MY TURN

You may have noticed that most of my blogs are written about the men in my life.  First there was Husband and all the dumb things he did.  Now there is "The Man" who provides me with an endless stream of material to write about.  But every now and then I do something so dumb that I need to be fair and let the world know what an idiot I can be.

It all started when I was still in MI wanting to send some goodies to my oldest grand daughter who is now in her second year of college.  She attends LSU and is doing an amazing job on her way to a career in engineering. (She is defiantly her parents child with none of her grandmother's stupidity in her.) ANYWAY . . .  I decided to go on Amazon to see what they had in the way of "Goodie Boxes". I found exactly what I was looking for, a whole box full of snacks.  It was the perfect gift to surprise the college student.   I quickly ordered it so it would get to her that week. 

Fast forward two and a half weeks and I still had not gotten a text from my grand daughter thanking me for her package.  This is unusual because she ALWAYS send a text when she hears from me.  I happened to be talking to her dad so I asked if his daughter had said anything about getting a package from me.  He didn't think so but then called her and asked.  She told him she had not received anything.  I couldn't understand what had happened because I had gotten a text from Amazon showing a picture of the package sitting outside her door. At least that's what I THOUGHT I saw. Upon closer scrutiny I realized the door in the picture was MY DOOR IN FLORIDA !  I had been in such a hurry to get the package sent that I didn't catch the address I was sending it to.  DUH!  DUH!  AND  DUH!    I was feeling quite stupid! 

But it gets even better !

I still wanted to get those snacks to my college girl so I went back on Amazon and re-ordered the same item but this time I was very careful of the address where it was being sent.  (Meanwhile the first box was sitting outside my FL condo for a couple of weeks getting rained on almost every day.  It was quite the mess when my daughter went over to pick it up.) Sure enough 2 days later I got a text from Louisiana thanking me for all the wonderful snacks.

But it doesn't end there.

About a week ago I put in an Amazon order for myself. I needed some pecans to snack on, a pair of Arthritis gloves, (my hands are very sore these days), and a bottle of special mouth wash. (I have a tooth that will be pulled in 3 weeks and the oxide mouth wash is keeping it from hurting.)  I sort of forgot about the things I ordered and vaguely remembered getting a note from Amazon saying the order was running late.   Fast forward to 2 days ago when I get a FACE TIME call from my college student. It is not unusual for her to call but a face time call is rare.  When I answered she was laughing, which is also not unusual. She went on to tell me that she had gotten a box that morning addressed to her. When she opened it she was confused by the contents.  There was a bag of pecans, a pair of arthritis gloves and a bottle of mouthwash.  Some how she knew right away what her goofy grandmother had done.   It seems that because she was the last person I had sent something from Amazon they had her LSU address in the "ship to" box on the order page.  Dummy me never checked on the address when I put in my order so instead of coming to me in FL it went to my grand daughter in LA.  

We both had an extremely good laugh and thoroughly enjoyed our face time chat. I promised her I would REALLY check all the information when I order anything from Amazon. I also told her to enjoy the pecans and just bring the other 2 items home with her at Christmas. She can wrap them up and give them to me as a gift.  

At this rate I probably won't remember any of this and will be totally surprised and delighted that my grand daughter knew EXACTLY what I needed.

BACK IN FLORIDA

O.M.G.    It has been a Looooooooooooong month and it's only the 21st.  Speaking of it being October 21, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY DAUGHTER KERI".   How is it possible that I have children that old ?   Kyle is 51, Keri turns 48 today and Kent is 46.  That must mean I am OLD !!!!  

I am feeling old these days thanks to a zillion little things that are going on.  It was a wonderful, wonderful summer in Michigan.  Beautiful weather and lots of time to rest and relax.  Good thing because the month of October has been CRAZY !!!  We usually start our drive down to Florida the first or second of October. This year The Man's son, girlfriend and her 2 boys arrived the 29th of September and visited for a week.  That meant no packing the car until they left on October 5th.  It was a chaotic week to say the least.  The good thing was that DJ drove The Man to Florida and I got to fly home. It took them 3 days and it too me 6 hours. I consider that a win especially when I had 2 days all to myself to settle back in.  DJ flew back to Alaska and the circus came to town.  The day after DJ left, Florida's East Coast was hit by a hurricane. Fortunately it made landfall about an hour north of us so we didn't have any problems at all.  Good thing because the following week our refrigerator stopped working and we had no hot water.  Thankfully the land lord got the water situation fixed right away and as of today the refrigerator has been replaced. Only problems with both of those adventures is that I had to empty out the shed where the water heater is for that to get repaired and then empty out the fridge and freezer so the old fridge could go and a new one could come in for me to fill.  Of course The Man couldn't help, which I do understand, but it is hard for me to sweating while he sits and watches me while complaining about how cold he is.  

 In between all that we have been running to doctor appointments almost daily. There was one day when The Man had 4 different appointments at the VA hospital. When he made the appointments last year he THOUGHT it was a wonderful idea to schedule everything on the same day.  NOT !!!!!!! We arrived at the VA at 9:15 AM and got home at 4 PM.  Because The Man had so many appointments at different places in the HUGE hospital he decided he would get a wheel chair and I could push him around all day.  Lucky Lucky me !!!! It took two days for us to recover from that one day.  

Things are slowly quieting down, I HOPE, but I'm ready to go back to MI. At least up there the people have some semblance of intelligence.  Last week The Man had an appointment with his allergist. We left here in plenty of time, drove to the building where her office has been for the past 2 years, parked the car, took out the oxygen tank, got it all hooked up so that The Man could walk into the building, take the elevator to the second floor and walk all the way to her office at the far end of the hallway.  (The walking required several stops for The Man to catch his breath.)  When we got to the office door the lights were out and the sign was gone from the door.  Taped to the window in the door was a note saying, "WE HAVE MOVED".  It gave the address of the building next door.  The Man was not happy.  Back down to the car we went with him muttering the entire way.  I was in total agreement with him that you would think someone from the Dr's office should have called or sent a letter to tell patients about the move before they arrived at the locked door.   Anyway, back into the car, drive over to the next building, up the elevator to the third floor and walk all the way down the walk way.  This building has offices that are accessed from the outside, like a motel. We stepped out of the elevator only to find ourselves walking into a "river". The roof over the walkway was sagging down and water was dripping down onto the walk.  We had to walk through that to get to the door of the "new" office.  (Why would you move to such a dump?  Rent must have been pretty cheap.). Actually the "new" office used to be Quest Labs where I would often go to get blood work done.  I knew Quest had moved out but didn't realize who had moved in.  I knew the suite number from when I would go to the lab so I knew where we were going. Good thing !!  When we got to the door there was no number on the door and no sign saying who was inside. That gave The Man something else to grump about. He started complaining to the poor girl at the reception desk and she looked like she was ready to cry.  (Apparently we were not the only patients to complain.) Her response to The Man was, "What am I supposed to do?"  We suggested a piece of paper, a magic marker and some tape.  That was too much for her to process. 

It is now almost a week later and The Man is still talking about that day.  I'm just glad we are done with that appointment.  I need to rest up and gather my strength for my dentist visit on Wednesday when I will have a tooth pulled.   

It just keeps on getting better and better.  Michigan here I come !!!!!