Friday, March 20, 2009
My niece, bless her heart, just wants the best for me. She was in hospital with a sickle cell crisis so I cared for her young son while she was hospitalized. Every single intern, doctor, technician or whomever that came into her room got "shoved" in my direction - and with NO tact! I was ready to give her a permanent head injury. But this one guy that I've seen in a distance for 5 years, who never even knew I existed, came to visit her. We were introduced and she immediately started singing the "my aunt is single you should take her out" song. After embarrassing us severely, I finally took the "I'm older than you, be quiet" approach to shut her up. Surprisingly, 4 days later I got a call from him and he invited me to dinner.......and that's all YOU"RE going to hear about that!! (LMAO)
My nieces son that I've been keeping is an inquisitive 5 year old (oops! now 6 year old) that insists on asking me "What Is" and "Why" about everything. What is baptism? (I got baptized last week) Why is he (the Pastor) holding my head under the water? Why can't girls run around with their top off like boys? Why can't he wrestle with girls, they want to wrestle him? ((Can you see me laughing and screaming and trying to explain this stuff?!)) I'm not a mom. I've never had a child in all my 50 years of life - until now!!! So, I change the subject to something I can talk intelligently about - SPONGEBOB! Now, ask me question about that, inquisitive one! lol
This week I'm reading Steve Harvey's "Act Like a Lady - Think Like a Man". Steve has always been one of my favorite comedians. His book is quite entertaining but he didn't tell me anything I didn't already know. (lol) I guess I've lived tooo long!
Well, gotta run! Duty calls! Until next time......
Keep a climbin'
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
They are nickel and dime-ing customers to death!
On my last flight, they were serving "cups of water" instead of the small bottles of water and I noticed they have joined the array of second class airlines that sell snacks. This wouldn't be so bad if their prices hadn't skyrocketed.
The other disappointing thing is I booked a trip and in less than 24 hours my return date needed to be change. I used their "chat" feature first to try to get the change and the gentleman kindly let me know I could do it online (which I already knew). I tried it online and the price increased by $190.00. I called the Special Member Services hotline (where I've ALWAYS gotten impeccable service) and explained the problem with the increase and he said the best he could do was cancel and delete the current itinerary. Naturally, I asked him to delete it and I switched to Orbitz where I got the same flight for a cheaper rate-on Delta.
Don't try to get a "good seat" because now Delta charges for all Exit Row Seats and all Aisle Seats in exit row sections. Any seat that might have a little more "comfort" is going to cost you extra. How sad, Delta. Shame on you!
Customer service at Delta isn't what it use to be and this is quite disappointing. The Medallion Program is a joke as there are no real incentives anymore.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
So I spent the last 2 weeks working in my yard. I've pulled weeds from flower beds and dug up rose bushes and all of the other hard to maintain shrubs and flowers. The yard is taking on the look I am accustomed too. :-)
I had to use my AMEX points last week to keep from losing them. Once the company refused to pay their bond holders, AMEX pulled the company's credit and closed all credit card accounts. Anyway, I just managed to get my points used up before they pulled them, too. I was able to get Home Depot giftcards to buy paint for repairsuse. So, being laid off isn't all bad. I am getting some things done I've always wanted to do. My body ache like heck though because I haven't done anything this strenuous in a long time. (lmao!) Need a massage!!! However, once I pop a Phentermine and drink 2 Red Bulls, I get energy and strength like you couldn't imagine. I turn into a regular WONDER WOOOO-MAN!! (lol).
Well, my sister's birthday is coming up and my brother-in-law wants us to go to Myrtle Beach for the weekend to celebrate. He's footing the bill so I'm looking forward to it. I think a get away will be nice for me right now.
I spent last night watching Imitation of Life. What an awesome movie!! I had forgotten how good it was and how it depicts what it is like for a child growing up in the South as a half white/half black kid.
