My poor baby Pongo

Well, I’m going back to sleep for a little while.  Little “A” was up fussing over her chicken pox at 3 a.m.  I gave her Tylenol and a drink and snuggled up with her on the couch.

She kept looking down at her now dotted little body and whimpering.

“Mommy, I think there’s more”  she said of the spreading pox.

“awww  honey, that’s okay” I tell her.  “There’s gonna be more .  You look beautiful anyway.”

I reminded her of the movie 101 Dalmations and how cute the puppies looked with all their spots.  I called her Pongo  after one of the dalmations, and pulled her close to me, smoothing her hair out.

It seemed to help

What’s with the Tip jar?

I’m not a cheap person. Nor do I throw money around. I’m kind of in the middle somewhere. Like when the Pizza delivery person comes and the pizza is say, 16.35$ I might hand them a 20 and say, “keep the change” even if the tip has already been deducted from the total at the restaraunt.

Or, I might be in line somewhere in a big store checking out. I’m paying. My change might be 56 cents. Then I look down and see one of those change collection jars put there by the store, with or without a label. I might keep my 56 cents just because I need those hard to come by laundry quarters, and it’s laundry day.

It all just depends on the situation.

Well, one thing does bother me. I was in 2 different establishments the other day. One was Subway, which we all know is a food franchise involving making sandwhiches. There is very little room to sit down in Subway. It’s a minimalist eatery where they encourage you to EAT YOUR FOOD AT HOME, by placing tables inside (and even outside) that are the approximate size of a place mat.

Now, the employees don’t wait on these tables. They stay behind the counter, making your sandwhich in an assembly line fashion while you watch. I’m pretty sure the employees made at LEAST 8.00$ an hour which is minimum wage in California.

Good. It’s all good so far.

Until you get to the counter.
You notice the “tip” jar. You know it’s a tip jar because it has a nice label on it that says “THANKYOU” and nothing else.
This does not count the jar that sometimes shows up in local places because someone has cancer, a death in the family or a house fire. That is a different matter altogether.

This is a tip jar.

It is a “thankyou for your money for this overpriced sandwhich, and now give me the rest of your money,,,” JAR

I am starting to see quite a lot of them. I saw one in a donut shop nearby too.
They provide a great service alright. I don’t want to down play the importance of their role in the lives of PMS-ing women everywhere.

But filling a box with donuts to me, and then handing it to you? Even the coolers which were filled with drinks were self serve. The customer must pick out the drink and bring it to the counter themselves to be rung up.

To be fair, there WERE 2 tables in the place. I noted that neither of them were getting waited on.

In some of the tip jars I’ve seen, there was actually a dollar or two stuffed in there. I wonder if that was a real tip, or a “decoy” tip, placed there by the employees to make you “get the idea”?

I can’t imagine someone paying 9 bucks for a sandwhich, chips and drink and then saying to themselves, “Wow, I should really be paying more!”

Pretty shifty me thinks.
P-R-E-TT-E-E Shifty.

What would YOU do if……

1) You win a million dollars !!!!
YOU CAN KEEP YOUR MILLION OR….

2) You can trade it! For the last TEN years of your life to live over. (a “Do-Over”) Gosh, think of the possibilities that would bring, knowing what you know now! OR

3) You can trade your million dollars for getting back every possession you EVER owned that was EVER lost, stolen, or destroyed in your WHOLE life, no matter how old you are. This is only your original possessions, and does NOT include loved ones who have passed on.

You must pick one and ONE only and explain why

Handling this the best we can

Home with little “A” (again).  She has been officially quarantined for having chicken pox.  She’s really taking it like a trooper too.  The pox have spread now, eyelids, toes, ankles, arms, trunk, back.  

She has started really itching and scratching now.  

I was so sympathetic to her because she had already been vaccinated with the varicella vaccine as a baby.  I wonder why she (or anyone) ever pains their child with the stick of the needle when it’s proven to not work! 

The doctor told us it should keep her from getting them too “badly”.

So she has them and I tease her and tell her she got chicken pox because she ate too many chicken nuggets.  (She didn’t buy it. lol.) 

I asked her this morning when she woke up if she wanted me to get a Sharpie and “connect the dots”.  She laughs at the idea. 

I was sooooo sick today still. It’s bronchitis. I couldn’t take my anti-biotics until I got the prescription filled this noon, which I had to walk to do over a mile round trip. (no car) .   Nothing beats walking everywhere when it feels like someone’s taken a hatchet to your throat.  I completely lost my voice for  awhile.

At the pharmacy, I had put my sport bottle of water in my purse, not knowing that the cap was still open.  I’m walking down the sidewalk dripping water all the way, on my jeans, in my purse, down the sidewalk.  How embarassing! 

After rescuing all the contents of my purse., I bought calamine lotion, oatmeal bath, throat lozenges, and Sub sandwhiches too. 

 Then went home and conked out for the afternoon.

So another day of no chores, no laundry, nothing but laying around feelin’ the pain, both for myself and little “A”.

It’s almost midnight and I do feel a little better now having the anti-biotics  on board.  Maybe tommorrow, I can start on the 10 loads of laundry I have.

Here’s hoping you had a better day.