This weekend has been sheer heart attack.
I would have broke this up into three posts but have not had internet access for long enough to do so.
So I'll begin in the general vicinity of the beginning. Saturday, Harper and I went with Megan's parents to her soccer game at Emmanuel College. It resides in the tiny town of Franklin Springs, Georgia pretty much adjacent to Royston the birthplace of Ty Cobb.
You can impress people at parties with that tidbit.
So we go the girls win, everything is going peachy, the girls stomp the opposition in to the ground and poke them for a while to make sure they were beaten sufficiently. Not really...they won 3-1 but that's still pretty decisive for soccer. On the way home we get a call from Meg. She is in the ER, and doesn't know what hospital she is in.
Panic ensues and they is much screaming and gnashing of brakes by all parties involved.
Turns out she just got dehydrated which caused her to feel terrible and after getting fluids she was basically okay and the panic died down. Harper just sat and watched Elmo...then fell asleep...
Carcolepsey strikes again.
Today(Sunday) Meg's parents took us to see Yo Gabba Gabba live! at the Fox Theater. I expected Harper to be bouncing off the walls like a madwoman and trying to get down to the stage to hug the characters and steal them so she could have them come live with us.
Apparently I was wrong.
From the moment we passed under the Fox Marquee she was hypnotized, the rich gold trim, the ornate lights, and rich carpeting. I guess it really is pretty striking, and she was hit with every ounce of it. The only things she said until the show started were asking for for Jr. Mints or after I told her that Yo Gabba Gabba were going to be on the stage she explained, "Go Go in 'dere!"
Translation: "yo gabba gabba is going to be down there!"
Then it began and the trance really began, she hardly moved just shaking slightly with excitement, and doing a little wiggle dance sometimes.
Can't look away...too...much...GABBA!!!
The got a lot of local celebs out to help preform including Zack Brown, who sang about going pee pee/poopie in the potty. Family Force Five who showed the kid's a new dance in their splendiforus skinny jeans(they probably have denim paint), and Biz Marquee(the human beatbox) teaching them "Biz's beat of the day" a regular Gabba segment. You may remember him from this particular pop culture moment:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9aofoBrFNdg&ob=av2n
So the rest of the day she had to talk about "Go-Go" and got to the Varsity for the first time, so she should be asleep now after an eventful weekend...Though she isn't...
So let me tell you about something else I learned this week.
Hell is other people insurance claims agents. I got hit in the back of the car a couple weeks ago, nothing major just a guy who rolled into me at the gas pump, no big deal expect he had a hitch on the front of his truck and left a dent on my bumper, so I got to talk to an claims agent.
I called 3 times over three days, finally he answers the phone. Then we speak...twice and he admit's that they are responsible for this mess. Two more no answers and finally he answers and says he still has things to verify, and will call me when it is complete.
No call...a week passes.
I call his extension and it comes up invalid over and over, so I talk to the first available agent. He fixed the mess and sounds embarrassed about the whole thing, as he should. I ask him about the invalid extension and he says that the only explanation is that the person is no longer with the company...So maybe some justice has been served.
Though not the Bruce Lee justice I had in mind after talking to the guy/ his answering machine 6 times.
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