Folks, I am not kidding when I say that if I die of a heart attack in my 30s, Purdue football/basketball is to blame. Why can’t they just blow teams out?? Why must they win/lose in the last 5 seconds of a game??? At least the men beat out Tennessee last night in the U.S. Virgin Islands. Because I really don’t like Tennessee. Now on to a completely unrelated topic.
Some people, (and by some people I mean the girls that I work with…you know I love you!), have mentioned that perhaps Samantha needs to start wearing a helmet. All the time. Because she tends to hit her head. A lot. When she first started moving around, and by this, I mean rolling over, she fell off the bed. Twice. In one weekend. On my watch. Oops-y. She got over it pretty quickly.
And a few weeks ago, she decided that she wanted to go down the stairs. The problem with that is that she has yet to learn how to go down the stairs without going head over heels and then whacking her head at the bottom. This was NOT on my watch. Then over the weekend she whacked her head on the wall, simply because she lost focus and fell over. (I am sure this has absolutely nothing to do with the previously mentioned falls) The other night she fell forward and hit her face on a cardboard box, which apparently hurts a lot worse than it looks. And yesterday morning she fell off the bed again. (this time it wasn't my fault, I swear!)
The reason why I mention this is because she has taken her first steps! She took one little one last Friday, and then right after that, she took two more. And true to our nature, we began pushing her to try again, and true to her nature, she got pissed off and sat down and cried. Workaholic had her all yesterday afternoon and he said that he saw her take two tiny steps. Maybe the hitting of the head has knocked some sense into her, as she is quite careful about letting go of one thing until she can almost reach another. But we are super-proud and excited/sad that our little girl is growing up.
That is my happy news. And here is where I rant. Because COMCAST-you are on my list. Actually, you are on SANTA’S naughty list. Because you suck!! Here is my story in a nutshell. (a really super-duper, large nutshell) I decide to switch from AT&T phone to Comcast phone to save money. I call, and the customer service person was SO NICE and SO HELPFUL. We set up an appointment to switch the phone, take away a DVR, and give me 2 cable cards. Which I need for my TiVo. And yes, I am switching back to TiVo because COMCAST DVR SUCKS. So they know that I hate their DVR and want to switch to TiVo. And they know that I need, from them, 2 cable cards, in order for my TiVo to work. (as in, the TiVo won't work without them) And you know what they did? They sent out a guy to switch my phone and take away my DVR without giving me the cable cards! And he couldn’t just switch the phone, because he couldn’t do just a partial work order. (I spoke to a very nice customer service again who confirmed that the cable cards were on the work order, the guy just forgot them or something. What-ever) So away he was sent. We didn’t allow him to touch anything, because he couldn’t do the whole job.
If you know anything about me, you don’t fuck with my TV. (sorry for the language mom) But seriously, don’t. fuck. with my TV. I was calm about it though, and set up another appointment. Because my TV was not affected. And Workaholic was here for the second appointment, and the guy called to say he was coming, and Workaholic asked him if he had 2 cable cards. The answer? No. Hmm. Workaholic told him not to even bother coming. But they guy confirmed that he could easily switch the phone without affecting anything else, and he did that and set up another appointment for the cable cards. (keep in mind that these are 2 little things that easily slide into the TV and there is no need for the cable man to actually BE HERE) Any-hoo…I go to turn on the men’s basketball game last night, and guess what didn’t work? MY DVR. That’s right, Comcast fucked with my TV.
What. The. Hell. Not cool Comcast, not cool. I know you don’t want me to go back to TiVo, but if you had a quality product, we wouldn’t have this problem. And I am pretty sure that it is against the law for you to sabotage me like this. So give me my G-DAMN cable cards!!!
There…I feel better. Everyone knows this, but it is just a warning out there for everyone. Comcast customer service sucks. They are nice on the phone, but the follow through leaves much to be desired. Don’t worry folks, I will be reporting them to the Better Business Bureau, and I fully intend to get something for free for the minimum of two unnecessary appointments and additional hassle. I have already paid for my TiVo service, a service I can’t use until Comcast holds up their end of the bargain. And this isn’t even the end of the story. I’ll let you know next week if they finally get something right. And if they don’t?? I will not be Mrs. Nice Girl anymore. The O’Connor in me will come out. And I promise you, it won’t be pretty.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
Jinxes
I think I am a jinx. I am not kidding. I was able to make it to a whopping 3 Purdue football games this year, and each of them were lost in the 4th quarter. Two of them were lost in the last. thirty. seconds. Talk about heartbreak. One of the home games that I missed was O-H-I-O State. Which we won. I mean, kicked the living-you-know-what out of the Buckeyes. An away game that I didn’t attend, but did 2 years ago, was the Michigan game. Which we also won. (but two years ago we got our butts kicked all the way back to West Lafayette)
And then last night, I was watching the Colts game. Because I like me some Peyton Manning. And I turned it off in the 4th quarter with about 9 minutes left to go when dear Peyton threw an interception. And then I decided to turn it back on to see what the final score was…and Bill Belichick had just gone for the 4th down at the Colts 30 yard line and not made it. So the Colts came in and scored and won the game in the final ticks of the clock. Just amazing. To quote someone on facebook, “Do you believe in miracles???” Had I turned it on before the 4th down was played, they probably would’ve gotten the 1st down and the Colts would’ve lost the game.
