Current mood:cold
I NEED to be working right now. Now ask me if I am. *Nope* Why? Supposed bad weather. Doesn't seem that bad to me, but the kids left school at noon. So they're stuck inside, with NO homework, making way too much noise. Oh, well. Maybe I'll make them take a nap soon or something so I can make some calls. They're just hyper because they're out of school - I probably would be if I were a kiddo, too!
Ok. Question: if a teenager gets pregnant (think like still in high school, living with your parents kind of thing) - does the boy that was involved have a legal responsbility to help support said kid? If so, who does that burden fall on - the boy or the boy's parents?? Just wondering. It's amazing the random junk I thought of while putting my tree up.
Speaking of randomness, I heard Hinder's "Lips of an Angel." That has got to be the stupidest freaking song on the planet. The music sounded kind of nice - but, the words RUIN it!! The song's all about these people having an affair - FALLEN angel, maybe.
Going to make another attempt at getting them quiet so I can get some work done. Oh yeah... Hey, Ms. Thang - my response can be heard on my page... ball's back in your court, baby!! :p
Friday, November 30, 2007
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Myspace Migration: Book Excerpt
Ok, have a good plot line built in this re-write and now need the two mains to begin dating. Working on 'Her' point of view first; feedback is appreciated.
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"You have to date." Janet stated with an authoritative glance as we rounded the 6th of 24 laps on our Saturday morning walk. I avoided answering while taking a swig of my Chai Soy Latte. "I'm not kidding Christina; eventually you're going to have to put yourself back out there."
"Eventually I will. Seriously, Janet; between the kids, work, and maintaining the house; when do you propose I do it? And how attractive IS that, anyway? I can just see it now: We're having drinks at the bar, some guy saunters up and strikes a decent conversation. I like him, he's witty and reminiscent of John Cusack. Then, I say what? 'I like you, you're funny... let's have date. I'm free on Saturdays.' He's going to think I'm married or in some other way unavailable. Or high-maintainence. Or crazy. Or both. My life isn't set up for dating." I go in to take another swig; but, I've finished it already. There goes my ability to dodge.
Janet stopped to tie her shoe; I took it as an opportunity to speed-walk my way to the trash can to ditch my empty Starbucks cup. I popped in my earbuds and turned on my Ipod, hoping when Janet caught up, she'd take the hint. It comes to mind that the Ipod has become as big of a staple in the American household and the community of commerce as Starbucks. Just as nobody says they're going to get coffee anymore, you never hear someone call an MP3 player anything other than an Ipod. But why not? If you've ever seen an Ipod, you can see how that would be. They're sleek, yet cute; and basically easy to function. And who doesn't love the Apple emblem? Like Starbucks, the Ipod had become something of a status symbol. For myself, I have a shuffle, the Nano, the Classic and am jonesing for the newest of the I-gadets: the IPhone. Of course, it'll be after I pay for Lauren's school camp and Maddie's new wardrobe before I splurge on something like that.
"Christina...hello...Earth to Christina..." Janet had not only not gotten the hint, she was refusing to let me ignore her long enough FOR her to get it. Fine. If we're going to have to have the conversation, might as well get it over with.
"Janet, even IF my crazy schedule isn't a turn-off; I don't even know how to meet a guy. I was married as an infant; I've never done the adult dating thing. Not really. I don't think my relationship with Brad or James even count - Brad was a friend... it was a convenience thing more than anything. And I ran into James. Literally ran into him. We were complete chance; I am pretty sure Geico will drop my insurance if I run into every cute guy I pass on the way to work." I pondered that for a moment longer, though; it was kinda funny.
I guess Janet thought it was, too; she did that little snorty-giggle thing that I'm fairly positive landed her Jay. On me, it'd be obnoxious; on her, it gets her a husband. Go figure. "Ok, I was kind of hoping you'd say that. Don't be mad at me, but I got you a gift subscription to EHarmonious."
Brow furrowed, I ask, "EHarmonious? That dating site... the one with the obnoxiously happy couples that talk about how their world turned around over emails? They sell GIFT subscriptions for that? You subscribed me to a site where I can't even pick my own dates?"
"Helloo.... have you seen your track record? You really don't need to pick your dates. Anyway, they match you off of the inside stuff; and that's the stuff that counts. I say we ditch the rest of our walk and go get you set up. It's perfect!"
