Hey Streamers,
Well, Sisters of the Traveling Phat Pants is up and running with great success I might add. We have a male cheerleader.... Go Randy! Although, he is a little confused about the term Phat Pants.
Work is still boring. My daughter returned to college on Sunday and from the looks of it, here new roommate will be a total opposite of the last one.
I'll have my second ultrasound on the 22nd and then go from there. I am very positive things will be OK!
My son actually has been bringing books home to study and has been in good moods now for a few weeks. It has been wonderful. I hope it shows on his report card although I am a little scared.
My daughter made the first of her frantic phone calls to me yesterday. You remember the ones where she calls me bawling and I think she has been nearly murdered or something!?
Well, it seems the tragedy of the day was her computer not working properly. For some reason she can't get her microsoft windows up and running. The school techs said it is either one of two things.... either she has an illegal version of it or the account was assigned to two users. She bought the computer at circuit city so how can any of this be. So she called microsoft not realizing they are based out of India.... the country. She waited 2 hours on hold... (Dear Jesus, please let that have been a 800 number!
) When someone finally got on the phone she said... ."they didn't speak English, just this Indian accent... they kept transferring me and everyone there spoke Indian and no one understood me. So she finally hangs up after being transferred to a million places. She calls back hoping to get someone that speaks English and waits 45 minutes this time.... (did I mention, I am praying this was a 800 number?) Of course she runs into the same thing....
So this is where the hysteria comes into play.
So circuit city has the computer and we'll see what they come up with. Of course, I told her not to worry about it that Mom will take care of it. Oh my God, what am I going to do about this one???
Must get to work!
Dreww
Now I have to pass the jail I spent my "time" in. My son reminds me it was all of 24 hours. 
So I take the March appt and ask for a note for my son to get back into school. 
