Birthday Coldstone

So if you sign up at Coldstone Creamery, you can get a free Original Creations Love It ice cream concoction on your birthday. Tom and I went tonight to redeem my coupon.

To start, let me just say that I am not overly thrilled with Coldstone. I’ve been there a handful of times over the years, and no matter what I order, it never knocks my socks off. I know people LOVE it (Tom is one—he will kill for a Founders Favorite) so I keep thinking I must be missing something…so I keep trying it. I mean, what’s not to like? Great toppings mixed in with yummy ice cream…how bad can it be?

Of course, there are so many yummy-looking options on the menu that I always have a hard time deciding. While we were in line, I changed my mind back and forth probably 10 times, trying to decide between four or five different mixes. So I had FINALLY decided on Oreo Overload with one small modification (dark chocolate mint ice cream instead of sweet cream)…and the stupid lady in front of me took the last of the dark chocolate mint ice cream—and the next batch wasn’t ready yet! GRRRR! >:( So I just ordered it as is. And it was…less than thrilling. Again.

I jinxed myself.

awesome egg slicerThe other day I was looking at my egg slicer and thought…

Wow, this is getting old. It was a hand-me-down from mom back when I had my first apartment in college…and I know she had it quite some time before that. I wonder if I shouldn’t get a fancy new one?

Then I saw one at Bed Bath & Beyond for $8 (!!!) and decided I could stick with my old-fashioned one (plastic, not stainless or aluminum).

So guess what happened a day or so later? Yep. I was slicing an egg and…a piece broke off! So, I can still use it, I will just have one double-width piece. But, I am going to look elsewhere for a new, cheaper model than the pretty one at BB&B. It just needs to slice eggs, it doesn’t need to be aesthetically pleasing.

EDITED TO ADD: Crap, I just found the one I really want—it’s $16, but it’s a 3-in-1 that slices, cuts wedges, OR uses both screens to cut teeny pieces for salads! I must have this egg slicer!

Two gripes for the day

I know, I know, there should be no gripes on a long holiday weekend…but you know me.

One, it’s back up to 90+ degrees.

Two, it’s apparently near impossible to find any shower stall (54″ x 78″) curtains. You’d think Bed Bath & Beyond would have them, but it seems they have more Bed and Beyond than they do Bath these days. They had one (count ’em ONE) “extra long” shower curtain—that wasn’t a liner. (We don’t have a stall shower per se, but it’s more a stall than a regular, so our current curtain bunches together too much—and we only have like a 2″ lip on the bottom, so the curtain has to hang quite low.) I have a shower curtain that I love….but would give it up if I could find one I liked that fit right.

A Surreal Meeting

For those of you who might not know, I belong to a few online groups where I spend quite a bit of time (different than the ladies I met around the time of our wedding). Anyway, these groups have “meets” every now and again at places across the country, but even though we haven’t been able to make it to any (the major one was in Las Vegas for five days), I spend enough time chatting with these people that it feels like I know them.

So earlier tonight, I happened to read a thread where one of the members said he was at Camp Lejeune.

Huh? What?

I’ve never been shy or hesitant in sharing where I live, so I was very surprised that this guy didn’t know I lived here! Anyway, a few quick PMs and I was on my way to meet him! (Tom was on his way to bed, so he elected not to go.)

The whole thing was so surreal—I was meeting someone I’ve been chatting with for a year! Of course, I had brought my camera to fully document the occasion, so here you go—me and Mike:

tcr combat medic meet

Depending on his schedule, we will meet (all three of us) for dinner before he leaves. I really think the boys will get along well, as they apparently worked on the same technological systems in Iraq. Small world.

UPDATE (inserted here because it felt out of place on the actual date): We never did get to meet for dinner. 🙁

Dell can kiss my ass!

We have a $50 Dell Gift Card that came with a previous purchase. It doesn’t expire for another eight months and is branded by AmEx. I tried to use it online last week to purchase an APC surge protector, but there was no place to enter a gift card—only coupons. I tried entering it as a coupon, but it said it was invalid.

