I noticed that I was a bit remiss on taking my ring for the 6 month check. I was so remiss that I was almost a year out.
Oops.
I've never had that happen. Life has, well, happened. I also hate the mall. (Hate is a strong word, but I really do.) The store that holds the guarantee is in the mall.
Drat it all.
I go to big box jewelry store and a gentleman helped me and K. At first, I couldn't tell if he was going to. I thought he had just walked away, but he was readying himself to check my rings. He called us over, I handed the rings over and he started his inspection. He pulled out the mandrel and started pulling.
Yup. I knew that she was out of round. She was more so in oval.
:(
He checked. He cleaned. He was truly the most thorough that anyone has ever been. Then came the news. The news that I knew was a few years coming.
"The shank needs redone."
"I've known that for some time. I figured that you'd tell me that."
"The ring is just about to break. If it breaks, it may fall off and be lost."
I knew that the shank was thin when I had the great hand squashing incident of 2012. I was hoping that when they reshaped it that by some miracle, that the shank could be made whole again. Well, it was. It just didn't earn anymore metal in the transaction.
So I bid my engagement ring a short farewell. I had to pay the $160 in full to get her into repair. (Redoing the shank does not fall under the warranty.) It kind of irritated me having to pay for a repair before the item was actually delivered, but people stiff the jewelry store on repairs all of the time. I understand the need for the change in policy.
My engagement ring isn't at all large. I'm good with that. Though I have my wedding ring on, I do feel a little naked without it. I didn't realize how much I played with it until I had to hand it over. Soon enough it will be back with another shank repair that will last me another & years or so.
What's funny is that the gentleman was apologizing for everything taking so much time and for the fact that they were essentially dead, then everyone came in. "I work retail. I understand how it goes." He asked where I work and I told him. Apparently, he is a customer. I told him how I work display and sales. He said it explained a lot about my ring. He also made a comment about my energy. "That would be a good job to keep you busy. You seem to have a lot of energy." "I was blessed with ADD. Sometimes, I suppose, that it is a bit more manic than I give it credit to be." And I thought I was being a bit more sedate than my usual self. :shakes of the head: He chuckled, handed my credit card back and I was off.
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Saturday, September 20, 2014
Friday, March 7, 2014
A second too late.
We've been walking every morning. Actually, we walked every morning this week, which is the first in a long time.
Just to remind you, it's been a hair chilly.
We've practiced spelling words. We've practiced vocabulary. K has carried a bag of canned/non-perishable foods all week with her. It is the Harvest for Hunger food drive to benefit our area food bank. Yes, her mother is in charge of the food drive. ;)
These past mornings have ranged from 5 degrees to 16 F this morning. We've had different degrees of freeze-thaw during all of that.
Hubs and I were caddy corner to our house, getting ready to cross the street and I stepped onto the driveway apron of the neighbor's drive and down I went. It really happened faster than I could control it. I couldn't think through it but I can tell you that I was very aware when my head bounced against the concrete. It is at this point that I tell you that long hair saved me.
Huh?
I've neglected to get my hair cut in probably 2 years again. I had my hair wadded up in a flump, tucked under a hat and all that bundled under a hood that was fastened. My backside took the first hit, then my head bounced, but the padding from the hair, the hat and the hood kept me from getting knocked out or -- worse. Oh, I had a headache. An instant headache. Hubs turned around to see me down, tried to skitter to me but was rolling down the windows (thanks, Sochi Olympics) to try to keep from falling himself and I told him I would get myself up.
"Did you see stars?"
"No."
He texted me all day. At first, he didn't realize my head bounced. He saw me flat out on the apron and sliding into the street. He told me that he was just going to tell me to be careful with the ice. He said that he opened his mouth and just didn't get to get the words out quick enough.
My eyes weren't dilated and the 2 Advil I took right when I walked in helped. I also ate, which helped. (I had a headache that I woke up with.) I still have a little of a hum of a headache, but it is really low level. My back is aching and I'm sure that slogging everything with the food drive tomorrow will only make it better.
So my noggin is okay. I'm really okay if the winter leaves us, though. My one fall a winter is done. It can leave now.
Just to remind you, it's been a hair chilly.
We've practiced spelling words. We've practiced vocabulary. K has carried a bag of canned/non-perishable foods all week with her. It is the Harvest for Hunger food drive to benefit our area food bank. Yes, her mother is in charge of the food drive. ;)
These past mornings have ranged from 5 degrees to 16 F this morning. We've had different degrees of freeze-thaw during all of that.
Hubs and I were caddy corner to our house, getting ready to cross the street and I stepped onto the driveway apron of the neighbor's drive and down I went. It really happened faster than I could control it. I couldn't think through it but I can tell you that I was very aware when my head bounced against the concrete. It is at this point that I tell you that long hair saved me.
Huh?
I've neglected to get my hair cut in probably 2 years again. I had my hair wadded up in a flump, tucked under a hat and all that bundled under a hood that was fastened. My backside took the first hit, then my head bounced, but the padding from the hair, the hat and the hood kept me from getting knocked out or -- worse. Oh, I had a headache. An instant headache. Hubs turned around to see me down, tried to skitter to me but was rolling down the windows (thanks, Sochi Olympics) to try to keep from falling himself and I told him I would get myself up.
"Did you see stars?"
"No."
He texted me all day. At first, he didn't realize my head bounced. He saw me flat out on the apron and sliding into the street. He told me that he was just going to tell me to be careful with the ice. He said that he opened his mouth and just didn't get to get the words out quick enough.
My eyes weren't dilated and the 2 Advil I took right when I walked in helped. I also ate, which helped. (I had a headache that I woke up with.) I still have a little of a hum of a headache, but it is really low level. My back is aching and I'm sure that slogging everything with the food drive tomorrow will only make it better.
So my noggin is okay. I'm really okay if the winter leaves us, though. My one fall a winter is done. It can leave now.
Sunday, November 17, 2013
Holiday Cookie Baking: A lost lid, oven flames and 5 pounds of baking soda.
I have a rather minuscule home. I don't mind it. I really don't. I do have to store some baking pans in the oven. In there I have my Pampered Chef stones. I pulled the baking pans out, pulled the stones out, turned the oven on and went about my business. I came back in a few minutes later, K working on getting baking things ready and I see flames-- flames in my oven.
Crap.
Hubs is behind me yelling something. K is starting to panic.
"I've got this. No big deal."
Hubs kept yelling to put water on it.
"This isn't an electrical fire, but it is small and enclosed in the oven. You don't want to put water on it. I have baking soda. It's all good." Y'all-- it took 5 lbs of baking soda to put it out. I swear to you. Hubs did make me put one glass of water on it. By the way, it did nothing.
So what went aflame in the oven? It was a 13 x 9" cake pan lid. A plastic lid. Stinky.
Once I got the fire out (and I do mean flames) I carted the oven rack outside and doused it with water to be extra certain I wasn't going to light any of the wet leaves on fire. :S It was easy to get out since when I was busy trying to put the fire out and calming K at the same time, Hubs was running around opening every window and door he could find. The back door was propped open, the smoke detector screaming, K crying, Hubs insisting I use water and all the while, I stand there with the Rapunzel plastic drinking cup and a 13 1/2 pound bag of baking soda, flinging cupfuls of baking soda at the flames.
Good times.
We only lost the cake pan lid. (K was rather distressed. I told her it was better than burning the house down. A lid is a lot easier to replace. That's what Black Friday is for!) I scraped the pounds of baking soda back out of the oven, Hubs swept it out with the shop vac and I wiped it all down. We fired it back up as high as she could go with the oven door open so that we could burn the remaining plastic off of the element while the the winds would carry the evil plastic smell out.
I'm happy to announce that the cookies are baking just fine with no plastic smell lingering. Well, that is until I place the involved rack back into the oven and rock it out in heat as high as I can make her roll. Hubs saved it. He pulled all of the plastic off that he could and scoured the rest with Scotch Brite.
I was that mom who used this as a teachable lesson to K. "What do we do if there is a fire?" "Don't panic and if it is small enough, the fire extinguisher or Mom's giant bag of baking soda may take you where you need to go. If not, exit the house, call the fire department and let them take care of business."
For those of you wondering a few things-- I clean with baking soda, which is why I have such a large bag. I also had the bag on my kitchen table from dough day yesterday. You can purchase the Arm & Hammer 13.5 pound size at your local Sam's for around $4.00. It's handy to have around!
Crap.
Hubs is behind me yelling something. K is starting to panic.
"I've got this. No big deal."
Hubs kept yelling to put water on it.
"This isn't an electrical fire, but it is small and enclosed in the oven. You don't want to put water on it. I have baking soda. It's all good." Y'all-- it took 5 lbs of baking soda to put it out. I swear to you. Hubs did make me put one glass of water on it. By the way, it did nothing.
So what went aflame in the oven? It was a 13 x 9" cake pan lid. A plastic lid. Stinky.
Once I got the fire out (and I do mean flames) I carted the oven rack outside and doused it with water to be extra certain I wasn't going to light any of the wet leaves on fire. :S It was easy to get out since when I was busy trying to put the fire out and calming K at the same time, Hubs was running around opening every window and door he could find. The back door was propped open, the smoke detector screaming, K crying, Hubs insisting I use water and all the while, I stand there with the Rapunzel plastic drinking cup and a 13 1/2 pound bag of baking soda, flinging cupfuls of baking soda at the flames.
Good times.
We only lost the cake pan lid. (K was rather distressed. I told her it was better than burning the house down. A lid is a lot easier to replace. That's what Black Friday is for!) I scraped the pounds of baking soda back out of the oven, Hubs swept it out with the shop vac and I wiped it all down. We fired it back up as high as she could go with the oven door open so that we could burn the remaining plastic off of the element while the the winds would carry the evil plastic smell out.
