And why is he smiling?
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Monday, July 30, 2007
You know you smoke too much...
...when you stand behind me in line for two minutes at Walgreen's and I smell like smoke when I get back in my car.
Just a thought.
Just a thought.
Friday, July 27, 2007
Breaking My Heart
Today Danny said some pretty hurtful things about Michael Buble. For example, "Michael Buble looks like Matt Dillon with Down Syndrome." I couldn't believe he was saying such awful things to me!
I may have retaliated slightly with a few hurtful comments about his celebrity girlfriend, Kelly Clarkson. Something along the lines of her album sucking and things of that nature.
But my real retaliation is yet another post dedicated to Michael.
Because of all the Matt Dillon look-alike comments, I have chosen to remove the first picture from my previous post.
You all were starting to ruin it for me. I hope you feel good about yourselves.
I may have retaliated slightly with a few hurtful comments about his celebrity girlfriend, Kelly Clarkson. Something along the lines of her album sucking and things of that nature.
But my real retaliation is yet another post dedicated to Michael.
Because of all the Matt Dillon look-alike comments, I have chosen to remove the first picture from my previous post.
You all were starting to ruin it for me. I hope you feel good about yourselves.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Everything
I absolutely LOVE Michael Buble. Love, love, love him. The concert was amazing and he is SO DREAMY! You may not think much of him if you were to just see a picture, but once you see him perform you can't help but fall in love. Literally fall in love with him. Like I want to marry him and have his children. I'm not kidding.
I've become slightly obsessed. Ok, ok, REALLY obsessed. It's actually kind of frightening. I haven't listened to anything else since last Tuesday - in my car, on my iPod, in my house - all Michael Buble. I spent one evening (ok, two) watching videos of him on YouTube. I bought a live CD that came with his PBS concert special on DVD with "backstage footage". I may have watched most of it twice. I also found out that I didn't have his first CD because they don't sell it on iTunes. Crazy, right? So of course I went and bought that too. I LOVE HIM.
My sister, Julie, was in town for the week and came to the concert too. She was already aware of how incredibily loveable Michael Buble is and, I admit, was a bigger fan than I to begin with, but I'm pretty sure I far surpassed her in the end.
My favorite part of the week was when Annie, Julie and I were waiting at a campsite the rest of the family to show up and she gave Annie and I a classic performance of Michael's "Everything". This wasn't the first performance of the week, but the first (and last) that we were able to get on video.
You should all love him too - amazing singer, brilliant performer, wonderfully funny, delightfully handsome - you won't regret it.
I've become slightly obsessed. Ok, ok, REALLY obsessed. It's actually kind of frightening. I haven't listened to anything else since last Tuesday - in my car, on my iPod, in my house - all Michael Buble. I spent one evening (ok, two) watching videos of him on YouTube. I bought a live CD that came with his PBS concert special on DVD with "backstage footage". I may have watched most of it twice. I also found out that I didn't have his first CD because they don't sell it on iTunes. Crazy, right? So of course I went and bought that too. I LOVE HIM.
My sister, Julie, was in town for the week and came to the concert too. She was already aware of how incredibily loveable Michael Buble is and, I admit, was a bigger fan than I to begin with, but I'm pretty sure I far surpassed her in the end.
My favorite part of the week was when Annie, Julie and I were waiting at a campsite the rest of the family to show up and she gave Annie and I a classic performance of Michael's "Everything". This wasn't the first performance of the week, but the first (and last) that we were able to get on video.
You should all love him too - amazing singer, brilliant performer, wonderfully funny, delightfully handsome - you won't regret it.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Friday, July 13, 2007
HP
I saw Harry Potter last night and loved it. For some reason I always think the movies are going to be lame (which doesn't make sense because I've read all the books and don't think they're lame) but end up really enjoying them.
I just have to say that I love Ron. I think he is hilarious. Plus his weird facial expressions have calmed down which makes him easier to watch.
There's nothing witty or clever to say; I just liked it.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Doesn't Get Any Better
The original pink Starburst is the best flavor. Hands down.M&M/Mars can keep trying to come up with something new, but their efforts will be in vain.
Monday, July 09, 2007
Blue Box from Hell
I think Ikea has some sort of magical power. Once you step inside those giant blue walls, all common sense and frugality disappear and you just throw everything you see into your cart. The word "budget" loses all meaning.
Let me start from the beginning. I have a dresser. My dresser is too small. I have a bookshelf. My bookshelf has served me well, but isn't very stylish.
I had seen a book shelf at Ikea that you could put doors on so I thought I would buy that, put doors on the bottom to store clothes in and leave the top open for books, pictures, etc.
That's all. One bookshelf was the plan. Well, this is what really happened.
Bookshelf? Check.
Really cute duvet? Check.
New set of sheets to match the new duvet? Check.
New pillow cases to match the new sheets to match the new duvet? Check.
Shoe drawers? Check. (It would solve the shoes all over the closet floor problem! C'mon!)
