Posted by Becky on September 27, 2009
Which is what I would expect to read in the Ventura Star. But no, I think we want the world-at-large to believe that here in Sunny Camarillo, nothing bad ever happens here by someone who lives here. No, it’s always those damn outsiders. Like oh, say, somebody from Oxnard vandalizes a Camarillo home. That makes the news and so does a new city ordinance to keep bicycles off of the fucking sidewalks! Old people have the right of way and a 12 year old or a parent with child in tow can handle a 4,000 lb car, right? Now, I do get annoyed when I see someone ride a bike on the sidewalk and not conduct themselves as a pedestrian. But I don’t need a fucking ordinace to tell someone, “get the fuck out of my way, asshole”! Which, I must be honest, I have been known to do in the case of bad manners.
But, getting back to my first rant, the public has a right to know what is going on in their own neighborhood. So, if it’s not in the paper by tomorrow………..
Posted by Becky on August 20, 2009
I drove directly home tonight (my Friday, your Thursday) dog-assed tired. I’m talking too-tired-to-fucking-knit, tired. My idiot bell on my dashboard chimes in that I need diesel so I pull into the Shell on Los Posas (Being trained like Pavlov’s dog, when I hear a bell chime I perform like a trained monkey)
Now, I normally go to Chevron where I get into altercations with assholes over why I won’t pull forward because they don’t understand the concept of diesel trucks and green handles, it’s just complicated, but like I said, I was tired. I put my card into the slot, something says “Hello” which was unsetteling and a commercial for Shell starts to play on the TV monitor at the pump. Really? You think a monitor showing commercials about gas is necessary at a gas pump? Then suddenly like a news flash I get told to see the attendant. And like the trained monkey I am, I go and there is Jahne (that’s what it said on her name tag) , she asked for my card and what pump number and away I go. I did manage to knit a few rows while waiting for the truck to fill up. So, I have that going for me, which is good.
The pump shuts off at $81.41, I toddle on over to collect my debitt card and receipt and be on my merry fucking way. You would think, right? After several attempts at PIN entries and what not Jahne determines my card is no good and asks, “Do you have another card?” No ”Do you have any cash?” WTF? No, I don’t have any cash because if I did we wouldn’t be dickoig around with this fucking card. She swiped my card repeatedly and when I offered to write her a check you would have thought I had tried to rob the place. “No! No checks!” Hit the deck!
Okay, I then offered to go all the way to the bank and come back with her money. I know that sounds fishy, but I was sincere. She then tells me they have an ATM in the store and could I use that please? Fine what-fucking-ever, I’m freaking tired. So I stumble on over to the ATM and when it displays that the transaction is going to cost me $2.50 I lost it. I cancelled the transaction and said, ”are you out of your mind? I’m going to spend $2.50 to give you 80 bucks? I don’t think so.
I would have just stormed out, but that would have been stealing and I am not a criminal. I may be a cranky old lady who is unable to tolerate idiots at the end of the day, but I am not a thief. So, I tried to remain calm and think this through. How about you run it through as credit card instead of a debit card, I suggest. Or try to type the numbers instead of swiping the card. (I use to have to do that at the AFY when the back gets worn out) Low and fucking behold she tried something and whatever it was it worked. Or maybe she was bullshitting me all along. Oh, but she smiled and thanked me while the guy behind me wanted to rip off somebody’s head and wear it for a hat.
The more I thought about it the more it pissed me off that the person behind the counter wasnt able to figure out the situation. It’s her job. She should know what to do. I’ve been robbed at gunpoint working at a gas station and knew what to do. Be polite, hand over the money, remember to sound the silent alarm, Stall them without being obvious. (I offered rolled coins and he wanted them in a cigaretted carton) and the cops were there before he had a chance to walk away. She was overwhelmed by technology. I, the consumer, should not have to train or instruct her on how to make my transaction work. And it probably isn’t even her fault. Someone put here there all alone and most likely didn’t properly train her.
Then later on this evening I went to pay some bills online and I have TWO transaction for $81.41 each and one for $10.00 from Shell on my online bank statement. WTF was the $10 for?
Now, I’m mad. I’m so mad, I just lost my train of thought or maybe the train doesn’t even stop here anymore. This is not the end of the world, it’s fixable, but this is the kind of shit that is wearing me down. Kaiser owes me $900 because someone didn’t know how to add and now Shell has potentially billed be twice for one tank of gas.
I’m beginning to wonder if it is me or is this what Ted Kaczynsky was ranting about?
Posted by Becky on June 26, 2009
First, the First lady of SC compares herself to Job and now her husband compares himself to King David? When you’ve acted like a complete douchbag, (not so much that he cheated on his wife), but he elected to leave the country on Father’s Day Weekend, don’t quote the mother fucking bible. Especially King David, who was a pussy for sending an innocent man to be killed so he could marry his wife, Bathsheba.