I'm happy to announce that the cookies are baking just fine with no plastic smell lingering. Well, that is until I place the involved rack back into the oven and rock it out in heat as high as I can make her roll. Hubs saved it. He pulled all of the plastic off that he could and scoured the rest with Scotch Brite.
I was that mom who used this as a teachable lesson to K. "What do we do if there is a fire?" "Don't panic and if it is small enough, the fire extinguisher or Mom's giant bag of baking soda may take you where you need to go. If not, exit the house, call the fire department and let them take care of business."
For those of you wondering a few things-- I clean with baking soda, which is why I have such a large bag. I also had the bag on my kitchen table from dough day yesterday. You can purchase the Arm & Hammer 13.5 pound size at your local Sam's for around $4.00. It's handy to have around!
Friday, November 15, 2013
National Adoption Month: Adopted children do not come with gift receipts.
Disrupted adoptions are something that absolutely make my head spin. Here is yet another example. There was a comment from someone stating about how you don't know what these children were exposed to . . . she lived it and so on. I agree. You don't know. What I do know is that when you go before the court (or fill out the paperwork) you agree to raise this child as if they were yours biologically. The court and the court papers don't have a special "return policy" clause.
When you have a child by birth, you don't know how your child is going to be, behave or whatnot. Truly. You do the best you can and take the best care of yourself, but biological birth isn't a sure shot. I'm just saying.
I'm friends with someone who adopted internationally. Their child has RAD. Believe me, I know issues that can come up. K's brother has been diagnosed as ADD, OCD and Tourette's. Holly refers to his diagnoses as "another layer to his onion" yet I can tell you that as much as L can be a pill, Holly and Joe have never considered 'giving him back.' Heather and her husband haven't 'given' Lewi back either, but I admit that he has tested every boundary that they have set for him.
I've harped on this before. Yes, yes-- I know.
Adopting children is something that you have to do from the core of your being. (You should do that with birth children, too.) It is true that you don't know the family history, the prenatal care . . . that went on. When you choose to adopt, you choose to adopt the whole child, the wholeness that comes with them. It is what it is.
It's not to say that the road is going to be one without bumps, hills and cliffs. I know that both K's brother and Lewi have given their parents a run for their money. Still, they are loved.
It is National Adoption Month. Let's eliminate stories like this and give the kids as we promise to the courts and in all of the legalness of it -- a forever home.
When you have a child by birth, you don't know how your child is going to be, behave or whatnot. Truly. You do the best you can and take the best care of yourself, but biological birth isn't a sure shot. I'm just saying.
I'm friends with someone who adopted internationally. Their child has RAD. Believe me, I know issues that can come up. K's brother has been diagnosed as ADD, OCD and Tourette's. Holly refers to his diagnoses as "another layer to his onion" yet I can tell you that as much as L can be a pill, Holly and Joe have never considered 'giving him back.' Heather and her husband haven't 'given' Lewi back either, but I admit that he has tested every boundary that they have set for him.
I've harped on this before. Yes, yes-- I know.
Adopting children is something that you have to do from the core of your being. (You should do that with birth children, too.) It is true that you don't know the family history, the prenatal care . . . that went on. When you choose to adopt, you choose to adopt the whole child, the wholeness that comes with them. It is what it is.
It's not to say that the road is going to be one without bumps, hills and cliffs. I know that both K's brother and Lewi have given their parents a run for their money. Still, they are loved.
It is National Adoption Month. Let's eliminate stories like this and give the kids as we promise to the courts and in all of the legalness of it -- a forever home.
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
The Pinterest Recipe strikes back.
I decided to make the Cinnamon Quinoa Bake. K was home sick with strep and I had the ingredients on hand. I read over the recipe, measured out my 2 1/2 cups of quinoa, toasted it then cooked it up. It was cold and snowing, so I put a TV tray up outside the back door, plunked a trivet down and cooled the quinoa outside. I mean, why not take advantage of God's cooler? After we got back from the pediatrician, I went ahead and got to mixing. It looked like more than would fit in an 8 x 8 pan, so I bumped it up to an 11 x 7 pan. I even texted Rachael and said about how it barely fit in that. It still didn't kick in what could be wrong. I can tell you that I texted that I doubled the spices because it just didn't smell like enough.
I can now tell you why.
While the Cinnamon Quinoa Bake was baking, I went back to re-read the recipe and the comments. Crud. Other people did it, too. It called for 2 1/2 cups quinoa, cooked and cooled. I read it as 2 1/2 cups of quinoa, cooked and cooled. What I should have gathered was 2 1/2 cups of cooked and cooled quinoa. In other words, I and others out there didn't realize that it was 2 1/2 cups total to be used since there was no dry ingredient measurement to convert from.
Y'all, I had pounds-- and I mean pounds-- of quinoa. The sad thing is that given the sheer quantity involved, it didn't taste good. This is where I try not to waste, but in this case, I couldn't help it. I tried to eat it. I really did. Do you remember the scene from the movie, Better Off Dead? Mom, who was a dreadful cook, had some gelatinized goo that kind of slithered off the plate on its own. Not that the quinoa looked like that, but there was so much, it was like it was trying to have a conversation with me. I kept it for a few days, chiseled at it a little and gave up. :(
I was tired when I attempted this very easy recipe. It was my fault for not reading more closely and for not reading the comments that came with.
Attack of the Cinnamon Quinoa Bake! Yup. All of you know this, but be warned and read the recipes carefully or you might end up with a growing vat full of something, too.
I can now tell you why.
While the Cinnamon Quinoa Bake was baking, I went back to re-read the recipe and the comments. Crud. Other people did it, too. It called for 2 1/2 cups quinoa, cooked and cooled. I read it as 2 1/2 cups of quinoa, cooked and cooled. What I should have gathered was 2 1/2 cups of cooked and cooled quinoa. In other words, I and others out there didn't realize that it was 2 1/2 cups total to be used since there was no dry ingredient measurement to convert from.
Y'all, I had pounds-- and I mean pounds-- of quinoa. The sad thing is that given the sheer quantity involved, it didn't taste good. This is where I try not to waste, but in this case, I couldn't help it. I tried to eat it. I really did. Do you remember the scene from the movie, Better Off Dead? Mom, who was a dreadful cook, had some gelatinized goo that kind of slithered off the plate on its own. Not that the quinoa looked like that, but there was so much, it was like it was trying to have a conversation with me. I kept it for a few days, chiseled at it a little and gave up. :(
I was tired when I attempted this very easy recipe. It was my fault for not reading more closely and for not reading the comments that came with.
Attack of the Cinnamon Quinoa Bake! Yup. All of you know this, but be warned and read the recipes carefully or you might end up with a growing vat full of something, too.
Monday, March 19, 2012
Hello, garden. I've missed you so.
I've been out. I've been busy. I'd love to say that it was all gardening, but that would be rather inaccurate. The first gardening that I've been able to do was this evening. I'll be continuing to free the beds of what plant death left behind from the fall. The broken foot kind of prevented some garden clean-up.
This is where you expect photos and I fail to deliver. Why do I fail you so? Well, I had precious little time from the time that I got home until sunset. Mosquitoes are out. Yes, you read that right. In northeast Ohio, where mosquitoes usually start in June, we're rockin' here in March (mid-March as it was) and I didn't want chewed.
I freed the vegetable garden bed, flipped, twirled and fed it with my organic food. I pulled the dried up ground cherry plant and the accompanying carcass', tossed the cages for those (I hold them up on tomato cages) behind the shed and kept clearing. It isn't going to be a perfect job, but the perennials are at least a few inches up, a couple of months ahead, and I don't want to choke the perennials out with all of the garden debris left behind.
I placed my seed order this evening. Mmmmm. How I love Baker Creek!
I'll rewind now to tell you where I've been.
Friday- Canned food drive for school. It was the end day, and the day that required us to cruise around to gather up the offerings that each class collected. The fabulous news is that we collected 1192 food products for the local food bank. The yucky news is that we had to toss 72 expired items. The expired-s involved Jello pudding and gelatin from 2005 and 2006. We had a few cans that were bulged on the top and bottom. (Botulism, anyone?) The winning expy item was a can of Campbell's soup that expired in August, 2000. How's that for offering the first fruits for those in need? What was exciting is that while we did receive a disheartening number of items that had to be disposed of, we also received case after case of veggies that were brand new. The generosity of the families and children in the school truly warmed my heart. How wonderful to know that those 1192 cans hat we collected will be going off to the families of our community to be certain that they have food in their cupboards.
Saturday and Sunday sent me off to Columbus for a buying trip weekend. No, I didn't go crazy spending tons of money we don't have. I went as a buyer for the gallery that I work at and was paid to spend their money.
Y'all, it is exhausting to spend money like that.
Normally, they have my coworker join them, but she is in Rome with her husband and the school Latin club, so I was asked to consider coming along. While their full trip wasn't a possibility for me, I proposed a weekend (when I could place K- with the in-law's while Hubs worked and I was out) and it seemed good for them. We banged out a ton of Christmas buying and got tree themes nailed down. They'll be back tomorrow, but I had to return last night. I made the fly trip back, while keeping an eye toward the sky, as there had been a tornado warning for the city that I was in while we were out at dinner. I'm thinking that it was a funnel cloud, as we didn't see anything, but my coworker reported noticing a green haze that somehow I missed. I arrived home safe and at warp speed, since I just wanted to be home. The trip was nice, we all had a great time and got a lot accomplished. There's something to be said for snuggling up in my own bed, though.
Today I worked and it was the slowest day. The great weather that we are having has something to do with that, I'm sure. We're in the latter 70's and early 80's. That is weather unheard of for here until about late May.
