Showing posts from February, 2010

Lemme outta here.

My niece Jordanna gave birth to a little pink bundle of cuteness last week. I was eager to get up to the hospital and snuggle with wee little Jesslynne. Coincidental, a friend of mine was in the hospital having surgery at the same time.

I stopped at the store and bought a stuffy and some pink tulips for Mommy and baby and picked up a planter filled with multiple plants to take to my friend. Of course baby took precedence so off I went to the maternity ward on the first floor.

In due time, I left the baby's room and headed, plant in hand, for the elevator to take me to the third floor where my friend was recovering.

As I stepped off the elevator, I felt like a magnet as several young men, aged 25-30 or so, gravitated towards me. Each in turn asked me how I was doing or commented on my beautiful plant.

I quickly sensed that I might not be in the right place as I bolted for the nurses station and asked for my friend Lois' room.

"Um, I think you probably want the surgery wing…

Cutting off my nose to spite my face.

My husband does things a little differently than I. (Hence he wins more friends and influences more people.)

I remember as a young child, my mom totally confused me and had to explain what she meant when she said to me one day, "Don't cut off your nose to spite your face." Good advice, but clearly not a motto I live by.

Albert's truck has had some issues with the ABS brakes for a little while. After being shocked and stunned last year when we found out the $1500 4wheel drive was not covered under the extra Premium warranty he purchased, we dug out the warranty papers.

Yes indeed, ABS brakes are listed as being fully covered. Yay! We dropped the truck off at PG Motors.

When he went to pick it up the woman at the desk handed him a bill for three hundred and some dollars. When he told her his paper work quite blatantly stated it was covered by warranty she argued saying the computer said he didn't have extra coverage.

And this is where our approach to life differs. Since…

No Grammy for Granny.

I don't like Katy Perry or anything she stands for. However she has an uncanny ability to write songs that get stuck in your head for days and weeks at a time. So feel free to not read any farther unless you want to be humming "I Kissed a Girl and I Liked It," "Wakin Up in Vegas" or "You're Hot Then You're Cold" for the next few days.

I am sure you are all aware of how musical I am not. However I spend many hours a night singing (inside my head, fortunately for my husband) "You're hot then you're cold".

I hate to give Katy the credit like that when in fact it's Tamoxifen and missing ovaries that deserve the honour and recognition for turning me into the singing superstar that I am.

I hate being cold. I don't enjoy hot flashes, though I'd opt for a flash over a shiver. But this flipflopping back and forth in a game of sweat-get-wet-kick-off-blankets-get-a-chill is going to do me in I think.

While Hot 'n Cold was no…