WTF is the message here? David should have been on the battlefield(where a king is suppose to be) and you should have been running SC (where a Governor is suppose to be?) And you couldn’t even get a domestic mistress? Are the Republicans outsourcing that too?
You know, because a human being, man or woman, has an affair, I don’t fault them. As humans we are not infallable. And rarely, should an affair affect a persons ability to perform their duties. But if you ran a mother fucking AM/PM and didn’t show up for work for three days. Your ass would be toast.
Quoting the bible will not endear you to anyone, unless they don’t read the bible If you have ever read the story of King David you would know that there was a major cover up to hide his sin. And it wasn’t “Hiking in the Appalacians on Naked Hiking day” you fucking idiot. You fucked up, we all do. But we don’t compare ourselves to biblical characters to evoke sympathy.
We are American’s and we admit it when we fuck up. Repeat after me,” I fucked up and I’m truly sorry to those who I have hurt and I will try to be a better person.” and move on.
Posted by Becky on June 23, 2009
Also known as HMO’s. So, as you know, I’ve been given a medical run around. First, I was diagnosed with a bladder infection when I had no symptoms of a bladder infection. I went due to a high fever and on Sunday, after my fever was 100.4 they told me at the ER I *might* have an intestinal obstruction. Which I don’t because I’m still, well let’s just say, things are moving right along. All this on top of my hysterectomy. So, NOW these mother fuckers are not current with my co-pays. I have paid over $3000.00 on a Health Savings Credit Card (which my employer provides me with) and $500 of my own money and they want more because they say I haven’t met my deductible. I’m sitting at home trying to heal and now I have to have CMH fax over my proof of payment (I don’t have a fax) to my work, have the lady in Sales fax it to Kaiser so they can update their records! WTF? I have to help in their accounting, too? This is ridiculous.
Don’t get me wrong I am extremely grateful that my employer provides me with health care, both for myself and my husband. I know this is not the norm in today’s work force. Not only do I have complete coverage, but they pay my deductible, also unheard of. But what is pissing me off is they are not getting what they are paying for. If Kaiser does this to every patient how much money do they make while it sits in their bank account collecting interest? Or how many old’confused/medicated people cant figure it out and keep paying?
And if it’s fucked up now wait until the government gets involved. It will be like the fucking DMV. Remember, I was a threat to Homeland Security sat the DMV when I got married and Social Security didn’t update my records and my name didn’t match my driver’s license. Again, some slacker not doing their job on time.
But on a happier not, I finished my socks. And it’s my bosses birthday who was diagnosed with cancer over 7 years ago and looks healthier than ever. His secret, green tea!
Posted by Becky on June 21, 2009
What a year I’m having! Had a temperature on Friday, Joseph drove me to Urgent Care (John was en route to San Diego) and they told me I had a bladder infection. Okay! Never had a fever with one of those, but you’re the doctor! They put me on antibiotics and I felt somewhat better until today. Checked my temperature around five PM and it was 100.4. So, I call Kaiser Nurse Triage and they told me to go to the ER and, the nurse pointed out, fever’s don’t normally accompany bladder infections. That’s what I thought! Plus, I never feel like I have a bladder infection. So, John and I go off to CMH and I’m admitted and lounging around in my cubicle when I see Kathleen Turnbull walk by. If you don’t know Kathleen, you should. She’s a great lady and a knitter. She works both at CMH and Saint John’s as a nurse while going to school for her PHd. So, she’s admiring my sock and I told her I’m ready to go down with my STICKS IN MY HAND. I got some great meds for my abdominal pain, downloaded Loving Frank on my Kindle, read and knitted off and on, then the doctor sees me and says he’ll have some test ran. A couple hours go by and my nurse asks the doctor, ”What are the plans for the patient in room four?” and he states he’s waiting on my CT Scan results. She looks at my chart and points out HE DIDN’T ORDER a CT SCAN!
I ♥ nurses. This dip stick would have sat around for HOURS waiting. She brings me more pain meds, mentions the little “mix-up” and apologizes. Which I told her was not necessary as she didn’t screw it up and hey I’m just now working my toe section of my sock so I shouldn’t put my needles down at this point. You just keep them drugs coming.
The nicest young man from transportation (his name was Joe) took me to have a CT scan. (He’s working and going to school to be a nurse.) Did I mention I ♥ nurses? WE go back to my room and John is asleep in my BED! I arm wrestle him for the bed and he settles back in on the chair. Wait about an hour and I get more pain meds without asking (I think the doctor felt bad) and then he comes in to tell me that it looks like I ”might” have an intestinal obstruction. Which, btw, doesn’t cause fever which is why I came here in the first place.