So again I say, I was able to dig in the dirt. It was a good thing. I'll have a nightly date with the dirt until I get the gardens ship-shape again. Until then, I'm still tuckered from the weekend and from my gardening exercise. Pardon me as I now take a date with my pillow. Zzzz.
This is where you expect photos and I fail to deliver. Why do I fail you so? Well, I had precious little time from the time that I got home until sunset. Mosquitoes are out. Yes, you read that right. In northeast Ohio, where mosquitoes usually start in June, we're rockin' here in March (mid-March as it was) and I didn't want chewed.
I freed the vegetable garden bed, flipped, twirled and fed it with my organic food. I pulled the dried up ground cherry plant and the accompanying carcass', tossed the cages for those (I hold them up on tomato cages) behind the shed and kept clearing. It isn't going to be a perfect job, but the perennials are at least a few inches up, a couple of months ahead, and I don't want to choke the perennials out with all of the garden debris left behind.
I placed my seed order this evening. Mmmmm. How I love Baker Creek!
I'll rewind now to tell you where I've been.
Friday- Canned food drive for school. It was the end day, and the day that required us to cruise around to gather up the offerings that each class collected. The fabulous news is that we collected 1192 food products for the local food bank. The yucky news is that we had to toss 72 expired items. The expired-s involved Jello pudding and gelatin from 2005 and 2006. We had a few cans that were bulged on the top and bottom. (Botulism, anyone?) The winning expy item was a can of Campbell's soup that expired in August, 2000. How's that for offering the first fruits for those in need? What was exciting is that while we did receive a disheartening number of items that had to be disposed of, we also received case after case of veggies that were brand new. The generosity of the families and children in the school truly warmed my heart. How wonderful to know that those 1192 cans hat we collected will be going off to the families of our community to be certain that they have food in their cupboards.
Saturday and Sunday sent me off to Columbus for a buying trip weekend. No, I didn't go crazy spending tons of money we don't have. I went as a buyer for the gallery that I work at and was paid to spend their money.
Y'all, it is exhausting to spend money like that.
Normally, they have my coworker join them, but she is in Rome with her husband and the school Latin club, so I was asked to consider coming along. While their full trip wasn't a possibility for me, I proposed a weekend (when I could place K- with the in-law's while Hubs worked and I was out) and it seemed good for them. We banged out a ton of Christmas buying and got tree themes nailed down. They'll be back tomorrow, but I had to return last night. I made the fly trip back, while keeping an eye toward the sky, as there had been a tornado warning for the city that I was in while we were out at dinner. I'm thinking that it was a funnel cloud, as we didn't see anything, but my coworker reported noticing a green haze that somehow I missed. I arrived home safe and at warp speed, since I just wanted to be home. The trip was nice, we all had a great time and got a lot accomplished. There's something to be said for snuggling up in my own bed, though.
Today I worked and it was the slowest day. The great weather that we are having has something to do with that, I'm sure. We're in the latter 70's and early 80's. That is weather unheard of for here until about late May.
So again I say, I was able to dig in the dirt. It was a good thing. I'll have a nightly date with the dirt until I get the gardens ship-shape again. Until then, I'm still tuckered from the weekend and from my gardening exercise. Pardon me as I now take a date with my pillow. Zzzz.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Doofus lady.
Yes, I'm being nice. Read on and you'll understand the post title.
This morning, it was storming. We had lightning. We had thunder. We had rain. It wasn't torrential, so that wasn't an issue. The lightning seemed to subside and I thought that we would be okay walking to the bus stop. K-, having listened to my words in the past (hooray) said, "Mom, it is thundering. When you have thunder, you have lightning." I've taught her to treat thunder just like lightning, because you just never know. Her case seemed reasonable enough. I did the car shuffle as she put her shoes on and we drove the two driveways down to the bus stop.
By the way, we were the third car to do that.
We live on a three block street. The middle block is where the kids pick up the bus. Two cars were parked and waiting with their children. They were pointed towards the intersection. I was parked on the opposite side with the back of my car facing the intersection. That left a 1 car alley between the bus stop parent's cars for additional vehicles to get through. I waited until I saw the flashing bus lights stop reflecting off of a neighbors gutter, then gave K- and E- the okay to proceed to the stop. I saw a car coming down the road. K- saw it, too and stopped. At this point, the bus had proceeded into the intersection and was blocking the intersection about 2/3 of the way.
The car kept coming towards the intersection. K- was still standing next to the car, her door still partially open as she was afraid to step away enough to shut it and to proceed.
She was trapped, the intersection blocked by bus, a car coming at her and NOT stopping. I popped my car door open thinking that perhaps that would stop the car.
The car kept coming.
Finally, I opened my car door all the way and stuck my STOP! hand out at her. She stopped, allowed K- and E- to cross (she couldn't have gone anywhere anyhow) and then proceeded towards the intersection.
She then skinnied in around the backside of the bus and proceeded to wiggle around it and keep on with her left hand turn. The bus was pointed the opposite way, so it wasn't like she drove down alongside the bus, but couldn't she have waited?
It happens at that intersection all the time.
It is not a busy intersection.
It is an intersection off the busy street and intersecting only a secondary and tertiary road.
My child and E- safely entered the bus, but I was miffed to say the least. The other mom there was miffed, as well. My friend said she would have gone after them, but I said that I had no way to be able to.
I do believe that an e-mail to the local police might be in order. Cars need to wait for the bus to clear the intersection before proceeding. It has become an issue. It is an issue that needs to be nipped in the bud.
Thoughts?
ETA: I spent some time speaking with the city police traffic department and then they referred me to the city school bus garage. The lady in charge of the bus garage listened to my situation and told me that part of the problem is that the bus is not supposed to be blocking the intersection. An easy fix to the situation is to have the bus driver pick the kids up on the corner just across the street. It's just a hop and a skip further, then the traffic has to obey the lights. This way, the children will be able to cross in front of the bus, rather than waiting until after the bus pulls away. Hopefully, this will resolve the issues. I'm sure that will put a bit of a crink into Doofus Lady's britches when she finds out that she can't cut across any longer. Ooo, and she may consider just going down to the other end of the block and turning at the traffic light.
This morning, it was storming. We had lightning. We had thunder. We had rain. It wasn't torrential, so that wasn't an issue. The lightning seemed to subside and I thought that we would be okay walking to the bus stop. K-, having listened to my words in the past (hooray) said, "Mom, it is thundering. When you have thunder, you have lightning." I've taught her to treat thunder just like lightning, because you just never know. Her case seemed reasonable enough. I did the car shuffle as she put her shoes on and we drove the two driveways down to the bus stop.
By the way, we were the third car to do that.
We live on a three block street. The middle block is where the kids pick up the bus. Two cars were parked and waiting with their children. They were pointed towards the intersection. I was parked on the opposite side with the back of my car facing the intersection. That left a 1 car alley between the bus stop parent's cars for additional vehicles to get through. I waited until I saw the flashing bus lights stop reflecting off of a neighbors gutter, then gave K- and E- the okay to proceed to the stop. I saw a car coming down the road. K- saw it, too and stopped. At this point, the bus had proceeded into the intersection and was blocking the intersection about 2/3 of the way.
The car kept coming towards the intersection. K- was still standing next to the car, her door still partially open as she was afraid to step away enough to shut it and to proceed.
She was trapped, the intersection blocked by bus, a car coming at her and NOT stopping. I popped my car door open thinking that perhaps that would stop the car.
The car kept coming.
Finally, I opened my car door all the way and stuck my STOP! hand out at her. She stopped, allowed K- and E- to cross (she couldn't have gone anywhere anyhow) and then proceeded towards the intersection.
She then skinnied in around the backside of the bus and proceeded to wiggle around it and keep on with her left hand turn. The bus was pointed the opposite way, so it wasn't like she drove down alongside the bus, but couldn't she have waited?
It happens at that intersection all the time.
It is not a busy intersection.
It is an intersection off the busy street and intersecting only a secondary and tertiary road.
My child and E- safely entered the bus, but I was miffed to say the least. The other mom there was miffed, as well. My friend said she would have gone after them, but I said that I had no way to be able to.
I do believe that an e-mail to the local police might be in order. Cars need to wait for the bus to clear the intersection before proceeding. It has become an issue. It is an issue that needs to be nipped in the bud.
Thoughts?
ETA: I spent some time speaking with the city police traffic department and then they referred me to the city school bus garage. The lady in charge of the bus garage listened to my situation and told me that part of the problem is that the bus is not supposed to be blocking the intersection. An easy fix to the situation is to have the bus driver pick the kids up on the corner just across the street. It's just a hop and a skip further, then the traffic has to obey the lights. This way, the children will be able to cross in front of the bus, rather than waiting until after the bus pulls away. Hopefully, this will resolve the issues. I'm sure that will put a bit of a crink into Doofus Lady's britches when she finds out that she can't cut across any longer. Ooo, and she may consider just going down to the other end of the block and turning at the traffic light.
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Tales from the Trenches: Friendships gone Facebook.
Hubs and I don't do Facebook. No offense to all who do, but we're anti-Facebook.
Y'all, we're in a minority.
There have been several occasions in the recent years that I've found out about different happenings with family and friends long after, because I was told, "Oh, I posted that on Facebook." They forget that I'm not one of a number of friends that they have on Facebook, so thus I'm left in the dust. I don't mean to make it all about me, but I miss the days that the telephone would ring and tell me the latest news with that member of my family or a friend.
Don't get me wrong. I understand Facebook being convenient and people getting together with people that they haven't seen in moons because of Facebook. I've also see the other side where a friend actually lost her job because of Facebook.
I've missed baby pictures.
I've missed job updates.
I've missed family updates.
I've missed requests for prayer.
I've missed praises.
I've missed frustration regarding class situations with one of K-'s friends.
