Nice Gesture

Yesterday my husband wanted to celebrate his birthday by eating Chipotle for dinner and having Ralph's Ices for dessert. Since we have a new Chipotle in our town we decided to go there. We ordered our food and as we were checking out, I mentioned to the cashier that this was my husband's 65th birthday dinner. She looked at the manager and the manager said to give him his dinner for free as a birthday present. They never asked for proof of his birthday. They just decided to do a nice thing to make someone's birthday special.

Lucky Day

Today is July 11th. 7-11. For some reason people attach luck to this number. For my family it is the day that my husband was born. I always tell him that he has luck. Things have run pretty well in his life so far and I hope it continues for a long time. Today is also free slurpy day at 7-11 stores. My husband wants to celebrate his birthday at Chipoltle, his favorite fast food restaurant. Happy Birthday!

Biddy

There are certain words that have gone out of style. They were popular years ago and were used in conversation weekly. They were a sign of the times and everyone knew their meaning. If I said any of them in conversation now, most younger people would not know what they meant. This morning I was talking about a young girl that I know that acts like an old lady. The expression "old biddy" came up out of nowhere. That word described the girl exactly. A biddy. Who remembers that word?

Heat Wave

There is a heat wave but it is in my house. Last night my main air conditioner broke. The worst time for an air conditioner to break is in the summer, but since that is the only time we use it, when else would it break? We did our preliminary air conditioner shopping last night and will actually buy one today. I need to comparison shop before I make any large purchase. Once I know the deal I have is the best deal I can get, I am okay with it. I am lucky that I was proactive and bought two tower fans just in case something like this happened.

Concert

Last night I went to a concert on the beach. I had no idea that it would also include a fireworks show. The beach setting was beautiful and the boardwalk gave a vacation type atmosphere. Somehow the smell of sausage and peppers frying on a grill makes  me feel as if I am away. The group sang all disco songs which was right up my alley. The weather was great and while there were a lot of people, it did not feel crowded. I had a very nice time.

Yo Yo Cho Cho

I am frustrated with health insurance. Since my husband has gone onto Medicare I need to COBRA myself onto his old healthcare plan. Being proactive, I started this process in May. It took six weeks for the plan to locate a form I faxed in 4 times. Finally they entered the correct information so I could move on to step two. On June 26 I faxed my COBRA application into the union and was told that a coupon book would be sent so I could pay. Yesterday when I still had not received a book, I called the union. I was told that they never received  the form even though I have a fax confirmation. As of today I have no insurance. I went to my son's house last night and faxed another form. I am waiting until 9am to call again check on whether or not they received it. I know it will work out, but in the meantime I am frustrated and would rather not have to spend time doing and redoing a simple task. The reason this blog is titled yo yo cho cho is because every time I call the union they ask what language I want to speak. They offer English, Spanish, Russian, Chinese and Japanese. When they ask you about Chinese, the woman goes through the disclaimer in Chinese and says, "Yo yo cho cho", which means 1199. Maybe if I spoke to someone in Chinese they would get the job done right.

Milking It

There are two types of people in the world. One that goes through unpleasant situations strongly and the other that milks it to the last drop. Since pool season has begun I have been seeing a neighborhood woman a few days a week. She is nice but nutty. She is the kind of person that makes summer entertaining but I would never choose as a winter friend. Even though I am older, I call her a "camp friend". It seems that in May she had a surgical procedure on her breast. Everything was fine and she had a few stitches. I had the same surgery in 1995 and went home and made macaroni and cheese for dinner. She has not stopped talking about her breast to anyone that passes by. Pardon the pun, but she is milking her breast surgery. According to her, she cannot swim, walk, exercise, lift, drive, hug, cook, etc. It was minor day op, nothing serious. She is using this surgery to get attention and sympathy. I am now keeping a count of how many times the word breast can be put into a conversation. "It is sunny out". "My breast cannot have sun on it". "Today is Tuesday". "Tuesday is the day my breast was operated on". "My birthday is in June". "June was one month since my breast surgery". I am not kidding. This is how her breast is slipped into every conversation. I am waiting to see how long it takes for someone to tell her to stop the breast obsession.