So, now I am on a clear liquid diet until I see my doctor who performed my surgery from damn near a month ago to see if I need surgery again! Now, you would think he would have noticed an obstruction a month ago because I specifically asked about scar tissue from my surgery of 29 years ago after Joseph was born. Who will be having a birthday this Saturday. So how ironic is that?
So, I left the ER with paperwork that states Abdominal pain and fever – uncertain cause and I’m to go see Dr. Martin ASAP. So, what I’m getting at is Sandy, can I bum a ride again?
Posted by Becky on June 6, 2009
I paid my B of A credit card through my B of A checking account and today I get my bill and it states that I was late and my interest has gone up. So I call and my due date was 5/29 and I paid on 5/29 and it was posted on 6/1 so what the fuck? How is that my problem that that took days to post my money. The customer service lady took care of it deducted my late fee and then stated that my interest hike wasn’t due to a late charge but that I was notified via letter (I wasn’t or I wouldn’t be using it) So, I was able to go back to my previous interest rate as long as I don’t use the card. Cut it up. Probelm solved. Next
Best Buy send me a bill for $700 dollasr after I paid my bill in full before the due date where it is just like cash for six months. It was due on 5/21 I arranged for it to be paid by 5/21 but, again, it was posted on 5/22 and so I am late, but the guy in India appreciated that I TRIED to pay it on time. FUCKING COCK SUCKING SON OF A BITCH. I hope McDonalds fries your french fries in cow fat! The bastard would not BUDGE. Again I have no control over when my money gets received I can only specify what date I want them to get it. So now I have to call B of A again! I’m freaking exhausted. I need to be healing and not dealing with this bullshit.
So, America stop using your credit cards even if you think you are using them same as cash, (like I have done for years without a problem) they are still going to fuck you one way or another.
Posted by Becky on June 2, 2009
And I have to admit I really liked it! And it’s not jsut the drugs talking here, peo[ple. Now, granted, he’s no Craig Furgeson and I am by no means a late night show critic, but I’m home with nothing else to do so what the hell, right? He has a new stage and I just love the moon and search lighte theme. It looks very snazzy.
Conan had Pearl Jam! Freaking Pearl Jam on the Tonight Show! Can you believe it? Finally, it suits my liking. With Jay I couldn’t concentrate on anything because he seemed to be turning into Grandpa Munster before my eyes.
And Conan had Will Ferrill too! (who is up for a Tony, btw, for is play about Bush and his CB handle is Choco Taco. Late night is very educational) And did you know that Liza Minelli was a communist? It’s true I saw it right there on the TV.
It’s 12:38 AM and I’m blogging as if I had a late night reader. I feel like a kid who is playing teacher. I’ve made up little jobs for myself while I recuperate. I clock in to Yoville every 8 hours and collect my pay check. Buy some things for the house (in Yoville) . It’s BBQ season, you know and I find furniture much easier to move when I have a mouse in my hand. What that has to do with BBQ season, I really don’t know. I knit something and then either a cat shits on it or a dog chews it up. And now, late night blogging. I figure, if I pretend like I’m working, I won’t lose my mind sitting around the house, but I think that train has pretty much left the station.
Well, that’s all for tonight, folks. Hope you’ve enjoyed the show.
Posted by Becky on May 19, 2009
so, I get an e-mail from the United States Post Office stating a delivery was attempted and no one was at work to sign for it and I just knew it was my Kindle. I can buy Call of The Wild for 89 cents!!! Isn’t that amazing???So, I call and “NO, we do not make second attempts at delivery” the “nice” lady tells me. So I drive down to the end of C street in Oxnard and stand in line at the Post Office wondering to myself how did Terry handle this and then they can’t find it! WTF? I give up and return to work and low and behold at 11 Am when the mail is delivered there is my Kindle WTF? Okay, now the USPS is just fucking with me.
Today, I’m driving in to work and a truck hauling a trailer loaded down with huge pipes losses it’s right rear tire. I mean, it literally flew off the axle thingamagig (it’s a real word) I had to swerve to dodge it and then my vision was obstructed by sparks. It looked like someone was welding on titanium. I pulled over to see if they were okay and to check out my truck and everything was okay (for me, at least) they had quite a ways to walk to pick up that tire before it caused a serious accident.
So, let’s recap: Chewed couch, broken mirror, crank e-mailed by the USPS and a near accident. What next?
And then today, to my mortification, we had to have a meeting about me being out of work! A meeting? I told my boss, when in doubt to just say to himself
WHAT WOULD BECKY DO?
Seriously, I crack me up.
Posted by Becky on May 16, 2009
So, I wake up happy (because it’s Friday right?) and I have the house to myself which is a rarity that I truly enjoy, I stumble out to make my coffee and to my horror discover this.