"God, you sound like a high-school cheerleader. And while I will find a way to not be pissed that you are not only meddling in my non-existant love life in conversation, but actually meddling in it.... I'll fill out the profile on my own. Want to jog the next lap?"
"Christina, you don't jog!"
"Ah, but see... if we jog, we don't talk. And I think that is a brilliant reason to jog." Without waiting for an answer, I pop in the earbuds and take off; not even caring about the fact (and I'm sure it was a fact) that I look absolutely retarded.
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The cursor has been blinking for half an hour. I have NO idea what to say about myself. And I don't really see why I should have to; that quiz was in-depth enough to cover everything. What could I say that it didn't already ask me? Headline: _________ Headline? As a Marketing major, I realize that I'm advertising MYSELF to whatever men are out there advertising themselves; but, there's something somewhat distasteful about having to craft a ad about yourself, in hopes of luring someone to respond to you. But there the cursor was, continuing to blink at me. Headline.... Sassy Divorcee In Search of John Cusack. No. Executive Mom Seeks... Nothing? I don't. I'm not LOOKING.... that's the problem with this whole thing.
I'm.Not.Looking. I want someone to be looking for me. Something told me this wasn't going to get the job done, though. Darnit; I'm going to have to call Janet if I ever want to be done with this. I sigh as I dial her number. "I don't know what to say."
Though I'll never admit it because it would hurt her feelings; my stomach totally sank as I heard her squeal, "Oh-My-Gosh, Yay! I'll be right over."
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"You have to date." Janet stated with an authoritative glance as we rounded the 6th of 24 laps on our Saturday morning walk. I avoided answering while taking a swig of my Chai Soy Latte. "I'm not kidding Christina; eventually you're going to have to put yourself back out there."
"Eventually I will. Seriously, Janet; between the kids, work, and maintaining the house; when do you propose I do it? And how attractive IS that, anyway? I can just see it now: We're having drinks at the bar, some guy saunters up and strikes a decent conversation. I like him, he's witty and reminiscent of John Cusack. Then, I say what? 'I like you, you're funny... let's have date. I'm free on Saturdays.' He's going to think I'm married or in some other way unavailable. Or high-maintainence. Or crazy. Or both. My life isn't set up for dating." I go in to take another swig; but, I've finished it already. There goes my ability to dodge.
Janet stopped to tie her shoe; I took it as an opportunity to speed-walk my way to the trash can to ditch my empty Starbucks cup. I popped in my earbuds and turned on my Ipod, hoping when Janet caught up, she'd take the hint. It comes to mind that the Ipod has become as big of a staple in the American household and the community of commerce as Starbucks. Just as nobody says they're going to get coffee anymore, you never hear someone call an MP3 player anything other than an Ipod. But why not? If you've ever seen an Ipod, you can see how that would be. They're sleek, yet cute; and basically easy to function. And who doesn't love the Apple emblem? Like Starbucks, the Ipod had become something of a status symbol. For myself, I have a shuffle, the Nano, the Classic and am jonesing for the newest of the I-gadets: the IPhone. Of course, it'll be after I pay for Lauren's school camp and Maddie's new wardrobe before I splurge on something like that.
"Christina...hello...Earth to Christina..." Janet had not only not gotten the hint, she was refusing to let me ignore her long enough FOR her to get it. Fine. If we're going to have to have the conversation, might as well get it over with.
"Janet, even IF my crazy schedule isn't a turn-off; I don't even know how to meet a guy. I was married as an infant; I've never done the adult dating thing. Not really. I don't think my relationship with Brad or James even count - Brad was a friend... it was a convenience thing more than anything. And I ran into James. Literally ran into him. We were complete chance; I am pretty sure Geico will drop my insurance if I run into every cute guy I pass on the way to work." I pondered that for a moment longer, though; it was kinda funny.
I guess Janet thought it was, too; she did that little snorty-giggle thing that I'm fairly positive landed her Jay. On me, it'd be obnoxious; on her, it gets her a husband. Go figure. "Ok, I was kind of hoping you'd say that. Don't be mad at me, but I got you a gift subscription to EHarmonious."
Brow furrowed, I ask, "EHarmonious? That dating site... the one with the obnoxiously happy couples that talk about how their world turned around over emails? They sell GIFT subscriptions for that? You subscribed me to a site where I can't even pick my own dates?"
"Helloo.... have you seen your track record? You really don't need to pick your dates. Anyway, they match you off of the inside stuff; and that's the stuff that counts. I say we ditch the rest of our walk and go get you set up. It's perfect!"
