Sometimes I Amaze Myself!

Yes, I know that sounds braggy, and it's meant to. Sometimes, the truth is just braggy.

Let me tell you about my day. I left at 7:30 a.m. to run a bunch of errands. My first stop was to have my oil changed and tires rotated. I waited about an hour. When I went to get in my car, I was so excited and impressed that they had cleaned my car. When I got home, I told Butch about it. He said, "no, they didn't wash your car." I said, "yes they did!" We went back and forth like that for a couple minutes when he said, "Barb, think." Then it dawned on me. He had washed my car YESTERDAY. I think it hurt his feelings that I didn't notice right away. Okay, I amazed myself about this, but in a bad way.

Just goes to show how I'm always thinking on the bright side. Our friend, David said that if I woke up on Christmas morning to a pile of "s**t" in the front yard, I'd say: "Yay, there must be a pony around here somewhere!" That about sums it up.

Now for how amazing I am.

Amazement #1
When I got home, this was on my desk. It says: "Donated blood--had a problem---borrowed a shirt from you. Anyway can you get this out for me?

I forgot to take a picture of the blouse before I started the washing process. I can't describe how much blood there was, but it was all over. Steph can comment below to back me up on this.

 Here it is, fresh out of the wash. It's 100% cotton, so I was concerned about how it would come out.

 This is what I used. It worked perfectly. "Zout" is better than "Shout."

I decided to surprise Steph by ironing it for her. Now, this is probably the first time I've picked up the iron in at least 5 years---make that 10 years. I just don't iron. I don't buy stuff that needs to be ironed either. I do have a couple of things that I send to the cleaners now and then. Sometimes, I just look wrinkled. Steph's going to be surprised.

Amazement #2
For no particular reason, Butch's computer started acting up. He was unable to send email and then finally, he couldn't receive email either. I messed around with it this morning and did everything I could think of. Nothing worked. I emailed my favorite computer guru, Troy. He responded and gave me a couple things to try. None of it worked. All that was left to do was to call Comcast. Ugh! That's really a last resort. Butch didn't want to do it, so I offered.

By the time I got through several menus and people, I finally was hooked up with an "internet specialist." What a joke. I specifically asked for someone that knows the Mac format. After several questions, she had me completely confused as I couldn't find anything she was asking about. Then it hit me. I asked, "are you familiar with Macs?" She responded, "very little." That really ticked me off. I asked her to hook me up with someone that could actually help me. She put me on hold. While on hold, I played around with Butch's computer, changed a few things and used a number that Troy had given me in another area than the one he suggested. Voila! It worked. I was pretty proud of myself. When the lady I'd been speaking to came back on, I told her, "never mind, I fixed it myself." After 45 minutes with Comcast, it felt good to say that.

When I made the call to Comcast, they asked if I wanted to take a survey about their service 30 minutes after the call. I agreed----just like I did last fall when I was having those billing issues. And just like last fall, I got no call. I so wanted to complain about what idiots they are!  I have to admit, after 3 calls last fall, I did finally get the billing issues fixed. But I never did receive that $50. gift card I was supposed to get for my trouble. To get it would require another call to Comcast. I wasn't about to go through that again. You know when I have to break down and call Comcast, all I want to do is say FTS!!!

That's the end of the amazements. But here's another that I could almost take credit for. Butch gets the credit. All I did was buy the cleaner.

A couple of months ago, a glass of red wine was spilled on the carpet in the rec room. It sort of splattered all over. This is the carpet AFTER we used our favorite "go to" carpet cleaner, Spot Shot. I figured we'd just have to have it patched. The next day, I stopped at the grocery store after Curves and tried something new.

As I was looking at all the choices, this one listed red wine as the first thing on the list of things it takes out. I bought it. Butch used it.

Here is that same carpet---several months later. I kept forgetting to take a picture. Anyway, it's good to know that the stains didn't re-surface like they're apt to do.

So there you go. It's been a good day!