The little @##$%%^’s chewed my couch like it was a giant chew toy. And they pulled a shit load of stuffing out and it was all over the house. I yelled, they ran, I looked for them to beat them prufusely about the head and found this.
Apparently I’m all bark and no bite, because I just couldn’t bring myself to physically punish them so I tried the Joseph method. When Joseph was a teen he HATED when I would lecture him for hours on end. He just wanted a beating and be on his merry way. So I made them sit at attention and listen to me ramble on for minutes, which to a dog is hours. And they promised never to do it again. Or so I think.
I go to work at the Yarn Store and tra la la come home and try to get into my bathroom and the fucking door won’t open. ( Now, the dogs have been outside all day. Unless the climbed in throught the window. Hmmmm) Sorry, I had a bit of a mental commercial back there, okay back to our story.
So, as you might remember I was going to clean the bathrom yesterday but a cat was in the sink so, I was going to try again. I tried and tried to get in and push and push thinking a towel or a dead cat is stuck against the door and I finally get it open and find this!!
Our medicine cabinet slash mirror just fell off the fucking hinges! And I blame faulty workmanship and it’s a good thing the “handy man” who installed this isn’t home.
Now, I am not a superstitious person, but WTF?
Today I have to go to a wedding and horror of horrors I will have to use the shower in the GUYS BATHROOM! I actually thought for a minute I should check into a hotel just to use the shower. I have lived here for over ten years and I have never used the boys shower. I mean, they spent there teen years in their. No amount of scrubbing can wash those images out of my mind.
So, this trend of bad luck is really starting to bother me because I am having surgery in a week!
Maybe the house is trying to tell me something.
Okay, (gulp) time for my shower.
ETA Okay I made it out of the shower, got dressed and everything was groovy until I tried to put my watch on and had to add a fucking link!!!!
How the H E double hockey sticks (to quote Monica) do your wrists get fat over night!
Okay I’m off to a co-workers wedding. I hope they have better luck that I do.
Posted by Becky on May 15, 2009
John and Joseph left this morning for San Diego to work so I am left to my own devices for the weekend. I was quite excited to have the house to myself until I got home.
First I had to herd the dogs up for supper, which is no easy task with Jackabee’s, let me tell you. Blue eats out back, Hank eats in the laundry and the pups eat in the kitchen where the are still under supervision as they keep going from one bowl to the other. Training puppies is exhausting because one must be more stubborn than the dog one is training.
Supper was done and then on to laundry with puppies stealing socks and what not as I sorted clothes which required my chasing down Ziva and Darwin a couple of times. Then it was time to mop and Ziva was pouting, I think she misses Joseph, so I went to take a picture of her to show Joseph. You know, to make him feel guilt.
Turned around and found this on my coffee table.
Yelled at Darwin who promptly did this.
Who? Me?
See how he played that off as if nothing happened? This dog is smooth. I decided to go clean my bathroom and found this in the sink.
Decided to make the bed instead which was not a pleasant ordeal.
I guess when the guys are here the dogs are more preoccupied with what they are doing or to be precise, what they are eating. So, they investigated everything I did. It was a fucking pain in the ass. So, apparently the guys are are handy to have around in that they at least serve as a diversion so I can do housework.
My first attempt at making bed. See, first you pull the sheets back, place the bouncing dog onto the floor. Then you try to fluff the sheet again, placing same bouncing dog on the floor who now thinks he has invented a new game. I highly recommend giving the sheet a good snap with the dog still on it if you have the strength to do so.
Pull up bed spread and repeat.
Fluff pillows with dog still on them. At this point, I gave up on putting Darwin back on the floor and picked up Ziva who was crying the whole time because A) She can’t get on the bed and 2) Joseph is not home.
She promptly made a fort. And while I was dealing with Darwin and his shenanigans, Blue and Hank were being dogs and sitting by the front door wondering where in the hell John was?
Tomorrow I have to get up and repeat the whole damn thing so I’m thinking a hysterectomy, with two to three days in the hospital, is starting to look pretty good, even after the hospital sent me a list today with ALL the things that could go wrong, like bladder or colon damage, infection, intestinal damage, and the like. I hope my surgeon has a good nights sleep the night before.
Or my other option is the Rush Limbaugh route where I live on pain pills in lieu of surgery and most likely getting my own talk radio show.
Hmmmmmmmmmmm what to do what to do? Oh well, I guess I will have the surgery since I already ordered a Kindle and laying in bed for weeks was my justification for buying it.
Okay, time for bed so I can rest up to make the bed again.
It’s 2:30 AM and there is a bird singing at the top of his lungs and I am seriously considering shooting him.