So I tried the website listed on the card and the site isn’t there.

So I call the 800 “call to order” number and… the rep can’t use the card, either (he only has a coupon entry spot and he also gets the invalid error). He has NO idea what to do and suggests I call the other 800 # on the card.

So I call the ‘other’ American Express 800 Customer service number, explain what happened, and the rep says something to the effect of “you need to talk to Dell regarding this card, here is the sales number.” She doesn’t care I was just talking to them and they sent me to her.

So I call the Dell 800 # she gave me and am routed to sales, where I get another Dell rep that has no clue. She suggests I call back again to hopefully get a rep who will know how to deal with it! Of course, each call requires me to go through the phone number/name/address confirmation.

So I call again and…you guessed it, another Dell rep that has no clue about the gift card (“Are you sure it’s not a coupon?”). This rep suggests I need to talk to Dell’s customer service and NOT sales. She forwards me.

So now I’m waiting to talk to customer service and I’m very irritated at this point. And guess what? The customer service person says I need to talk to Sales. NOOOOOO! I told her “I’ve been with sales (home and business) multiple times and they are clueless and gave me to you!” Okay, she says, let me put you on hold and I will get a new number for you to call. Fine, whatever. Minutes later, she calls and gives me the number… to the AmEx customer service line that I called in the beginning!

How can NO ONE at Dell or American Express have any idea how to redeem a gift card?

On Monday, I decided to try my luck ordering online again. Imagine my surprise when there was now a spot to enter a gift card! Interestingly, there was apparently $100 credit on my “$50” gift card (my purchase was approximately $90, giving me a $10 remaining balance). Because this paid for the entire order, I did not have to enter a credit card.

When my boss received the confirmation email, it showed we had ordered THREE Back-UPS units for a total of $290 (although the gift card was still listed as the only payment). Of course, this was one of the only times I hadn’t printed out the final order confirmation screen… so I had to call Dell and they say “Why yes you ordered three” and I say “I did not” and I was told that since they hadn’t been invoiced yet (or wherever we actually are in the ordering/billing/shipping process), it was possible to alter the order. By the end of the call, the rep said it was too late to alter the order so we would be receiving three items and we should send back two. She gave me a case number and said she would call to check up on the items’ arrival and return.

I then learned that someone from Dell called my boss last night to say the shipping address didn’t match the billing address… Interesting, since we didn’t technically have/use/need a billing address due to the gift card. But even so, we’ve ordered from Dell multiple times with the same shipping/billing information, so why the problem now? Anyway, the rep said something to the effect of “You have ordered three items for a total of $290” and my boss said “No, we didn’t, plus we used a gift card.” He said “Do you want to use your preferred account for this?” No, we wanted to use the gift card. So he was clueless and was supposed to call back, which he never did.

Then we get an email saying that “While processing your order, we were unable to obtain credit card authorization from your bank or credit card company for this purchase.” Well, it wasn’t a credit card transaction, but I called the CC processing center to try and fix it. Of course, since it wasn’t a CC transaction, she transfers me to the gift card section. Of course, the gift card rep can’t help me (since I apparently have to redo the order, only ordering ONE unit), so she transfers me to sales—except somehow I can’t get sales or get put on hold and I hear this (after 10 minutes):

We’re sorry, we cannot continue to process your call. Goodbye.

Of course, each transfer requires me to go through the name/address/billing information. And when I called the regular 800 number back to get sales, I had to go through everything again. I told the rep I wanted to change the order to one unit. Fine. I want to use the gift card. Fine. Except that—are you ready?—he can’t get the gift card to work. He tells me he can place the order, but I will have to call the gift card people to get it working/figured out, and then I will have to call him back. And he tried to give me a case number.

At that point, I lost it. I told him to cancel the entire order and I would not be ordering.

