Off Cycle Book Club & Plumbers Pants Combo ~ 7/11/21

I went to the library yesterday and scored two replacement books: Bunny by Mona Awad and The Wonder Boy of Whistle Stop by Fannie Flagg. I started with Bunny mainly because the book blurb on the dust jacket said the story made a reviewer cackle while nodding in terrifying agreement. Sounded to be right up my alley. But and it’s a big butt, this book is not for me.

I was very sure I’d enjoy it since I ❤ dark and twisted. Why? Well because dark and twisted is not my typical life said no one ever. I read to escape and needed that after the week I had. If you really stop to think, all life is atypical … what a cluster. Not all day, everyday, all the time but often enough … the weight of the world is heavy. But I digress.

I used to be of the “if you break it, you bought it” philosophy. Mixing metaphors here but what I mean is that I finished every book I ever opened … to the bitter end … no matter what. Well y’all, that’s not me any longer. No sir/ no ma’am. No way / no how. Time is a precious commodity. Sadly I stopped reading Bunny about a chapter into Part Two. I plan to check out more from Mona Awad though. See if “it’s not you, it’s me”.

Now for a pantser. LOL. I’m still chuckling. Dropped off the weekly groceries at B’s parents. Where his mom informs us she has to go to the store to get PoPo new clothes since he has lost so much weight. 40 lbs gone since the fall and hospital stay, now back home but still in PT. We told her we’d go. She herself has zero business driving. If she insists, we’ll take her or we can help her order online like last time.

She is resistant. Wants to shop old school. To a degree, I get that but he won’t be going along to try on anyway. Convenience is important at this phase of their lives. She’s prattling about sizes and how he never wears his pants at the right spot. Telling him how he needs to wear pants around his waist not below his belly (which has become non-existent). The convo went something like this:

“Mom, they’ll deliver right to your door”

PoPo not hearing B continues “I’ve tried wearing my pants over my belly button. Five minutes later they drop. To where they’re meant to be.

“No one wants to see your crack”, MoMo says.

“Well maybe they do” PoPo retorts. “I’m a plumber okay. I like being a plumber“.

By this time I’m snort laughing.

Lulu a bit confused asks “PoPo what does being plumber mean?”

I snort some more.

Probably not PC but it’s funny y’all. Don’t ya think? Stereotypical of course. And just so ya know, I have an affinity for plumbers and anyone who works a trade. B has done quite well for himself and for us that way.

As always, more to come.

Meanwhile Somewhere in Texas ~ 2/18/21

Because we all need some levity. Things you never thought you’d hear. Maybe it’s just me but this was funny 😁

Picture of pitcher in snow ❄️ with caption: Cooling the boiled water to drink.

Me to Cousin: Stay safe!

Friend of Cousin: Do you not have water?

Cousin: Nope

Another Friend: Yes you do

Cousin: It’s sketchy

Different Friend: Melting snow ❄️ to shit

Cousin: No comment crazy ass!!!

Another Friend: I’m using empty kitty 🐈‍⬛ litter buckets 🪣 filled with snow ❄️ to melt for flushing.

Different Friend: Exactly same thing I’m doing. I knew those buckets 🪣 would come in handy one day.

Yet Another Friend: You guys ok?

Cousin: I’m in Texas, far from ok !

End Scene. Filed under “You can’t make this stuff up”.

Texas Has a Sense of Humor ~ 12/3/20

Well my vehicle registration came due 11/30/20. With the Rona restrictions, I wondered how I’d get everything done. I knew about the drive through contactless inspections at the oil change place but I assumed incorrectly, I’d still have to go in person to finish the transaction like I have done every year since I was 18.

Last week while on vacay, I got the inspection done. There are four bays at Take 5 Oil, one exclusive to inspections and on that day I drove right in. I politely refused the water while I wait cuz ya know Rona. Your lips to God’s ears but my lips won’t touch a water bottle that is not my own. There were six or so workers. All of them but one have masks on. And guess which one I got? C’mon guess. Yep, you’re right! The mo-fo without a mask.

