I just found out that my Pop passed away.  I haven't really gotten emotional about it yet.  I just don't know.

I cried tears of joy in the shower because I thought about him and my Granny being back together.  Even thought she passed 12 years ago, he still talked about her like she was still here.


I worked all fucking day by myself.  ALL DAY LONG!  It fucking sucked!  I was entirely thankful that I actually had a pharmacist because I didn't think I was going to.  My pharmacist put his foot down and informed his boss that he wouldn't be working at all over the weekend because he had to go out of town. 

I got to work this morning and the only sale signs that they put up after I left was like 2 aisles!  REALLY?!  They knew I would be by myself most of the day, and they didn't even get most of the signs done.  I am going to have to finish them Monday because I wasn't able to touch them at all thanks to having no cashier. 

Well crap in a hat! 

When that big storm came through, I was doing the dishes and I heard a loud pop then the electricity went out.  It scared the crap out of me.  That pop was so loud!  Anyway I gave up on the power ever coming back on, so I took a nap.  I woke up when Jack came home.  We went out to eat, since we still had no power.  When we got back, we attempted to watch TV.  The tv would turn on, but the Directv box wouldn't even power on.  The PS3 wasn't being seen by the tv.  Our new monitor for the Mac Mini is dead, and I am praying that the Mac Mini is ok.  We haven't been able to hook it up to anything yet to see if it is ok.  Thankfully the laptop was not plugged in to anything.  If you are wondering if we had our stuff in surge protectors, they were... well all except for the monitor.  SUCKS!  Just add that to the list of things that have happened this year.  I am just waiting to find something else that doesn't work.

For now, we have bought a new tv.  I am going to call the insurance company tomorrow.  Thank God for renters insurance.

Perhaps ya'll are wondering about the outcome from the other night....maybe not.  Here it is anyways!

Apparently, my brother in law did not go home the other night.  He went to McDonald's, got something to eat, came back, and fell immediately asleep.....in his car. By immediately, I mean that when I went to his car the next morning to wake him up and send him inside, his food had not been touched.

They did their oh I'm so sorrys, and they are currently in the living room watching tv.  Jack felt horrible about what happened, and he won't shut up about it.  We actually didn't go to the CMA Fest stuff on Saturday because he felt so guilty and I quote, "didn't deserve to go."  So we just hung out around the house.

Yesterday, I went to work even though it was my day off just to make sure everything was ready for inventory.  When I left there was maybe 3 things to do, but they still freaked out about doing it.  I don't understand why.  I said, "If you don't think you are going to get something finished, just call me and I will come back up here.  Not a big deal.  I just need to go to my mother-in-law's house to help her for a little while."  I of course got a message that they didn't think they were going to get everything finished.  I went up there to double check everything after the store closed.

Inventory is OVER!  YAY!  The person I speak of in the previous paragraph (don't wanna violate those "social networking" rules established by my employer -that also can't be named), told me today that she didn't ever want to have to do inventory prep again.  I almost said, "Remember that next year when I take you off of the schedule for a month" but I didn't.  Apparently she didn't catch that we have been prepping for inventory for the whole month, and she did barely any of it and just felt rushed yesterday.  All she really needed to do yesterday besides a box up was straighten.  I honestly don't even think that she finished the aisles that I assigned to her.  This is when I say I did most of the inventory prep.  I did the aisles that I had assigned to myself, and then did several other people's aisles to help them be where they needed to be.  What can I say?  The work of a manager goes unnoticed.  They probably think that I do nothing and leave it all to them.  Hahahaha  I just think that they are used to the store manager doing all of the inventory prep and leaving them out of the equation.  Not this one.  You won't see me staying the night before inventory until 4 in the morning to make sure everything is done.  It can be finished waaaaaaay before if everyone does their fucking job.  Ok...I think I am finished venting now.  That just really pissed me off.

Sooo it has been officially decided that I am going to Old Forge, NY with my mother-in-law the first week in August!  EEK!  I am so excited!  I think we have decided to drive.  We were originally planning on flying, but I researched taking an urn on board a plane.  The ashes have to be in a airline approved urn, so now Mo wants to drive because she doesn't want to have to deal with that.  I told her that we could take 2 days to get there that way if she needs to stop we can.  I think I am going to try to rent a car for this trip, so we are the most comfy.  If you know anybody who can hook me up, let me know.  The rental has to be an actual unlimited miles vehicle.  A lot of them say unlimited miles, but it is up to a certain mileage.  I am soooo excited!  Niagara Falls is finally in my future!  I just wish my hubby were going with me!

