You Wanna Bet?

While I was in Richfield the boys next door came over. We did a lot of playing with the dogs, card playing and laughing. After we were finished playing outside for a couple hours we came back inside to play some cards. They had just learned to play gin rummy and were so excited to show me their stuff. I kicked their little bums like nothing else. By the third time I said, "Whoever wins this next hand, the losers have to wash my car tomorrow." They were all giddy saying, "Oh, yeah, Aunt Molly, bring it on. If you lose, you have to wash Grandma's car." I said, "Deal." The game gets going and we're getting down to the bottom of the pile. I'm thinking, oh, crap, I'm gonna lose. With three cards left, Breck threw down the card I needed and I slammed my winnings on the table doing a little happy dance while doing it (man, I play mean, don't I?) and said, "See you tomorrow boys. Bring the soap and bucket." I love winning. Notice Breck in the picture giving a thumbs down.

Gondola Ride

I started my vacation down in Richfield for a few days and Mom and I were able to run up to Sun Valley and ride the gondola. I was pretty nervous when it first took off, but the way down I knew what to expect. I couldn't believe that Sid and crew put those huge beams in clear up the mountain. I just kept looking down saying, wow, seriously? It was really incredible.

As we took off up the hill we got about 30 feet from the start and the gondola stopped. Since Mom had taken Jody and Spencer the week before, she knew what to expect, but she wasn't expecting it to stop either. I asked her, "Is this normal?" She said that it never stopped when she went with them. We were hanging in the air and then started back up again. Then after we got up there and walked around a little bit, we got back on and didn't even get in and settled when it stopped again. We just laughed. I thought, maybe there is a weight restriction and they're telling me to hike back down the mountain. Once we were getting ready to depart from the gondola it stopped for the final time. We were already at the bottom and the doors were only 3 inches from opening completely. We laughed again. It was a fun ride.

Take me out to the ballgame........

Last Friday I was able to go with Jody, Lee, Spencer and his friend to watch the Hawks game. I had never been to one and it was fun.

"Please Hold."

"Thank you for calling the IRS. Your call is very important to us. Your hold time is approximately 15 minutes (notice that the automated person comes on depending on the call volume). The next available representative will be with you shortly.... music.....Please enter your account number..beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep... music.... Your call is still very important to us please continue to hold.... music.. Please enter your date of birth......beep beep beep beep beep beep... music.....(notice that they tease you when they have to restart the song by saying please continue to hold and you think you're going to talk to a real person)....more music.....repeat of your 'call is very important to us another 120 times.'"
Hello, thank you for calling the IRS, my name is Rhonda, my number is 7493022394783830 (no kidding it was that long).
Yes, I'd like to know why my statement says I only paid $57 and I paid $100.
Let me verify a few things. What's your date of birth? Social Security number? Address? Marital status? Year of the inquiry you're calling about? Which statement number? What's your mother's maiden name? Do you have dogs? (okay, they didn't ask me that, but maybe I should have included that on my taxes since they are expensive, too.)
After I tell Rhonda all the information she says, okay, now that I have your account up, Please Hold (for another 10 minutes) while I look it over.
Have you ever wondered what they are doing when they tell you to please hold? I mean, you've typed in all the pertinent information when you were holding to even speak to a representative, so it's automatically up on their screen even before you talk. They know EVERYTHING about you and you haven't said one word.
What they are really doing is eating their lunch because they skipped out to deposit their check and go shopping. They've stop and grabbed a burger and sat back down at their desk. And so they're back at their desk with their headphones on, munching yahm, yahm, yahm (say like cookie monster) on their burger when, how dare the next person interrupts their lunch. They put you on hold to "research" your account. Meanwhile, they're laughing with the other representatives who are doing the exact same thing.
She gets back on the phone 5 minutes later. "Okay, after looking over your account, it seems like there was a computer glitch and now it's fixed. Anything else I can help you with?"
I have worked in the customer service representative position, people, I know what happens behind the scenes!! The secret is out..... tada.....

Squirrel Stew -- Who's coming for dinner? (PG-13 rated.)

Today the squirrels were really bothering BoBo. He's been outside waiting for them for the last two hours. I've watched him out my office window. He's just been watching them, barking at them and occasional chasing after them. Until this happened...... I think the squirrels are in heat because there's been 3 all day running around after each other from tree to tree. BoBo (I can't believe he jumped up so high) jumped up into the air, caught the squirrel's tail (meanwhile, I'm full blown running out the back door, slipped on his Rhino toy and fell down on my knee on the hardwood floors). Apparently by the time I get up and get outside, he's got the squirrel who is screaming (you don't think squirrels could scream did you?) in his mouth and tosses him up in the air. I was trying to bribe BoBo with a cookie, a treat, a ride, a walk (those are all things that he perks up for) and nothing was working. He continued to play toss and catch with this squirrel. Pretty soon it was over. I grabbed the snow shovel and threw the squirrel over into the abandoned house next door's backyard. BoBo is feeling victorious because there are no more squirrels around.

Nicknames

We all have nicknames or alias names we go by when we go a little wild and crazy, but I've been thinking about all the nicknames I've gone by. Here they are: Molly, Mol, Molz, Marley, Mon, Monie, Molna, Moley, GeorginaRafina, Connie, Judy, and the latest, Little Judy Squinch Booty. I can't help but wonder, how does one single person have all these nicknames?

The Ending to Diary of a Mad Court Reporter

Dear Diary: As I awoke to a 5:00 alarm on Tuesday morning, I did not want to get up. In fact, I couldn't think for a minute why in the world my alarm was even going off so early -- I hit snooze... 3 minutes later my alarm goes off again... why is it going off again? Now I'm awake. I have to go do Volume 5 of crazy lady in Ontario.
We get going... wow, it's going pretty good. She's answering the questions. What's the catch? Something's gotta give, right? Nope... Lunchtime. The attorney, we will call him Garth. Garth, decides that on the last day we should go ahead and have lunch together. We've eaten at this place in the hotel four times, but at different tables because we've had an "obligation" to sit apart. He spills the beans. Come to find out that the reason we've gone into such depths with this lady is because she's had a prior insurance claim and she's claimed the same things in 2005.
We went over a document from 2005 -- unbeknownst to her -- and she was like yep, that's the same outfit, yep that's the same keyboard, yep that's my tv and vcr and dvd... yep, yep, yep, yep, yep...... having no clue that's she's just sunk her own ship. The insurance company is putting together a criminal fraud charge for her, and the more she went into details, the merrier. It's like I just finished a novel of being bored out of my mind and then all of a sudden there comes a twist in the story and I'm glued to the book for 4 hours until we finish. 4:30, we're done... I actually had one of the biggest smiles on my face knowing that this has got to be the longest Examination Under Oath in history, this lady ain't gettin a dime and I've got 760 pages to still complete (it was bitter sweet.)
Crazy: So can I have your phone number?
Me: I have yours in case for spellings.
Crazy: I just feel like you're a really nice person and someone fun to hang out with.
Me: Oh, that's so nice. I don't know what the policy is on giving witness my phone numbers. I don't think it would be a good idea to "hang out."
Crazy: I feel like we've just gotten to know each other over the course of this thing.
(What I wanted to say) Lady, you know nothing about me.... I know everything about you.... NO I DON'T WANT TO BE YOUR FRIEND, YOU'RE CRAZY!!!
Me: Well, if I have any questions, I'll give you a call. Good luck with your case.
After some long intense days the total page count is over 1,300 pages..... luckily, I get paid per page! Can I get a whoop whoop?