Is it too much to ask that Dell teach their customer service reps how to use gift cards? Or to ask that reps could handle all issues, instead of being transferred eight times—and still not getting a resolution? What is the point of handing out Dell Valued Customer gift cards if it’s impossible to use them online and no one knows how to use them?

My boss (whom I was trying to order from) loves Dell, but after this experience, we will no longer be ordering from Dell. We certainly don’t feel like a valued customer after this experience.

Chinese for five years in a row!

So, as I’m sure I’ve mentioned before… after our wedding, we crashed at the hotel and then took a four-hour nap. When we woke up at 9pm, we were starving and didn’t want to eat at the Trillium (we would have had to get dressed up), so we went into town and Chinese sounded good, so we ate there.

Fast forward to our one year anniversary and without thinking we said “Let’s order from our favorite chinese place” — and only afterwards did we realize/remember we ate chinese the night of our wedding as well.

Ironically, about the same thing happened the third year — we couldn’t decide where to eat, so we picked our favorite chinese place — and again said “OH MY GOD! We did it again!”

The fourth year was planned, to keep with tradition.

This year, Tom planned to take me somewhere else we would LOVE to go, but I decided we really shouldn’t spend that much (it would have been probably $100—well worth it, but just so much money) so I said “Well, we might as well make it chinese!” and went to a chinese buffet place in town we’ve wanted to go to since we’ve lived here but haven’t made it.

So, after five years in a row, I’m pretty sure we have to do it now until we die. It’s a good thing we like chinese!

Harris Teeter rocked our world!!

We live in a fairly small town. Yes, there’s a major military installation here, but still, it’s a small town—as evidenced by the fact that we have CRAP for grocery stores around here. We’d kill for a Meijers—or hell, even a Krogers. Here, we have Food Lion, Piggly Wiggly, and the commissary.

Um, blech.

Today, we went to Wilmington (big city an hour south) and decided to stop by Harris Teeter to grab some sushi. And oh…my…goodness. We fell in love with everything—there was so much selection of everything…an entire organic section, about 5 varieties each of nectarines and apples, two types of asparagus (they have white asparagus?), a whole section (!) of fresh mushrooms (not that I want any of them, but just the fact that they have a whole secion!), fresh herbs, homemade breads, an enormous deli, fancy schmancy bakery items, pre-made ice cream cakes, and fresh meat and seafood to die for…

We felt like we were hicks from the country ‘oohing’ and ‘ahhing’ over everything, like we’d never been to the big city before!

We filled our cart with stuff like alaskan salmon, smelt (!), jalapeno monterey jack hamburgers, crabmeat, and fresh shrimp (stuff no one in Jacksonville even carries), as well as two of the varieties of nectarines. 🙂

If you can believe it, we are actually discussing the possibility of driving the two-hour round trip to shop at this store for our groceries… as it is MILES (okay, more like LIGHT YEARS) ahead of what we have available to us locally. (Oh, and gas is cheaper there, as well!) We probably won’t end up doing it, but we will surely make it a point to go at least once a month.

Wherever we move next better have a KILLER grocery store. KILLER.

Evil Lemonade

Oh my god.

So we had some “diet” Tropicana lemonade in the work refrigerator. I was there when it was purchased, so I knew it was diet (i.e. low-carb) so I could drink it. We actually bought two kinds, including Minute Maid 2-liters, but the Tropicana is BY FAR the better of the two. So I’ve been drinking the Tropicana all along and today, just out of coincidence, I happened to set the bottle down with the nutritional information facing me and…27 carbs per serving. WTF??? WTF??? WTF???

Turns out another employee bought some more Tropicana that WASN’T diet—and didn’t mention it—so with one lemonade I’ve been drinking TWICE THE AMOUNT OF MY ENTIRE DAILY LIMIT of carbs!!! Yes, I should have paid more attention, but if that was all that was in there, why would I even think the bottles would suddenly be something else?

