On Sunday I drove thru the drive thru at Eckard Drugstore to drop off two prescriptions that I needed filled.  Because it was 20 minutes till closing, they told me that I had to come inside.  This totally sucked, because I had both kids in the car, in pajamas, with no shoes on.  So I parked and went inside and waited the 10 minutes for them to fill the prescriptions.

They called my name and I walked up to the counter with both kids in tow (in pajamas and socks - we are very high class).  The little guy behind the counter then said the words that started my heart attack - “That will be $180.00 maam.”

I stood there and before I could form a thought, the words “Are you f—king kidding me?” came out of my mouth, shocking that poor kid behind the counter.  After Kaiden stopped saying “Oooh, mom you said a bad word,” the guy reiterated the cost of my prescriptions.  Apparently, our new insurance has a $150.00 deductible on prescriptions - did you here that?  $150.00 deductible!  What the hell kind of crapp-ass insurance do we have now.  So now, my kids don’t get to eat for two weeks so that mommy can have her drugs.  I hope they understand, cause I went ahead and filled them.

Happy Birthday to Me
Happy Birthday to Me
Happy Biiiiiiiirthday to Meeeeeeee
Happy Birthday to Me!

How Old am I
How Old am I
How Ooooooooold am Iiiiiiiii
How Old am I?

Thirty Years Young!!!  Here’s to a new decade of life!  Everyone have a cocktail on me!

What a great weekend!  I spent Friday night tending to my son who is battling a nasty head cold, which I really did not mind because my son does not give affection freely - you have to freaking beg for it.  But when he is sick, he is as cuddly as a teddy bear (a teddy bear with green snot coming out of its nose).  Saturday night I went to my best friend Nadine’s mom’s 50th surprise birthday party, which was fun, except I could feel my head cold coming on by 10:00 (it was only a matter of time).  By 11:30 my voice started going, so I left and stopped and picked up some NyQuil on the ride home.

When I awoke from my NyQuil induced coma on Sunday morning, I was walking downstairs and noticed a nice little water stain on my wall.  After moving the washer and dryer (which are upstairs on the other side of that wall) it became aparent that the water was coming from inside the wall.  So, the plumber had to come out on a Sunday (what is that, triple time?) and cut a nice hole in the wall.  Turns out my dryer vent pipe that goes out the roof is clogged.  So every time I run the dryer, the moist, hot air that travels up that vent cannot get out and is causing that vent to condensate real bad.  I am sure I will be missing some work to now have that un-clogged (not the plumbers job) and to have the wall fixed.  Yeah!

What did you do exciting this weekend?

Have you ever accidentally honked your car horn? I do this ALL the time, in fact I did it again this morning. I hate when I do this! Whenever I do it, I am usually stopped at a traffic light and as soon as I honk the horn, everyone else stopped at the light starts looking around. Now, usually I will immediately play it cool and start looking around just like everyone else, throwing the occasional “who the hell honked the horn” glance at the other drivers, while rolling my eyes and shrugging my shoulders. But on occasion, the honk cannot be played off.

Like when you and one other driver are the only two at the light and you honk and he immediately gets defensive and starts flicking you off and cursing at you like you can hear or understand a word he is saying. Doesn’t this guy know that he is only forcing me to tailgate him for as long as I can and egg him on even more, just to cut him off at the last minute and speed off into the sunset, cackling like a maniac the whole time?

Or, when you are at a light and you are behind the car that is first in line to go, and you accidentally honk the horn and that car thinks that you are telling them that the light is green and they dart out into traffic, causing a big traffic accident. Are you required to stick around for this, if you were not “technically” involved in the accident and it appears that no one actually died? I didn’t think so either!

Some Valentine’s Day history for you:

Legend has it that Valentine was a priest who served during third century Rome. There was an Emperor at that time by the name of Claudius II. Emperor Claudius II decided that single men made better soldiers than those that were married. With this thought in mind he outlawed marriage for young men in hopes of building a stronger military base. Supposedly, Valentine, decided this decree just wasn’t fair and chose to marry young couples secretly. When Emperor Claudius II found out about Valentine’s actions he had him put to death.

Another legend has it that Valentine was an imprisoned man who fell in love with his jailor’s daughter. Before he was put to death he sent the first ‘valentine’ himself when he wrote her a letter and signed it ‘Your Valentine’, words still used on cards today.

Perhaps we’ll never know the true identity and story behind the man named St. Valentine, but this much is for sure…February has been the month to celebrate love for a long time, dating clear back to the Middle Ages. In fact, Valentines ranks second only to Christmas in number of greeting cards sent.

Another valentine gentleman you may be wondering about is Cupid (Latin cupido, “desire”). In Roman mythology Cupid is the son of Venus, goddess of love. His counterpart in Greek mythology is Eros, god of love. Cupid is often said to be a mischievous boy who goes around wounding both gods and humans with his arrows, causing them to fall in love.

Hope everyone has a wonderful Valentine’s Day!