Now mind you, I had my mask on and my sanitizer. I also distanced as best I could, really extending my hand as I gave him my insurance card. After the inspection was done, he took my debit card. I had to wait for him to ring me up and I watched him like a hawk as he scratched his face with the hand holding my card. Sacrebleu!! Bastards!!!

When he gave me back my insurance card and debit card with the proof of inspection, I dropped all of it into the pocket of the driver side car door. I touched the items with only my thumb and index finger. I proceeded to sanitize my hands and arms up to my elbows, then drove away.

I figured by the time I got home, the Rona had died. Plus I had no plans to lick my cards or the paper proof of inspection. I was grumbly as I walked in telling the kids that of course only one mo-fo without a mask and he waited on me.

Pony: Did you say anything?

Me: No!

Pony: If it upsets you then you should have told him “back off scarecrow”, I want someone wearing a mask.

The scarecrow reference is how I dealt early on with Tiff’s Treats. Lol! I’ll never live that down.

Anyway moving along. And eventually getting to a point. Kinda, sorta, maybe 😉

Kimbo told B that we could pay online. He just did. The inspection results were automatically communicated. Well alrighty then!

So just now, I went to Two Steps, One Sticker. Kick Up Your Heels for the New Texas Two Step. Sure enough, I was able to pay online. They will mail me my sticker in @ two days. I still might not get them by 11/30 but once the payment is all the way processed, I will have a virtual piece of paper via email for law enforcement. Yeah buddy. Now we’re cooking. With gas!

Finally to the sense of humor part. Or maybe just funny to me being so very easily amused. Dare I say lockdown giddy. As if the website naming Kick Up Your Heels for the New Texas Two Step wasn’t enough, they have a Dude, Where’s My Sticker? tracker. Get it? Dude, Where’s My Sticker?

And now, I am finally done. This silliness was brought to you by one J-Dub McGillicutty who was on vacay with too much time on her hands. Take that Tommy Shaw! 🙂

As always, more to come.

Curbside Shenanigans ~ 11/22/20

“Yes we have no bananas, we have no bananas today 🎶🎶🎶”.

We actually wanted five single bananas but Lulu made the order for five bunches. 12.55 lbs later we have this …

At Walmart, you make the order for how many. At H.E.B you order by the bunches. There is a side note which says 5-7 bananas are usually in a bunch. You can also pick ripe, almost ready, and green. At least we asked for green 🤦‍♀️.

On a side note we got two extra bags. Stuff we don’t normally use – ricotta cheese, neufchatel cheese, velveeta cheese, and string cheese. Do you see a pattern here. LOL. There was also whipped cream but the kind in the spray can … very fancy for us. A quart of half and half. Two cans of Pillsbury crescents. Finally some bacon. Someone is gonna upset when they unload.

I called H.E.B main office only number I could find. I chaired danced around, staying on hold while listening to swing trumpets 🎺 muzak. I had hoped they’d charge me for the extra goodies. The clerk told me they are not allowed to charge me. They also cannot accept any items back. Instead he took a list of the items, called the actual store and warned them to be on the lookout for the person who was shorted. By my calling, it expedited the matter by immediately confirming the issue was legit. As luck would have it, we were all on the phone at the same time. Problem, solved except …

I worry for the girl who loaded our items. Was this her first mistake? Will they take the amount lost from her pay? Or maybe worse fire her? And I’m not sure why but I feel guilty!!!! Maybe because I have so much already and I am taking free food like the free government cheese which my mom did not want to take. Who knows? Off to google what to do with too many bananas.

As always, more to come.

Funny Math ~ 10/29/20

I have not done one of these posts in a while. I have one related to the cost of prescription drug prices. Shocker I know! Such a racket. All of it!!

I have taken Crestor since 2003. I am on the very lowest therapeutic dose of 5 mg. Then I quarter it with my handy dandy pill splitter gadget. Originally I did this not to save money but to reduce the chance of side effects being generally pill adverse.