The girl who bought them said “I saw you drinking one the other day and I was going to ask you if you were still on the diet but didn’t want you to get mad.” I told her she definitely should have said something!!! So, it’s been one per day each day this week. That’s 54 carbs a day x 4 days… and my limit is 30/day.

This is soooooo disheartening…

YouTube uploading email addresses rant

Either I wasn’t paying close attention, or they were not upfront…. I just joined YouTube (because I wanted to be able to vote on videos) and I saw where you could upload emails from your address book and I thought “Hey, that’s cool” so I did it and lo and behold—they send a freakin’ invite to everyone! WTF? I definitely would not have authorized that!!!

GRRRRRRRRR

I hate that I had a momentary lapse of judgment. I hate that, for a brief moment, I thought it would be cool to be able to easily send links to videos right from the site.

I am usually much smarter than that.

Whew! Finally!

Another entire day without the internet at work…it’s amazing how much we rely on computers! (And it’s amazing how little we can do around the office without the internet.)

Not only was our modem blown, but we discovered that the router was ruined with the power surge as well. Tom came in and reset everything (including buying the new router) and got us back up and running around 4pm. Then it was a mad rush to get some stuff done before the end of the day/the end of the week.

Wow! Someone bought a photo of mine!

http://www.fotolia.com/id/816376/partner/94600

So for those of you who have visited Hudson Ink lately, you can see that I’m redesigning the site—and I have a new “eye” logo. Well, the site I purchased the photo from is Fotolia…and I also uploaded two of my own photos, just for the heck of it basically. I never expected anything to come of it…but I just got an email that someone purchased my photo! And it wasn’t even my favorite one! 😉

lilypad with floating candles

Wow. Just, wow!

So awhile back, my dad asked me where he should send something to make sure I get it. I assumed it was something of value, as he apparently didn’t want it sitting on our porch, so I said my office. This morning, I received a cryptic email saying “expect the package, you must wait to open it with Tom, and check out the numbers.”

Huh?

What?

Let me tell you, I was going NUTS waiting for it—and hoping it would arrive today instead of having to wait until Monday! I had no idea at all what it could be. NONE! So I was thrilled when the UPS guy brought it in. It was probably 2′ x 3′ x 3″ — and I still had no idea (it wasn’t that heavy and it shook a little bit).

I called Tom to tell him it had arrived and he had better stop on his way home!! Both Jane and Dick (my bosses) offered to open it for me, since there appeared to be no restrictions on anyone else opening it. I politely declined.

So Tom walked in about 3:00 and we tore into it. Imagine our total and utter surprise/shock/amazement to find this….

Kinkade print

A 12×16 signed and numbered canvas (32/1450—to commemorate my age when I received it!), Autumn on Mackinac Island, by Thomas Kinkade.

Turns out Linda was the driving force behind the purchase… she went into a local gallery and saw the sketch of the soon-to-be-completed piece and thought it would be perfect. Dad actually describes it much better:

Originally, we were in Petoskey for one of my appointments. When Linda picked me up after my appointment she said she wanted to show me something. Well we went to the T.K. gallery and she showed me a sketch of it. There were no prints even produced yet. She said what do you think of it and I said It would probably be very pretty when done but where were we going to hang it. She said, “It’s not for us silly, I want to give it to Jen for her birthday.” I immediately got up off the floor and said if it means that much to you, then it is a done deal. Needless to say, we still have the sketch (personally signed-maybe copied. I am not sure) and you “may” someday inherit it. T.K. was actually in Pestoskey but because of schedules we could not go meet him. But he had been to Mac. Island to make the sketch!

I am still floored. We are going to go get it framed this weekend and then find the perfect place to hang it (I have my ideas, but it means rearranging some things).

Our wedding weekend in DC

There was too much riding in the car (about 7 hours each way).

There was too much traffic (I will NEVER live in or near a large city—you couldn’t pay me enough to live in or near DC—it took us 1:30 to drive the last 20 miles).