I've recently missed information regarding a friend's mission trip abroad.
I've missed a lot of things.
How do you feel about Facebook? Do you miss things?
Y'all, we're in a minority.
There have been several occasions in the recent years that I've found out about different happenings with family and friends long after, because I was told, "Oh, I posted that on Facebook." They forget that I'm not one of a number of friends that they have on Facebook, so thus I'm left in the dust. I don't mean to make it all about me, but I miss the days that the telephone would ring and tell me the latest news with that member of my family or a friend.
Don't get me wrong. I understand Facebook being convenient and people getting together with people that they haven't seen in moons because of Facebook. I've also see the other side where a friend actually lost her job because of Facebook.
I've missed baby pictures.
I've missed job updates.
I've missed family updates.
I've missed requests for prayer.
I've missed praises.
I've missed frustration regarding class situations with one of K-'s friends.
I've recently missed information regarding a friend's mission trip abroad.
I've missed a lot of things.
How do you feel about Facebook? Do you miss things?
Thursday, February 2, 2012
The weirdness of the hug.
My parents separated when I was 6. In fact, that summer that I was to turn 7, we lived at my aunt's house. We lived in the basement (which was finished) and her family lived in the general living quarters of the house. It was a bustling place, since we had three kids in our family, 5 in hers, their friends, my mom, aunt and uncle. To this day, my cousins and my sister and I are still rather close. At that time, there was Bill (bio dad) living in our house all by himself.
Nice. Send the wife and kids packing.
We moved back in at the end of that summer. I'll never forget that my mom told me on my birthday that we'd be going to "1171" which was the address that I knew and loved. Bill moved out and to a home of his own and we could go back to life as usual.
He wasn't home a ton. He worked and he bowled a lot. He was never really involved with us.
I remember the fighting. Oh, there was intense fighting. I think that I've blogged about it before, but there was one particular fight that is forever etched into my memory. We lived on 3 acres, fighting had escalated and my sister and I went to hide out in the barn. I don't know what made me, but I went up to the house, found my brother Billy crying and crying in the window, walked over hunks of broken glass while in bare feet, got him and took him down the barn with us. It was just not a pleasant environment at that point. When we heard we'd be going to Aunt Carol's with mom, I think we were all relieved. Mom didn't want us to grow up that way.
Bill never wanted anything to do with us. I don't recall seeing him that summer. He took my brother to spend the night once, but there weren't calls or even to stop in. My aunt's house was all of two miles down the main road. It's not like we moved states away.
When Bill moved out, I remember spending the night at his place once. He did get married not long after the divorce was final. I remember spending the night after his remarriage once. We'd get cards dropped in the mailbox signed "Bill and Rose." We never got calls. He didn't care. I think that he did make a showing at my first holy communion, but in the back of my memory, I remember him slipping in and out of a side door.
Bill took us to the bar one evening for a visit. Yup. Good times. I know I've mentioned this one before, too. I thought mom was going to blow her stack. Frankly, I don't blame her.
Bill went off to Oregon with Rose. He went off to get away from his responsibility to pay child support. He wanted my mom to "buy him out." I think that the price was something like $5000. total. Mom said no.
So times had come, he and Rose had sent a Christmas package to LeAnne and neglected to include Billy or me. A card would have been grand, but I do remember at least that Rose made LeAnne an afghan. I remember that he called to speak with LeAnne. I refused to speak to him. He didn't call to speak with me. I was an after thought. Just something that was there. "Well, I might as well talk to her, I suppose," was the thought that I figured that he had.
My extraneous self and my brother decided that if he didn't want us, we didn't want him. We did go through adoption proceedings and were legally adopted with a legal name change in May, 1989. Billy was 11 (nearly 12) and I was 15.
Over the years, Bill turned up at Billy's house. He really wanted a relationship with him after he found that my nephew was born. He longed for my brother to change his name to the "family name" as to keep the name on.
Um, no.
I've run into him with my sister's weddings, occasions at her house, bits with Aunt Donna and Grandma. All were cordial. After Grandma died and he showed up in tears, (Aunt Donna called to say that it was the end and they chose to go to bed instead, which was their choice, but then they were shocked that she was gone. Go figure.) I gave him a polite hug and told him that I was sorry.
Yesterday was just flat weird. It was like he wanted to perform for an audience. He seemed to have resurfaced after years because now I'm able to take care of myself and I require nothing from him. No, it doesn't work that way. Parenting doesn't work that way. It irritates me. He wants to make this seemingly large gesture and it is all for show. Sure, I'm polite. I wouldn't tolerate disrespect from K- towards him or Rose, but in the end, they are almost no different than a stranger off the street. What a horrible attitude to have about someone who is half of your biological make-up.
:shake of the head:
I realized today that my whole dad experience has been rather weird. I mean, underneath I knew that, but I had a biological father who wasn't present and a step father who made up for that. That relationship was still weirdish because of how he grew up. (He was one of 8 and didn't grow up in a very touchy-feely or close household.) I was adopted at 15 1/2 and still to this day refer to my father by adoption by his first name. I mean it as no disrespect, but my brother does the same thing. When I refer to him in title, he is my father. When I refer to Bill he as what he is-- Bill.
Family trees are weird and sometimes burled and disjointed. I don't know. It just is what it is.
Nice. Send the wife and kids packing.
We moved back in at the end of that summer. I'll never forget that my mom told me on my birthday that we'd be going to "1171" which was the address that I knew and loved. Bill moved out and to a home of his own and we could go back to life as usual.
He wasn't home a ton. He worked and he bowled a lot. He was never really involved with us.
I remember the fighting. Oh, there was intense fighting. I think that I've blogged about it before, but there was one particular fight that is forever etched into my memory. We lived on 3 acres, fighting had escalated and my sister and I went to hide out in the barn. I don't know what made me, but I went up to the house, found my brother Billy crying and crying in the window, walked over hunks of broken glass while in bare feet, got him and took him down the barn with us. It was just not a pleasant environment at that point. When we heard we'd be going to Aunt Carol's with mom, I think we were all relieved. Mom didn't want us to grow up that way.
Bill never wanted anything to do with us. I don't recall seeing him that summer. He took my brother to spend the night once, but there weren't calls or even to stop in. My aunt's house was all of two miles down the main road. It's not like we moved states away.
When Bill moved out, I remember spending the night at his place once. He did get married not long after the divorce was final. I remember spending the night after his remarriage once. We'd get cards dropped in the mailbox signed "Bill and Rose." We never got calls. He didn't care. I think that he did make a showing at my first holy communion, but in the back of my memory, I remember him slipping in and out of a side door.
Bill took us to the bar one evening for a visit. Yup. Good times. I know I've mentioned this one before, too. I thought mom was going to blow her stack. Frankly, I don't blame her.
Bill went off to Oregon with Rose. He went off to get away from his responsibility to pay child support. He wanted my mom to "buy him out." I think that the price was something like $5000. total. Mom said no.
So times had come, he and Rose had sent a Christmas package to LeAnne and neglected to include Billy or me. A card would have been grand, but I do remember at least that Rose made LeAnne an afghan. I remember that he called to speak with LeAnne. I refused to speak to him. He didn't call to speak with me. I was an after thought. Just something that was there. "Well, I might as well talk to her, I suppose," was the thought that I figured that he had.
My extraneous self and my brother decided that if he didn't want us, we didn't want him. We did go through adoption proceedings and were legally adopted with a legal name change in May, 1989. Billy was 11 (nearly 12) and I was 15.
Over the years, Bill turned up at Billy's house. He really wanted a relationship with him after he found that my nephew was born. He longed for my brother to change his name to the "family name" as to keep the name on.
Um, no.
I've run into him with my sister's weddings, occasions at her house, bits with Aunt Donna and Grandma. All were cordial. After Grandma died and he showed up in tears, (Aunt Donna called to say that it was the end and they chose to go to bed instead, which was their choice, but then they were shocked that she was gone. Go figure.) I gave him a polite hug and told him that I was sorry.
Yesterday was just flat weird. It was like he wanted to perform for an audience. He seemed to have resurfaced after years because now I'm able to take care of myself and I require nothing from him. No, it doesn't work that way. Parenting doesn't work that way. It irritates me. He wants to make this seemingly large gesture and it is all for show. Sure, I'm polite. I wouldn't tolerate disrespect from K- towards him or Rose, but in the end, they are almost no different than a stranger off the street. What a horrible attitude to have about someone who is half of your biological make-up.
:shake of the head:
I realized today that my whole dad experience has been rather weird. I mean, underneath I knew that, but I had a biological father who wasn't present and a step father who made up for that. That relationship was still weirdish because of how he grew up. (He was one of 8 and didn't grow up in a very touchy-feely or close household.) I was adopted at 15 1/2 and still to this day refer to my father by adoption by his first name. I mean it as no disrespect, but my brother does the same thing. When I refer to him in title, he is my father. When I refer to Bill he as what he is-- Bill.
Family trees are weird and sometimes burled and disjointed. I don't know. It just is what it is.
Friday, December 16, 2011
Teachers need to remember that we have a life outside of the PTA.
Today was a fine example of, "Hey, I'm happy to volunteer, but please recall that I have to scrub my toilet, too."
K-'s teacher, lovely woman she is, has now decided that she wants to show The Polar Express next week. She needs a crock-pot of hot chocolate on and a copy of the movie provided. She needs no volunteers, though. Alrighty then. Please never mind that we have the class party the day before and I can't ask these moms to provide anything else. I'll be swinging the stuff and I assume that the crock-pot will be returned to me at the end of winter break.