Somewhere along the way my insurance coverage changed. I was no longer fully covered at the discounted rates. I fought to get refills in 2017 eventually getting a “coupon” from the manufacturer. Since I quarter the pills, I have a year left of that 2017 order. To be safe and check out the current RX situation, I looked into a refill when I had my tele-med appointment earlier this year.

I went through a whole rigmarole to get pre-approved since for non-generic name brands that is now required. Even after approvals, my cost was $900 smack-a-roos. I was told the reason is I had yet to meet my deductible. Once that happens, the cost is only $221. Still way more than what I paid under a prior plan when everything was $30 brand and $7 generic.

Now the funny math. To get back to the $30/$7 plan, the cost of my insurance is about $1800 more a year. I am obviously better off paying the $900 barring no additional medical bills. Then I remembered some sage advice from a former mentor who said “I’d rather pay the doctor when I need him or her instead of an insurance company “just in case” I need to see a doctor”.

I know I cannot forgo health insurance. That is the main reason I still work. After 36 years of being a penny pincher, we probably could survive on my pension and 401K. But, we’d have to take out a mortgage for health insurance. Yeppers I realize I am being extreme. Maybe not a mortgage but perhaps a lien for a mid-sized car loan. And don’t get me started on property taxes! Oy Vey!!!

As always, more to come.

Always Gotta Look

Backstory first … we had an order that was supposed to come today. This was part of a decent size purchase arriving in separate packages 📦. We got an email that said “delivered at 1:39 pm, left at front door”. Well the results are in Maury and that was a lie! I’d been in and out the front door 🚪 twice and nothing.

Of course it was 8:30 pm before I read the email. B and I did a sweep in case the package 📦 was dropped at a different door 🚪 . We texted our neighbors. Nothing.

I did an online “call me” to report and faster than a cheetah my phone is ringing. Francisco placed a reorder telling me not to worry about it. Two day FedEx on the house and the goods will be delivered Friday.

All is well. It’s about 9:00 pm. We’re chillin 😎 watching “Guy’s Grocery Games” when I get a notification on my iPad. B Dub, your package 📦 has been delivered … left at mail box. B doesn’t believe it until I show him the email. What a coincidence seeing as I just talked to Francisco.

We get the flashlight 🔦 and make the trek to the mailbox. B telling me to watch for snakes. Now is when they move. They’re hunting.

Uh lovely said no one ever. Also it was loud AF. Grasshoppers or crickets 🦗 B says it’s what the snakes are after. There were lizards 🦎 everywhere too. Quiet 🤫 but on the move. More snake food.

Sure enough two packages 📦📦 were tossed on top of the mailbox. The missing package supposedly delivered at 1:39 pm and the t-shirts which were coming separately.

Whew 😅. I’m tired 😴. Okay the always gotta look 👀 title will be explained. It was chosen for this …

Non poisonous ☠️ garter snake

All B could say was “I thought 💭 I heard a snake when we walked by the first time”. He was right.

As always more to come.

You Be The Judge

Underwear or face mask?

It’s a gator

We suited up and took cupcakes to PoPo. B is also giving his dad the gift of free labor. While Lulu and I were inside with MoMo, the boys were tearing down the pool. She had to have that pool and they used it for only two seasons. Shame too but it’s become more trouble to keep up than it’s worth.

MoMo doesn’t wear masks in HER home. We do for her sake. She’s mainly social distancing and even skipped bunco last week. With our masks on, we still spread out six feet apart.

After a bit she asks: What’s on your face?

Me: A mask.

Her: That looks like your underwear. Do you want one of our masks?

Me: No thanks. I like my gator. B got a six pack and I took this one since it’d get ruined on the job.

Her: She didn’t say anything but gave me a look … the LOOK 👀

I’m laughing now. Kinda looks like underwear. Or maybe a slip or something. And Lulu’s mask is the one with the expletive @#!$& on it. Wonder what MoMo really thinks? Lol 🙂

As always more to come.