Well, we’re back home again. The Dr. is off on Wednesday, so no paperwork was processed. We’ll try again tomorrow.

Shawn and I are sitting in a La Quinta hotel room waiting for the head to tell the foot where to go next.

When he was put on disability the lady at HR said that all he had to do was fax in the release from the Dr. and he’d be good to go. We should have known better.

When we arrived in Fontana we faxed off the release. Then we waited. While we waited we swatted flies and ate our lunch.

The guy who assigns trucks came back from wherever he had been and told Shawn he needed to call the HR lady and find out if he had to have a drug screen before he could assign him to a truck. He still had a truck for him in San Leandro, but he can’t assign it to him officially yet.

Of course, by this time it’s 4 pm Omaha time and the HR lady isn’t answering her phone. It just goes to voice mail over and over and over again. Shawn left at least three messages. You’d think that she would have called us back this morning when she got in, but no, of course not, us sitting here isn’t important. She has better things to do than return phone calls from people who can’t do their job until she does hers.

So here we sit, back at the hotel room, waiting for the Dr.’s office to open. They’ve been faxed three copies of the “approved” release form to two different fax numbers.

What this means for me is that I have to sit here in the hotel room and drink hotel room coffee when there’s a Starbucks within sniffing distance. Sometimes life just isn’t fair.

Shawn took the test for his CDL today, and passed all but the Hazmat portion.

The only reason he didn’t pass was because we didn’t study for it. But when you take the test at the same time there’s no additional fee up front, where if you take it later you have to pay 30-something dollars. Now he just has to get a physical before he can get his actual permit.

Then he has to pay $94 dollars to have a TSA background check done so they know he’s not a terrorist and going to highjack a load of Palmolive* and blow up a building with it. Hopefully we’ll have the money before he takes his drive test in a month, which is the first available appointment. If not he’ll get his license without the hazmat endorsement, and pay for it after he starts driving.

So tomorrow we’re going to go back and he’s going to retake the hazmat portion. Hopefully one night of cramming will do.

Oh, and before I forget, Rapunzel is getting an award tomorrow but we don’t know what for. So you know what I’ll be writing about tomorrow, right? She’s so proud of herself.

*And yes, dish soap is considered a hazardous material when in transport. For that fact so is Coca-Cola syrup.

BB you must come back to Grandma’s, I finished the hat that matches your poncho. After much deliberation, I decided to make it slightly shallower than the pattern called for, knowing that you will pull it down and not wear it like it a beret is supposed to be worn. So it’s not a beret anymore, it’s a…a….I don’t know what it is. But it’s cute.

Anyways, I want to make more like it and I need you to model this one first. Your cute face and soulful eyes are a way better sell than SuperChic’s new baby doll or just propped on the desk.

See, it’d be much cuter if you were wearing it. Tell your Mommy for me, o.k.

Note to everyone else. Tonight I took an online timed test for CitiBank. It was pretty simple as long as I didn’t answer the questions in the wrong column I should be okay. It was stuff like “I have never lied to my parents, ” pick strongly disagree to strongly agree. Basic math questions, which we couldn’t use a calculator for. If you can’t do ((6+4)(6+4))-(25×2) without a calculator you need help.