Boxes to store my movies under my bed? Check.
I thought that was it. A few more items than I had anticipated, but no big deal. Wrong. On the way out one of the last things I saw was a dresser. A lovely dresser that happened to be the exact color of the new bookshelf I was buying. I debated, but Lindsay's argument that I could sell my old furniture online tipped me over the edge.
New chest of drawers? Check.
Over $500 later and we were on our way.
I got home, excited about the purchases and ready to get to work. First, I opened the bookshelf box only to find that it was the skinnier version of the one I really wanted. Bummer. On to the dresser. Lindsay opened the dresser box only to find that the side panel was a mess of shattered wood. No longer a bummer - more along the lines of anger. It was 9pm; the store was closed.
Ikea Day 2. I packed up my car and headed out at 9:45am to make sure I was there right after opening. While wandering around the warehouse looking for the correct bookshelf, I happened upon some nightstands - which got me thinking...I can't sell my old dresser without the nightstand, but I can't just not have a nightstand. Oohh, look at this one. It matches the color of my new bookshelf and my new dresser perfectly.
Nightstand? Check.
With the nightstand, correct bookshelf and replacement dresser in hand, I went back home for my very own version of the New Yankee Workshop.
The nightstand flew together. The bookshelf started out great but got a little rough towards the end when putting on the doors. Good thing Lindsay is a wizard with the drill and was able to make it all work. Last, but not least, the dresser. We opened the box only to find that it was the WHITE version of the dresser I wanted. Skip bummer, skip anger, let's go straight to irate. I packed up the dresser, yelling about how much I hate Ikea the whole time, and headed back down to Draper for my third trip to Ikea in 2 days.
Meanwhile, Lindsay packed up the power tools and some under-the-bed boxes to assemble in the car. Let's not even talk about all the dangers of this situation.
After waiting in line, I finally got to the return counter. I explained my situation (that I'd already been there once today to exchange the shattered dresser that I purchased while I was there the day before) and was told that the computer was showing there were only five left and it may take up to 30 minutes for a worker to pull it and bring it to the counter. Could I go get it myself? Nope; not allowed.
It also turned out that the lady at the return counter from that morning didn't do any paperwork on my exchange, so the item I now had was a different price than the one I originally purchased. Perfect.
Red-headed, curly-haired afro guy finally came (with an "I hate my job" look on his face) to pull the item from the warehouse. He went, came back empty-handed, and said that they were out of stock. Cue anger. The nice lady at the counter checked the system again and confirmed that they were, in fact, out of stock. When will the next shipment come in? Well, there's no exact date, but most likely in 5 weeks. 5 WEEKS!
She "recommended" that I bring back the whole set (I was only exchanging box 1 of 2), get a refund, and come back in 5 weeks. This would require me going home, getting box 2 and coming back AGAIN. No thanks.
In my frustration I turned to Lindsay and demanded she go check the shelf. Seeing the anger in my eyes she disregarded the fact that I demanded her to go, went, came back and said that there are about 12 on the shelf. There was hope.
The lady behind the counter could sense my frustration (or maybe it was the fact that I said, "I'm getting really frustrated" out loud) and asked her manager if I could go get it myself. Nope; still not allowed.
Manager: What does the computer say?
Worker: Out of stock.
Manger: Well, then we don't have anymore.
Me: NO. She just checked and there are several boxes.
Manger: Did you call upstairs to have someone come pull it?
Worker: Yes, like 5 times. No one is answering.
Manager: Call again.
Me (to Lindsay): Can you go stand by it so no one takes it?
Manger: Yeah, you might want to because it could very well be gone by the time we get to it.
*Note: Not the way to make an already angry customer feel better.
Worker: Someone is going to get it right now.
Lindsay ended up having to guide the Ikea employee to the right location, but I got it! We opened the box right there to make sure it was the right one and not damaged. Everything checked out and I walked out of the big blue building vowing to not return for a long, long time.
I had to rearrange my room to make it all work, but I like it. I don't have everything put away, but for the most part it's done.
Was it worth it all? I'm not quite sure.
Let me start from the beginning. I have a dresser. My dresser is too small. I have a bookshelf. My bookshelf has served me well, but isn't very stylish.
(Please see exhibits A & B below.)
I had seen a book shelf at Ikea that you could put doors on so I thought I would buy that, put doors on the bottom to store clothes in and leave the top open for books, pictures, etc.
That's all. One bookshelf was the plan. Well, this is what really happened.
Bookshelf? Check.
Really cute duvet? Check.
New set of sheets to match the new duvet? Check.
New pillow cases to match the new sheets to match the new duvet? Check.
Shoe drawers? Check. (It would solve the shoes all over the closet floor problem! C'mon!)
Boxes to store my movies under my bed? Check.
I thought that was it. A few more items than I had anticipated, but no big deal. Wrong. On the way out one of the last things I saw was a dresser. A lovely dresser that happened to be the exact color of the new bookshelf I was buying. I debated, but Lindsay's argument that I could sell my old furniture online tipped me over the edge.
