Monthly Archives: September 2005

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I’m a dork.

Front_doorOur front door needed the stain glass window replaced. In my head, this is blogworthy so I proceed to grab the camera when the following conversation ensues:

Me to the window installer: "No, please get into the frame of the door."

(Shy window installer ducks back into the picture. Susie fumbles with the camera and Ashleigh in her left arm.)

Guy in picture: "There isn’t a lot of light, you might want to use the flash."

Me: "Oh, that’s okay. This lens has a low aperture value and will give me all the light I need."

(Hear Andy snicker in the background and calls me a nerd because I use photography language that I barely know)

I continue to fumble with the settings– and take a second picture that doesn’t turn out.

Guy in picture: "Maybe try the fill flash on that thing. I’m sure you can manually pop it up."

I start cracking up because I realize that I have the wrong lens on and my AV will only go to F-stop 5.6… Giggle, nervous laughter.

I shoot another picture with the auto settings.

Me: "Can I put your picture on my blog?"

Guy in picture: "Your what?"

Apparently, he is the last living soul that has not heard of a blog.

Me: "A weblog. It is like a journal on the Internet. My family and friends read it occasionally. What’s your name? I’ll put that, too."

Guy in picture: "Mike. Uh, sure, as long as no one in New York sees it. I’m wanted in New York.

Me: (laughing like crazy!) "OH! You’re the Mike Jones wanted in NYC."

The moral to the story:
I’m a dork. I can’t even hide it a little bit.

When Andy is away…

5_months_2Susie will play.

I have created three scrapbook layouts in the last week. Oh, it feels so good! I have no idea why- perhaps it is because I love the process that scrapbooking takes- choosing  favorite photos to represent a thought, an event, something in your life you want to capture for yourself or your family… or maybe it is simply the playing with paper, glue and doodads. I love it all.

The Nursery

Img_9051 Since we found out we were going to be parents, I have dreamt of having a baby nursery. Andy searched out the perfect cherry sleigh crib on the Internet since baby stores in Montana did not exist except in cities too far for us to drive to on a  Sunday afternoon. Once ordered, we drove 300 miles to pick it up and the perfect matching changing table that converts to a dresser was delivered to our church since it was $40 less expensive than delivering it to base housing.

Andy did not like hello pink for our baby girl’s room, I did not want hello yellow.

We finally found the perfect colors that both of us could live with (strangely like the colors we might see fit in our own bedroom one day). Sage and wine– and yes, for the babies room. There are no cartoon characters that loudly blare "I AM A BABY’S ROOM"- a soft chenille patchwork of Classic Pooh can be seen, if only you gently lean in over the crib.

When we were expecting, Sarah, we had a last minute move to L.A. in the 8th month and you guessed it, not enough time to prepare the walls of the baby nursery. Don’t get me wrong, we had a bumper, quilt, beautiful baby furniture but no painted walls.

Img_9058 As you know, time passes and the painting goes by the wayside as there is no dire need to paint walls for newborns who can’t tell the color of their room anyway. Along we went with mundane white walls. I added small touches here and there to cover for the fact that the walls of the baby’s room were bare, but I still longed for the finished look.

And on Saturday afternoon, we pulled it all together. Andy obliged my longing for a nursery- this time specially made for our second daughter, Ashleigh. I cannot take all the credit for the design (will give that credit to PB Kids), or all of the painting (I’ll take all of the prep work credit though!), but I am pleased.

So is my husband.

And Ashleigh is sleeping in her beautiful crib tonight in her finished room- okay, almost finished. I am awaiting an "a" for the wall.

Andy’s Little Project

Andy completed the Starbucks bag project today. He started collecting these bags three years ago when we moved to L.A. It has become his mission to seek out unique and colorful coffee bags that would eventually become apart of the kitchen decor. Luckily, there is a store on every corner and new bag ever quarter or so, he didn’t have to search out too much.

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Not-so-bald Bean

Sarah’s hair has been doing some growing this summer. In fact, you can see in this picture that she has unruly hair- albeit straight and thin. And she will not let me put any type of barette or elastic band in it to keep it away from her face.

I am not sure where she got that gene from.

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In case you forgot

The year 2005 is a normal year, with 365 days in total (Gregorian calendar).

