Luke 2:10
And the angel said to them, "Fear not, for behold, I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people."
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Merry Christmas
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
I'm Lame.
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I made LG hold my hand so that he didn't break anything...but I'm pretty sure I was actually holding his hand for moral support.
I walked in to get a gift card and I walked out wondering what had just happened. I can't really explain it. It just freaked me out.
First off, it was totally crowded, but in a really calm and tech-savvy way. Like a robot-controlled chaos. Amongst all this robotic chaotic control, however, I couldn't figure out where to go to pay for the gift card. I looked around for cash registers at the end of the store, but there were none. Only a "genius bar" that required an appointment.
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Apple Store Employee: "How are you doing today?"
Customer: "I'm amazing! Everything is amazing when you're buying a new Apple product!"
Seriously?!?
That was my cue to leave, so I turned my attention to the front of the store where there was a small sign that said "express". OK. I'll try that, but I'm a little apprehensive because...again...no cash registers. And no actual line. Just a lump of people milling about around a guy with a handheld device that swiped debit cards.
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As I moved up to the front of the
Oooooh. That's the one I wanted.
When I asked the guy with the handheld for the silver gift card instead of the one I had, he informed me:
"Now you do know that the silver ones are only for the Apple Store products and can only be used in-store. The one you have is for apps and media online."
I was too intimidated by the mob of Apple devotees surrounding me to admit that I wasn't aware of that fact and to change my mind so I just said "I know" and continued with the silver gift card when what I wanted was the one I originally had.
How crazy is that?
He proceeded to swipe my card through the handheld device and then remarked that he'd e-mail me a receipt while looking on to the next person in the lump behind me.
My mind panicked...but how will you e-mail me? I don't think you have my e-mail address. And where is my paper receipt? Where is my wasteful plastic bag to haul my gift card in? Why are there 5 different gift cards that have different rules? Where is your giant computer register? Where is the large counter separating us for you to stand behind and for me to set my purse on? All I see is air. Where are all of the tangible things that tell me I have just purchased something from your store????? AAAGGGHHHHH!!!
I decided it best to play it super-cool and avoid asking all of those questions. Instead, I just trusted that this mecca of technology would somehow get my receipt to me and I walked out bewildered.
I called Gumshoe and told him that I'm pretty sure I just purchased the wrong gift card and that I have no clue what happened and that I was too scared to go back.
He said, "That's why we use Android."
Then he said to just save the receipt and he would exchange it tomorrow.
BUT THERE IS NO RECEIPT!!!!!! It's floating around in internet space somewhere!
Anyway...don't get me wrong, the employees were nice and the service was great and efficient. It's just too efficient. Eerily efficient.
I'm pretty sure everyone in that store was an alien.
All that to say...Uncle Robert...you're probably getting the wrong gift card for Christmas. And I'm convinced you are an alien.
Just kidding!
By the way...when I got home, I had a new e-mail. It was the receipt. They're geniuses.
Saturday, December 17, 2011
"Cuh-Ray-Zee" and a long post of random-ness
That's a great adjective for me lately. Not just crazy, but CUH-RAY-ZEE.
And it's not the kind of crazy where you're like "Wow! We've got so many Christmas parties to go to that life is just so crazy!" That's a fun kind of crazy. That's the kind of crazy where you have to figure out how to get to all of those fun parties and deciding what awesome glittery outfits will best accentuate your holiday spirit is the biggest stress factor.
Nope. The kind of crazy I'm talking about is the type where, at the end of it all, there's nothing productive to show for it. It's the kind of crazy where your normally super-predictable and planned out life is completely up in the air and you feel like you're in the front car of the anxiety-thrill-ride-of-doom. That's probably a little dramatic, but we do kind of feel emotionally drained. I'm sure Gumshoe would totally think that the phrase "emotionally drained" is completely wussy. So he is not emotionally drained. He is a zombie of emotions because that sounds cooler.
It's the kind of crazy that, at breakfast the other day, Gumshoe made a silly joke and I wasn't in the mood so I gave him a thoughtful sneer (is that an oxymoron?) to which he said very sweetly: "You're absolutely glowing today!"
Then we both laughed. Because we are laughing at the crazy. It's the best way to deal with crazy.
Is all that ambiguous enough for you? Anywho...let's play a little catch-up, mmmmmkay?
*Home Improvement
The week of Thanksgiving, Gumshoe and I finished painting the main part of the house as well as the kitchen. We also finished the upstairs hallway, which leaves the upstairs bathroom and the master bedroom and bathroom. Then...we're DONE!! Totally done painting every square inch of our home and updating along the way.
Here are some highlights:
Goodbye hideous brass fan, hello new fan with a light (what a novel idea):
Welcome to the chaotic mess that is/was our house:
And here we are, watching paint dry. This moment was such a long time coming that we literally watched the paint dry. No joke:
Neither Gumshoe or I are what you would call "photogenic"...it takes a few pics to get a good one of the two of us. And then it just starts to get depressing because you're like "is that what we really look like?" when you actually had a vision in your mind of the two of you as this amazingly hot couple.
And then you give up and just start to laugh because you're noticing all of the different things you have to do in order to take a decent picture...suck that in, tilt the chin this way, adjust my arms so they don't look too fat, etc. etc. It really is a production.
Enough gawking at the hot couple...here's a little sneaker peaker of the house. It's hard to see the difference in paint color in these pics, but trust me...yellow to grey is a good change. I'll take better "after" pics once the Christmas decor is down:
*Popcorn for Fatties
If you want to ensure you gain those 10 extra holiday lbs...white chocolate peppermint popcorn is a surefire way to do it. Trust me, I tested it out last night! Get the recipe here.
