Tuesday Afternoon...

It's a beautiful Tuesday afternoon here where I am in California.  I don't live in southern California, so I'm not effected at all by the terrible firestorms in the Malibu/San Diego area.  I live closer to the San Francisco Bay.  California is a HUGE state.  I still have relatives that don't know this, and I already got one email from overseas wondering if we were any where near the fires.  Nope--I don't live near Sean Penn, or John Travolta, but thanks for the concern. 

It really such a pretty day here.  It's unfortunate I have to be at work at all.  It's not a busy day, but I did have an unusual call.  I got a call from a armed forces recruiter asking for criminal record information on a former client.  I couldn't give them the information without a formal letter or fax with their letterhead.  It all sounded fishy to me.  I've never received a call from a recruiter.  Those calls usually go to the juvenile department.  It's the younger people that often get the recruiter calls, and usually they come in person requesting information.  The recruiter was calling in for someone in his 30's.  Kind of unusual, but I guess I could see someone wanting to join the arm forces at a later age, but it still sounded "fishy" to me.  The caller did not like my answer, and then had his "supervisor" call me: 

"Well, in L.A. County, that information is given over the phone...blah..blah..blah.." 

"Well, sir," I reply, "different counties work differently...blah blah blah.." 

Well, he said he would send me a fax this morning.  Never got one yet.  Weird.  I wouldn't be surprised if the person was trying to check his own record, or perhaps check on someone else's just for personal reasons.  I sometimes get those calls.

"I met someone online, and I want to know if they are on probation."

"Sorry, no can do."

I took my lunch break running errands and taking my youngest to preschool.  Everywhere people are walking in shorts.  I'm so jealous of these people.  I am even more jealous of those people I see each morning takingtheir early walks in the neighborhood.  Sigh.  I feel exercised deprived.  Lately, the only exercise I get is walking up and down the stairs at work and at home.  By the time I get home, I'm so tired, and I have laundry to do, and dinner to make..etc..etc..  So, this morning, I went next door to the 76 gas station and got myself a lottery ticket.  21 million is up for grabs in the California State Lottery.  Wish me luck.  If I win I'll send you all roses, and matching tiaras, and I'll do lunch! 

I got my ATM card back.  All is good.  I got my Avon order in.  (Thank you Dawn for your order :)  I hope you like what you got.)  I've been kind of lazy about sending brochures out to family members, and a few friends (don't worry-I didn't send any to you..ha ha ha)  via mail.  I wrote a letter finally, and I hope to send them off soon.  I just get kind of funny about sending advertisements in the mail.  I feel like I'm asking for money or something.  I guess I'm not an aggressive seller?  I did finish the letters, and they are awaiting in envelopes.  I wrote in my letter:  "don't feel pressured to buy anything because it's me.."  I hope I don't annoy anyone.  I would make a terrible used car salesman, that's for sure.  I am however surprised how many orders I have gotten without really trying.  I left some brochures in the bathroom, and they disappeared.  I checked the garbage, and no--there weren't any in there, so I guess that is okay. 

I am now waiting for my son to give me a call and let me know where he is, and where he is going to be in the next 2 hours.

 He got his school pictures that he took yesterday.  Before he handed them over to me, he said:

"Mom, you are not going to like them."

"Yes, I will, let me see!"

  "I tried to smile, but I just couldn't"

I take one look, and, oh my God.  He is displaying that silly grin (the grin he uses that makes him resemble an old man without his teeth), and he had bed hair.  (Sigh)  Now I have like 50 pictures of my son with that grin with "wake me up, just got out of bed, hair".  I couldn't stop laughing. My son is such a cute guy, and he does have a nice smile, I just don't understand why he does this. Well, at least he is wearing something decent.  Last year he took a picture and didn't tell me it was picture day, and he is wearing a gray Family Guy shirt, with the Family Guy dog on the front of it, and it reads in large white letters:  "Stop Looking At My Tail."   I would post his picture, but I promised him that I wouldn't.  Sorry.