We went to Columbus for the weekend to visit C and L and the babes. Really nice weekend. I know I wasn’t the best guest (got sick several times, couldn’t eat) and I’m sorry for that, but it was very relaxed and casual and it was great to see everyone. Even got to see T & R. R is getting so tall and beautiful. Such a lady too.
My absolute favorite part was when everyone settled down either napping or chatting and I went up where H was coloring and we just sat and talked and watched cartoons and colored and talked some more. Which brings me to the title of this post. A commercial came on while we were talking about something and we both looked at each other when it was over and said, simultaneously, “That can’t be for real”. Now H is a five-year old boy and if he thinks it’s a disgusting toy, you can bet it’s over the limit. It was funny, we both raced downstairs like a couple of kids to find C and J and tell them all about it. You will have to click over to the “Toys” page to see what it is, I’m not going to spoil it, but it’s over the top bad. Upon further searching the vast reaches of the internet, I found out that Mattel has plans for a Barbie version, but, that is also on the “Toys” page.
I am so in Love with my grandkids. I could sit and talk to my grandson for hours. It’s so hard to believe that he is only five. I know that I am prejudiced, but his word recognition and social skills are so beyond any five-year old I’ve ever met. He is a born leader and I have no doubt that he will make his mark on the world. Oh and there is nothing like the kiss of a baby girl and the sweet way she says “I love you”. She is so into dresses and costumes. Grandma is going to have a blast looking for costumes for her. I might even fire up my sewing machine and make some funky summer dresses for her.
Off to update the “Toys” page. Come on over and check it out.
I’ve seen a lot of things in my life, some I will repeat and some I can’t. This is just so wrong on so many levels that I just had to share.
I went to the doctors today for a B-12 shot. Now to get to his waiting room you have to pass through two glass doors. When I get to the first door, I notice that the waiting room is packed. Lovely, I think to myself. I’m just here for a quick shot, this will take forever. About that time I hit the second door ant this intense odor hits me in the face like a wet dishcloth. Onions, and dressing, and meat? Sure as shit, there in the middle of a crowded waiting room full of people coughing and sneezing are three people eating their lunch. Sandwiches and chips and pop all spread out on the few empty seats there were. Now I stand there and stare at these people for a goodly amount of time, cause I’m not believing what I am seeing here. I go to the window to sign in and I’m thinking to myself that with my weak stomach there is no way I’m going to be able to sit in that waiting room with those smells.
Well, I made it about three minutes before my tummy started doing its flip thing and I know I’m in trouble. I walk back to the window and ask as nicely as I could if I could reschedule my appointment as I am unable to be in the waiting room at this time.
The ladies were concerned and ushered me back to a room immediately. When I explained that it was the food smell, they looked at each other. They had no idea that someone was having dinner in their waiting room.
This was just wrong on their part for so many reasons I can’t even begin to list them all. I would never bring food into a room swimming with contaminants and proceed to spread my lunch where everyone else spreads their ass. I’m so disturbed by the image that is burned into my brain. And these were not teenagers, there were a man and woman in their 40’s and a woman in her 60’s. What were they thinking? I guess common sense isn’t as common as I’d like to believe.