It’s Hard To Think Of Titles Sometimes

I almost made a third post yesterday, but then I thought maybe I better wait because I didn’t want to get into the habit of making multiple posts in one day. I mean, my life isn’t -that- exciting, y’know.

Yeah. Mistake.

My brain is like a steel trap that’s rusted. I can’t even begin to pick up the thread of what I was planning to make my third post about today. That’ll learn me. I’ll just write it, and then wait to publish it until the next day. That makes more sense.

Today we went bike shopping (unsuccessfully). We really want to get a couple of cheap bikes and a trailer that we can just ride around on to get back in shape with. Unfortunately, the bike shop we went to wanted an arm and a leg for a bike. We’re not -serious- bikers. I’d be willing to part with a pinkie, but really, $500 for a bike? No thanks.

Back to craigslist we go.

On the upside, the pawn shop we stopped at to look at bikes after that had some super cheap DVD players, so we’re going to get one of those to go with the TV that’s been collecting dust since Mama Hottie gave it to us for Christmas. I need something to play Baby Einstein for Little Man, after all, and the portable DVD player that I bought back in 2005 is starting to show signs of wear. Hey, running Baby Bach on repeat for hours on end for a year will do that. Quite frankly, I’m surprised the thing still runs at all.

Also on the agenda for today was a visit to the eye doctor for new contacts and glasses prescriptions for us. Lately I’ve been having to take my glasses off to read, and it’s been pretty annoying. Of course, vision changes through pregnancy, so the glasses I got in 2007 are now too strong for me. Yippee!

The eye doctor was really funny. He’s a little guy, not much taller than me, and wears bow ties. In fact, his ads actually refer to him as “the bow-tie guy”. He just adored Little Man, who charms people where ever he goes. 

Anyway, I ended up with a trial pair of acuvue advance, because my eyes get real dry and itchy whenever I wear contacts. So far they’re pretty decent (and at a lower prescription than what I had before) but I’m going to be using the peroxide cleaning thing instead of the saline rubs. This should be interesting. Hottie got special contact lenses in a better prescription as well. We’re both relieved that our insurance covers the majority, and that we have tax money to cover the rest. It’s no fun being blind!

We also picked up a new convertible car seat for the Little Man. Honestly, the stroller/carseat combo is great, but the car seat we got with the set is so damn heavy I can barely carry it. Of course, that’s also because I’m a puny wimp, but hey.  I’ll set that up tomorrow and see how it works.

Little Man is doing fantastic at standing now, and he’s starting to feel around on top of the places he can reach. Time to start babyproofing!

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Beating My Head Against The System

When Hottie and I got married, I opted not to change my name at the time. I had my reasons, none of which I can remember right now except for the “I’m not so sure I like my first name with your last name” one, and the “maybe I’ll use an awkward and unwieldy hyphen-name instead” one. Hottie didn’t care one way or the other, and gradually I started using his last name on more and more things (bills, internet things, checks, etc) until finally, after two years, I decided to do the big social security card name change.

Well, wait, not really. I’m getting ahead of myself. A few weeks ago I sent out for some information from various online colleges to see about going back to school. After a horribly amazing crash and burn failure at University of Phoenix, I’ve been very leery of starting back up again. (It was college math 2, by the way. Math is my nemesis, and anything beyond simple addition and subtraction makes my brain explode.)

Instead of simply getting some information from Kaplan University, I found myself being herded (much like University of Phoenix) into enrollment and registration and class starts next week and holy hell aren’t you guys even going to buy me dinner first?

Needless to say, I dug in my heels a little bit. I just wanted INFORMATION. I wasn’t sure I was ready to go back to school yet. After much harassment and many calls from one of my advisors I finally got around to doing the paperwork necessary to start my GI Bill up again. Except, whoops, there’s something wrong with my last name! I enrolled and sent all my various paperworks (transcripts and DD-214) with my ‘new’ last name. My GI Bill is attached to my social, which is attached to my ‘old’ last name.