There was not nearly enough visiting… Of course you never get to spend any time with the bride and groom, but….the other friends that were going to be there (that we haven’t seen in three years) never showed up!!!!! (To be honest, we were really ticked off, although of course we hope nothing serious happened.)

The wedding was nice, but nothing out of the ordinary—although we were a little surprised by the DANCERS during the wedding. It was announced there was going to be a “musical interlude” and out of nowhere, these six dancers came zooming down the aisle, dressed in white leotards and shimmery white tops with scarves attached to their fingers. Oh. My. We looked on in utter disbelief. We are still trying to figure out why anyone would do that….and we found out at the reception that it was a surprise by the bride to the groom. Hoo boy.

The reception was a reception. Since our friends didn’t show up, we knew exactly two people at the wedding—the groom and the best man (my old manager and my old regional manager). So you can imagine how little talking and visiting we did. Oh, and did I mention we were two of the five white people there? Not that it matters, of course, but it was just funny. So we were looking forward to drinking and dancing and whatnot, but the reception was over by 7:30 and we never even got to dance—pretty much every song they played was some line-dancing “hustle” type song. Blech. Even the groom said “This is NOT my kind of music.” The best part of the reception, however, was when the groom sang to the bride—he has a GREAT voice and it was a total surprise to her—and I love to hear him sing so that was cool.

The best part of the whole thing, though, was how tickled the groom was that we had come. We were never FRIENDS, per se, as he was MY MANAGER, but he is one of my favorite people ever and he is just such a great guy that I would go to the ends of the earth for him. And that’s saying a lot.

Tracey Wedding DC

So, we left the reception and went to Chevy’s where I had THE BEST DAMN MARGARITAS OF MY LIFE (we had dined there the previous night and I fell in love with the margaritas, so we had to go back), plus hubby and I each did a $9 double-shot of Don Julio tequila just to see what good tequila tastes like. (I say it was a double shot because the bartender’s shots were GENEROUS.) Well, going down it wasn’t so bad, it was actually quite smooth, but the aftertaste was still pretty much tequila.

We got to stop at Ikea on the way home and spent money on stuff we certainly could have lived without, but you know how that goes. I had to drive part way while Tom napped, and I am reminded just how much I hate driving—there are so many stupid drivers I had a headache within minutes. I was doing 10 over in the slow lane getting passed by people doing at least 20 over, then those same people slow down and I pass them, then they’re on my ass and trying to pass me on the right and cutting people off because they refuse to slow down, and then people cutting me off from passing because god forbid I get in front of them. I get sooo frustrated. I have to live somewhere without that nonsense.

And now we’re back at home and we got Maggie back from friends and all is right with the world.

Web design just sucks me in.

Today at work, I was updating our website, and before I knew it, it was 5:30. Whoa! I am always out the door at 4:59—I totally couldn’t believe it when I looked up and it was 5:25 (I thought it was 4:25!).

Then after dinner I started working on a client’s site and before I know it, about two hours have passed.

I really should have gone to bed then, when Tom did, but I thought “I really want to mess around with my new site a bit” and one little project leads to another and I’m just gonna fix this one last thing and oh wait, I see something else I can change quick and before you know it, it’s 1:29am and I’m still up!

OH MY GOD! I am going to be dead tomorrow!!

Our new phone situation

Long story short, we are getting rid of our landline and we now are just using cell phones (like Jim and Beth!). Fortunately, we were able to port our landline to one of the cell phones, so it’s one less number to remember and/or reprogram!

It will take 2-4 weeks for our home number to transfer, so in the meantime, all calls to that number will be answered through our regular phones…so there’s really no change on your end. Tom has a new number, though—and the nice lady let us choose from a screen of potential numbers, so it’s somewhat easier to remember than it could have been.

Our faux garden!