"God, you sound like a high-school cheerleader. And while I will find a way to not be pissed that you are not only meddling in my non-existant love life in conversation, but actually meddling in it.... I'll fill out the profile on my own. Want to jog the next lap?"
"Christina, you don't jog!"
"Ah, but see... if we jog, we don't talk. And I think that is a brilliant reason to jog." Without waiting for an answer, I pop in the earbuds and take off; not even caring about the fact (and I'm sure it was a fact) that I look absolutely retarded.
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The cursor has been blinking for half an hour. I have NO idea what to say about myself. And I don't really see why I should have to; that quiz was in-depth enough to cover everything. What could I say that it didn't already ask me? Headline: _________ Headline? As a Marketing major, I realize that I'm advertising MYSELF to whatever men are out there advertising themselves; but, there's something somewhat distasteful about having to craft a ad about yourself, in hopes of luring someone to respond to you. But there the cursor was, continuing to blink at me. Headline.... Sassy Divorcee In Search of John Cusack. No. Executive Mom Seeks... Nothing? I don't. I'm not LOOKING.... that's the problem with this whole thing.
I'm.Not.Looking. I want someone to be looking for me. Something told me this wasn't going to get the job done, though. Darnit; I'm going to have to call Janet if I ever want to be done with this. I sigh as I dial her number. "I don't know what to say."
Though I'll never admit it because it would hurt her feelings; my stomach totally sank as I heard her squeal, "Oh-My-Gosh, Yay! I'll be right over."
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Myspace Migration: Just Some Tumbleweed Thoughts
Current mood:calm
Let me start off with this: I don't think this cold is EVER going away. Much like the Mucinex commercials, I think it's hung photos, planted a garden, and is now adding a second story to the residence it's set up inside my head and lungs. I can't even COUGH anymore...
How many of us get the opportunity to look back on the precise moment that our life changed directions? How many of those moments do you get in a lifetime? It seems to me, I've had few. And with each different direction I've taken, there's been a defined moment in time that I knew even in that moment, I'd remember for ever. In the movies, they make memories (the important ones) seem like this reel of tape you reflect fondly on now and again, or you can recall in some sort of hazy distance. For me, each of those moments genuinely feel like they were seared into my being. Every detail, every moment - good or bad, it's crystalline. I can't remember the things leading up to it, or even what specifically happened right after... but, the 'ah-ha, I'm going THIS way' moment is pristine. I just find that insteresting.
Work has been... busy. I enjoy it, still, and am glad I went in that particular direction - despite the distinct possibility that I'm driving my team a little crazy with the last minute projects we're working though. But, it definitely keeps it interesting. It looks like my views are once again being published in a couple of different magazines - one's out, the other will be out next month. I haven't read how I read in them, but will gladly share it once I'm sure I don't look like a dufus.
I have the whole weekend to myself. I don't remember the last time I had 1.5 days of noone around me. I concede, I'm pretty excited. Everyone who knows me knows I'm a VERY social person; I thrive one the bustle of people, conversation, energy that flows when a bunch of people are together... but, I'm.Worn.Out. I need to recharge my batteries and let me brain... rest. So, I have a very thrilling weekend of getting my hair done (I will be bringing my mp3 player and a book, so I don't have to chit-chat), cleaning my house, and doing some space planning with a glass of Tempranillo and a week's worth of TIVO'd stuff..... I may very well not even answer my phone this weekend. I'm stoked. Really.
But, for now, I think I'm going to let the dogs out, go get my Pumpkin Vanilla Soy Latte (OMGosh, thanks to Lora for suggesting that - it's awesome and she's a rockstar for cluing me in on that. Another good one she clued me in to is Peppermint Vanilla Soy... yum! No whip.), and go walk.... until I'm tired of it or my lungs protest from all the extra weight that's slushing around in there. Ewww...
I have had all these things I was going to blog about this week, and haven't had the time... maybe I'll get some of that in a coherent blog this weekend, too!
Let me start off with this: I don't think this cold is EVER going away. Much like the Mucinex commercials, I think it's hung photos, planted a garden, and is now adding a second story to the residence it's set up inside my head and lungs. I can't even COUGH anymore...