Luckily for the Purdue women’s basketball team, I was only able to attend the 2nd half of their game on Sunday. It was Sam’s first game at Mackey Arena. I can promise you, it won’t be her last. She got to sit with grandma in her fifth row seats near the home team, and it only took about 5 minutes for the cheerleaders to notice her and begin flirting. The cheerleaders, not her. Because the poor little kid was so overwhelmed by the bright lights and fast play and the cheering and the BAND, OH MY THE BAND. I haven’t been to a men’s basketball game in a few years, but the Purdue women’s band is awesome. They have so much fun and are SO LOUD. I feel bad for opposing teams, especially little ones like Western Illinois. Anyway, the cheerleaders loved her, and she loved them, and I think that she’ll be OK returning. At least, I hope. Because I promise, we’ll be back. Go Boilers!! (oh geez...I hope I didn't just jinx the whole school)
And then last night, I was watching the Colts game. Because I like me some Peyton Manning. And I turned it off in the 4th quarter with about 9 minutes left to go when dear Peyton threw an interception. And then I decided to turn it back on to see what the final score was…and Bill Belichick had just gone for the 4th down at the Colts 30 yard line and not made it. So the Colts came in and scored and won the game in the final ticks of the clock. Just amazing. To quote someone on facebook, “Do you believe in miracles???” Had I turned it on before the 4th down was played, they probably would’ve gotten the 1st down and the Colts would’ve lost the game.
Luckily for the Purdue women’s basketball team, I was only able to attend the 2nd half of their game on Sunday. It was Sam’s first game at Mackey Arena. I can promise you, it won’t be her last. She got to sit with grandma in her fifth row seats near the home team, and it only took about 5 minutes for the cheerleaders to notice her and begin flirting. The cheerleaders, not her. Because the poor little kid was so overwhelmed by the bright lights and fast play and the cheering and the BAND, OH MY THE BAND. I haven’t been to a men’s basketball game in a few years, but the Purdue women’s band is awesome. They have so much fun and are SO LOUD. I feel bad for opposing teams, especially little ones like Western Illinois. Anyway, the cheerleaders loved her, and she loved them, and I think that she’ll be OK returning. At least, I hope. Because I promise, we’ll be back. Go Boilers!! (oh geez...I hope I didn't just jinx the whole school)
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
A Day of Honor and Remembrance
On April 7th, I “met” Heather Spohr. I say “met” because her and I have never had a conversation or seen each other’s faces in real life, but I started reading her blog. I’ve talked about her daughter Maddie here before. April 7th was the day that Heather and her husband Mike lost Maddie.
Maddie was born premature and spent 68 days in the NICU. And then she came home and got stronger and healthier and bigger, and then one day she caught a cold, and a couple of days later, she died. Heather has been sharing her life with the world ever since that heartbreaking day. And today would have been Maddie’s 2nd birthday. Ever since April 7th, I have been introduced to a world where not every baby comes out OK. Not every baby comes out even alive. There are no guarantees in life, and one of the saddest facts of life is that not every pregnancy ends well.
I know that there are a lot of good causes out in the world. Especially today, Veterans’ Day, you stop to appreciate what you have. You have freedom of speech, and freedom to demonstrate and freedom to bear arms, and freedom to raise your child how you wish. There are many parents who never get to raise their children how they wish. They don’t get to celebrate birthdays and kiss them goodnight and teach them how to climb up the stairs or swing a baseball bat. They have to parent a child who is in heaven. I can’t imagine how difficult that job is.
Heather and Mike are doing the best they can to honor Maddie’s life and her memory. Since they spent so much time with her in the NICU, they have created a foundation to help parents of NICU children. They also support the March of Dimes, since Maddie lived past her first day of life with drugs and research developed by the March of Dimes.
I have chosen today, Madeline Alice Spohr’s 2nd birthday, to be a Friend of Maddie. It is as simple as donating a NICU pack to help give support to one family after the birth of their baby. A baby that, I am sure, they would love to see grow up tall and strong, to celebrate birthdays and climb jungle gyms. So today, November 11th, consider becoming a Friend of Maddie. Or consider donating to the March of Dimes. Or you could support your local children’s hospital. You could do it for Maddie, or another baby that you know that maybe didn’t get to see their 2nd birthday. Or you could even offer up a simple prayer, a prayer for all babies who don’t get the fairytale beginning that every parent hopes for.
Maddie was born premature and spent 68 days in the NICU. And then she came home and got stronger and healthier and bigger, and then one day she caught a cold, and a couple of days later, she died. Heather has been sharing her life with the world ever since that heartbreaking day. And today would have been Maddie’s 2nd birthday. Ever since April 7th, I have been introduced to a world where not every baby comes out OK. Not every baby comes out even alive. There are no guarantees in life, and one of the saddest facts of life is that not every pregnancy ends well.
I know that there are a lot of good causes out in the world. Especially today, Veterans’ Day, you stop to appreciate what you have. You have freedom of speech, and freedom to demonstrate and freedom to bear arms, and freedom to raise your child how you wish. There are many parents who never get to raise their children how they wish. They don’t get to celebrate birthdays and kiss them goodnight and teach them how to climb up the stairs or swing a baseball bat. They have to parent a child who is in heaven. I can’t imagine how difficult that job is.
Heather and Mike are doing the best they can to honor Maddie’s life and her memory. Since they spent so much time with her in the NICU, they have created a foundation to help parents of NICU children. They also support the March of Dimes, since Maddie lived past her first day of life with drugs and research developed by the March of Dimes.
I have chosen today, Madeline Alice Spohr’s 2nd birthday, to be a Friend of Maddie. It is as simple as donating a NICU pack to help give support to one family after the birth of their baby. A baby that, I am sure, they would love to see grow up tall and strong, to celebrate birthdays and climb jungle gyms. So today, November 11th, consider becoming a Friend of Maddie. Or consider donating to the March of Dimes. Or you could support your local children’s hospital. You could do it for Maddie, or another baby that you know that maybe didn’t get to see their 2nd birthday. Or you could even offer up a simple prayer, a prayer for all babies who don’t get the fairytale beginning that every parent hopes for.
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