For the first time ever, we have plants (and herbs!) growing!! (I call it a faux garden, because it’s not really a garden, but rather a hanging planter and a pot.) Anyway, I have always wanted to grow basil and tomatoes, but I’ve never been successful—until now! It’s all Aunt Marge’s fault—for Christmas, she got us these cool hanging planter things, and since we were already planning on planting tomatoes, we figured we might as well plant some other stuff!! So, we have a few different varieties of tomatoes, as well as some sweet peppers and I think even one hot pepper.

tomatoestomatoes

On the deck, we have basil and chives. The basil just amazes me. I’ve cut a bunch off for pesto a few times (yummmmm!), but it keeps coming back (I know it’s supposed to do this, but it’s still neat to watch!). Today I plan on making some basil butter and basil oil. I can’t wait to have fresh tomatoes with fresh basil—and get some real mozzarella from Sams Club!

basilbasil

GRRRRRRRRR!

CRAP! I wasn’t hungry before leaving the house so I made an egg salad sandwich to take to work to eat whenever I did get hungry. So I also packed my lunch and a snack and…I get to work to put the stuff in the refrigerator and…I FORGOT THE SANDWICH.

CRAP!

So not only am I going to have to eat almonds and swiss cheese (my snack) for breakfast, I have a perfectly good egg salad sandwich (the best batch I’ve ever made, too!) sitting at home on the counter—which of course I’ll have to throw away when I get home tonight.

This is what I get for not eating before I leave the house.

Maggie on the loose!

So we were sitting at the table eating breakfast with Beth (a friend of a friend who spent the night at our house because we got home from the bar quite late) when Tom happens to look out the window and sees Maggie running across the street chasing a cat!

WHAT?

He said “There goes Maggie!” and we both froze for an instant before we jumped into action. I thought he ran out to get her, but he ran out the back so I think he went to see how she got loose (off her chain), and Beth and I ran out the front door to get the dog. I ran onto the porch and yelled her name and she was such a good girl—she came flying back across the street at top speed and right into my arms.

But oh my god, we were so scared! Our poor little baby!

When Tom came in, he said her collar was not latched (I had assumed she pulled it off over her head) but apparently when he put her collar on in the morning, in his morning-after-drinking stupor, he didn’t latch it fully…so when she saw the cat and took off, the collar popped and off she went!

Now we have to see about getting a fence.

Stupid drivers make me want to SCREAM!

I know there are always stupid drivers around doing insanely stupid or irritating thigns, but tonight, there just seemed to be an overabundance during our short trip to town. Here are the offenders, in order.

  1. We were on our way to town when we hit a traffic backup. On this road, pretty much the only thing it can be is an accident. Well, it was an accident, but boy was it AN ACCIDENT. Before we even got to scene, we could see the telephone pole at about a 45 degree angle! We knew then it was pretty serious. Still, imagine the surprise at seeing a car FLIPPED UPSIDE DOWN in front of the pole. We cannot even begin to fathom how that happened. This road is 45mph, with most people doing 55mph or so. But to flip a car? And we only saw one car, so it wasn’t a two-car accident (which would seem the more likely action to cause a full flip). So, stupid driver #1.
  2. So a little farther up the road, a car screams out and cuts across two lanes, fully cutting two cars off and causing them to slam on their brakes. Then said car speeds way up (maybe 65mph) and then slows way down. I don’t get people.
  3. Now we’re waiting at a stoplight and we’re the first in line. We’re just watching the traffic pass in front of us when this idiot—coming towards us in the right turn lane—speeds up to swerve around a car (who was in the correct lane) to cut back into traffic. Had our nose been out any farther, we probably would have gotten clipped by this idiot.
  4. Then we end up behind an S-10 [small truck] with five—count ’em, FIVE!—small children in it (two in the front seat and three on the back seat)—all of whom should have been in car seats! We also thought we saw the driver on the phone, but we can’t be 100% sure about that.
  5. Later, heading home, and it’s now dark. We’re in the right-turn-only lane and this guy exiting the gas station has his nose poked WAY out into traffic (onbviously blocking traffic) so someone stops to let him out, assuming he would be turning into the flow of traffic. But no, instead of turning right and going with traffic, he guns it (tires squealing), into the oncoming traffic lane (yes, going against traffic the wrong way in the wrong lane), and proceeds to cut across two more lanes to go the opposite direction. He cut it SO close and came SO close to us that I think Tom could have reached out and touched his car. (Now, this is someone who deserves to be in a serious accident.)
  6. So we just barely recover from that asshat and are talking about how much we hate hate HATE stupid drivers when some asshole in front of us decides to turn left—across two lanes—at the last minute and cuts us off. Thank goodness for antilock brakes or we would have rear-ended him (without a doubt). He got a good solid minute of horn blasting at him. Do people not ever look at the traffic surrounding them?
  7. About 1/4 mile down the road, still fuming at the asshole who almost caused us an accident…someone behind us realizes—again, at the last minute—that the lane he’s in is an exit, so he swerves back over into our lane and almost rear-ends us (god forbid he step on his brakes).
  8. Taking the highway home, we ran across not one but two trailers on the highway that had NO lights on them and were so big you could not even see the truck pulling them. It’s never safe to pull a trailer without lights, but even more so when it’s dark. I swear, where are the cops when you need them?

