Happy Birthday..

Today was a day full of errands, and pricked fingers...  I completely forgot it was Elvis' birthday!  Oh me BAD!!!

My mother's new insurance cards finally came in, and it was quite a relief.  I was able to go to the hospital and show proof of her new insurance, and I was also able to get more of her medications.  It got a little scary, because she was running low, and the cards had never had come.  Until after I spent over 10 minutes on HOLD to get her subscriber ID and group #'s of course, her new cards arrived in the mail. 

I learned that her bank's ATM machine automatically gives you an envelope when you indicate you are making a deposit.  I've never seen that before--it was pretty cool.  I first went to the machine, and I couldn't find the deposit envelopes anywhere.  I went inside, and was told that the machine spit out one when you pressed the deposit button.  The old lady behind the teller window looked at me suspiciously, and probably thought I was crazy for not knowing this tidbit of information.  My bank doesn't spit out envelopes!  I thought it was pretty cool. 

I was went to Nick's pre-school to drop off the registration papers.  I took Nick with me so he could look at his "new school".  I was so afraid that he would be totally out of control for some reason, but he did the exact opposite.  He nonchalantly looked over the place, with his hand in the pocket of his sweats, and surveyed the area.  He automatically noticed the numbers and different shapes decorating the walls.  He gave the play structure a test drive.  He walked slowly and spoke quietly near the infant area.  He left a good impression.  I was very pleased.  To reward him, I took him to McDonalds. 

He LOVES going inside McDonalds.  He sat there and drank his apple juice, and hardly ate a thing.  He was being a good child.  Smiling, talking, and very content.  Then HELL broke loose.  In front of the tattooed man, who was quietly eating his Big Mac, Nicholas had a tantrum.  How dare I throw away the garbage!  He was very upset that I didn't allow him to throw the contents of the tray in the garbage.  Never mind, he is too short to accomplish this, he was furious that I had taken control of the situation.  I couldn't just leave either.  I had promised my mother to pick her up a few hamburgers, and I couldn't just scoop him up and leave.  I got him up to the cashier, where he proceeded to cry and cry and cry..  The older woman with the "manager" tag on her shirt gave him an ice cream cone.  Suddenly silence.  I could almost hear everyone in the place give out a sigh of relief. 

All was well until the cone started to melt.

"MOMMY!!!  I'm all sticky!!!"

I took the cone away.  It was melting, so I ate it. 

When we to my mom's:  "MOMMY!!!  You ate my ice cream cone!!!"

Oh the guilt. 

Two nurses came over to visit my mom.  One wanted to sell her a basket to put on her walker, and an extender so she could reach things.  It was a no sale.  The other checked her blood pressure, and her temperature---all good.  She asked if she had checked her blood sugar.  It was high when she left the hospital, so we decided to check it.  On one reading it said 220?!  The other 48?  376!! The other 72, and then we got E 8 readings.  It was so confusing.  We spent a good half hour just pricking our fingers to see if the machine was on the fritz.  When I was pregnant with my youngest I had gestation diabetes so I remembered the pricked fingers..not fun.  We called her doctor and she has an appointment for Wednesday. 

That was a little bit of my day.  Weird "work" being at "home", is far more work than being at the work place..  Huh?  It's almost a break from life. 

Back to ELVIS..

(Above picture snagged from Lisa Jo!)

The most smoothest, warmest, beautiful voice I've ever heard.  When my mother came to America for the first time in 1956, Elvis was just getting popular.  She, over course loved the guy.  Who can't resist him??