I've bent your ears enough! Meanwhile, I want to ask you a political question? Where are our single folks and why aren't we speaking out politically, demanding our FAIR SHARE?! Afterall, more than half of the taxes paid come from single, middle class, childless workers.
Until then, remember to keep climbin......
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Well, admit it or not, President Bush, the United States IS going through another Great Depression and every darn American wakes up knowing that life's a bitch - and then you die.
Thanks to Stormy Ike, people are beginning to fight for gas. Pumps are dry and stations with gasoline are far and few in-between. Food prices have skyrocketed to the point that Granny's Possum Stew is going to be sounding pretty good to a lot of folks! (lmao)
I've had hard times before. Grew up in hard times. Bacon, grits and grease was my meal many days as a child. I fear some of those days might be returning. but I know I'm strong enough to handle it. Many want make it as they haven't a clue how to "tighten their belts" and ride it out. They would never live off peanut butter sandwiches or grits and bacon. They always thought it was just a myth when people spoke of times like these. Now they are about to find out the hard way that life's a bitch - and then you die.
Me? I'll survive. It won't be easy. I may even have to eat every other day instead of every day but that's ok, too. I believe we should eat to live and not live to eat. It's the 5 year old that I worry about. Children don't understand these things and he's been through so much already. My mother was his babysitter when he was born and mom died when he was about 2 years old All he knows is something is different. He knows she isn't in her house anymore and now he refuses to go to the house. He gets upset with my eldest sister who lives there saying she got rid of my mother. We continue to try and explain death and God to him, but how do you get a child to understand something so "grown-up". A year later, this same child found his uncle dead in my kitchen. He was 3 years old at the time and he still doesn't understand why God won't let his uncle come back home. He was very close to his uncle and has been acting out a little ever since.
So , here I am now a year later telling him I have to take his Sponge Bob away. He doesn't understand that he hasn't done anything wrong and it is simply because Auntie can't afford it right now. His mother and I always punished him by taking the TV away and making him study then off to bed. I guess it is only natural that he equate the loss of cable TV to him doing something wrong.
I spend everyday trying to make money from home with some of the online Internet sites (will never make enough to pay my mortgage and credit cards) and I send out resumes and fliers for a good 4 hours everyday. No hits yet. I'm not surprised. There are a lot of professional people out of work. My competition is going to be pretty stiff and to that I say C'est la vie!
I spend part of the day preparing the house to put it on the market if it comes to that. I would really hate having to do that because the market is just not good right now. I would never get anything out of it - might not even get what it is worth!
I don't know what to do. Anyway, my full concentration right now is keeping food on the table and getting the baby's medicine. He has asthma.
One day at a time. Every morning I get up and force myself to put one foot in front of the other and I just keep busy cause one thing I know for sure, life's a bitch - and then you die.
Jes' keep climbin' -
P/S - I appreciate all kind words, prayers and donations. :-)
Monday, August 25, 2008
Last year my nephew died - while cooking. Needless to say, there was a lot of smoke damage and the kitchen's linoleum had a burned spot where the pot he was holding settled and it needed replacing. My niece was very close to her brother and she and her 5 years old son found him and of course they were distraught beyond comprehension. Hoping to get as much repaired and cleaned up to minimize the effect on her, I contacted my insurance company to see if they could get somebody out to repair the damage before we returned from the funeral and ended up commiting the ultimate sin....I LET MY INSURANCE COMPANY PICK THE CONTRACTOR.
I know. Yes, it's just not done but all I could think about was that at least some of the reminders of that dreadful day would be gone. Anyway, in all fairness, the floor repairs were done "ok" but they totally messed up my cabinets. I had white-white cabinets but when I returned, they were almond. Now, I have white-white, stove, refrigerator, exhaust hoods, etc. and these ALMOND cabintets standing out. When I called the company and said, "you used the wrong color on my cabinets", he immediately responded, "your cabinets are white-white". I said yes, they were, but they are almond now. Of course they refused to repaint the cabinets the right color and the insurance company could care less. So now, everything else is white-white in my kitchen and the cabinets are almond. Yes, even the cabinet tops are white-white! they did not clean nor replace the white-white kitchenette, or the white doors or baseboards. In their mind, the smoke went straight to the ceiling and didn't touch the walls. So, they painted the ceilings, but not the wall.