How many of us get the opportunity to look back on the precise moment that our life changed directions? How many of those moments do you get in a lifetime? It seems to me, I've had few. And with each different direction I've taken, there's been a defined moment in time that I knew even in that moment, I'd remember for ever. In the movies, they make memories (the important ones) seem like this reel of tape you reflect fondly on now and again, or you can recall in some sort of hazy distance. For me, each of those moments genuinely feel like they were seared into my being. Every detail, every moment - good or bad, it's crystalline. I can't remember the things leading up to it, or even what specifically happened right after... but, the 'ah-ha, I'm going THIS way' moment is pristine. I just find that insteresting.
Work has been... busy. I enjoy it, still, and am glad I went in that particular direction - despite the distinct possibility that I'm driving my team a little crazy with the last minute projects we're working though. But, it definitely keeps it interesting. It looks like my views are once again being published in a couple of different magazines - one's out, the other will be out next month. I haven't read how I read in them, but will gladly share it once I'm sure I don't look like a dufus.
I have the whole weekend to myself. I don't remember the last time I had 1.5 days of noone around me. I concede, I'm pretty excited. Everyone who knows me knows I'm a VERY social person; I thrive one the bustle of people, conversation, energy that flows when a bunch of people are together... but, I'm.Worn.Out. I need to recharge my batteries and let me brain... rest. So, I have a very thrilling weekend of getting my hair done (I will be bringing my mp3 player and a book, so I don't have to chit-chat), cleaning my house, and doing some space planning with a glass of Tempranillo and a week's worth of TIVO'd stuff..... I may very well not even answer my phone this weekend. I'm stoked. Really.
But, for now, I think I'm going to let the dogs out, go get my Pumpkin Vanilla Soy Latte (OMGosh, thanks to Lora for suggesting that - it's awesome and she's a rockstar for cluing me in on that. Another good one she clued me in to is Peppermint Vanilla Soy... yum! No whip.), and go walk.... until I'm tired of it or my lungs protest from all the extra weight that's slushing around in there. Ewww...
I have had all these things I was going to blog about this week, and haven't had the time... maybe I'll get some of that in a coherent blog this weekend, too!
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Myspace Migration: Life Explained
Current mood:awake
A boat docked in a tiny Mexican village. An American tourist complimented the Mexican fisherman on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took him to catch them.
"Not very long," answered the Mexican.
"But then, why didn't you stay out longer and catch more?" asked the American.
The Mexican explained that his small catch was sufficient to meet his needs and those of his family.
The American asked, "But what do you do with the rest of your time?"
"I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, and take a siesta with my wife. In the evenings, I go into the village to see my friends, have a few drinks, play the guitar, and sing a few songs. I have a full life."
The American interrupted, "I have an MBA from Harvard and I can help you! You should start by fishing longer every day. You can then sell the extra fish you catch. With the extra revenue, you can buy a bigger boat."
"And after that?" asked the Mexican.
"With the extra money the larger boat will bring, you can buy a second one and a third one and so on until you have an entire fleet of trawlers. Instead of selling your fish to a middle man, you can then negotiate directly with the processing plants and maybe even open your own plant. You can then leave this little village and move to Mexico City, Los Angeles, or even New York City! From there you can direct your huge new enterprise."
"How long would that take?" asked the Mexican.
"Twenty, perhaps twenty-five years," replied the American.
"And after that?"
"Afterwards? Well my friend, that's when it gets really interesting," answered the American, laughing. "When your business gets really big, you can start buying and selling stocks and make millions!"
"Millions? Really? And after that?" asked the Mexican.
"After that you'll be able to retire, live in a tiny village near the coast, sleep late, play with your children, catch a few fish, take a siesta with your wife and spend your evenings drinking and enjoying your friends."
And the moral of this story is: ......... Know where you're going in life... you may already be there
A boat docked in a tiny Mexican village. An American tourist complimented the Mexican fisherman on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took him to catch them.
"Not very long," answered the Mexican.
"But then, why didn't you stay out longer and catch more?" asked the American.
The Mexican explained that his small catch was sufficient to meet his needs and those of his family.
The American asked, "But what do you do with the rest of your time?"
"I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, and take a siesta with my wife. In the evenings, I go into the village to see my friends, have a few drinks, play the guitar, and sing a few songs. I have a full life."
The American interrupted, "I have an MBA from Harvard and I can help you! You should start by fishing longer every day. You can then sell the extra fish you catch. With the extra revenue, you can buy a bigger boat."
"And after that?" asked the Mexican.