I had a teacher whose class earned a pizza party back in October tell me today that her kids have been asking about it. "Oh, when were you looking to have that?" "Tomorrow." Really?! "Is that possible?" "Barely, but I can make it happen." I showed her that I had juice boxes set aside, a bag of chips and I need to purchase more, plates and napkins. She wanted the pizza delivered. That would be seven additional dollars, so I'll just order from up the street and pick it up myself. I need to go help to do said party, which leaves me at school in the early AM to help with snowgrams (for my friend Kay that had surgery) and then come back mid afternoon.
The oil needs changed in my truck.
The sheets need changed on the beds.
My bathroom needs cleaned.
My daughter's "girl party" is Saturday and I was planning on basically not leaving the house tomorrow in hopes of getting things done, but now I can't.
ARGH!
I love the PTA. I love helping. I had a handful of teachers tell me independent of each other of how they appreciate what I do. That is wonderful. I'm happy to help out. Just please, for the love of the cleanliness of my toilet and home in general, remember that I do not have a time card and I do not get paid for my position. I'm just a volunteer!
K-'s teacher, lovely woman she is, has now decided that she wants to show The Polar Express next week. She needs a crock-pot of hot chocolate on and a copy of the movie provided. She needs no volunteers, though. Alrighty then. Please never mind that we have the class party the day before and I can't ask these moms to provide anything else. I'll be swinging the stuff and I assume that the crock-pot will be returned to me at the end of winter break.
I had a teacher whose class earned a pizza party back in October tell me today that her kids have been asking about it. "Oh, when were you looking to have that?" "Tomorrow." Really?! "Is that possible?" "Barely, but I can make it happen." I showed her that I had juice boxes set aside, a bag of chips and I need to purchase more, plates and napkins. She wanted the pizza delivered. That would be seven additional dollars, so I'll just order from up the street and pick it up myself. I need to go help to do said party, which leaves me at school in the early AM to help with snowgrams (for my friend Kay that had surgery) and then come back mid afternoon.
The oil needs changed in my truck.
The sheets need changed on the beds.
My bathroom needs cleaned.
My daughter's "girl party" is Saturday and I was planning on basically not leaving the house tomorrow in hopes of getting things done, but now I can't.
ARGH!
I love the PTA. I love helping. I had a handful of teachers tell me independent of each other of how they appreciate what I do. That is wonderful. I'm happy to help out. Just please, for the love of the cleanliness of my toilet and home in general, remember that I do not have a time card and I do not get paid for my position. I'm just a volunteer!
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Tales from the Trenches: How does that stuff get in there?
My computer is flashing that I have some root kit with possible malware and RRRR! I just spent the last hour and a half running a boot time scan and deleting the win32:julkpoly bit from my computer's interiors. Avast!, you suck right now.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
SLAM!
I was running a quick check over the bank account and noticed that my phone bill was about $20. more than usual. I pulled it up and gave it a brief glance.
Payment One - $18.09 What the heck is that?
I went ahead and called Payment One. I spoke to a woman going by the name of Karen who did end up crediting the charges back to me. (To be credited back in a month or two. Nice.) She did question whether Hubs was the one to okay the charges for Extreme Web TV. Um, no. Dude doesn't answer the phone.
I blog today as a public service. I thought last night that there has to be a way to prevent third parties from charging authorized charges to my phone bill. When I talked to Brian at AT&T today, he confirmed that. There is an anti-slamming paper that they are going to send out to me so that Hubs and I can fill it out and send it back. It takes effect on the next billing cycle. Since our land line is only used as a land line and not for anything else, there is no other reason we should have any additional charges. (We even dropped long distance years ago since we have the cell phones.) There is a bundle that was available for call waiting/caller ID and phone service for $1.00 cheaper than what we currently pay. I thought it was grand and changed our service over to that. Now Hubs can answer the phone when I call instead of waiting for the one ring and call back!
So, make sure that you have anti-slamming placed on your phone account. It'll save you months of trying to get $36.18 back.
Payment One - $18.09 What the heck is that?
I went ahead and called Payment One. I spoke to a woman going by the name of Karen who did end up crediting the charges back to me. (To be credited back in a month or two. Nice.) She did question whether Hubs was the one to okay the charges for Extreme Web TV. Um, no. Dude doesn't answer the phone.
I blog today as a public service. I thought last night that there has to be a way to prevent third parties from charging authorized charges to my phone bill. When I talked to Brian at AT&T today, he confirmed that. There is an anti-slamming paper that they are going to send out to me so that Hubs and I can fill it out and send it back. It takes effect on the next billing cycle. Since our land line is only used as a land line and not for anything else, there is no other reason we should have any additional charges. (We even dropped long distance years ago since we have the cell phones.) There is a bundle that was available for call waiting/caller ID and phone service for $1.00 cheaper than what we currently pay. I thought it was grand and changed our service over to that. Now Hubs can answer the phone when I call instead of waiting for the one ring and call back!
So, make sure that you have anti-slamming placed on your phone account. It'll save you months of trying to get $36.18 back.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
The one where I complain.
I wasn't going to, but in order to get house work done, I'll just vent and be done.
I feel so bad for my husband.
He has a program scheduled for this weekend where he is expecting 500 people. He ordered prizes for said event from the mom and pop shop that he has worked with in years past. They have been wonderful, up until this past year. Son-in-law is now in charge of one of the stores, Hubs didn't get to work with the guy he usually does and SIL dropped the ball big time. He ordered nothing until 2 weeks ago, then called Hubs yesterday to tell him that the items won't be in. The hats that they were providing to him were dropped off last week to be embroidered and instead of having the number he needs, they'll have 100 instead of 400 because the embroiderers needed more time. Of course! Dude waited until the last possible minute and put everyone in a bind.
THE PROGRAM IS SATURDAY! Hubs called me irritated as he was hopping from Walmart to Walmart to find as many tackle boxes (alike because they are prizes for kids and he wants to avoid fighting and whatnot). It took him going to 4 stores to get what he needed.
He just called me from the offending store, because he needed to drive the 45 minutes south for the 3rd time to pick up the late arriving hats. Dumb dude looked at him and said, "Oh! The tackle boxes that you needed just arrived!"
Hubs said, "Already spent the money. Don't need them." (I gasped on the phone and said, "You didn't get them, did you?" He didn't.)
He tossed the idea around in his head about going to the new store next year where good service guy works, but I told him that overall, that would be rewarding the entire company for really bad service. The guy nearly ruined my husband's program. Last year's guy wasn't available to help him this year, as I suspect that will continue to be the case. I told him that we'll just secure another store for donations and purchasing for him. I told him that I wouldn't even ask for the usual hats that they give to him, because that would be giving advertisement to a company that did not help him out in any way.
I feel so bad for him.
I feel so bad for my husband.
He has a program scheduled for this weekend where he is expecting 500 people. He ordered prizes for said event from the mom and pop shop that he has worked with in years past. They have been wonderful, up until this past year. Son-in-law is now in charge of one of the stores, Hubs didn't get to work with the guy he usually does and SIL dropped the ball big time. He ordered nothing until 2 weeks ago, then called Hubs yesterday to tell him that the items won't be in. The hats that they were providing to him were dropped off last week to be embroidered and instead of having the number he needs, they'll have 100 instead of 400 because the embroiderers needed more time. Of course! Dude waited until the last possible minute and put everyone in a bind.
THE PROGRAM IS SATURDAY! Hubs called me irritated as he was hopping from Walmart to Walmart to find as many tackle boxes (alike because they are prizes for kids and he wants to avoid fighting and whatnot). It took him going to 4 stores to get what he needed.
He just called me from the offending store, because he needed to drive the 45 minutes south for the 3rd time to pick up the late arriving hats. Dumb dude looked at him and said, "Oh! The tackle boxes that you needed just arrived!"
Hubs said, "Already spent the money. Don't need them." (I gasped on the phone and said, "You didn't get them, did you?" He didn't.)
He tossed the idea around in his head about going to the new store next year where good service guy works, but I told him that overall, that would be rewarding the entire company for really bad service. The guy nearly ruined my husband's program. Last year's guy wasn't available to help him this year, as I suspect that will continue to be the case. I told him that we'll just secure another store for donations and purchasing for him. I told him that I wouldn't even ask for the usual hats that they give to him, because that would be giving advertisement to a company that did not help him out in any way.
I feel so bad for him.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Why? Wednesday
1. A bit more on the clock bit from yesterday. Remember that the store that I work in is a sister store to a building next door. In this season, it isn't out of the ordinary for our drawer to cash out at well less than $400.00. Whoever stole the $350.00 clock from us took a day of income from our store.
2. When K- and I were walking to school this morning, we had to tip toe around piles of dog poop. The woman who lives at the particular house dubbed "Dog Poop Alley" knows that she has a horse living with her. (AKA a very large German Sheppard) Still, she feels the need to leave piles of poop lying all over the sidewalk. That's gross on so many different levels. First, it is gross in general. Okay, okay, people and things poop. I get it. Better out than in. Got it, however, when we're walking to school and talking, what if my child lands in that? Then she gets stuck at school with poop on her shoe. Um, gross. (Yes, I would go back for a trade of shoes, but I'm just giving examples here.) When walking for exercise, the neighbor next door slid in it. She didn't fall, but what if someone does. Gross to think about, but what about someone getting hurt? Never mind the whole disease thing. Yarg.
3. What possesses people to eat fast food, then to fling the garbage out their car window? Around the corner and a couple of blocks up from Dog Poop Alley, we found that someone had taken a trip through the McD's drive thru. On my way back, I picked up the napkins, bag and Filet O' Fish boxes that were strewn for about 2 front yard lengths. Thankfully, it was trash day and there was still a can on the curb that I could dispose of it in. Still, I wonder if whoever lobbed the stuff out their window would like for their front yard to be filled with garbage? My guess is probably not.