When I challenged this with the insurance company, they then painted the ceiling and the walls, but not the trim! Can you say EXASPERATING!! Paul Davis Restoration - stay away from them when it comes to painting. You can do a better job yourself. Customer service stinks!
This one is the kicker - in May 5, 2008 year I hired Morningstar Restoration to replace my roof and repair 3 ceilings that were damaged. The roof was finally done in August 2008. The three water-damaged ceilings still have not been replaced or repaired. Now, they called me and told me if I hired a handy man they would return that money to me, but of course they didn't. They held on tothe money stating they will give me my $445 refund once the company sends them the balance of the money owed. they felt certain the company would send the balance (probably over a thousand dollars) to me so they will just hold on to my $445 to see if they get their money.
Can you say STUPID?! I was furious so I filed a complaint with the BBB, afterall they proudly sport the BBB on their contract. I also sent all the documents to my nephew, who is a JAG. All I want is my darn ceilings repaired! Why can't Contractors do what they are paid to do? Are there any contractors in the Atlanta Georgia area that aren't thieves!!!!!!!
Well, let's see what happens. It's in my lawyer's hands now. Meanwhile, Ill do everything I can to make sure other consumers are aware of unethical and untrustworthy contractors that I deal with!
And me, well, - I jes' keep climbin'
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Toward the end of 2004, my mother was diagnosed with inoperable stomach cancer. When my sister called me and told me that, I called my friend and we immediately drove home. Mom was 84 years old. I've always known that someday I would get that awful phone call saying mom was dead. However, I am greatful that I was given the opportunity to spend time with her before she died. We always think we have all of the time in the world with the people we love.
Well, I wanted her last days to be as comfortable as possible so whatever my mother wanted, I got it for her. She did not want to go in a care facility or the hospital. She wanted to stay home so I bought her an alarm bracelet and installed an alert system in the house so we could always be notified if she fell or something. I bought her medicine, eyeglasses, food and paid for her doctor visits which she could not afford on her fixed income. I consulted with her doctors from a distance to see what if anything we could do to help her through this time.
I went home on weekends and spent time with her, just talking about whatever she wanted to talk about. She had forgotten the doctor's told her she had cancer and one day a friend of mine called her and she told him we were keeping something from her. I don't know if she blocked it out intentionally or if the morphine was affecting her. I know she hated the way the morphine made her feel. See, my mother was a "controller", always had to be in charge so when the morphine made her feel "light headed", she resented that and I would have to make her take her meds to ease the pain.
We spent several nights talking about my dad before she died. When I was growing up, she would never talk about him to me no matter how often I asked. She would only say "your daddy was a good man but he was too much of a momma's boy". She didn't get along with her mother-in-law apparently.
I'm glad that before she died, she told me about dad and his side of the family. I finally understood the years I lost with him and the reason for the rift between her, daddy and my grandmother. When I went to visit her that Saturday, she said that the "spirit" told her to talk to me about my father. And so she did. It was enlightening and I became so overwhelmingly emotional, I couldn't drive back to Georgia (mom lived in SC near Charleston). Incidentally, I don't really know anybody on my father's side of the family. Momma introduced me to a couple of them when Iwas younger, but I wouldn't know them now from anybody else. My grandmother and my aunt has died so I'll never know them.
Anyway, mother died the next week after we had our long talk about daddy. I remember that several times during my visits, mother would say there was a man sitting on the foot of her bed and she didn't know him. She would just ask "who is that man sitting on my bed. Tell him to get off my bed". I believe it was the angel of death and she saw him a couple of times before she died.