*Festive Christmas Wreath
My mom made this Christmas wreath for me and I LOVE it. Foam wreath, cute ribbon, pretty wrapping paper and a hot glue gun. You are smart and you can figure out how to recreate it, I'm sure:
*Food Poisoning/Bad Santa
I was lucky enough to get food poisoning on two separate occasions this past week. The second time around, both my friend and I got sick, so Gumshoe and I decided to call this particular restaurant so that we could inform them in case there were any special precautions they wanted to take or whatever. The manager was less than nice and implied that I was actually lying about being sick, which would be silly b/c we weren't looking to get anything out of this situation. It was so annoying that we took it up with her district manager. Long story short, here's an excerpt from the e-mail I wrote the district manager to give you an idea of how comical our dinner really was:
"On a side note (and in the interest of valuable customer feedback): the restaurant had hired a Santa Claus to greet the tables and entertain children. Upon approaching the table that my friend and I were sitting at-and it was just she and I, there were no children to entertain-he told us that he had heard we were the "naughty" table and further questioned us as to whether we had been up to anything "naughty" that night. It was a little creepy. I am aware that Santa was probably hired out by a third party and has no affiliation with Salty Iguana, but they may want to hire a different Santa next time."
*Spaghetti Squash
To ensure this post is as random as it can be...I think my new favorite vegetable is spaghetti squash:
It's fun. It's versatile. It's healthy. It's simple. Fix it up with butter, parmesan, spaghetti sauce...whatever! Yum! Try it!
*Climber
And now I leave you with my child perched safely on top of the table...rolling his beloved cars off the edge and denting our wood floors:
And yes, our Christmas tree is in the kitchen. We like the Christmas spirit to permeate every corner of the house. I keep the Salty Iguana Santa in the bathroom.
And it's not the kind of crazy where you're like "Wow! We've got so many Christmas parties to go to that life is just so crazy!" That's a fun kind of crazy. That's the kind of crazy where you have to figure out how to get to all of those fun parties and deciding what awesome glittery outfits will best accentuate your holiday spirit is the biggest stress factor.
Nope. The kind of crazy I'm talking about is the type where, at the end of it all, there's nothing productive to show for it. It's the kind of crazy where your normally super-predictable and planned out life is completely up in the air and you feel like you're in the front car of the anxiety-thrill-ride-of-doom. That's probably a little dramatic, but we do kind of feel emotionally drained. I'm sure Gumshoe would totally think that the phrase "emotionally drained" is completely wussy. So he is not emotionally drained. He is a zombie of emotions because that sounds cooler.
It's the kind of crazy that, at breakfast the other day, Gumshoe made a silly joke and I wasn't in the mood so I gave him a thoughtful sneer (is that an oxymoron?) to which he said very sweetly: "You're absolutely glowing today!"
Then we both laughed. Because we are laughing at the crazy. It's the best way to deal with crazy.
Is all that ambiguous enough for you? Anywho...let's play a little catch-up, mmmmmkay?
*Home Improvement
The week of Thanksgiving, Gumshoe and I finished painting the main part of the house as well as the kitchen. We also finished the upstairs hallway, which leaves the upstairs bathroom and the master bedroom and bathroom. Then...we're DONE!! Totally done painting every square inch of our home and updating along the way.
Here are some highlights:
Goodbye hideous brass fan, hello new fan with a light (what a novel idea):
Welcome to the chaotic mess that is/was our house:
And here we are, watching paint dry. This moment was such a long time coming that we literally watched the paint dry. No joke:
If you want to ensure you gain those 10 extra holiday lbs...white chocolate peppermint popcorn is a surefire way to do it. Trust me, I tested it out last night! Get the recipe here.
My mom made this Christmas wreath for me and I LOVE it. Foam wreath, cute ribbon, pretty wrapping paper and a hot glue gun. You are smart and you can figure out how to recreate it, I'm sure:
I was lucky enough to get food poisoning on two separate occasions this past week. The second time around, both my friend and I got sick, so Gumshoe and I decided to call this particular restaurant so that we could inform them in case there were any special precautions they wanted to take or whatever. The manager was less than nice and implied that I was actually lying about being sick, which would be silly b/c we weren't looking to get anything out of this situation. It was so annoying that we took it up with her district manager. Long story short, here's an excerpt from the e-mail I wrote the district manager to give you an idea of how comical our dinner really was:
"On a side note (and in the interest of valuable customer feedback): the restaurant had hired a Santa Claus to greet the tables and entertain children. Upon approaching the table that my friend and I were sitting at-and it was just she and I, there were no children to entertain-he told us that he had heard we were the "naughty" table and further questioned us as to whether we had been up to anything "naughty" that night. It was a little creepy. I am aware that Santa was probably hired out by a third party and has no affiliation with Salty Iguana, but they may want to hire a different Santa next time."
*Spaghetti Squash
To ensure this post is as random as it can be...I think my new favorite vegetable is spaghetti squash:
It's fun. It's versatile. It's healthy. It's simple. Fix it up with butter, parmesan, spaghetti sauce...whatever! Yum! Try it!*Climber
And now I leave you with my child perched safely on top of the table...rolling his beloved cars off the edge and denting our wood floors:
And yes, our Christmas tree is in the kitchen. We like the Christmas spirit to permeate every corner of the house. I keep the Salty Iguana Santa in the bathroom.
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