See, I really didn’t decide to get my social security card changed, it was kind of decided for me. No problemo! I was willing to do it now since I’d been using Mrs. Hottie for the past year or so. Except I couldn’t find our marriage certificate. We -are- married, right? I’ll just get a copy from the office that’s way downtown and hey we only have one vehicle now but I really don’t feel like traipsing all over town to get this stuff done right now so I’ll wait until tomorrow.

Or the next day.

Meanwhile, my advisor is calling me daily wanting to know if I’ve gotten my paperwork taken care of because I’m supposed to start on the 25th. “Yes,” I say, “I can’t do it today because the social security office closes stupid early and I don’t have the truck.” So finally, today Hottie braves downtown (bless him) to go pick up a copy of our marriage license, comes home, and then I take him back to work and head down to the social security center.

Tangent: My former boss married us in his office. True story.

I get to the center (the one that closes at 3:30) thinking this is going to be an in-and-out situation. I didn’t even bring the diaper bag. As soon as I walk in I realize how wrong I was. The place is packed. Wall-to-wall people. It’s so noisy I can’t even hear myself think, and my vision starts to narrow a little.

I should mention here that a few years ago I was diagnosed with social anxiety disorder, one of the reasons I wanted to go to school online. I do okay in small groups, but as soon as the number of people starts to become more than I can count easily, I start having problems.

It’s so confusing that all I can do is go and get an application and retreat, clutching it in one hand while I try to make the fastest exit possible while hiding behind my son. I sit in my truck for about 5 minutes before I’m calmed enough to drive. I even called Hottie and told him, “I can’t do this. I can’t, there’s too many people. I’m just going to mail it in.” Fate was laughing at me at that point. HA HA HA.

When I got home I looked up the social security information to find out what I needed to send, etc etc. Then I spotted this little gem:

Take (or mail) your completed application and documents to your local Social Security office.  If you live in the New York City metropolitan area, Las Vegas NV, Orlando FL, or Phoenix AZ you may need to apply in person at your local Social Security Card Center. 

Guess which one of those areas I live in. And did I mention that the card office I went to is the ONLY one in the area, and they service 3 counties? On top of that, after I apply, I STILL need to wait for the application to be sent to the main office in Baltimore, and then get approved and all that jazz. So it’s still not going to be a fast process.

I call my advisor and leave a message saying that I don’t think I’ll be starting school next week.

I think I need a beer or three.

I’ll be going first thing Monday morning, this time with Hottie so he can be my bulwark against all those people. I’m so lucky to have him to combat all my neuroses.

As a total aside, WordPress does NOT like the word “with”. It keeps trying to make it “WI th”.

Yay, We Have Money… Yay, We’re Broke Again!

We finally got our tax return. It was such a relief to have 4 digits in our bank account again as opposed to the more common 2 (rarely 3). But, in the way of money, it’s gone again in a blink of an eye. I paid bills of course, those that I could. I hate having to nickle-and-dime the medical bills but hey, if 5 bucks a month keeps them off my back, so be it. We DID put some in savings, so at least when the time comes to move to Alabama, we’ll have some money to fall back on.

We also got a little more than I was expecting. Apparently we made an error on our return, some stimulus thing or something that netted us an extra 300 bucks. That went straight into savings too. 

Right now, the Little Man is watching Fantasia. This is the ‘new’ version on DVD, before the 50th Anniversary version or whatever it was. I much preferred the older version. The Narrator was much more relaxed. This version’s narration seems forced, even the ‘funny’ is forced and it really bugs me, but I don’t know that I can even get one of the older versions anymore.

He’s done with his occupational therapy (I’ve been calling it physical therapy in the previous posts, which is technically incorrect), having met all the goals of his therapist – He’s no longer crawling left hand/right elbow, he doesn’t keep his feet up in the air, and he can almost straighten his legs 180 degrees now. He’s also standing with support, clapping his hands and reaching with either arm to pick something up rather than pretty much using his left arm. He also doesn’t look so lopsided now that the muscles on his right side are catching up.

All in all, it’s a relief to know that he should fully recover from the stroke. He’s such a little character, everyone he meets loves him. Now I just need to work on getting him to fall asleep on his own. I’ve seen some ‘sleep training’ stuff online but I’m always wary of spending money on the internet for things I don’t know anything about. Only took getting scammed once to learn my lesson, hoo boy.