As the caregiver, my eldest sister and I were named administrators of the estate. There wasn't a lot to administrate over so that wasn't too difficult (smile). No matter how hard you try to prepare, it's difficult to prepare for a death. We managed somehow to muddle through and I was so proud of my nephews as they stepped up and took care of their aunts and cousins and each other through this tough time - the way mother taught us.
Mother died March 29, 2005 and was buried the first week of April. A week after my mother's death, my niece's father-in-law died so the children lost two grandparents within a week of each other. Talk about tough.
By now, I've used up all of my savings and started falling behind with some of my creditors - but I don't regret it. Her last days were as comfortable as possible and that's all I cared about.
Four months after burying mother, I end up in a car accident. A driver decides to go around stopped traffic by passing in a "no passing zone" on the right and struck my car while I was making a left turn. The officer charges me stating I didn't yield for oncoming traffic. Doesn't matter that he wasn't suppose to be passing traffic on the right shoulder of a highway. Now, I have to spend money to get to and from work until my car gets fixed. I spend every night wishing the other driver (A. Williams) get his due!! That was his third accident that year, according to him. I bet he squeezed out of those, too. In September of the same year, I end up having emergency surgery due to gallstones. It just seemed like enough couldn't happen to me that year!
Symbol of my life - Sawyer Brown's song that said, "everybody's busy with their own situation, everybody's lost in their own little world, not really caring what their neighbor's going through".
That's where I was. You'd think things would start looking up, but they didn't. Right after mother died, my nephew, his sister and her 3 year old moved in with me. My nephew was suffering (literally) from sickle cell anemia and COPD. He could get better health care in GA than SC and my niece just wanted to move and start fresh after graduating from college. I loved having them with me. The house was "lived" in. My nephew was on two oxygen concentrators and was home all day so that increased my utilities from $70 a month to $218.00 a month.
I got to tell you though, that it was inspirational being around him. Since birth, he struggled with pain from sickle cell anemia but he never let it win. No matter what the doctors told him, he made a liar out of them. Since he was a baby they were telling us he had 6 months to a year to live. He lived to be 30. He did whatever he wanted to do. He loved the drums. He played drums like no other. He taught himself to play the guitar and the keyboard. But his first instrument, his first love, was the drum.
Yeah boy, he loved those drums. One of his greatest dreams was to march with SC State 101 Marching band. Now, he shouldn't have even tried because his hip was deteriorating and he badly needed hip surgery but it was what he wanted to do - and he did it. His mother wanted to go to the college and ask them to take him off the band and called and ask what I thought. I told her "No, let him enjoy his life. Don't let him spend his life saying I wish I had. Let him spend his life doing what he wants while he can. Just make sure he understands he'll probably end up in the hospital afterwards". He marched and yes, he ended up in the hospital afterwards - but he had no regrets. He had lived his dream.Unfortunately, his sister found him dead in the kitchen on April 24, 2007. He was cooking and some how another his Flolan line (a life-sustaining medication given by IV) came loose. I never wanted him on Flolan. I told the doctors not to put him on it because I was afraid something would happen and it did. We don't know what happened that day. The house was filled with smoke from the pots burning, grease was on the floor from either him slipping and wasting it on himself before he fell or he spilled the grease on himself, moved away to quickly, fell and accidentally pulled his IV loose. Either way, he's gone. The kitchen had a good bit of smoke damage and the linoleum had a large burn where the pot he was holding had landed. Apparently, the bottom of the pot was extremely hot. What a day. The hardest day of my life. Worst than when mother died. See, mom was 84 years old and you know that at some point, the older they get, the closer you are to that day when you'll have to say good bye. But when they're young like this, it's hard. For a long time, I found myself slipping into a depression and I would fight my way back because I know I needed to be there for his sister.
Well, we got through the funeral some how and I am gradually coming back from my depressive state.
So without a doubt - life for me ain't been no crystal stairs...
Until next time ........jes' keep on climbin'!
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