4. Japanese nuclear particulate has been found in rain water here. Grant you, it is extremely low, but it still concerns me. Whatever it is has a half life of 8 days. I don't know what that means, but it states that it should completely disappear from the environment in 2-3 months. We are probably 1/2 a world away from Japan. The spread of such matter concerns me greatly. So what if something really big does happen? You've got your iodine pills (we don't, but would obtain if need be) and here's a good kicker-- I'm allergic to iodine.
Smiles in my day:
- Waking up this morning with a resolve to be over yesterday's clock fiasco. In fact, my coworker was puzzled by my upbeat disposition. I told her that I had taken it in, processed it and let it go. I pressed on, completed yet another redone display and am moving on to the toy room reset tomorrow. It's amazing how one display needing redone has caused two entire rooms to be involved, but in the end, it freshened up the joint.
- K- is getting the rest of her reading done tonight so that she can be awarded her 125 hour reading prize, which is a book. Which one does she want? Twister on Tuesday! Tell me that our family doesn't have a similar theme of interest! ;)
- K- is writing her last Book-It report of the year. What has she chosen to write on? Star Wars!
Have a great day!
2. When K- and I were walking to school this morning, we had to tip toe around piles of dog poop. The woman who lives at the particular house dubbed "Dog Poop Alley" knows that she has a horse living with her. (AKA a very large German Sheppard) Still, she feels the need to leave piles of poop lying all over the sidewalk. That's gross on so many different levels. First, it is gross in general. Okay, okay, people and things poop. I get it. Better out than in. Got it, however, when we're walking to school and talking, what if my child lands in that? Then she gets stuck at school with poop on her shoe. Um, gross. (Yes, I would go back for a trade of shoes, but I'm just giving examples here.) When walking for exercise, the neighbor next door slid in it. She didn't fall, but what if someone does. Gross to think about, but what about someone getting hurt? Never mind the whole disease thing. Yarg.
3. What possesses people to eat fast food, then to fling the garbage out their car window? Around the corner and a couple of blocks up from Dog Poop Alley, we found that someone had taken a trip through the McD's drive thru. On my way back, I picked up the napkins, bag and Filet O' Fish boxes that were strewn for about 2 front yard lengths. Thankfully, it was trash day and there was still a can on the curb that I could dispose of it in. Still, I wonder if whoever lobbed the stuff out their window would like for their front yard to be filled with garbage? My guess is probably not.
4. Japanese nuclear particulate has been found in rain water here. Grant you, it is extremely low, but it still concerns me. Whatever it is has a half life of 8 days. I don't know what that means, but it states that it should completely disappear from the environment in 2-3 months. We are probably 1/2 a world away from Japan. The spread of such matter concerns me greatly. So what if something really big does happen? You've got your iodine pills (we don't, but would obtain if need be) and here's a good kicker-- I'm allergic to iodine.
Smiles in my day:
- Waking up this morning with a resolve to be over yesterday's clock fiasco. In fact, my coworker was puzzled by my upbeat disposition. I told her that I had taken it in, processed it and let it go. I pressed on, completed yet another redone display and am moving on to the toy room reset tomorrow. It's amazing how one display needing redone has caused two entire rooms to be involved, but in the end, it freshened up the joint.
- K- is getting the rest of her reading done tonight so that she can be awarded her 125 hour reading prize, which is a book. Which one does she want? Twister on Tuesday! Tell me that our family doesn't have a similar theme of interest! ;)
- K- is writing her last Book-It report of the year. What has she chosen to write on? Star Wars!
Have a great day!
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Tales from the Trenches: The day that makes me say RRRRRR!
My day began with an illegible note left on my time card. A co-worker decoded it for me and told me that it was something about the clock that was stolen.
"What clock?"
"The one in the display that you did. The one for $350.00."
Crap.
I went to hunt J- down, but she was off with someone else. She said that she'd be right over. And was she. She went on about how it was stolen, how it happened before Wednesday because she hadn't seen it, about how I can't display anything expensive out there like that, to which I replied, "I can't keep every expensive thing under lock and key." She was mad, then she left.
I get a call asking me to go to the office with an order that I had made up to hopefully have someone approve to send out. It ended up being a closed door meeting in the boss' office.
Lovely.
At least this meeting was better than how my day started. They told me that my displays were beautiful and I had explained that I had displayed them in a display at the door that when people were shopping, they were within eye shot of the counter.
Somehow, that failed the workers that were there that day.
The missing clock in question is a mission style wood clock that has a pendulum. It is about 12" tall by about 12" wide. It's not that small. Still, someone successfully hauled out with it and managed not to be caught by camera or coworkers.
That failure is not my fault, regardless to what my first encounter might insist.
I'm in the midst of completely flipping displays around. The expensive clocks and hand crafted arts and crafts tiles that WERE in that display are now very high up in a display visible to the camera and to anyone who comes in the door. I have one display that will be rather thin. I threatened to put a note on the wall and leave it empty. What would it say? "Someone decided to steal something expensive from us, so that means that I don't have anything to display here now."
When I talked to my boss, with the gallery director and floor manager right there, I told all of them that what made me most mad was that someone looked at something, decided that they liked it and just took it. Who does that?!
K-'s solution is for us to have a gate and that we stop people and make them pay. "Mom, did the clock have diamonds in it. If it had diamonds in it, girls like those. It could have been a girl!"
RRRRRR.
Then, we have a woman who comes in and has been looking at an item for a while. My coworker called me over. The woman tells me, "I know what this price is, but I know that you've had it for a while. I'll give you -- for it." I told her that silver prices have gone up drastically and that artists set their prices. We just sell the goods for the prices that the artists state. "Well, I know it has been here for a while and saw it at a lower price than this at one time." "That would be at sale time." I told her it was not how we handled our business, but she pressed. I said that I would go and check with the powers that be, but reiterated that this was not how we did things. Turns out that the item had been with us for 4 years and they told me to let it go for the nearly 25% off. I went back, told her that they did approve it, we do not do this, the item will not be able to be returned under any circumstance.
Still, we are not a used car lot.
RRRRRRR.
We had a group of ladies that came through LOUDLY announcing about how expensive this was and that was (ranging in price from single digits to the $20.00 family.) "I can go home and make this myself."
Be my guest.
RRRRRRRR.
I was trying all day long to rest that was the clock adventure and every time I turned around someone else was in the display along with me or standing right where I needed to be or digging into the stuff that I was trying to handle. Now, I understand that they were shopping, but when I'm shopping, I tend to shy away from the KINDLY SALES PEOPLE JUST TRYING TO DO THEIR JOB! If they have loot that I'd love to check out, I actually ask if it is okay. Stunning concept, I know.
RRRRRRRR.
K- has a sore throat, but Hubs thinks that it is allergies since he is suffering from the same type of thing. Allergies are big, bad stuff here right now.
RRRRRRRR.
Hubs was flipping out because he received a jury duty summons for the exact week that he is having a big fishing derby and expecting 500+ to be in attendance. I finally talked him into having me write a letter to try to get him excused from it. He finally did, but still flipped out as I was writing it.
RRRRRRRR.
I went to lunch and there was such a long line for the microwave that I just decided to eat my lunch cold rather than waste the time heating up my food. (Hot dogs and pork and beans. No, we normally don't have that for dinner, but K- was asking for hot dogs for dinner on Sunday and we hadn't had them since the summer.) One person has a minimum of three containers to heat. She heats them all individually, sprinkles water, opens, closes, runs, stops, stirs . . . She's a minimum of 10 minutes alone. There were two others waiting for rather thick soups. Those would have been about 3-5 minutes. Cold beans and wienies it was. I was fine. It matched the day.
RRRRRRRR.
I forgot to include the sales slips with the box of money tonight. They'll have to get them in the morning. My coworker tried to help me and bless her-- she never does the box. I didn't realize that they hadn't been grabbed.
RRRRRRRR.
Why all this clock bit needed to be surrounded around me when I wasn't the one who took it. All I did was to display the darned thing. It was in the center of a big display.
RRRRRRRR!
I'm cranky.
"What clock?"
"The one in the display that you did. The one for $350.00."
Crap.
I went to hunt J- down, but she was off with someone else. She said that she'd be right over. And was she. She went on about how it was stolen, how it happened before Wednesday because she hadn't seen it, about how I can't display anything expensive out there like that, to which I replied, "I can't keep every expensive thing under lock and key." She was mad, then she left.
I get a call asking me to go to the office with an order that I had made up to hopefully have someone approve to send out. It ended up being a closed door meeting in the boss' office.
Lovely.
At least this meeting was better than how my day started. They told me that my displays were beautiful and I had explained that I had displayed them in a display at the door that when people were shopping, they were within eye shot of the counter.
Somehow, that failed the workers that were there that day.
The missing clock in question is a mission style wood clock that has a pendulum. It is about 12" tall by about 12" wide. It's not that small. Still, someone successfully hauled out with it and managed not to be caught by camera or coworkers.
That failure is not my fault, regardless to what my first encounter might insist.
I'm in the midst of completely flipping displays around. The expensive clocks and hand crafted arts and crafts tiles that WERE in that display are now very high up in a display visible to the camera and to anyone who comes in the door. I have one display that will be rather thin. I threatened to put a note on the wall and leave it empty. What would it say? "Someone decided to steal something expensive from us, so that means that I don't have anything to display here now."
When I talked to my boss, with the gallery director and floor manager right there, I told all of them that what made me most mad was that someone looked at something, decided that they liked it and just took it. Who does that?!
K-'s solution is for us to have a gate and that we stop people and make them pay. "Mom, did the clock have diamonds in it. If it had diamonds in it, girls like those. It could have been a girl!"
RRRRRR.
