Monday, January 18, 2010

All Dressed Up With Somewhere To Go!

Here's Tyler all dressed up and watching the news, seeing that the traffic on this Monday morning was a bit crazy. So...out the door he went, while I stayed home (only because it's a holiday...darn the darn!) He was on his way to his first day of a new job!

It started with an email forwarded to me on Friday from my co-worker, which I then forwarded to Tyler. Tyler responded to the original email and then, only 24 hours later, Tyler had been offered a job with the Utah Taxpayers Association. YEAH! Tyler had done some contract work for them last summer, but now, he's a full-time, salaried, and insured employee!!

We seriously feel so blessed. We had been praying...and our prayers were answered.

Friday, January 15, 2010

I Dialed: 1-877-313-4788

Dell Customer Service: Thank you for calling Dell. How can I help you? (Said with a thick Eastern accent)

Me: Hi. I can't get my computer to turn on.

Dell: Okay. No problem. I can help you with that ma'am. What happens when you try to turn on your computer?
Me: Nothing. It doesn't do anything.

Dell: Okay. No problem. I can help you with that ma'am. Try pressing the power button and holding it down for a few seconds.

Me: Okay.

I press the power button and see an orange light flicker on the right side of my keyboard. The light doesn't stay on and the computer doesn't turn on.

Me: Okay. I did that. Nothing happened.

Dell: Okay. No problem. I can help you with tha ma'am. Can you see a light on your powercord?

Me: One second. Let me see.

I turn to Tyler and ask him to pick up my cord to see if the light is on. Tyler walked over where the powercord was snaked back beside the couch and behind the end table. He picked up the cord. He showed me the cord. No light.

Me: Um. I don't see a light on it.

Dell: Okay. No problem. I can help you with that ma'am.

And then, Tyler gets my attention by showing me the powercord....the PLUG of the powercord. It hadn't been plugged all! We both start laughing!!!

Dell: Okay.This is not a problem ma'am. I can help you. Can you...(he was still talking, but I was laughing too hard to hear what he was saying.)

Me: Thank you for your help. Good bye!

Turns out the little orange light that had been flickering when I pressed the power button was the battery indicator light. Oops. You live you learn.

Thank you for your help Dell Customer Support!

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Dear Mom,

The saying "Saturday is a Special Day" is more true now than ever! Yesterday really was a Special Day! I loved every minute of it! I know that most people would have thought of it as just a plain old Saturday of hanging out, eating, organizing, scrapbooking, and running a few errands. To me, it was all of those things but more!

The day was wrapped with conversation both spoken and unspoken. Moments of learning, sharing, and laughing. When I'm with you I get to soak up your energy and amazing example. How lucky am I?

Thank you for always setting aside time for me. Thank you for dropping everything the minute I say I can come down and scrapbook. Thank you for making cookies. Thank you for helping me get all of my scrapbook stuff organized. Thank you for helping me to see my own creativity and showing me how to put it all down on a scrapbook page. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for being my mom...and my friend.

I love Scrapbook Saturdays...and you!

Your daughter,


p.s. Thanks to Tyler for suggesting I spend the day with my mom! Thanks to my Dad for fixing my computer! I have the BEST men in my life...don't you think?

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

A Shoe Saga

I'm wondering, have you ever organized your closet and discovered a pair of shoes you had completely forgotten about? They are cute, hardly worn. You discover them and think, how did those perfect little black pumps, ideal for pairing with black slacks and a cardigan on a cold January day, get pushed so far back in the closet that I totally and completely forgot about them? These must be moved to the front of the rotation. They've got to get some time in the lineup. I'm sure I didn't pay good money for these to hang out with the ridiculously bright pink sandals I bought for that cruise and only ended up wearing once. Yes, these are too good to not be worn.
And just like that, you move them to the frontlines. Ready for action.

A few days later it just happens to be that cold January day when you need to pair some great heels that are not too high or stelleto-ish (you might slip in the snow or on the ice) and have a closed toe (wouldn't want to get your feet wet when it's freezing outside!) with those black slacks and cardigan.