We are both completely exhausted.

Prepping the house for a party is hard work—especially since we really don’t deep clean on a regular basis, LOL. So, this long holiday weekend was dedicated to getting major projects done, as well as some accessorizing throughout the house.

  • The deck is stained.
  • The stones and bricks have been finished along the back of the house.
  • We have three new shrubs planted in the new rock bed.
  • The kitchen and dining room floors have been scrubbed and waxed.
  • The carpets have all been spot cleaned (i.e. vomit spots be gone!).
  • Pictures and artwork have been hung.
  • Furniture has been vacuumed.
  • Took many trips to town (for hours at a time) to pick up odds and ends.

Well, there has to be more we did, because we seriously worked most of the weekend. But those are the only major things I can think of at the moment. Of course, Tom did all the outside stuff in the horrendous heat—and it was A LOT of work—but it all looks absolutely stunning (pics to come soon).

Of course, the sad thing is that even though we worked hard all weekend, it doesn’t LOOK like we accomplished much inside, because all the rooms are still torn apart with odds and ends all over. So, we have three nights left to finish everything up before Jim and Beth arrive Friday afternoon.

Wish us luck!

Whoa! That’s expensive bread!

So Tom and I went out for lunch to Duck’s, a great restaurant/bar that has the BEST crab dip appetizer. Except that you never get enough toasted garlic bread to eat all the dip (unless you pile it high on each piece—which wouldn’t be a bad thing—but you can make it last longer with more bread). It comes with five SMALL pieces (think french bread loaf, cut in about 1/2″ slices). So, in the past, we’ve asked for more bread and they bring us out more (to be honest, I can’t remember how many slices, but we were thinking another five).

So today, we ask for more bread and the waitress says “It will be 50¢, is that okay?” Well, no, it’s really not okay to charge me for a few more pieces of stinkin’ bread, but I guess it’s only 50¢ so no big deal, whatever. So she brings us the bread…and it’s THREE stupid pieces.

Three pieces.

For 50¢.

:crazy:

SPECIAL: Frog Legs Basil

We decided to eat Thai tonight, and I was really looking forward to one of my two favorite dishes—Basil Fried Rice (do you really think I can remember the Thai name?) or Pad Thai. Except that the special was Frog Legs Basil.

FROG LEGS BASIL.

I haven’t had frog legs in, oh, probably 20 years (I vaguely recall having them one night at Trombley’s when I was quite young, but I can’t remember the exact circumstances), and I LOVE basil, so I thought “Hell, why not?”

NEVER AGAIN.