Then, we have a woman who comes in and has been looking at an item for a while. My coworker called me over. The woman tells me, "I know what this price is, but I know that you've had it for a while. I'll give you -- for it." I told her that silver prices have gone up drastically and that artists set their prices. We just sell the goods for the prices that the artists state. "Well, I know it has been here for a while and saw it at a lower price than this at one time." "That would be at sale time." I told her it was not how we handled our business, but she pressed. I said that I would go and check with the powers that be, but reiterated that this was not how we did things. Turns out that the item had been with us for 4 years and they told me to let it go for the nearly 25% off. I went back, told her that they did approve it, we do not do this, the item will not be able to be returned under any circumstance.
Still, we are not a used car lot.
RRRRRRR.
We had a group of ladies that came through LOUDLY announcing about how expensive this was and that was (ranging in price from single digits to the $20.00 family.) "I can go home and make this myself."
Be my guest.
RRRRRRRR.
I was trying all day long to rest that was the clock adventure and every time I turned around someone else was in the display along with me or standing right where I needed to be or digging into the stuff that I was trying to handle. Now, I understand that they were shopping, but when I'm shopping, I tend to shy away from the KINDLY SALES PEOPLE JUST TRYING TO DO THEIR JOB! If they have loot that I'd love to check out, I actually ask if it is okay. Stunning concept, I know.
RRRRRRRR.
K- has a sore throat, but Hubs thinks that it is allergies since he is suffering from the same type of thing. Allergies are big, bad stuff here right now.
RRRRRRRR.
Hubs was flipping out because he received a jury duty summons for the exact week that he is having a big fishing derby and expecting 500+ to be in attendance. I finally talked him into having me write a letter to try to get him excused from it. He finally did, but still flipped out as I was writing it.
RRRRRRRR.
I went to lunch and there was such a long line for the microwave that I just decided to eat my lunch cold rather than waste the time heating up my food. (Hot dogs and pork and beans. No, we normally don't have that for dinner, but K- was asking for hot dogs for dinner on Sunday and we hadn't had them since the summer.) One person has a minimum of three containers to heat. She heats them all individually, sprinkles water, opens, closes, runs, stops, stirs . . . She's a minimum of 10 minutes alone. There were two others waiting for rather thick soups. Those would have been about 3-5 minutes. Cold beans and wienies it was. I was fine. It matched the day.
RRRRRRRR.
I forgot to include the sales slips with the box of money tonight. They'll have to get them in the morning. My coworker tried to help me and bless her-- she never does the box. I didn't realize that they hadn't been grabbed.
RRRRRRRR.
Why all this clock bit needed to be surrounded around me when I wasn't the one who took it. All I did was to display the darned thing. It was in the center of a big display.
RRRRRRRR!
I'm cranky.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Public Broadcasting needs you!
The U.S. House of Representatives passed H.R. 1 early this morning, which eliminates federal funding for public broadcasting. This is a blow to public radio and television stations across the country and the 170 million Americans who tune in every month.
But we are not giving up.
You have already had a powerful impact in Washington. We heard directly from Members of Congress that the hundreds of thousands of calls and emails in support of public broadcasting have created momentum that may yet save federal funding for this vital public service.
Now the bill heads to the Senate. We need to send a clear message to Washington: Funding for public broadcasting is too important to eliminate.
What can you do today? Please reach out to your friends and family and encourage them to sign up at 170MillionAmericans.org and at Facebook.com/170Million over the coming week. This is going to be a marathon and we will need any many supporters as possible to prevail in the end.
Note: Post text taken from e-mail received from 170 Million Americans.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Just hand the chocolate over and no one will get hurt.
Why did I not post last night? We'll just say that I'll quote my sister by saying, "I didn't want to go forth and share." The attitude? Notsogood.
I've decided that I'll share some irks. Why not?
1. Magazines in the doctors office are for reading. People read them and when they reach an article that they are a few pages invested in, they aren't too happy when they find holes torn out of the middle of the two remaining pages. They aren't your property. Please do not help yourself to bits of stuff. Either purchase it or look it up online, please.
2. Frozen wiper blades.
3. The side roads around here are like way back country roads riddled with pot holes. We have 3" slabs of ice attached to the road surface and scraping only lifts bits which then leaves craters.
4. People who come in and have me do a full gift wrap on a $2.00 item. I wouldn't have the guts to ask.
5. Children who make my child continually worry that what she is doing/saying/feeling might not be in line with what they would do/say/feel. She's only in the first grade and it makes me want to scream.
6. People who don't obey the rule about if a park car is on their side of the road, they must wait and allow on-coming traffic to pass first. Oh, playing chicken is so much more fun, right?
7. Whole or minimally processed foods cost much more than the overly processed and generally bad for you foods do.
Update on Grandpa:
Grandpa is still in the ICU. Family visits are limited, as they want Grandpa to rest and get better. He was taken off the vent, but then put back on where they attempted to put him on a trach, but he is too weak. They have put him on a TPN (in my family it is AKA milkshake in a bag which runs through a picc line) and they will try again. Mom thinks that he will not be able to overcome this. I pray God's will for his life and truly want Grandpa not to suffer.
Smiles in my day:
- My brother, Dumpy, went to a chiropractor today who could pop his disk back into place. He fell down his brick steps (they were icy-- surprise, surprise) and smacked his back all the way down. He then jarred his back in his truck. I think that when he went to the chiropractor, he heard angels singing. Mom said that he feels so much better.
- My brother, Billy, seems to be having some great opportunities coming his way. That makes my heart very happy.
- My sister, LeAnne, is on day #3 of her campaign to stop smoking.
- Our elementary's change drive for the local hospital raised over $1100.00! That is over $2.00 per kid and in a school where 50% of the students are below the poverty level, that is amazing.
- A husband and child who still love me no matter how grumpy I can sometimes get.
I've decided that I'll share some irks. Why not?
1. Magazines in the doctors office are for reading. People read them and when they reach an article that they are a few pages invested in, they aren't too happy when they find holes torn out of the middle of the two remaining pages. They aren't your property. Please do not help yourself to bits of stuff. Either purchase it or look it up online, please.
2. Frozen wiper blades.
3. The side roads around here are like way back country roads riddled with pot holes. We have 3" slabs of ice attached to the road surface and scraping only lifts bits which then leaves craters.
4. People who come in and have me do a full gift wrap on a $2.00 item. I wouldn't have the guts to ask.
5. Children who make my child continually worry that what she is doing/saying/feeling might not be in line with what they would do/say/feel. She's only in the first grade and it makes me want to scream.
6. People who don't obey the rule about if a park car is on their side of the road, they must wait and allow on-coming traffic to pass first. Oh, playing chicken is so much more fun, right?
7. Whole or minimally processed foods cost much more than the overly processed and generally bad for you foods do.
Update on Grandpa:
Grandpa is still in the ICU. Family visits are limited, as they want Grandpa to rest and get better. He was taken off the vent, but then put back on where they attempted to put him on a trach, but he is too weak. They have put him on a TPN (in my family it is AKA milkshake in a bag which runs through a picc line) and they will try again. Mom thinks that he will not be able to overcome this. I pray God's will for his life and truly want Grandpa not to suffer.
Smiles in my day:
- My brother, Dumpy, went to a chiropractor today who could pop his disk back into place. He fell down his brick steps (they were icy-- surprise, surprise) and smacked his back all the way down. He then jarred his back in his truck. I think that when he went to the chiropractor, he heard angels singing. Mom said that he feels so much better.
- My brother, Billy, seems to be having some great opportunities coming his way. That makes my heart very happy.
- My sister, LeAnne, is on day #3 of her campaign to stop smoking.
- Our elementary's change drive for the local hospital raised over $1100.00! That is over $2.00 per kid and in a school where 50% of the students are below the poverty level, that is amazing.
- A husband and child who still love me no matter how grumpy I can sometimes get.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
"Mommy! I got first place!"
"Yes baby, it is!"
I'm a horrible mother. I looked at the painting and wanted so much more for it. I had made suggestions, but in the end, everything was done by her. She did it, "Mom, I've got it," and I let her roll with it. It's the artist in me. But then, what did I turn out when I was in first grade? I don't really quite know. I know that I won an award for being the best with scissors. I cut along lines like a pro. I think I won a Hershey bar as a reward.
I admit that I knew that Reflections was a very low-participation thing last year. (There were three pieces total.) I knew that if K- entered, the likelihood that she would win something was pretty high. I knew that if she won something, it would be a nice feather in her cap.
I never in a million years expected 1st place. That's exactly where the horrible mother thing comes in place.
Now, remember in the beginning of school when K- won first place in the school garden fair? That I expected. I knew that she had grown the tomato from seed, she had tended the plant, eaten the fruits and loved that she took a little project from Lowe's and could haul it into school and win with it.
I under-estimated my child. I feel about an inch tall.
Smiles in my day:
- K- being so proud about her award. We're thrilled right there with her.
- I stopped in to drop off a class party flier for Mrs. S- to read over today and asked her about yesterday's testing. She said that it went well and she had 5 more to go. I mentioned K- telling me that last time and this time she was unable to complete before the bell. Mrs. S- gave me a sad teacher look. "Oh, none of the children did. When we do calendar, I'm going to mention how well everyone did and let them know that no one was able to complete before the bell." I think that she probably figured that if K- was voicing her concern about it, there was probably another child in the same boat. So kind for her to clarify that with the children. I didn't ask for that, but since it was the second time and it was starting to stress K- out, I figured that I'd mention it. I'm glad that she has a teacher that I can do that with.
- Much accomplished at work and I'm exhausted. Julia and I have hauled this week and the gallery no longer looks like the clearance section at the thrift. We left beat, but happy.
Have a wonderful day!
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
This post could have so many titles.
Let's consider those for just a moment.
1. You did what?
2. Again?
3. Is God not screaming loud enough?
So, now that I got that out of my system, allow me to share with you the call I got today. My mom phoned to let me know that my sister had, once again, wrecked her vehicle. If you are keeping count, this is the second vehicle in slightly less than 2 months.
