the boys were actually taking care of them. Feeding them and playing with them. Unfortinatly in real life taking care of a pet would be neglected just as all the other chores in the house like taking out the garbage. I can't seem to get my point across to the boys that chores are not optional. They are a part of living in my house. You are responsible for maybe two or three things and thats it. Work in progress I guess.



Last night the boys had a special guest at their Boy Scout meeting. Mr. Bill O'Quinn came down from Virginia to talk to them about Summer Camp. He mapped out some great thing for the boys to vote on. They would set up camp and do merit badges and visit civil war sites for about three weeks in June. I would have loved to hear all the important parts but I had Baby with me and he was being a three year old. Making all kinds of car noises and running around.

There are two pianos in the meeting place and he always wants to play on them, but he is strickly told not to touch. I ended up taking him outside for most of the meeting. While I was out there one of the other parents were talking to me. He asked me if I had watched the Dog Whisperer. I hadn't. He then went on to say that I should watch it and use some of the skills on the kids to keep them under control. Wow is it that obvious that my kids run all over me. Later on that night I ended up putting the leash on Baby. He was running all over the place. I finally remembered about my secret stash of bubbles. Wahlah! Peace at last. He was so busy catching bubbles that he forgot to be a pain in the butt for a few minutes.



Did I tell you the Scout will be getting his Life rank badge at the next Court of Honor? And if he does his ten mile bike hike, Ferret will get his second class rank badge. I am so proud of them.



Speaking of court (heh heh heh) Scout went in front of the judge and pleaded not guilty and then asked for a public defender. His next court date is Dec 26th. Yeah, the day after Christmas!

Hey, Hey, Hey!

I had a good Turkey Day!

I had a thought that maybe I ought to cook something for the event so I asked my Grandma if she still had some of our favorite recipies. I found the one I wanted, Banana Split Cake, in her little cook book. She's 92 and does not cook anymore. She mentioned to me that her favorite one was the cream cheese cake. I checked our pantry for the staple foods and headed to the grocery store. It cost me $45.00 to make one 9 x 13 cheese cake and three pie sized BSC's. My Grandma still has not had any of her cake yet. I'm not really bothered by it. I really enjoyed making it and it tastes great.

The three boys and I went to my brother Kevin's house and rubbed elbows with his wife's family who really had no idea why I was there. I mean really, I was there for about four hours and when I was leaving people were asking me my name for christ sakes! And there were not that many people there. Thirteen adults including myself, and thirteen kids. I spent a majority of the time with the kids. Although I did get to sit at the big peoples table when it was time to actually eat! And when it was time for desert I proudly placed my BSC (pie) on the table next to the pumpkin and cherry pies that someone else had brought. It did pretty well. What ever was left I brought home and Scout ate in the car.

I also brought the game that I made from scratch. I think its called ladder golf. Anyway when I presented it to the kids they all grabbed the balls and flung them at each other and at the game thing. Most of the raquet balls flew apart but the golf balls were intact. I found one adult to play with me and he won. He was Paul who is now married to Shalom who is Rita's sister who is my brother Kevin's wife. (whew) So he is my sister-in-law's brother-in-law! Yeah that's it!

I did not do any shopping on Friday, really bummed about that!. Saturday I did laundry and Sunday I took Baby on a nature walk and we found all kinds of need animals and bugs and trees. He had to be carried a couple of times but it was ok. Then we saw an art show on tenth ave. So we found a parking spot and strolled over there. He was so good at not touching anything! Thank God! The least expensive item was $45 bucks. Then we walked over to the Train Depot. Its now a Museum, cause we don't have any trains that come down here. They have a small kid sized train that goes around the building and when I showed it to Baby he almost freaked. He was so excited. They were not running the kids train either, he was just excited about the tracks! We walked all the way around. Chug chug chugging! He liked the real trains too, there are three of them. Anyway then we went home and the boys wanted to go to the beach so we went just as the sun was setting and that was my holiday weekend!

