We just got home from having Geoff's look under the metaphysical hood appointment. His school required a physical before Kindergarten, so we had one done in January of 2002 and the paperwork sent in to prove it.
Right after the new year I got a note saying they needed proof of physical for entrance to Kindergarten. School's only been in session for four months... so I talked to the director and she said that the January 2002 physical was "too far ahead of the September start date for school" according to the state Office for Children. They sent a representative to review all the paperwork on file and make sure everything was up to date, and I guess that she didn't like Geoff's date for his physical. They wanted us to have another one.
The director had accepted what I'd given her and both of us stood there and shrugged our shoulders. Whattaya expect from the State?
I called immediately to make an appointment, and we couldn't get in until today. of course. Four month waiting period for a well-child check up.
Nancy, the school director, said the Office for Children person was calling all the time wanting to know if Geoff's records had been updated. So pretty much on an every other week basis she'd ask me "when is this appointment finally happening?"
When I picked him up this afternoon, I popped my head in and said "Today is Physical Day!" Towhit she cheered. The poor woman must be getting harassed by this bureaucrat. I'll be happy to hand her the report tomorrow morning. Part of me is somewhat happy there is a such thing as the Office for Children, looking out for folks best interests and all when they are like... short and pre-schooled.
Another part of me thinks -- Damn. Why they gotta be so ... picky assed!
Geoff really enjoys the doctor. He asked her all sorts of questions about her equipment, her family, why she was touching his neck, how his reflexes worked... it was fun to watch him with her.
All told, Geoff's engine is running great, he's healthy, he's in proportion but in the 90 plus percentiles for height and weight, and she (our doctor) was happy to see him. His behavior was without a doubt the best its been in weeks... A good afternoon, all told.
So far, many of you have found the Jack ate my shoes story intensely funny. Thank you for laughing at my pain and emailing me to let me know. Others have offered me hand-me-down dress shoes (which I am sure are gorgeous knowing what the owner of said shoes looks like) to replace them. And they will be hidden like Saddam in a bunker, if you know what I mean.
And someone else emailed me to let me know that I shouldn't wear black flats and white pantyhose. She further postulated that this combination must be the reason why no one will hire me. Hmmmm. She may be on to something. I'm switching to nude pantyhose in future.
Today I worked for Cateringman. He's already under the gun and it's only mid-April. From what it sounds like, I could be his almost every day for the rest of this year. If I get this part-time HR generalist job, working for cateringman would work out great for me. This could be a great combo.
I made 100 stuffed mushroom caps. Prepped salad for 150. Baked 500 cookies for a cookie/brownie/petit fours basket. Helped my buddy Chris tray up several hundred hors D'ouvres. My lower back hurts a little from standing 8am to 2:45 (except the brief lunch sit). I'll sleep well tonight!
Doug went to pick up a prescription the other night and saw signs that K-Mart in this particular plaza was having a close out sale, so he stopped in. They were pretty wiped out of stock, starting to put price tags on the shelving and the stand-up refrigeration units. He managed to find a hand-held back massager by Homedics... regularly 45 bucks, marked to 19. He even got a fondue pot (I hear you laughing!) same pricing structure as above. Now, to me, fondue pots are pretty fancy stuff. He laughed at me when I told him I thought that was sort of upscale, even if it was ... sorta 70s. We were talking to Aaron on the phone and I mentioned the fondue pot purchase to him... "Woooo, pretty fancy!" said Aaron.
So I'm not the only one who thought that was pretty above the pale. Aaron and I were joking around about needing champagne glasses and we're gonna have to eat at the TABLE or something now when they come visit... "I'll have to wear a shirt and tie!" said Aaron. "Me and Michelle will need DINNER DRESSES!" I added. Might have to wash our hands and stuff.
The entire time, Doug is sitting there "pfthing" us for our Cletus-ness. It was really funny. Or so I thought.
So we're in search of wicked super fondue recipes. If you have one, fire it over. We'll chef it up and enjoy.
I got a weird e-mail today from a company claiming that they are looking into doing a TV series on blogging, and they thought my blog fit with what they wanted to see. So they want me to submit a 12-minute video of something I'd blog about with my commentary to go along with.
Now, while it sounds like an interesting idea... who the hell wants to watch my unemployed life and fat ass? Seriously now. How the hell did they pick me??? Did anyone else reading this get an email like this?
I mean, maybe 40 people on earth read this stupid thing. I can't imagine there'd be any sort of widespread interest in this journal (it isn't a blog) as opposed to say Crazy Tracy or James Lileks.
I'm going to re-read their content and check out their site, see if I can find out if these people are for real or if this is some sort of major scam, and then decide if I'm at all interested in participating. I'm quite suspicious of anything that comes to me unsolicited, so my forehead is currently furrowed and the look of skeptic is in my eyes (if I were to make my video right this second you could see it).
Many of you know I am probably the world's most elderly viewer of "The Real World." Second oldest is my sister. It should be against the law for me to watch this show.
Anyway -- last night was the "wrap up" for the Las Vegas season, and I had to tune in and see the "where are they now" updates on the whole drunken crew. For some reason (I missed the first 4 minutes) Trishelle wasn't there, but all the others were and it was fun to watch, just to see if Irulan and Alton were still disgustingly cuddly and cute with one another (yes, they were).
One particular girl, Brynn, started out as someone who was prominently featured in the unfolding drama of seven people picked to live in a casino and get sloppy drunk and screw around all day. But, throughout the season, she seemed to be... shown hardly at all.
At one point, I thought I'd missed an episode somewhere along the line where she announced that she was leaving -- and then she left. But, she was there two weeks later.
She herself brought that up last night... stating that she was there all the time and when she watched the show she realized that she was hardly shown in it and "got the shaft" as it were.
That got me to thinking -- if you are part of a group that is supposed to be some of the more interesting, weird, out there, worth-looking-at types of people on TV and the producers decide to not show or feature you in any way, what does that say about you? What does that say about the show producers? I guess they picked her because she was the crazy drunken bi- chick, and she turned out to be a normal, calmed down, and in love with a guy from back home chick.
Not exciting enough I guess.
Certainly not as exciting as Alton and Irulan having one of the most brutal wrestling matches and examples of domestic violence I've seen in a long time. And certainly nowhere near as funny as Arissa's mom calling up the house drunk all the time and screaming at her. (The best was when Frank answered the phone and talked to her and f'ed with her head for ten minutes, and finally told her that he was Steven. Mwa ha ha!)
All told, I personally believe there should be a real world for people 30 to 37.
I think it'd be a lot of fun. And I'd volunteer. I'd be the kind of normal, mommy type with the hidden streak of insanity -- more than just dancing in the grocery store aisles. Yeah. That'd be the ticket. Put me in with:
- a really disgruntled and southern divorced truck driver guy who just lost his job,
- a liberal gay New Yorker guy,
- a hot Texas stripper girl who thinks she can get the gay guy to change teams but is constantly being oogled by the truck driver, and she doesn't like that at all...,
- a straight but way too hip for his own good software engineer from Atlanta,
- a black guy from Toledo who wants to be a rapper but his family wants him to grow the heck up already and live a rapper-free life, and
- a Miami latina who has political aspirations
and we'll see what happens.
Or, email me and suggest what you think my real world cast should be like. I see my friendship with the liberal gay guy as the strong one. We sit around and pfth about the stripper girl, and pfth about the rap guy. And I'll do my NY accent with him and we'll just rag and whine and complain about EVERYthing. It'll be fun.
Oh, and it all takes place in .... hmmmmmmmm, Denver.
Why the hell not.
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