My sister had a truck load of 4 children. She had my two nieces, ages 7 and 9, her 20 month old son, and her friend's 15 year old son. She was busy driving her friend's son to school, then onward to drive her two to school because I think that they missed the opportunity to catch the bus.
Enter black ice. My sister doesn't watch the news, so she must have missed the multiple warnings on the newscast last night.
She slid.
She panicked.
She hit the brake. (You want to throw it into neutral, but there is no guarantee that will stop you.)
She dropped her truck onto the drivers side and right into a ditch. She looked up to have an Amish face looking back at her. The gentlemen were out in her area building something, must have watched her twirl and came to her aid. She said that she opened the window and started handing children out. My 7 year old niece popped out of the back slider window. After the 9 year old was released, she helped to free the 15 year old.
Yes, they are all fine. My sister's back is wrenched, but everyone is fine.
The truck is not. Neighbors came with their tractor (she lives in the country) and bales of hay. They were able to use both to pull her truck back upright. She was able to drive it back home.
Needed part inventory is:
2 new doors
1 driver's side mirror
1 running board
1 tail light
1 rear bumper
1 tail gate
1 support (I have no idea what that is connected to.)
Oooo, and a new car seat and boosters-- again.
They'll know more once they get the bed off.
They are certain that IF! they had full coverage, insurance would total it. That was not the case, though. Once again, she only had liability insurance. It appears that losing a $6500.00 van only 2 months ago didn't quite sink in enough to fully cover the only vehicle that she has to drive.
Now, she has been given clearance to drive the wreckamobile 4/10 of a mile to the bus stop and back and that is it. Frankly, I wouldn't trust it that far, but that's just me.
Yes, I sound heartless. I'm irritated. You see, I called my sister after I heard. I asked, "How are you?" in a not terribly fluffy way. "Okay, shaken up. [insert pause] What do you think?" "I'm fairly certain that you don't want to know what I think. I'm positive of that." "I'm sure that what you think is what has already gone through my mind. Tell me." "LeAnne, it's going to come out wrong, but I think you'll understand what I mean. You have to make your family first and you need to stop. I don't know how loudly God can yell at you. Next time, I fear that you won't be alive." "I know. My family is first, but I know what you are saying. I already told [my friend] that I can't do it anymore." The last wreck she was in was because she was rushing the kids in the morning in the very same way.
My brother Billy has given the truck the once over. He's going to see what he can do to help pull it around. It's going to be a lot of work.
To my sister's credit, we are women that are rescuers. We were brought up to be fixers. You have a problem, a tragedy, a something-wrong-in-your-life? We'll do what we can to fix it. We'll turn ourselves upside down, walk on our hands and balance balls on our noses to get what needs to be taken care of handled. An admirable trait, yes, but occasionally a personality flaw.
We can't fix it all.
We shouldn't fix it all.
I've learned to say no. Not always, but the word has entered my vocabulary. Is it hard for me to say no? Yes, but sometimes it needs done.
Once again, send prayers of thanksgiving, please.
Smiles in my day:
- They all came out okay.
- I figured out the reason that my face, neck and hairline is all broken out. I've flipped over to using some liquid Arm & Hammer detergent I had on hand and it has color safe bleach in it. It is also a different scent that I'm used to using. One or the other is causing a sensitivity. The sensitivity isn't a smile, but the fact that I figured out the error of my ways-- great!
Have a great day!
1. You did what?
2. Again?
3. Is God not screaming loud enough?
So, now that I got that out of my system, allow me to share with you the call I got today. My mom phoned to let me know that my sister had, once again, wrecked her vehicle. If you are keeping count, this is the second vehicle in slightly less than 2 months.
My sister had a truck load of 4 children. She had my two nieces, ages 7 and 9, her 20 month old son, and her friend's 15 year old son. She was busy driving her friend's son to school, then onward to drive her two to school because I think that they missed the opportunity to catch the bus.
Enter black ice. My sister doesn't watch the news, so she must have missed the multiple warnings on the newscast last night.
She slid.
She panicked.
She hit the brake. (You want to throw it into neutral, but there is no guarantee that will stop you.)
She dropped her truck onto the drivers side and right into a ditch. She looked up to have an Amish face looking back at her. The gentlemen were out in her area building something, must have watched her twirl and came to her aid. She said that she opened the window and started handing children out. My 7 year old niece popped out of the back slider window. After the 9 year old was released, she helped to free the 15 year old.
Yes, they are all fine. My sister's back is wrenched, but everyone is fine.
The truck is not. Neighbors came with their tractor (she lives in the country) and bales of hay. They were able to use both to pull her truck back upright. She was able to drive it back home.
Needed part inventory is:
2 new doors
1 driver's side mirror
1 running board
1 tail light
1 rear bumper
1 tail gate
1 support (I have no idea what that is connected to.)
Oooo, and a new car seat and boosters-- again.
They'll know more once they get the bed off.
They are certain that IF! they had full coverage, insurance would total it. That was not the case, though. Once again, she only had liability insurance. It appears that losing a $6500.00 van only 2 months ago didn't quite sink in enough to fully cover the only vehicle that she has to drive.
Now, she has been given clearance to drive the wreckamobile 4/10 of a mile to the bus stop and back and that is it. Frankly, I wouldn't trust it that far, but that's just me.
Yes, I sound heartless. I'm irritated. You see, I called my sister after I heard. I asked, "How are you?" in a not terribly fluffy way. "Okay, shaken up. [insert pause] What do you think?" "I'm fairly certain that you don't want to know what I think. I'm positive of that." "I'm sure that what you think is what has already gone through my mind. Tell me." "LeAnne, it's going to come out wrong, but I think you'll understand what I mean. You have to make your family first and you need to stop. I don't know how loudly God can yell at you. Next time, I fear that you won't be alive." "I know. My family is first, but I know what you are saying. I already told [my friend] that I can't do it anymore." The last wreck she was in was because she was rushing the kids in the morning in the very same way.
My brother Billy has given the truck the once over. He's going to see what he can do to help pull it around. It's going to be a lot of work.
To my sister's credit, we are women that are rescuers. We were brought up to be fixers. You have a problem, a tragedy, a something-wrong-in-your-life? We'll do what we can to fix it. We'll turn ourselves upside down, walk on our hands and balance balls on our noses to get what needs to be taken care of handled. An admirable trait, yes, but occasionally a personality flaw.
We can't fix it all.
We shouldn't fix it all.
I've learned to say no. Not always, but the word has entered my vocabulary. Is it hard for me to say no? Yes, but sometimes it needs done.
Once again, send prayers of thanksgiving, please.
Smiles in my day:
- They all came out okay.
- I figured out the reason that my face, neck and hairline is all broken out. I've flipped over to using some liquid Arm & Hammer detergent I had on hand and it has color safe bleach in it. It is also a different scent that I'm used to using. One or the other is causing a sensitivity. The sensitivity isn't a smile, but the fact that I figured out the error of my ways-- great!
Have a great day!
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
The Saucy Ending.
---------- Original Message ----------
Subject: RE: A gift box question
Date: Wed, 29 Dec 2010 09:18:36 -0500 (EST)
Actually Amy, I am a manager of sorts; I own [ - - - .]
[ - - - ] no longer prints expirations on their jar lids and they haven't had that shape of jar or style lid for awhile; we don't have any on the shelf. That's why I thought you were intrepreting our pricing sticker as an expiration date. That happens.
I am glad that you are familiar with [ - - - ] and you must realize then that our product guarantee policies are simple. Whether you were re-gifted or wherever your jar came from, we'll replace it. We're not beyond human error here, and it may well have been our error, but I don't know where the jar came from. Regardless, bring it in and we'll replace it, or we can mail you a rplacement jar.
I apologize that you misintrepreted the motive of my explanation below.
- - - - - - -
My response back:
Thank you so much for your response. Since you haven't had that style of jar in quite some time, it isn't up to you to replace product that has perhaps been passed on. I do appreciate your getting back to me and telling me about the change of style of jar. That does make a heap of difference.
I'm sorry for whatever time that you've had invested in trying to help me.
Amy
- - - - -
I admit that I was a bit more apologetic and wordier, but Hubs made me simplify. The original response back irritated him, too.
So there we have it folks. The sauce will hit the round file and we'll be dining on some lovely noodles with Italian dipping sauce on the side.
The end.
Subject: RE: A gift box question
Date: Wed, 29 Dec 2010 09:18:36 -0500 (EST)
Actually Amy, I am a manager of sorts; I own [ - - - .]
[ - - - ] no longer prints expirations on their jar lids and they haven't had that shape of jar or style lid for awhile; we don't have any on the shelf. That's why I thought you were intrepreting our pricing sticker as an expiration date. That happens.
I am glad that you are familiar with [ - - - ] and you must realize then that our product guarantee policies are simple. Whether you were re-gifted or wherever your jar came from, we'll replace it. We're not beyond human error here, and it may well have been our error, but I don't know where the jar came from. Regardless, bring it in and we'll replace it, or we can mail you a rplacement jar.
I apologize that you misintrepreted the motive of my explanation below.
- - - - - - -
My response back:
Thank you so much for your response. Since you haven't had that style of jar in quite some time, it isn't up to you to replace product that has perhaps been passed on. I do appreciate your getting back to me and telling me about the change of style of jar. That does make a heap of difference.
I'm sorry for whatever time that you've had invested in trying to help me.
Amy
- - - - -
I admit that I was a bit more apologetic and wordier, but Hubs made me simplify. The original response back irritated him, too.
So there we have it folks. The sauce will hit the round file and we'll be dining on some lovely noodles with Italian dipping sauce on the side.
The end.
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