Ugh!  Well...I thought I was getting a few hours of sleep tonight/day.  Jack and his brother went downtown to the CMA stuff.  I dropped them off.  I knew they would need a ride home, but by one o'clock I figured they would give up on me and call a cab.  Yeah..no.  I got a call at 2:45 from Pat saying, "Jenn, you have to come get us.  I think Jack is going to get arrested."  He tells me where they are, and I of course have no idea how to get there.  I just get in my car.  I was so pissed.  Ugh!  I haven't had to deal with an intoxicated husband, since......before the Christmas that he punched the cop, so over a year and 5 months ago.  I really didn't want to see that asshole again.  When I made it to where they were (by the grace of God), Jack was on a corner doing what you ask...talking to a fucking police officer in one of those van things....I pull over immediately, and yell, "Jack get in the fucking car now!"  He says, "Hang on I gotta get Pat."  I yell, "I will get him.  You get in the fucking car now!  NOW!!!!!!!!"  At which point, (Thank you God) the police pull away realizing that I am there to get him.  They both finally get in the car and immediately start yelling at each other.  I mean YELLING!  It was ridiculous!  I was trying to yell at them to shut the hell up, and I wasn't loud enough.  I mean how many times can I say, "This is my car, and I am the one driving!  Shut the hell up!"  Oh but did it just stop at there?  Oh no they got into a fight in my fucking car!  I mean full on fist fight.  I was praying that no one would hit me.  Thankfully no one did, but Pat put Jack in a choke hold or something saying, "I'm just holding him down.  He needs to calm down."  They both needed to calm the fuck down and go to sleep!  I drove all the way home, and they were still yelling and trying to swing.  I drove around the neighborhood twice trying to get their attention.  My car was not being stopped until they shut up.  I'll be damned if someone calls the cops on us at my Granny and Pop's house.  I would have just DIED!  The people who live on this road have been here FOREVER.  I guess my only hope would be that they would all be so hearing impaired that they couldn't hear.  At one point, I stopped at a stop sign and Jack hopped out of the car and proceeded to hit my car window (?!) to try to get to Pat.  Did I mention he was belligerently drunk? I told him, "If you break my car window, I swear to God.  I am going to drive you to your mama's house, and you can sleep there tonight!"  He finally got in the car.  We made it back to the house with the "quiet rule" in place...until my door opened, and I guess they thought that once I was out of the car that I would be able to hear them.  They start yelling at each other again!  They got in a fight in the front yard ya'll!  Oh my God.  Seriously?!  What the hell!  It took me 15 minutes to get Jack inside the house and to sit down and another 15 to make him stay sitting, so he would magically fall asleep.  Ahhhhh  now that is the trick!  Make him fall asleep.  I fanned him until he fell fast asleep like a baby at which point his brother knocks on the front door.  I swear I didn't lock him out ya'll.  He said he was going to stay outside for a while.  Anyway.  He knocks on the door and informs me he is going home...um no.   "Pat you aren't going anywhere.  You are drunk."  He tries to convince me otherwise.  I tell him that there are 3 times as many cops out because of the CMA fest, and he isn't going anywhere.  I unfortunately was not able to stop him.  He got all of his shit together.  I thought he was going to finally just go lay down.  Then he went out to his car and sat there was like  20 minutes.  I kept watching out the window.  (He scares me when he drinks.  Jack becomes ridiculously lovey dovey makes you wanna punch him in the face.  Pat becomes asshole makes you wanna punch him in the face.)  I looked out there at some point, and he and his brand new car that he just bought yesterday are gone.  I am praying that he makes it home a. without hitting someone and possibly killing them or himself.  b.  without falling asleep at the wheel and c. without being pulled over by the cops and put in jail for dui.  Ehhhh scratch that.  I hate to say it, but I wish he would get pulled over.  I think it would be a good lesson for him.  AND out of the three options that is the one I would obviously go with if I had to choose one.  Anyway.  I called Mo.  I was surprised that she was asleep.  She is usually a night owl, but she said she had actually fallen asleep at 1.  I just really wanted her to know that Pat was coming home and to watch for him.  Now she too is wide awake.<---I feel bad.  Like I said, I was expecting her to be wide awake.  Anyway.  Now I am going to lie down and attempt to get 2 hours of sleep.

How many of you have hit a parked car?  Yeah, me either!

I was at work the other night, and I went out to grab my coupons out of my car.  People were standing around my car just looking at it.  I walked out there, and one of the guys who works at Compton's (if you are wondering...yeah my store IS in a shitty neighborhood.  I mean the grocery store is called Compton's) asks, "Hey this is your car right?"  "Yep."  "Someone hit your car!"  "Oh no I got hit a long time ago, that is why my bumper hangs a little funny."  This other guy who witnessed the accident, "Oh no honey, you need to come around here and look at the side!"  OMG ya'll someone hit my parked car!  My passenger rear door is dented/bent all to hell!  Thankfully the guy was still there.  He admitted that he did it and gave me all of his information.  

Now if I could get his wife to quit freakin' calling me?!  I don't understand why she does not understand to just let the insurance company to take care of it.  She is all concerned about my car getting fixed!  Ya'll I don't have time to deal with that crap right now!  I have inventory next week, and I am totally not thinking about my car that is drivable.  I can wait a couple of weeks to get it fixed.  I mean I AM totally looking forward to driving a rental car!  YAY!  OH and the body place is going to fix my bumper too!  :)

Back to me having inventory next week....I had my little brother come run the register at my store today and do a few other things for me while Karen and I worked on the stockroom.  My little brother is hard worker!  He told me that he liked working at my store because he could do more than just stand at the front.  Believe me ya'll he did A LOT so much infact that Karen asked when we could have him come back.  Haha.

