There's a kid in england that was deaf for 10 years, until the wax plug and a cotton swab tip popped out while playing in the yard.

The parents are furious that they spent many £ on treatments and no one actually checked closer than "obstruction. he'll grow out of it."

Meanwhile the post office mis-delivered the package I ordered last week.

The track and confirm says it was delivered on Saturday. So I called the national numbers, and finally got a human who gave me the local post office number (not in the book).

So I called the local post office, they asked the usual questions, then said it was policy to leave it on the front step. yeah. thanks. They then asked for my phone number and said they would call back.

A few minutes later they said the carrier does not remember dropping off a package at our house, but does remember dropping one off at an apartment complex with "a similar address."

They will dispatch someone to check at the apartment complex.

I am neutral on the chances of it being there still. This is a small town, and it might be at the retirement complex two blocks down.

No I didn't insure it, there was no option for it, and the package was only $27...

Still? Accurate delivery would be good.

A few minutes later they said the carrier does not remember dropping off a package at our house, but does remember dropping one off at an apartment complex with "a similar address."

Huh. Well as long as the address is similar....

I ordered a new LCD screen for my MacBook from a company in California. But they shipped me one from their Chicago address. Then the postal delivery person returned it as "undeliverable". To their California address. (I found out when the USPS tracking site told me it was waiting to be picked up at some California post office.) So they're gonna ship it again.

So I should have gotten it in one day - instead it's been more than two weeks and counting.

In package stories, I had an order to be delivered on Friday. for some reason, UPS put another sticker with a different address at the university OVER the correct address, but left the name and office name uncovered. My UPS guy said WTF, that's not her address (my UPS guy ROCKS) and delivered it to me. Unfortunately, it was one of two. No one could locate the other one. FINALLY, they found it, and when it arrived, it had the original address sticker for me, but also another sticker with a THIRD university address, none of which were remotely accurate. No one can tell me why that happened. I hate UPS. On the bright side, I now have the super secret local office number.

From way back:

internet killed by oedipus rex.

My college roommate A had a 6 year old step sister, T, who wanted to marry A when she grew up. T hates to be reminded of that.

What kind of names did you guys use with your grandparents? Was it from a cultural thing, or a mispronunciation, or a request from the grandparent?

My dad's dad was Pow, which came about from him playing guns with my older brother, who thought his name was Pow. Mom tried to make us call him Grandfather, but he insisted on being called Pow. Dad's stepdad was Pop Pops. Don't know how that happened, my bro had given everybody names by the time I came along. Both grandmothers were Grandma, but with a last name for identification purposes when talking about them.

My niece calls my mother Big Mama (my mother had lots of fun figuring out what my niece was going to call her, there were several possibilities). My dad refused to pick a name for himself, saying that she would decide what to call him. She ended up calling him Johnson (because my mom and dad have this old tradition of calling each other by their last name and my niece picked it up from my mom. Plus, I think that my dad gets a kick out of it because of the name thing)

What kind of names did you guys use with your grandparents? Was it from a cultural thing, or a mispronunciation, or a request from the grandparent?

Grandma, Grandpa, Grandpa, and "Grandmother". She was very particular about it.

Man, I am no good at first days back. I'm not coherent or together.

On the up side, I saw "Children of Men" last week, and it was awesome.

Gronklies.

My fever broke last night and my stomach feels better, but I'm still kinda shaky and wobbly. Hopefully a normal breakfast and lunch will fix that, and I'll be able to make it to the game after all....

Weatherman says we have a mini Snowpocolypse coming

Four inches of snow on my car this weekend here in Utah. Wet, heavy mess. Brace yourselves.

Yeah, it was cold here over the weekend. Sixty-five and drizzly. Clearly we sent that on east, so everybody can blame us for that.

My grandparents were "Grandma" and "Grandpa." With last names included if needed to avoid confusion.

But my family was pretty formal about how kids addressed grownups. Grownups were Mr./Mrs./Miss (Ms. didn't exist until I was about 10, and it took a while to become accepted), except for parents (Mom and Dad), grandparents, aunts/uncles (who were Aunt/Uncle Firstname), and a few of my parents' cousins (Cousin Firstname).

No such thing as courtesy aunts/uncles/grandparents unless they were the moral equivalent of same. So my mother's best friend was "Mrs. L" and not "Aunt J." But my cousins called the woman who practically raised their mother "Grandma V."

My mum's mum and dad are Nana and Grandad, and my dad's parents were Mummum and Papa.

Mummum and Papa were because my older sister (the first grandchild) couldn't pronounce anything else and by the time I came along they'd stuck.