Archive | July, 2010

Computers are NOT for Babies.

29 Jul

Jackson is enthralled with my computer. Every day, I tell him, “Computers are not for babies,” but he doesn’t seem to care. This is how it usually goes:

First, he asseses the situation.

Then, he formulates his plan.

The smile is his distraction mechanism.

He thinks he’s sneaky.

Keeping his eye on the goal.

Pretty proud of himself.

He thinks he’s succeeded.

One last launch forward…

Silly boy. But he’s so cute- how could I be upset? 🙂

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Wedding Central

15 Jul

My life is being overtaken by weddings.

Some things up front, before I start this post:

  1. I love weddings.
  2. I love the people in my life that are getting/have gotten married.
  3. This is in no way derogatory to weddings I have been in/plan to be in.

Leah & I talk often about how we should be professionals at weddings by now. I wish I had photos on this computer of all the weddings I was in when I was little. See, my parents were Sunday School teachers for the “Singles” class at church (which sounds like a dating service, but really amounted to college twenty-somethings and the awkwardly old, yet unmarried people in the church). When all of these people finally got around to getting married, Meredith & I happened to be the perfect ages (and since she’s so tiny, we were about the same size) to be flower girls in everyone’s weddings.

Being a flower girl has all sorts of perks, unlike being a bridesmaid. When you’re a bridesmaid, you have to pay for your own dress (which you more than likely will hate), buy multiple presents, spend time with other friends of the bride whom you don’t know, or don’t know well, and go to all the dressy functions.

As a flower girl, your mom buys you a dress that (in your mind) only a princess would ever get to wear. You get dressed up on the day of the wedding and (usually) get some sort of gift for being in the wedding. People fawn over how cute you look and you get tons of pictures taken. You get a basket of flower petals that you get to throw out as you walk down the aisle and everyone “Aw”s over how cute you are, and then you get to stand right next to the bride in all of the pictures. Afterwards, you go to the reception and your mom gives you as much cake as you want as a reward for being “so good!” It’s awesome.

With this arsenal of experience, I will relate some of my ideas as to wedding do’s and don’ts.

DO:

  • Hire a professional photographer. There’s nothing worse than crappy pictures taken from the front row of a wedding as the only thing you have to frame in your house.
  • Realize that there is no “one-size-fits-all” dress. Perhaps you’d like to pick a color palate and let your bridesmaids choose the dress that is best suited for their body type. Unless you’re trying to make them all look ugly so you, as the bride, look hotter. If so, I support you and will wear whatever you want me to. It is your day, and karma’s a bitch.
  • Stock your M-O-H’s pockets with candy with which to subdue the flower girl during the wedding. Saw this done earlier this summer- and she was a jewel. Pure genius, I say.

DON’T:

  • Have a bridal party of epic proportions. There’s nothing tackier than a bride and groom flanked by 24 bridesmaids/groomsmen on either side. You don’t have to have your 2nd cousin twice removed in your wedding party when you’ve only met once.
  • Let the pastor give a huge sermon. You’re there to get married, and that’s what people are there to watch. No one wants to hear a 45 minute lecture on 1 Corinthians 13. We know what it says. You love each other. Let’s go eat.
  • Do that awkward thing where the guy who catches the garter puts it on the leg of the girl who caught the bouquet. It makes me nervous just thinking about it. It’s awkward to watch, but you can’t look away. For this sole purpose, I go out of my way not to catch the bouquet.
  • Choose flower girls/ring bearers who have behavioral “issues.” You’re asking for it by choosing the cute but terrifying child who is sure to throw a tantrum when not the center of attention.

Okay, this is all the wisdom I have to impart for now. I will update later if I think of something else. I’m off to try drinking cup of coffee #2 again, because Pacha assumed she was entitled to it when I went to the bathroom. Damn dog. Ugh.

Once a Yooper, Always a Yooper!

6 Jul

This update comes to you live from Bigby Coffee in Wasau, WI! I know, I know, I am supposed to be in Raleigh, NC right now, but apparently the universe had other plans for me.

There are so many stories from the grand adventure that I’ve just experienced, but too many to explain right now, so suffice it to say that I am still proud to be a Carolina girl, I miss my sweet tea & biscuits, but I have a larger appreciation now for lakes, cheese, and Midwesterners.

I know you’re probably wondering why I’m still in Wisconsin, so here’s the story of what happened yesterday:

We got up at 4am on Monday to start driving back to NC and got 15 minutes down the road when McDuffie’s engine started revving on the interstate. The clutch had been feeling funny for a few days, but McDuff is kinda old, so we figured it would be okay. Then all the sudden, no matter what gear we were in, he couldn’t accelerate. We rolled off an exit & tried to get to a back road by a gas station. I called dad and he told me to call Allstate Motor Club to get a tow. This part went fine. I called, gave them my account number, and they sent a towing company, which arrived within a half hour. Tow truck guy took us to Toyota of Wausau, which opened 30 minutes after we arrived.

Everything seemed like it would be okay, at that point. We were the first people in the garage, which gave us preference. Front desk guy, Rob, was also really nice. So I signed a piece of paper that authorized them to take $105 of my money to “diagnose” my problem (not fix it, mind you), and we started the wait.

At this point, I’d been on the phone with my parents about 30 times, and Kit had talked to both of his parents as well. (I also need to mention that I hate having to ask for help, especially from my parents, as much as I love and adore them.) Front Desk Rob started asking me all kinds of questions that I didn’t know the answers to, so I called my dad and let them talk to each other. Naturally, my dad started hard-nosing him about prices & stuff… Which although expected, was still kind of embarassing. But hey, I don’t have $1500, so whatever he can get me out of paying, I will accept.

What I gathered of the problem was that they don’t have the parts to fix my car here in WI. They needed to get them shipped, and they could get Napa parts shipped same day, but dad doesn’t approve of Napa parts in my Toyota car, so he wanted to find other parts. So dad “called his guys” (his phrase, not mine), and magically found parts that he could ship to me by Wednesday.

Dad told me to call Allstate back & tell them that I’d like a rental car & reimbursement for meals & lodging because my plan includes “trip interruption” if I’m stranded more than 100 miles from home. I called & “Adam” (that’s my most disdainful voice) told me that I’m not even listed on the insurance plan. This happened to me last summer & dad called and threatened to switch to AAA and they added me back to the policy, so I am sure that I am listed. I told “Adam” that he was wrong and needed to get me a damn rental car & I wasn’t paying for it, and that if he needed to take that up with “the primary policy holder” then that’s what was going to happen.

So once again, my dad had to come to my rescue and call someone for me because no one recognizes me as an autonomous, legitimate individual.

Long LONG long story short, we got a rental car and I’m saving all of my receipts so they will have to reimburse me for all of my meals.

Now for my social justice rant for the day:

When we were in Chicago, volunteers for the Human Rights Campaign were out talking to people trying to raise awareness for their cause. If you’re unfamiliar with HRC, it is the largest national lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender civil rights organization. They are fighting for things like the repeal of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell (which I’ve blogged about before), gay marriage, etc. The volunteers had information that is not mentioned in the mainstream media. For instance, did you know that in 29 states, you can be fired because of sexual orientation? Well it’s ridiculous, and I think we should all get involved. There are tons of ways, so check out the website if you’re interested.

Light Green Box States that prohibit discrimination based on sexual orientation and gender identity. (12 states and D.C.)

Dark Green Box States that prohibit discrimination based on sexual orientation alone. (9 states)