"With the extra money the larger boat will bring, you can buy a second one and a third one and so on until you have an entire fleet of trawlers. Instead of selling your fish to a middle man, you can then negotiate directly with the processing plants and maybe even open your own plant. You can then leave this little village and move to Mexico City, Los Angeles, or even New York City! From there you can direct your huge new enterprise."
"How long would that take?" asked the Mexican.
"Twenty, perhaps twenty-five years," replied the American.
"And after that?"
"Afterwards? Well my friend, that's when it gets really interesting," answered the American, laughing. "When your business gets really big, you can start buying and selling stocks and make millions!"
"Millions? Really? And after that?" asked the Mexican.
"After that you'll be able to retire, live in a tiny village near the coast, sleep late, play with your children, catch a few fish, take a siesta with your wife and spend your evenings drinking and enjoying your friends."
And the moral of this story is: ......... Know where you're going in life... you may already be there
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Myspace Migration: 29 on the 29th!
Since I only do that ONE TIME in my whole life, I'm gonna wear it out: I'm 29 and it's the 29th. Anyway, I AM 29 and here is an exerpt of the things I've learned in the last year:
Life was actually more fun when I worked out. Guess I should start that up again.
There are around 1000 calories in every starbucks drink I consume - so, I cut down to 4 a week instead of 7.
It takes an inordinately long time to say goodbye to most people. It's just not as simple as "Talk to you later" and "Ok, Bye!" Seriously, here's what it's sounded like over the last year:
"Well, thanks ever so for calling. We'll talk soon."
"No problem; glad I could be of help. Have a good (week/weekend)."
"You too; Bye now."
"I will; say hello to your kids for me."
"Oh, cool - thanks; will do. Back at you. Talk to you later!"
"I will - you know my kid (insert quasi-interesting thing here; made less so by the fact that I REALLY have to [pee/dosomethingelse/getoffthephone])..."
"No, really? That's great! Ok, well talk to you later!"
"Yeah, ok - have a good (week/weekend)!"
(Thinking, "Man, we've DONE this part already!") "K, Buh-bye!!"
"Bye!"
This excludes the normal ramp-down time that I need in order to end any and all conversation. This is AFTER that (yeah, Bev, I know what you were thinkin'!)
Continuing on with the things I've learned....
Diet Soda is really kind of a wash - it just really makes you want to have something that IS sweet because your mind is tricked into thinking you actually did something good by swigging battery acid that has no calories. I resolve for my birthday to quit them again - because the reports are right: you do lose about 10 pounds the first year that you're off soda and really, it's horrifically bad for you... put some on a penny. Anything that cleans the crud off a penny is PROBABLY NOT something I want in my digestive system. See? With age does come wisdom.
It does no good at all to get irritated by the fact that the people at the drive-thru window can practically never understand me. Now I just make "Wha-wah-wha-wahhwah-wha" noises into the speaker in Charlie-Brown-fashion, like it's some kind of game and see how they like the favor returned. I then tell them I'm coming to the window to order and we both win. They get my order and I don't have to repeat it three times. Try it, seriously, it's amusing and a stress reliever.
When it comes to dating, it takes about three months for 'crazy' to come out and play. I'm old enough now to KNOW it; but not yet old enough to know how to FIX it. So..... not dating right now (which is fine, because I'm not quite to the point I have the time to anyway!)
Speaking of, I've learned that the resoounding, reoccuring themes in my life are "I've got the kiddos" and "I don't have time for (whatever it is)..." So, I think I'm moving. Close to work; so I WILL have more time for my kids and hopefully that will translate into more time for everything else....
I've learned I love Chicos - the biggest size anyone can ever be there is a "3" - and I'm not. I'm a "2" - don't ask me what that translates to in real-people sizes, because that's what's making me like that store right now... I don't HAVE to deal with real-people sizes! :p With age comes the wisdom to know to avoid the things that depress or just plain tick you off....
So, for my birthday... today I'm going to hang with my girls and my family. Next Friday night, I think I'm doing Karaoke - it's either going to be at Dukes in Frisco if they really WILL let you rent a karaoke room or at a japanese karoake house (and yes, Bev, you WILL have to come, anyway, because it's my birthday... you're the FORMER diva and can definitely deal for one night with no stage, right??? Besides, you'll always be center stage because I think you're the best singer out of all of us! :)
Life was actually more fun when I worked out. Guess I should start that up again.