Frigid Past the Point of Testicular Separation of a Brazen Anthropoid

In other words, cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey.

I don’t mind cold weather, I really don’t. I don’t like being out IN it, but I don’t mind if it’s cold outside as long as my heater works and I don’t have any pressing need to go anywhere. But when our heater is set on 80 and it’s -still- only 68 in here, there’s something wrong. My poor snake was so cold. Fortunately we have a little space heater that we got from the apartment complex the last time our heater wasn’t working, and I’ve got that pointed in the direction of her cage to keep it at least a non-freezing temperature in there. 

I’ve just noticed that our heater is blowing cold air again. No wonder it’s only 68 in here.

Our 3rd W-2 showed up yesterday, and I promptly filed. I love filing electronically. I’ve done it every year for the past 5 years or so. Last year we thought, “Hey, let’s go file with people!”

Never. Again. Having people -sucks-. 

Our return was going to be $35. They wanted to charge us over $150 to get that $35. Yeah. No.

So I happily filed with one of the free sites, especially since I live in a state where there is no state income tax. I’m hoping that it’ll process as fast as it did last time, because we’re not only scraping the bottom of the barrel, we’re crawling around on hands and knees looking for spatters that may have fallen off the spoon. So, our return will be most welcome. I know you’re not SUPPOSED to use taxes as a glorified savings account, but dammit, that’s what it’s good for.

Little Man is having his physical therapy session right now. He’s getting a lot better but still needs some work on his hips. He won’t lay flat on his belly with his legs straight, he always tries to bend his hips. Right now we’re treating it as a stretching thing, so in a couple weeks we should see some difference. 

Lately I’ve been trying to copy my little world of Sims 2 from Hottie’s work laptop to my computer. This has been, thus far, a losing battle, as in – I’m losing my hair trying to get this fershlugginer thing to work right. I -should- just be able to copy the neighborhood from one computer to the other, but noooo…  When I do that, the stupid thing won’t load at all! Oh well. I’ll threaten it in a bit.

Stupid non-insulated apartments.

Well Shit Bunnies…

I’m starting to realize that WordPress has a lot more oomph than I first realized. The only problem is, I’m not sure how to get the oomph out in public. I suppose I’ll just have to keep rambling on until I finally get around to reading some of the guides that exist on how to make this all pretty and neat and link what I want. For example, I have an “about” page. 

Really? Where is it? Well, naturally it’s at https://slavetothehouse.wordpress.com/about/ but who’s going to just type all that in? I’m leaving this in just so I can remind myself how much of a dumb bunny I can be before I get fully functional in the mornings. Did I mention I’m NOT a morning person by any stretch of the imagination? The only time I’m a morning person is when I stay up all night!

Hottie is staying home for the third day in a row today. The Sick has been going around the office so I’m glad he’s staying home, and hopefully later on today I’ll be able to make a break for it and actually GO FOR A DRIVE ALONE in my truck, something I haven’t done in… um… Yeah!

I’m hoping that the third W-2 we’re waiting on shows up soon. I’m good at stretching money, but even I can’t make 5 bucks last 10 days. Thankfully I just whipped up a huge pot of jambalaya gruel with sausage and peppers that Hottie is willing to eat for the rest of the week, bless him.

The video card on my computer died a couple days ago. Since I have to do work on my computer, it was pretty much imperative that we get a new video card. Of course, 5 bucks 10 days says that I instead got to cannibalize the card from Hottie’s computer and put it in mine. Thank God when we bought new video cards a few years back, we bought the same kind, so I knew it would work. Hottie now has to surf and play games via his work laptop, but dang, I’m glad they let him bring that sucker home, or else we’d have some real problems!

Little Man is getting closer to being able to say “ni-ni” and “bye-bye” at appropriate times. He’s also learned how to take his diaper off. Fortunately, our apartment is small and a naked baby only lasts about .3 seconds before being spotted and clothed. He still needs to see a cardiologist and possibly a geneticist, but thus far, all his bloodwork is clear, and physical therapy is working.