White water Weeks

Do you know what white water is?  It’s a kind of rapid, where once smooth and placid water begins moving quickly. Usually there’s a change such as constriction, gradient change or obstruction.

So does this mean I went rafting?

Not hardly. It means that for the last 2 weeks, sailing the normally calm waters of my life have turned into a white knuckled ride down the Colorado during snow melt season. Without a guide or a paddle.

So you all know about the excitement of the water leak. Apparently, the waterline didn’t appreciate being fixed, so it split further up the line. Yay! Hubby turned off the cold water line under the sink. We removed said lines on Friday but it dripped on our brand spanking new, 2 day old washer and took it out. Sorry ma’am we don’t warranty the washing machine if it gets wet.

Don’t think about that too much, your head will explode:-)

Yeah, I now have a 800 dollar paperweight in my laundry area. Which could cost between 250-750 dollars to fix. Given the warranty is no longer valid, I ordered the genuine Whirlpool part from Whirlpool. Except, I couldn’t because the site goes through Canada and, for security reasons, US debit cards don’t work on the site. But the part would be shipped from a US distributor. Umm, what?

I blame those damn credit card companies. Of course, the lady on the phone suggested I call up my credit union and have them lift the security restrictions. Yeah, wasn’t going to happen. But I did order the part with my emergency credit card.

Then I found out my son has been randomly chosen for a financial aid audit. A what? Apparently, the computer spits out a student and said student and parent get to submit ten (So far) extra forms to validate information on the tax forms. Oh, and get this, that lovely 1040 form isn’t a valid form to submit. I got to contact the IRS to request a tax transcript. Is it just me to are we adding extra layers of stupidity just to give people in China and India jobs?

Then I went to withdrawl my youngest daughter from high school so she could attend on line high school in order to graduate a year early and get on with her life. On the first day of classes, her computer monitor blows. I bought one from Best Buy online and waited, and waited and waited for the email telling me it was okay to go and pick it up.

Yep, you guessed it, I was checking the wrong email. I have 7 of them. Silly me. But it was installed (all 20 inches of it–the kid has a better computer than my husband and I) and is working fine. I could even see her boyfriend on the screen as they were chatting. Score one for the parents!

Now the really fun part was this–on Wednesday, I’d gone into the garage to look for a convertor box for my daughter’s TV. We’d tossed all the kitchen stuff inside and there were nails everywhere. Just as my daughter warned me to be careful, I stepped back and you guessed it–stepped on a nail. Right through my Crocs and into my heel. Um, my father had major surgery from a similiar incident a couple of years ago.

So I sat for 2 hours in the Little Clinic waiting to see the PA and get a tetnus shot. With a sore arm and a promise that a prescription for antibiotics would be waiting for me at my local Kmart pharmacy, I left. Except my prescription was swallowed in the void that is cyberspace. And the next morning I rudely jumped ahead of folks waiting to see the PA to get the situation fixed.

Forty minutes later I had my meds. A day later, I was suffering the effects of supercharged antibiotics. A joy that is still with me. Friday night and Saturday morning was spent at my parents’ house doing 12 loads of laundry.

When we came home Saturday afternoon, my hubby went to the garage and… you guessed it… stepped on a nail. Sunday was spent at the Little Clinic getting him a tetnus shot and antibiotics. We came home to a broken Air Conditioner and a promise of 112 for the next 5 days.

So I think it’s time to get off the river for a bit and carry the canoe along the shore. Of course, there’s bears in the woods.

But I think I can take ’em.

About Linda Andrews

Linda Andrews lives with her husband and three children in Phoenix, Arizona. When she announced to her family that her paranormal romance was to be published, her sister pronounce: "What else would she write? She’s never been normal." All kidding aside, writing has become a surprising passion. So just how did a scientist start to write paranormal romances? What other option is there when you’re married to romantic man and live in a haunted house? If you’ve enjoyed her stories or want to share your own paranormal experience feel free to email the author at www.lindaandrews.net She’d love to hear from you.
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4 Responses to White water Weeks

  1. danrshaw says:

    WOW, after all that you can’t even say “at least I still have my health and sanity”…It’s time for a change. Bad things happen in threes, not supposed to be in multiple of threes so quit breaking the rules. LOL

  2. I’m just special:-) And I never claimed to be sane.

    • danrshaw says:

      I know your special. You stated “I got to contact the IRS to request a tax transcript. Is it just me to are we adding extra layers of stupidity just to give people in China and India jobs?” No they aren’t outsourcing those jobs to China, they are creating more government jobs here in the US. I read somewhere that people who work in different government departments create paperwork to justify their jobs and in turn it also creates more government jobs to review the paperwork. All government paperwork must be printed using the Government Printing Office. (Maybe the paper comes from China?)
      It’s a never ending cycle with the government. Create rules no one knows about and then the paperwork to back up those rules and then hire people to review the paper work they created.

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