There are around 1000 calories in every starbucks drink I consume - so, I cut down to 4 a week instead of 7.
It takes an inordinately long time to say goodbye to most people. It's just not as simple as "Talk to you later" and "Ok, Bye!" Seriously, here's what it's sounded like over the last year:
"Well, thanks ever so for calling. We'll talk soon."
"No problem; glad I could be of help. Have a good (week/weekend)."
"You too; Bye now."
"I will; say hello to your kids for me."
"Oh, cool - thanks; will do. Back at you. Talk to you later!"
"I will - you know my kid (insert quasi-interesting thing here; made less so by the fact that I REALLY have to [pee/dosomethingelse/getoffthephone])..."
"No, really? That's great! Ok, well talk to you later!"
"Yeah, ok - have a good (week/weekend)!"
(Thinking, "Man, we've DONE this part already!") "K, Buh-bye!!"
"Bye!"
This excludes the normal ramp-down time that I need in order to end any and all conversation. This is AFTER that (yeah, Bev, I know what you were thinkin'!)
Continuing on with the things I've learned....
Diet Soda is really kind of a wash - it just really makes you want to have something that IS sweet because your mind is tricked into thinking you actually did something good by swigging battery acid that has no calories. I resolve for my birthday to quit them again - because the reports are right: you do lose about 10 pounds the first year that you're off soda and really, it's horrifically bad for you... put some on a penny. Anything that cleans the crud off a penny is PROBABLY NOT something I want in my digestive system. See? With age does come wisdom.
It does no good at all to get irritated by the fact that the people at the drive-thru window can practically never understand me. Now I just make "Wha-wah-wha-wahhwah-wha" noises into the speaker in Charlie-Brown-fashion, like it's some kind of game and see how they like the favor returned. I then tell them I'm coming to the window to order and we both win. They get my order and I don't have to repeat it three times. Try it, seriously, it's amusing and a stress reliever.
When it comes to dating, it takes about three months for 'crazy' to come out and play. I'm old enough now to KNOW it; but not yet old enough to know how to FIX it. So..... not dating right now (which is fine, because I'm not quite to the point I have the time to anyway!)
Speaking of, I've learned that the resoounding, reoccuring themes in my life are "I've got the kiddos" and "I don't have time for (whatever it is)..." So, I think I'm moving. Close to work; so I WILL have more time for my kids and hopefully that will translate into more time for everything else....
I've learned I love Chicos - the biggest size anyone can ever be there is a "3" - and I'm not. I'm a "2" - don't ask me what that translates to in real-people sizes, because that's what's making me like that store right now... I don't HAVE to deal with real-people sizes! :p With age comes the wisdom to know to avoid the things that depress or just plain tick you off....
So, for my birthday... today I'm going to hang with my girls and my family. Next Friday night, I think I'm doing Karaoke - it's either going to be at Dukes in Frisco if they really WILL let you rent a karaoke room or at a japanese karoake house (and yes, Bev, you WILL have to come, anyway, because it's my birthday... you're the FORMER diva and can definitely deal for one night with no stage, right??? Besides, you'll always be center stage because I think you're the best singer out of all of us! :)
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Myspace Migration: I.LOATHE.IKEA.
Current mood:annoyed
Let's start with the fact that I'm not really all that into shopping. Pair it with the fact that I actually enjoy customer service. End it with, when I spend multiple hours looking up furniture on a website; I actually like it to BE the price I saw online.
I was planning on buying the MALM bed for Lindsey with the attachable side tables. What I expected to be 170 pre-tax ended up being 220. So... ask me if I bought them? Um... no. I ended up with a completely daybed.
And it was 119 - NOT the $99 listed on the website. At that point, though, IKEA had won. I was completely worn out. So, I bought it and went on with my life. So, now Lindsey has a daybed for her new room that, with any luck, will make it to her apartment one day....and I will never have to go back to that soul-sucking store again
Let's start with the fact that I'm not really all that into shopping. Pair it with the fact that I actually enjoy customer service. End it with, when I spend multiple hours looking up furniture on a website; I actually like it to BE the price I saw online.
I was planning on buying the MALM bed for Lindsey with the attachable side tables. What I expected to be 170 pre-tax ended up being 220. So... ask me if I bought them? Um... no. I ended up with a completely daybed.
