When It Rains, It Pours

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See! Here’s proof that the pool is trying to ruin us financially! Look at all that water it’s going through!!!

It’s not actually raining here. In fact, it hasn’t rained here in such a long time that when Brad was in Alabama this week and a storm passed through, he couldn’t figure out what was causing all that banging outside.

You might be in a drought if you don’t recognize thunder when you hear it.

But it’s raining in the whole “Murphy’s Law” sense.  I feel like we are in some kind of a “If something can go wrong, it will” loop.

I blame the pool.  It all started about the time the pool was finished, and I don’t think that’s a coincidence.

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Poor Peter


Early this summer, we learned that Peter had a wisdom tooth coming in at an angle, growing over one of his back molars and preventing it from emerging.  Our orthodontist told us we would have to have his wisdom teeth pulled, then attach a bracket to the stunted tooth in the hopes it will eventually emerge.  We also learned at that time that he needed braces.  Again.  He has a cross over under whatever bite.  I’ve stopped listening and just smile and nod.  Then pay obscene amounts of money.

You know what’s ridiculous?  Dental insurance.  It pays for about a fourth of the braces, but only once.  So on the second round, we got no help at all.  And his wisdom teeth?  We got some ridiculous discount, like 10% or something.  That’s not even considered a real sale at Macy’s.  If it’s not at least 25% off, then I won’t bother.  Also, why isn’t the removal of wisdom teeth considered a medical issue?  At least then, it would have counted toward our deductible.

He was healed by the time summer band started, but wearing braces really messed with his ombeshure ombasure ombisure ombishure ability to play his instrument.

2015-08-25 19.57.12School started, as did the work on our driveway gate.  We had to park in front of the house once the track was removed.  It was annoying but gate guy (the boys call him “late guy”) assured us it would only be for a week, maybe two.  That was two months ago.  They took the track off, wired the gate up, and removed the motor.  And we haven’t seen them since.  He texts us if we pester him and usually his excuses have to do with his infant daughter who is fighting for her life in the NICU.  And truthfully, if that’s what’s happening, I could understand being unavailable part of the time.  But the man’s got to make a living, right?

Personally, I don’t blame gate guy.  I think the pool orchestrated all of this. Somehow.

Meanwhile, because the pool won’t let us park in the garage, my car has gotten a flat, then the alternator went out. And because my car was getting a new alternator, we drove to Peter’s first football game in Brad’s car.  In his rush to get us to the game on time, Brad rear-ended another car.  While his car was in the shop getting a new hood, he drove a rental.  On the way to pick his car back up in said rental, he got a ticket for speeding.

I know what you’re thinking.  You’re thinking there’s no way the pool could have done all of this.  Well, let me just say that stranger things have happened.  Not to me personally, but I’ve seen some pretty strange things on TV and the internet.  And we all know that everything you read on the internet is true.

But the pool was not done with us – not by a long shot.  This week, it’s really started to pull out the big guns.

It started with Brad’s bad back.  After working to load instruments a few weeks in a row, Brad’s back started to spasm.  It was so bad last week, he went to the doctor and was promptly sent to bed for a week.  Then about the middle of the week, Peter started coughing.  He’s been fighting that cough ever since.  He’s better but still not well.  He spent the beginning of the week in bed with a fever and cough.

Then on Wednesday of this week, I walked into my laundry room and notice something wet on the floor.  I opened the freezer and water poured out.

You know what you don’t expect to see when you open your freezer?  Water.

The motor must have gone out during the night because everything was half thawed.  I spent the next few hours moving everything from the fridge/freezer to the other one in the kitchen (yes, we have two), then began cleaning up the rather considerable mess.  I’m still trying to get everything dry and clean in the laundry room, plus now we have to figure out what we’re going to do with it.  We only kept it because it was in our old house and we had space for it in the laundry room.  Do we need it?  Not really.  Do we use it?  Yeah, a lot.

If you see this wallet, please return to ME!

But the pool was not done with me yet.  On Thursday, I took the boys to school and was taking Snickers to doggy daycare.  I stopped at CVS to buy Peter some cough medicine.  I paid for it…and that’s the last time I saw my wallet.  Did I leave it on the counter?  If so, someone took it because the employees at CVS, along with yours truly, have searched the parking lot and the store for it.  In fact, I’ve searched every place I stopped after that, along with my house, my car – everywhere it could have ended up after I walked out of CVS.

[Side note: when someone tells you they lost their wallet, don’t ask them if they’ve checked their purse.  Or their car.  Or their house.  It will just annoy them.  A lot.]

I’ve finally had to accept that my wallet is well and truly lost.  And so I spent the day yesterday – and I do mean the entire day – canceling credit cards, closing our bank account (I had one stupid check blank in my wallet) and filing a police report (necessary for getting a replacement driver’s license).  I have set aside Monday and possibly Tuesday of next week for waiting in line at the DMV to get a new license.

[Side note#2: why can you renew your license, change your address or even your name on your license online, but if you need a replacement – or change your gender – you have to go to the physical DMV office?  So is it going to be me and a bunch of transvestites waiting in line?  Also, why are there multiple DMV offices that will gladly take your money for title and registration of a vehicle, but won’t give you a replacement driver’s license?  There is only one DMV in our area that will issue a new license and it’s way the heck down in Southeast Plano.  That’s seriously whacked.  (Apparently when I’m upset, I start to sound like I’m in a gang.)]