WOW!

One bright early morning in May when I was supposed to be sleeping in, my husband wakes me up in a panic, "Jenn, Jenn, I think I have something in my eye!  Come look!"  I sleepily go into the bathroom to have a look (honestly not caring too much).  I see a white dot and tell him it is probably nothing, and he just needs to go to work.  He leaves to go to work, I go back to sleep, he arrives back at the house 10 minutes later. I should remind you he only works 3 minutes away.  He says, "I have to find an eye doctor right now and go!"  His work saw his eye and immediately sent him home in fear of him having metal in his eye.  My husband is trying to call eye doctors at 7:30 in the morning freaking out that no one is answering.  I have to remind him that doctor's offices are not generally open that early.  I convinced him to wait until 8.  He found a doctor in Green Hills, and they squeezed him in immediately.  We got there and filled out all of his paperwork.  He went back to see the doctor by himself....I would have gone back with him if I had to do it all over again.  When he comes out, she says, "Ok we'll see you tomorrow."  Ummmm what?!  Tomorrow?  Let's say it again, WHAT?!  Another appointment?  She gave him a sample of the drops he needed and gave him a script for that and another medication.  The girl at the front desk says, "Oh that is a hard one to find!  I will help you find a pharmacy that has it." Ya'll it took us 30 minutes of calling around to FINALLY find someone that had it!  Oh did I mention that I still have no idea what the hell is going on?!  We finally leave the doctor's office, and I look at Jack and say, "So...what did she say."  He starts panicking, "I have an ulcer on my eye.  I think it is really bad too."  We go get the prescription filled.  It is only 6 bucks..thank goodness.  He has to use that one 3 times a day.  It is a dilation drop.  That is right.  He has to keep his eye dilated CONSTANTLY!  We go home, and he tries to relax.  His eye of course is bugging the crap out of him because it feels like something is in there.

We go back to the doctor the next day.  I go back with him this time. Oh by the way the office is closed.  She just came in to see us.  She starts her exam.  Does all of the stuff.  She asks Jack, "Ok, so what drops are you putting in your eye and how many times a day?"  He answers 3 times for the dilation and 2 times a day for the antibiotic.  She looks at him like he is crazy and says, "Wait?  I think there has been some misinformation.  You are supposed to be using the antibiotic drop every hour!"  That was definitely not what her employee said, but whatever that isn't the point.  She tells him that she is going to have him do a lot of drops over a short period of time, so that hopefully his eye will start to heal.  Every 15 minutes for 2 hours, then every 30 minutes for 2 hours, and then every hour from then on.  At this point I realize that we are going to have to get the other prescription filled.  I went to the first pharmacy they didn't have it, called my store they didn't have it, I called a ton of other stores nobody!  I finally call the Green Hills pharmacy that just so happens to be right down the road from the doctor now that I am back at home, and they have it.  UGH!  I drive to the pharmacy.  They tell me it is going to be 50 bucks!  No big deal right.  Whatever.  I am just glad they have it!  UNTIL I SEE THE FUCKING BOTTLE!  Guys this bottle has 3 fucking mL of fluid in it!  50 dollars for less than a tablespoon of drug!  Incase you are wondering, a tablespoon is 15 mL.  Now ya see?!

Oh so we go back to the eye doctor every day for a week and a half.  EVERY DAY!  I have seen this woman perform an eye exam on my husband so many times that I could give you an eye exam.  Yep.  Dr. Jennifer at your service!

Every day it gets a little better.  It gets a little smaller.  One day it closes, and she says, "Ok I will see you in a week!"  OMG it's not over yet?!  We go back a week later. Jack asks her, "Can I ever be an eye model again?"  She laughed her ass off and said, "Unfortunately, no you can never be an eye model again.  Your career is over."  Then she said, "I'll see you in 3 weeks!"  OMG!  That is next Tuesday.

Crucial details I have unfortunately left of out of this post.

Jennifer, What the hell is an eye ulcer?
    -A hole in your eye!  A freakin' hole!  If it goes untreated, you can go blind!

Jennifer, How the hell did your husband get a big ass hole(<--hehehehe) in his eye?
   -Dumb ass didn't take his contacts out enough.  Some bacteria got in his eye, he slapped the contact in, and it ate away his eye.  TAKE YOUR CONTACTS OUT PEOPLE!   Going to the eye doctor every day is expensive!

Jennifer, How much did this little fiasco cost?!
   -I have no idea because they haven't told us yet!

Something you may not really care about, but
Jennifer, Why did Jack have to keep his eye dilated?
   -Apparently the iris of your eye is as thin as a butterfly wing, and it damages just as easily.  It is a wonder my husband can see after all of the fights he has been in.

Is he back in contacts yet?
   -Nope.  He was told that he may never wear contacts again unless he has the scar..yes scar lasered off.

If you have any questions that I have left unanswered feel free to ask!

I NEED TO BLOG!  SOOOOOOOO BAD!  I have a ton to tell ya'll!  I wish it weren't so late right now!