Wednesday, November 11, 2015

6 Reasons Why This Is A Crappy Week

My week is crappy. Here's why.


1. The heater is broken in my van, as in it blows cold air. Because it is fall in the Ozarks, it wasn't a problem today, when it was unseasonably warm and humid and horribly windy and I had to turn the a/c on, but earlier this week? Cold. Inside the van. Outside the van. Cold. And we don't have a garage, so it sits outside and gets colder and colder. I'm guessing a kerosene heater is a bad idea, so it looks like YET ANOTHER trip to the mechanic, to whom I suggested he give us a punch card and maybe offer us a free sandwich or something after our 10th visit. We're already halfway there.

2. Pittsburg State University, which is about 40 minutes away from here, announced a week ago that President Bill Clinton would be the first speaker in a series they were debuting in their new Center for the Arts. And the seats would only be $40! I was beyond excited. President Clinton is the first president that I voted for who actually won the election. Tickets went on sale Monday morning at 8:30 a.m., and I WAS ON IT. I was hitting the box office website at the stroke of 8:30 (and I tried at 8:28, just in case it was already open, and it wasn't). And I continued to try to order my tickets for 30 minutes, only to get messages saying there weren't two seats available together, and interspersing it with unanswered phone calls to the box office, until the website displayed the message that it was sold out. Not. Cool. I heard on the news that students, who could buy one ticket for $10, had bought up tickets and were selling them for upwards of $500. Why isn't ticket scalping illegal? Why? Why? The artist or speaker or team doesn't make a dime off of scalped tickets; only the asshole scoundrel who is selling them does. SHAME ON THOSE OF YOU WHO PREVENTED PEOPLE WHO REALLY WANTED TO HEAR THE PRESIDENT SPEAK FROM BUYING TICKETS! You know who you are. May karma have its way with you.

3. My daughter is in a mood this week. Think about, oh, The Exorcist, and you'll get the idea. Or a wet cat. A wet, angry cat. 

4. Speaking of cats that I have apparently pissed off, I managed to ruin Ruby's favorite game this week by using her arena for a bath. Several weeks ago, my husband was shaking out a pair of shoes he hadn't worn for a long time (we have brown recluse spiders, so it's a necessary precaution) over the bathtub when a 1" diameter bouncy ball fell out of the toe and bounced around the bathtub (we also have toys and other treasures in our shoes, so, again, a necessary precaution). The sound of the ball bouncing around inside the tub (a rather large jacuzzi tub and the sole reason I wanted to buy this house 17 years ago) brought Ruby running, and a new game was born. She would bat the ball all around the tub, fielding it as it ricocheted off the sides of the tub. She herself would run and slide on her hip around the tub as well, and she added a new element when she knocked a plastic cup (I keep it on the side of the tub to help rinse it out after using it) into the tub and incorporated it in her game. Bathtub Ball was a wild game, very noisy, and tremendously fun; that is, until I decided to take a long, soaky bubble bath the other night. Ruby watched me remove the cup and ball from the tub first. After my bath, I rinsed all the bubbles out and even dried the inside of the tub with a towel, but she acted like the inside of the tub would burn her if she got in, and she hasn't played a game of Arena Bathtub Ball since. And all those times I said to myself, "I should take a video of her doing this"? Yeah, I didn't.

5. I have a cold. A nasty, snotty, coughy, headachy, feverish cold with intermittent sore throat and ear ache. Of course, my cold has a name (not a preschooler this time), but I'm not upset with the kid who gave me the cold. He couldn't help it; he is a special needs child who is mostly non-verbal. I'm not happy with his mother, who brought him to church knowing he was sick. I used a lot of hand sanitizer that morning when I was with him (and he was wiping snot on his sleeves and, it seems, me), but within 24 hours, I had a headache (you know the kind, when you're trying to decide if it's just a headache or if you're actually coming down with something), a few hours later, my throat was sore, and a few hours after that, the cold symptoms began in earnest. KEEP YOUR CHILDREN HOME WHEN THEY'RE SICK, PEOPLE.

Every drop of fluid in my body is going into snot production, and I can't get enough to drink, but it hurts my throat when I swallow. My upper lip is puffy from blowing my nose, and my eyes look like two holes burnt in a blanket. I'm a sight to behold.

6. Did I mention that I didn't get tickets to go see President Clinton? 

Completely devastated

Crap, crap, crappy week. 




15 comments:

  1. Oh, dear. You poor thing! I hope you are feeling much better soon! If you lived closer, I would show up on your porch with some soup and the softest kleenex I could find.

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    1. And a puppy? A warm puppy? I fear the trend of having two nasty colds in two months. What will winter bring?!

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  2. Oh crappity crap crap. Ticket scalping is atrocious and yes, SHAME ON THEM! :( :( Will they televise the event?

    Booo to your cold and bad-moods at home. I would send ants but I doubt they'd help.

    Make the most of Ruby's lack of interest in getting back in the tub and have yourself a few more luxurious hot baths and try to soak away that nasty cold.

    Hope you feel better soon xoxoxo

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    1. I do not understand how ticket scalping became okay. And no, not televised.

      The cold is horrid. The bad mood is horrider. Ants would probably not pick up this rubber tree plant!

      If Ruby is still boycotting Tub Ball, I'm going to be in that tub A LOT this weekend.

      Thank youuuu! xoxoxo

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    2. Dangit. I was wondering if there was still a way you could see the speech.

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  3. Feel better. The cold sounds awful. That ticket situation sucks. Jerks. Doesn't it feel good, though, to complain in print? I always feel better afterwards.

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    1. It is a miserable cold. Yuck. The ticket situation is ridiculous. And yes, it is PUBLISHED that I (and a lot of other people) got screwed over the tickets.

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  4. I have a cold that is hanging on waaaay too long. I've had enough. So much so that I might head to the doctor later today. Unheard of around here! Hope your illness leaves very, very soon.

    Scalping is legal in Indiana, too. The school really should have put a limit on how many tickets one person could buy to make sure the scalpers didn't get them all.

    Hope that daughter of yours straightens up and cheers up.

    May your heater trouble be cheap to fix.

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    1. The last cold moved into a sinus infection, but so far, so good this time. I've used a gallon of hand sanitizer in my attempt to prevent anyone else from catching this.

      Scalping is just bad news. There was a limit of 6 tickets per person, allegedly, but I am having my doubts.

      Is reform school too extreme?

      Fixing the heater puts me just one step closer to that free sandwich.

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  5. Between you and Delaney I spend my days being a lot happier

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    1. Val! I'm honored to know that you have read my stuff and took the time to comment! Thank you!

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  6. Boo. I'm sorry you're having such a crappy week.

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  7. Separated at birth. You and me. The strange sisterhood continues.
    I had that cold. The very cold you have. It was given to me by my husband who picked it up....where do you suppose??? Missouri. See? The same cold!
    Bill Clinton was the first person I ever voted for who actually became president, and as such, he holds a special place in my heart. I had no idea he was coming to Pittsburgh State. I do, however, know two freshmen there, and will be asking about spare tickets. If I score, you will be the first to know.

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