Ta Ta for now!

I found this post that had not been posted circa 07

I am a procrastinator. Call me The Pro Crasti-nator. I will put stuff off like no other.

It will get me fired I'm almost sure of it. I know that when the first of the month comes around I need to tell the big boss man that we need to pay the rent. Either by handing him the Payable list or just a note with some scribbling on it. Either way he needs to be told. Period. Just tell him. Let him know whats up. give him the what for. Even write the check and have him sign it.



I can not seem to get the words out. It's like he is always doing something more important that gets in the way of me telling him.

Brad has come and gone. And like I have said before he was a breath of fresh air. He's always joking and telling stories that you want to hear. We were all watching tv one night and Mom asked who one of the charecters were. He told her it was Tom Cruise when it was actually Vince Vaughn. Then he kept doing it with all the people. Really funny when Mom realised what was going on.
We all went to Kevin's house on Sunday for a bar-b-Q (see someone did invite me!).
Baby went to see his Dad on Saturday and I spent all day outside making a game to bring to Kevin's house. I made a ladder golf game. Kind of a cross between horseshoes and bean bags (kinda). Anyway the game was all set and then on Sunday morning I find out that we are going about 1pm. Then it was changed to 4pm. It gets dark about 5:30 now and so I did not think we would get to play my game. Anyway we finally get out there and Kevin starts cooking right away and I never brought the game out of the car. So we ate steaks and baked potatoes and a salad and visited for a while then went home.
The first night Brad was at the house he blew up the air bed and was in the living room. Baby of course wanted to sleep on the new bed with him. I had closed my eyes and was falling asleep when I hear a lot of giggling. All of a sudden a pillow comes flying at me and I roll over to see Baby and Brad hiding behind their pillows and Baby laughing. I said " Baby did you throw a pillow at me?" and he points at Brad and giggles some more. They did it one more time with the same result, only with more laughing. Really funny!

I can't stand bad waiters or waitresses. I took Brad, Dad and the boys to a family resturant where lots of baseball teams end up after the games. Anyway, we started off pretty good, she did forget to bring out our drinks and she forgot the chocolate milk for baby. Then finally the food came and either she didn't write it down or the cook didn't cook it but she didn't bring out baby's food. Nothing. Nada. When she did realise what happened she made it seam like they forgot the plate in the kitchen. Ten full minutes later she comes out with it. Just sets it on the table and says nothing. So we bring the boys to the table and by that time Baby was a little restless. But we got him settled. While the boys ate Dad ordered a draft beer and the boys ordered refills. Took her six minutes to fill the order. She gives Dad a bottle (not a draft) and she gives Baby a sprite cause she thought thats what he should have. What, wait isn't that my Baby your talking about. Why would you change his drink. I was beyond mad at this point. Dad was going to pay with his credit card but I just threw some cash on the table and we left. Errrrr! Stupid people, I mean really if I wanted that kind of service I would have served myself!

Well Grandmas home again. She went into the hospital on Saturday and she was pissed that we made her go. She's 92 and she was having a hard time getting from one place to another without getting short of breath. Mom called the ambulance and Grandma fought and cursed us for it. She had some fluid in her lungs and her blood suger was out of wack.

Mom and Dad were visiting her on Sunday and when they came home Mom said that G-ma is "loosing it". She thoughtshe was at a hotel and wanted Mom to stay with her at the hotel. She was worried about her money in her purse. (Oh, wait she always is worried about her money) Anyway she was apparently saying all kinds of odd things and we could not figure out if it was the meds or old timers. (like that? ; ))

On Monday I had to go to Scout's school for a review of his IEP and on the way home I stopped by the Hospital to see her. She looked great and was in good spirits. Then she started to tell me that on Sunday night she thought the nurses took two of my sons into another room and where keeping them. She hid behind her bed and would not let the nurses help her. It took five people to get her into bed and calmed down. She said she punched the Dr. in the jaw. (hee hee) She told me that it was only this morning (monday) that she realised it was not real. She really did need to be restrained but seeing the boys was not real. The nurses said that she did become combatant. She just wanted to come home.