Truths about Home Depot

Recently, I have frequented my favorite home improvement store as a patron and have been less than impressed by their customer service. During my college years, I worked as a cashier, paint salesperson and at the returns desk at the Home Depot to make ends meet. While I was standing in line, I began to think about my beloved Home Depot, how I always support this store over the other big warehouse home store (I still have stock in the company, that’s always a good reason!) and refuse, yes, outright refuse to go anywhere but the Home Depot, even though the service stinks.

Here are some of the truths about employees and just general store info. at the Home Depot that came to mind:

1. Most of the younger people there are part-time workers. They do not know an extensive amount about any one project but a little bit here and a little bit there. Some will sound very convincing- and perhaps are accurate, but if they were like me, you can learn just by reading the back of the product.

2. The cashiers are usually slow not because they can’t scan the products, but because the product does not have a UPC scan code (it is a loose item from a bucket) or SKU number. There are some products in a three-ring binder that can be scanned, but inevitably, the cashier will have to call the department to get that ever sacred scan code so the patron can pay for the item, thus holding up the line.

3. The employees in the department (that the cashiers are calling to get the scan code) are usually bombarded by customers with questions. The customers will not even know how to complete the project after the semi-informed employee explains three times how to do it, ensuring a second and third trip to the Home Depot. Oh yes, the one phone in the department is almost always ringing because the one person scheduled at the time is busy with a line of customers.

4. If you really want to know how to do something, ask a Homer. This is the guy that usually cannot be located inside the store. He is the guy on the truck making ginormous deliveries- and oh yes, only works M-F from 5AM-2PM. If you are a weekender Home Depot frequenter, forget about locating real genuine, honest-to-goodness experience in the store. They only work the great shift.

5. The lot guys are hard workers. Be nice to them. Some even write lovely poetry for paint department girls.

6. There are clinics that a Do-It-Yourselfer can take right inside the store. They usually run weekly- anywhere from installing ceiling fans to repairing a drywall. Take advantage of these classes. They don’t usually start on time.

7. The call center people have the best job. They sit and answer and redirect the phones. Most of them have worked in departments before landing this awesome spot, and then, they NEVER give it up.

8. The return desk isn’t the nicest of places to visit when you don’t have a receipt. Keep your receipt for everything. And if you are one of those people that bring back dead plants, I say c’mon guys, join the "I-don’t-water-my-plants-club" and admit that it isn’t the plant’s fault that you killed it… and save yourself a trip to Home Depot. If you are returning a toilet, please drain the water and other murk from it. Keys can be recut, but usually if you get the guy that didn’t do it right the first time, chances are, he isn’t going to cut it right the second time. And one more thing, there is an extensive return policy because losers, er, sketchy characters, hang out in the parking lot looking for dropped receipts, pocketing items from inside the store, and returning an item that never belonged to them to get money. Ugh.

Enjoy your trip :)

Sleeping Baby

Ashleigh fell asleep in my arms tonight.

My shoulder hurts now (like this great deep pain to my bone, I think), but I’ll take the pain to have a baby sleep peacefully there for the time being.

Sigh. I’m getting old.

Small world

How’s this for small world?

I took Sarah to the park this morning and began talking to a nice mommy who had a three-year-old. We got through all the basic info such as how old our daughters are and where we live and which one is potty-trained (by the way, it wasn’t mine), and I then decided to introduce myself.

Susie: Oh, by the way, I’m Susie.

Other mommy: I’m Mercedes.

Susie: Really? I had a little friend in first grade named Mercedes.

         Pause.

         Are you my long lost friend Mercedes?

         Pause.

Other mommy: What elementary school did you got to?

Susie: Levi Dickey.

        Pause.

Susie: Oh my gosh, were in Mrs. Olson’s class?

Mercedes: Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssss.

<insert gushing happiness and the heavens opening up with singing!>

Susie:OHMYGOSH!! You are my long-lost-first-grade-friend, Mercedes! We used to drive by your old house and I would always say that my friend Mercedes used to live there.

How fun is that? Reunited after 22 years. Wow. That’s like over two decades. Since I was up near my folks’, I had to dig out the scrapbooks of first grade class pictures. And yes, there she was. And me, too. the 6-year-old versions of mommies at the park.

Very cool. It is a very small world.

Happy Birthday, Robin!

RobinA special birthday wish to my mother-in-law today. Here is to celebrating another year. Happy Birthday!