It was good, but it was such a pain in the ass to eat! There were probably 10 frog legs (amidst the basil, onions, and peppers), and the meat just fell off the bones—but then again, the bones were so small they totally fell apart and I was constantly picking frog bones out of my mouth. Not exactly appealing. Or easy to eat. Or edible with a fork. And it didn’t taste any different than chicken.

Next time? Basil Fried Rice or Pad Thai, thankyouverymuch.

The rabbit died.

R.I.P.

We’ve been faithfully using the Rabbit Corkscrew that the Schwalmlettes got us for our wedding, but a rogue cork threw it for a loop and stripped the gears. Of course, we couldn’t live without that awesome corkscrew (it’s foolproof enough that even *I* can easily open a bottle with little effort!) so we’re planning to buy a new one soon!

Small admission: we actually bought a new one at Bed, Bath & Beyond today, but it didn’t come with the cool lucite storage container that I love…so I think I will return it and buy it instead from Amazon for the same price!

Garage Sales, Part 1 & 2

Garage Sale, Part 1 – April 29, 2006

We had gotten a mailer regarding a community garage sale about two months beforehand, and we were thrilled to take part. We knew our community had a big sale every year, so we wanted to get in on it. Yes, I hate garage sales. If you remember some of the stories from our last garage sale (the best? the woman who wanted a set of towels, but only offered me $1 because they didn’t match her bathroom) you will know that I do not like to haggle. That said, I priced to get rid of stuff—and to haggle. The sale didn’t officially start until 7, but of course, people were out at 6. Things we expected to sell immediately never sold and crap we thought we’d be stuck with sold right away, proving you just never know what people will want.

So people are coming and going and someone says “So, did you know the official community sale is next weekend? It’s always the first Saturday in May.”

What?

Yes, folks. Someone else decided they wanted to have another garage sale, so they got in cahoots with a realtor (who paid for all the advertising, postcards, etc.) to set it up. And it happened to be the weekend before the official sale! We were ticked. I mean, we didn’t want to do this twice! Not that we’d HAVE to do it the following weekend, but from what we heard, it was a BIG sale with HUNDREDS of people attending.

Lovely.

Well, we did pretty well selling stuff (almost $300) but there were some things we didn’t sell that we really wanted to—plus we had forgotten to put out a few things—so we decided to put out a few things the following weekend…or, today.

Garage Sale, Part 2 – May 6, 2006

This time the sale didn’t officially start until 8am, but Tom had duty, so if I wanted him to help me set up, I had to be done by 7…so I was out there at 7. And let’s just say that it was a total waste of time—I never did see the HUNDREDS of people that we were told would be there. I did hear talk of how crowded the front of the subdivision was (the main street) but there didn’t seem to be too much interest on our street. Go figure. Anyway, I made a whopping $9 in the five hours I was out there. Three people came by and were interested in the couch we had for sale—and one guy even said “I have to have it—I just need to go get the cash and I will be right back!” but he never came back and we never sold it.

So come noontime, I had to haul all the crap back into the garage (minus the three small things I sold). And in doing so, I busted the corner off the big mirror we were trying to sell (now Tom has to make a frame for it, and we’ll probably hang it somewhere). And I was cranky, since it was hotter than blazes sitting out there in the sun, plus I’d been up since 5:30 with Tom. PLUS, my ankle started hurting badly, as I tripped coming down the stairs this morning (carrying that huge mirror) and I twisted my ankle. It was okay for awhile but it KILLS now.

Once again this year I say “This will be our last garage sale—ever.” But you and I both know that come next year, we’ll be doing this again.

Stay tuned.

And once again…

So it’s 12:45 and I’m eating lunch at my desk because no one is here. They were gone from probably 10:30-12:00, popped in for 45 minutes to eat lunch and quick do a few things, then left again. Of course, I was busy the entire time doing stuff for them since they were only here a short time. So, seriously, how do they expect me to take a “real” lunch if no one is here????