She says her Dr is evil for perscribing her a bunch of meds that are not meant for the elderly. (she never did like taking her meds) I could tell last night that she was doing better. Although now my Mom is bickering with her about stupid things. Like last night G-ma was saying that the Dr gave her like fifteen new scrips. Mom was arguing that they are all needed and stuff, but I think that G-ma is just worried that she won't know what to take and when. She does not like to look stupid so she puts up a defense. I think I will talk to Mom today and see what she says.

Anyway, My brother Brad is down for a week. He will be a big help at the house. We have lots of little things that need to be done. Like putting linolium on the bathroom floor. Hopefully Mom will let him help Dad out a bit. Brad will be fun to have around, he's always pulling someones leg about something.

(hee hee my grandma kicks ass!)

DRAMA, DRAMA, DRAMA

Holy cow! What a day I had yesterday. I mean really, What mother wants to be called up and told 1). she has to pick up her son from school. and b). he has been sent to the Enhanced Assist Program for six days. Then gets another call from the Deputy saying that the other parents want to press charges. Where have I heard this before? Oh yeah, right here, last October.

Scout has gotten himself into another pickle. He was goofing around on the bus and before you know it someone else starts calling him names and so he nudges the kid. Then the kid pushes him back and as the bus stopped to let the kid off, Scout pushed him off the bus and he falls to the ground and bruises his abdoman. Scout gets arrested and taken to the juvinial detention center where I have to pick him up late last night. Now he has a court date and one count of battery on his record.

Of course when his dad got wind of it he called and wanted to talk to him. I flat out told him NO and demanded that he leave me and the boys alone and blamed the whole thing on him and his past abuse towards all of us. (Scout did end up calling him and of course I am to blame and acording to Rick .."if we only get back together everything will work itslf out")...blah blah blah...!

Scout was taking the whole thing as if he is the victim. He wants me to press charges for the other kid pushing him. I'm afraid that he sees this as joke and it's not that big of a deal. I just hope he sees the err of his ways...Do not put your hands on anyone else. period!

I am taking this fairly well. I didn't cry this time, but I'm not at risk for getting kicked out of my apartment this time either. I am disappointed that he is not taking this seriously. We didn't get home till 9:30 last night so I have not had a chance to talk to him about what his punishment is. We had to get up at 5am this morning to catch his bus to the other school (EA). If he takes the bus home he will have to walk two and a half miles to get home. He'll have lots of time to think then.

In other news, Baby was Batman for holloween and just today (two whole days after holloween) he let me take off his bottoms to the costume. He is still wearing the top. And proclaiming that he is Batman is his top priority! Maybe I should have started todays blog with this story instead? Oh well.

I got a call from Angie, who I have not talked to since December of last year. She wanted to let me know that she seen someone at a baby shower that we both knew. Yeah, weird huh? Anyway the girl she saw, (but didn't talk to) was Tracy, Yes, the same Tracy that I mentiond a couple of posts back that is now married to my ex Ron. Angie could not confirm that they were in fact married but all these years we never knew she was the sister of another friend named Bonnie. Small world, I guess.
Angie confirmed my phone number and said she would talk to me later. I know she won't but it was nice to hear from her just the same. Strange how people drift apart after so much time is put into a relationship. It really makes me sad that I don't have those kind of friends anymore who invite you over for a bar-b q or a birthday party. And no I am not looking for sympathy. I always sound so pathetic. I just wish for everyone to have good friends. Don't take them for granted like I did and don't just have one or two, make lots of friends! (hold on I've got something in my eye, strange!) Anyway, I guess its a good thing I don't have any local friends, then I wouldn't be blogging about this and you wouldn't be reding this and we would not have bonded.

Thanks for listening, (where did this come from???)