Ah ha! The forgotten pumps you just rediscovered. You slip them on as you run out the door and you think to yourself, these are so cute and look so great! Again, why did I forget about these little puppies?

Work is work and you are up and down and up and down from your desk to the copy room, to your desk, to the bathroom and back to your desk. Over and over and then...Noon! Lunch time, my friends. You jump to your feet, grab your coat and bag and head for the door. owe. Owe. OWE! What is going on?

And that is the precise moment when you suddenly remember why these stupid little shoes were clear in the back of the closet! They hurt your feet. They dig into the tops of your feet like a razorblade. They make your arches pound. Your heels ache. Seriously...these shoes suck!!!

You make it through lunch, even after you have to walk further than desired to your eating establishment. You smile. You wouldn't want anyone to think you were "one of those girls." You know the type – the girls that wear things just to look stylish. No way! You are NOT a ditsy blonde that is a victim to fashion!

You are so happy when you get back to your desk where you decide to not print anything you are working on until the next day and you are definitely regretting the three glasses of ice water you downed at lunch. You are not going to jeopardize your feet any further until you absolutely have to. That is in four more hours. You grimace, but press on. And then the bell strikes 5:00 p.m.! Tears almost flood your eyes you are so happy and grateful for this treacherous day to be over.

Hobble. Limp. Whimper. You finally make it to your car and you feel relief is truly in sight. You drive 10 miles and all you have to do next is get out of your car and walk into the house. Your feet are throbbing so bad you wonder if anyone would care if you just hung out in the car. Maybe you should call your husband and ask him if he's been wanting to give you a piggy-back ride ('cause I'm sure that is exactly what he's been wanting to do all day long...just waiting anxiously for your offer)?

Okay - okay. You debate your options and finally decide to just walk into the house yourself. Hobble. Limp. Whimper. Gasp! You think at this point you should just name your shoes Hitler, or Osama, or Satan....anything along those lines is how you feel about now.

And then, FINALLY, you walk through the door and rip off the ugly, black torture chambers you've been sentenced to walk in for the past 9 hours, and throw them on the ground!! You look around for someone. Anyone. For sure whoever just watched you barrel through the door is going to want to hear your shoe store. You just want some sympathy and a serious foot rub. Uh - no one's home! That stinks!! Oh well, you hang up your coat, pick up the aforementioned black items, walk to your bedroom, and place the items right back where you found them a few days before!

Okay, seriously, am I the only one that does that? If they hurt so bad get rid of them, right? Oh no, not me. I think, huh, maybe they won't hurt so badly next time. Maybe if I wear them with a skirt instead. Ya. That's it. I'll give them a rest and find them again in the Spring!

New Year’s Resolution: Give all "forgotten" shoes to D.I. or...better yet...throw them in the trash!! If you wear a size 5 1/2 and the shoes hurt your feet, chances are someone else with the same size is going to find discomfort in them as well.

As soon as I can walk again I am bound and determined to grab those black pumps (and the bright pink "cruise" sandals) and toss them once and for all!!

Here's to always having happy 10 (toes that is) in 2010!

Sunday, January 3, 2010

New Years...

Tyler and I celebrated New Years Eve Day at a movie with some of my family...The Chipmunks: The squeakquel. Definitely a kids show. Tyler was so not excited, but, in the end, admitted it was a cute show. Oh, he liked Theadore the best!

We later had dinner with just my parents, opened our Christmas gift from them (Remember? We were in Idaho on Christmas!), played Scrabble, and...yes...did some pedicures and manicures!! Tyler for sure got the most pampering! But he needed it the most!!

Later we watched a little bit of the New Years Eve countdowns on TV (Our fave being the guy that jumped his car across the bay in California, landing on a barge! My heart was racing! Get it?)

And then, at 10 o'clock...I mean Midnight EST...we rang in the New Year - 2010! None of us wanted to wait until 12 p.m. so we celebrated with the East Coast! Nothing wrong with that. Had fun celebrating, home before all the crazies were out on the roads. We're so darn smart!!

Happy 2010!!!