And it was 119 - NOT the $99 listed on the website. At that point, though, IKEA had won. I was completely worn out. So, I bought it and went on with my life. So, now Lindsey has a daybed for her new room that, with any luck, will make it to her apartment one day....and I will never have to go back to that soul-sucking store again
Sunday, July 8, 2007
Myspace Migration: I Grill!
This just in.. I still grill!
Current mood:amused
And some of the food I grill actually gets cooked! LOL So, had a few friends out this weekend for what should have been the Providence Fireworks Show... too much water, courtesy of our monsoon season. My grill died, so I went to get another one.
Anyone who knows me knows I have the capability of being a decisive person. I wasn't planning on purchasing another grill yet (did want to upgrade later this season, but with Lindsey's birthday, my brother's birthday, MY birthday, and various assorted and sundry purchases that need to be made... I didn't want to do it NOW); so, I decided almost instantly, I was going to spend less than $300. Lowes had grills 20% off - Greatness. I park the car, walk over to the grill display out front; there's another guy looking at the "mid-priced grills," too. I see which one I need in exactly 30 seconds, walk in the store, to the register and purchase it. The cashier goes out to unlock the grill and put it in my Mom-mobile. The guy, who was formerly looking at grills, wants to know if there's an advantage to having them unlocked while I'm looking at them. I explained I had already bought it; he looked at me like I lost my mind.
Seriously, it's a grill; I'm not deciding which tools to use for open heart surgery. 42k BTUs and 32-burger count is really all I NEED to get by. Now, if I could JUST figure out how to cook chicken legs (Sorry, James!)...
I really enjoyed myself, though. It's been well over a year since I grilled out with friends on a regular basis, but I used to do it pretty much every week. I think I'm going to get back into the habit of it - I love cooking, and whole foods has a host of cool things to put out on the grill. I got a recipe for blue-cheese jalepeno burgers that I'm itching to try out. The girls and I had salmon burgers today and I'm grilling coconut chicken tomorrow. :)
So Bev and I were discussing the topic of 'territorial marking' - kinda got me thinking about dating.... how many of you have been 'marked' in a current or past relationship? How does that make you feel?
On the dating scene... still not a whole lot going on. I did go out with someone who is actually busier than I am, which gives me hope for me.. but not for developing a relationship with that person. I have come to realize that I'm still a little gun shy after the 'worst.date.ever.' I think I'm about ready to blog about that date, now... so, I'll tease you today with I'll post that tomorrow.
Current mood:amused
And some of the food I grill actually gets cooked! LOL So, had a few friends out this weekend for what should have been the Providence Fireworks Show... too much water, courtesy of our monsoon season. My grill died, so I went to get another one.
Anyone who knows me knows I have the capability of being a decisive person. I wasn't planning on purchasing another grill yet (did want to upgrade later this season, but with Lindsey's birthday, my brother's birthday, MY birthday, and various assorted and sundry purchases that need to be made... I didn't want to do it NOW); so, I decided almost instantly, I was going to spend less than $300. Lowes had grills 20% off - Greatness. I park the car, walk over to the grill display out front; there's another guy looking at the "mid-priced grills," too. I see which one I need in exactly 30 seconds, walk in the store, to the register and purchase it. The cashier goes out to unlock the grill and put it in my Mom-mobile. The guy, who was formerly looking at grills, wants to know if there's an advantage to having them unlocked while I'm looking at them. I explained I had already bought it; he looked at me like I lost my mind.
Seriously, it's a grill; I'm not deciding which tools to use for open heart surgery. 42k BTUs and 32-burger count is really all I NEED to get by. Now, if I could JUST figure out how to cook chicken legs (Sorry, James!)...
I really enjoyed myself, though. It's been well over a year since I grilled out with friends on a regular basis, but I used to do it pretty much every week. I think I'm going to get back into the habit of it - I love cooking, and whole foods has a host of cool things to put out on the grill. I got a recipe for blue-cheese jalepeno burgers that I'm itching to try out. The girls and I had salmon burgers today and I'm grilling coconut chicken tomorrow. :)
So Bev and I were discussing the topic of 'territorial marking' - kinda got me thinking about dating.... how many of you have been 'marked' in a current or past relationship? How does that make you feel?
On the dating scene... still not a whole lot going on. I did go out with someone who is actually busier than I am, which gives me hope for me.. but not for developing a relationship with that person. I have come to realize that I'm still a little gun shy after the 'worst.date.ever.' I think I'm about ready to blog about that date, now... so, I'll tease you today with I'll post that tomorrow.
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