Yesterday was also the day the new gate guy – the one we are going to have to pay to fix what the old gate guy is obviously never going to fix – was supposed to come by and give us a bid on finishing the gate.  He never came and has not responded to my texts.

I blame the pool.

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Full Disclosure

In the interest of being completely honest with everyone reading this blog, it’s time for me to come clean.

I’ve been cheating on you.  It’s true – I started blogging at a different address earlier this year.

It’s not that I don’t love you!  I just needed a break, you know?  Actually, I needed a place where I could record my thoughts and feelings about a new direction my life was taking.  I knew I would eventually share it all with you; I just wasn’t ready until today.

So I imported all the entries from the other site, and after accidentally posting ALL of them, I’ve gone back through and marked them as drafts so I can post them a little at a time, in order.

I think it will be fun, telling my story about joining Ultimate Body Studio, now that I’m 15 weeks in.  In the beginning?  Not so much fun.  But now that I’m fully immersed, I’m having a good time.  Most days.

So please don’t hate me.  We can get through this together.  I believe in us. ♥


This entry was posted on December 2, 2012, in Me.

I’m a Moron

This may come as no surprise to anyone, but I’m kind of a klutz. Clutz. Clutze. I don’t know – you get the picture.

Anyway, Tuesday, I was trying to carry 3 very full laundry baskets downstairs, and I wasn’t wearing any shoes. So as I tried to wrangle the baskets through the baby/doggie gate at the top of the front stairs, my other foot missed the next stair and I fell head first to the landing.

The funniest part was when I grabbed the gate in an attempt to stop myself – and pulled it down on top of me.

I’m fine – just a little bruised and battered – but my feet look like I’ve been in some kind of brutal foot stomping contest. Needless to say, I’ve learned my lesson and have been wearing my shoes faithfully ever since. The End.



This entry was posted on April 12, 2012, in Me and tagged . 2 Comments


In my fluster to correct my WordPress’s mistake in accidentally publishing my last post, I forgot to add something.

(Wouldn’t it be funny if I accidentally published this one right now?  You would forever be wondering what I forgot to add.)

(Or not.)

Anywho.  The point is that I have been scrapbooking a lot lately and have been pretty excited about some of the new techniques and pages I have copied created.  I’ve been posting pictures of said pages on my other blog,, but am trying to figure out how to re-post them here, as well.

This is for those of you who don’t care a lick about scrapbooking but are interested in the many, many pictures of our kids that end up filling said scrapbooks.

Meanwhile, until I am able to figure out the whole republishing thing, feel free to visit the other site.  You might just discover there’s a hidden scrapbooker lurking inside of you.

And yes, scrapbooker is totally a word.

Because I just added it to wikipedia.

(Not really.)

And just to whet your whistle, so to speak, I am including my newest favorite page.  Enjoy!

Off To A Stellar Start

Hi. I’m writing to you from the GLORIOUS Love Field, where I am awaiting my flight to San Antonio. I just did something really embarrassing, so of course I had to hop right on the FREE WIFI and blog about it.

I was 2 hours early for my flight – AS PER THE SOUTHWEST WEBSITE thankyouverymuch. I made it through security despite the tears that refused to stop rolling down my face (saying good-bye to my family for a week and a half was every bit as hard as I expected it to be) and walked down to my gate – Gate 14. I even stopped at the restroom on my way down.

So when they called the flight number and followed it with the words “Gate 14”, I naturally assumed we were boarding early. REALLY early, but I don’t wear a watch so I didn’t realize it was, in fact, over an hour early.

I had a nice visit with the man in line in front of me. He kept talking about Hobby, which confused me since I was almost 100% sure the name of this airport was Love. But then he mentioned living in Pearland and I realized he must have flown to Dallas from Houston and was now heading to San Antonio for some reason.

I already felt a bit conspicuous, given my bright pink Vera Bradley bag, fluorescent pink toenails and sandals – which I am wearing in 60 degree weather.

So when the man at the counter, the one who scanned my boarding pass, yelled “BRITANY” down the jetway, my cheeks started to burn a little. I turned back around, headed back UP the jetway, and endured the humiliation of hearing that question you never want an airport employee to ask: “Where are you going?”

“San Antonio”, I replied.

“This flight is going to Houston,” said he.

“Oh. I thought I read Gate 14 on the board,” I said as cheerfully as I could.

“You did. Your flight just doesn’t leave for an hour and a half.”

“Wow! Good catch!” I said as I took my boarding I ducked my head and pretended to have a REALLY IMPORTANT message on my phone.

The worst part is that I have an app that tells me when my flight is 2 hours away, then 1 hour away, then when they start boarding, etc. All that would have been really helpful except that my phone was already turned to airplane mode. Because I thought I was about to leave.

Clearly I am an experienced traveler.

I just hope my mom and sister and SIL are better at this than I am. Because if we end up in Houston instead of Honolulu, I am pretty sure it will be my fault.