New chest of drawers? Check.
Over $500 later and we were on our way.
I got home, excited about the purchases and ready to get to work. First, I opened the bookshelf box only to find that it was the skinnier version of the one I really wanted. Bummer. On to the dresser. Lindsay opened the dresser box only to find that the side panel was a mess of shattered wood. No longer a bummer - more along the lines of anger. It was 9pm; the store was closed.
Ikea Day 2. I packed up my car and headed out at 9:45am to make sure I was there right after opening. While wandering around the warehouse looking for the correct bookshelf, I happened upon some nightstands - which got me thinking...I can't sell my old dresser without the nightstand, but I can't just not have a nightstand. Oohh, look at this one. It matches the color of my new bookshelf and my new dresser perfectly.
Nightstand? Check.
With the nightstand, correct bookshelf and replacement dresser in hand, I went back home for my very own version of the New Yankee Workshop.
The nightstand flew together. The bookshelf started out great but got a little rough towards the end when putting on the doors. Good thing Lindsay is a wizard with the drill and was able to make it all work. Last, but not least, the dresser. We opened the box only to find that it was the WHITE version of the dresser I wanted. Skip bummer, skip anger, let's go straight to irate. I packed up the dresser, yelling about how much I hate Ikea the whole time, and headed back down to Draper for my third trip to Ikea in 2 days.
Meanwhile, Lindsay packed up the power tools and some under-the-bed boxes to assemble in the car. Let's not even talk about all the dangers of this situation.
After waiting in line, I finally got to the return counter. I explained my situation (that I'd already been there once today to exchange the shattered dresser that I purchased while I was there the day before) and was told that the computer was showing there were only five left and it may take up to 30 minutes for a worker to pull it and bring it to the counter. Could I go get it myself? Nope; not allowed.
It also turned out that the lady at the return counter from that morning didn't do any paperwork on my exchange, so the item I now had was a different price than the one I originally purchased. Perfect.
Red-headed, curly-haired afro guy finally came (with an "I hate my job" look on his face) to pull the item from the warehouse. He went, came back empty-handed, and said that they were out of stock. Cue anger. The nice lady at the counter checked the system again and confirmed that they were, in fact, out of stock. When will the next shipment come in? Well, there's no exact date, but most likely in 5 weeks. 5 WEEKS!
She "recommended" that I bring back the whole set (I was only exchanging box 1 of 2), get a refund, and come back in 5 weeks. This would require me going home, getting box 2 and coming back AGAIN. No thanks.
In my frustration I turned to Lindsay and demanded she go check the shelf. Seeing the anger in my eyes she disregarded the fact that I demanded her to go, went, came back and said that there are about 12 on the shelf. There was hope.
The lady behind the counter could sense my frustration (or maybe it was the fact that I said, "I'm getting really frustrated" out loud) and asked her manager if I could go get it myself. Nope; still not allowed.
Manager: What does the computer say?
Worker: Out of stock.
Manger: Well, then we don't have anymore.
Me: NO. She just checked and there are several boxes.
Manger: Did you call upstairs to have someone come pull it?
Worker: Yes, like 5 times. No one is answering.
Manager: Call again.
Me (to Lindsay): Can you go stand by it so no one takes it?
Manger: Yeah, you might want to because it could very well be gone by the time we get to it.
*Note: Not the way to make an already angry customer feel better.
Worker: Someone is going to get it right now.
Lindsay ended up having to guide the Ikea employee to the right location, but I got it! We opened the box right there to make sure it was the right one and not damaged. Everything checked out and I walked out of the big blue building vowing to not return for a long, long time.
I had to rearrange my room to make it all work, but I like it. I don't have everything put away, but for the most part it's done.
Was it worth it all? I'm not quite sure.
Friday, July 06, 2007
Dear John
How much do I love Amanda?! My sister-in-law made my day by posting these photos she found in a magazine.
Dear John Krasinski,
I know that you're famous and everything and could get any girl you wanted, but I thought maybe you'd like to be my boyfriend...or husband. I dig the tall, skinny guy thing (even though I'm short and chubby myself) and would have no problem moving to California. So what that I've never met you and have no idea what you're actually like. I've seen you on TV and that's basically reality, right?
Think about it.
Love,
Stephanie
Dear John Krasinski,
I know that you're famous and everything and could get any girl you wanted, but I thought maybe you'd like to be my boyfriend...or husband. I dig the tall, skinny guy thing (even though I'm short and chubby myself) and would have no problem moving to California. So what that I've never met you and have no idea what you're actually like. I've seen you on TV and that's basically reality, right?
Think about it.
Love,
Stephanie
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Warehouse or Barnyard?
I just walked outside and it smells like someone went to the farm, got a truck load of poo, and dropped it off in our parking lot. The stench is overwhelming.
The strange thing is I'm nowhere near farmland. I work in a warehouse, remember?
The strange thing is I'm nowhere near farmland. I work in a warehouse, remember?
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