Month: July 2003

The house insurance is supposedly all set. Apparently they didn’t put my account number on the check (?) and it was credited to my car insurance. That would explain the refund check they sent me, eh?

Anyway, it’s taken care of. I did want to smack the agency woman who said “And if your mortgage company is going to pay your bill can you make sure they put your account # on the check?” Um, how am I supposed to do that, drive down to Florida? Why didn’t you tell them that when you had them on the phone last week, schmuck? It’s hardly MY responsibility. If the insurance company gets a check from Joe Blow Home Loans for the exact amount due on my homeowner’s insurance, why would they assume it was a car insurance payment? Once again, I say, “Schmuck.”

Three Day Weekend, we hardly knew ye.

And to end it with a bang, I have to have a discussion about death with Junior when he watches a Disney movie where the grandfather not only dies of lukemia, he dies right there in front of the granddaughter.

I need to figure out how to talk about these things in language he can understand without scaring him. “Disease” just isn’t a concept he’s familiar with. “Is that like when you break your arm? Or if your eyes are too big?” (Huh?) “No, it’s more like if your eyes stopped working and you couldn’t see anything anymore. But that wouldn’t kill you” (unless it was brain cancer or something but really, do we need to go there at 9:30 on a Sunday night when he should already be in bed? No, I don’t think so.)

I just don’t want him to start obsessing about cancer and disease and people dying. Although he just handles the people dying part so well. I’d give anything to have that attitude. It’s very matter-of-fact at this age. Just another thing that happens that he doesn’t really understand but just takes it as something that happens. Like how I know when it’s time to put the recycling out by the curb. Actually, it causes about that much emotion in him at this point. He seems to get the “never see the person again” concept but it doesn’t bother him. I suppose that will change when it’s someone he actually knows and cares about.

But I don’t really want to think about this stuff right now, thanks so much Disney Channel.

Just a cute picture from the 4th of our sadly hole-filled pool. I didn’t get a picture of the replacement because I was in it most of the day. In this photo we have turned on the sprinkler and they are using umbrellas because it seemed like something really fun to do. The second pic is of a car that was parked across the street from my house that morning. I assume it was headed for (or had been in) a parade or a car show, but it was across the street. I’d never seen it before.

And lastly, this is where I am currently sitting, typing this entry:

Someone shoot me the next time I say I’m thinking of going to BJs. Oh my goodness, is it ever easy to stock up on stuff you think you need but you really really don’t. Except for the water bottles. I love my Poland Spring sports bottles. Junior grabs one and puts it on the table and then any time he needs a drink he just uses that one. It makes him self-sufficient and it means I don’t have to worry about him knocking it over if the cap is shut, which he does very well.

But did I really need the bucket-free car washing cloths?

Happy Deathday!
Your name:	BigDumpTruck
You will die on:	Saturday, February 25, 2034
You will die of:	Caffeine Overdose
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Ya, so I did monkey with it a bit. I wanted to die well and of the three combos I put in, this one was the best way to die. Well, drive-by-shooting might be more exciting but I’d rather not. And suicide just isn’t my style, even it it wouldn’t happen for aother 23 years.