going to the chapel of love

My mom loves to knit and she knitted (and sewed) the dress above for my wedding.  She said she was bored and that she wouldn’t be offended if I don’t wear it.  She’s had a lot of time on her hands and it was something she wanted to do.

I was scared when she said she was making me a dress.  All I could think about was being in kindergarten and wearing this thing she made me that wasn’t…so…nice.

But this dress?  Is pretty.  I have no idea what it will look like on me, but it’s got this great vintage look to it.  The layer underneath the knitting is satin, I’m assuming.  I think she did a kick ass job.

Thanks, Mom!

Free Toilet Paper

I was printing out some coupons and realized that I haven’t paid for toilet paper since about mid-December.

My Kroger doubles coupons and fortunately for me, they have a four pack of Cottonelle for $0.99.  Since my $0.50 coupon is always doubled, I get them for free.

This has been the bestest deal ever.  I’ve gotten about 15 or so four packs for free, which is really helping me with trying to save some money.

i just called to say i love you

Dear Verizon,

I honestly don’t understand why you insist that I speak the information, rather than enter it into the keypad!  I usually end up having to repeat the information, not to mention that none of the options you presented me with are the ones I want.

So, I hit zero.  If you’ve spent any time at all calling large companies, zero should take you to the Operator, Verizon. There, you can tell him or her what you need and they direct your call.

What do you do?

“In order to service you better, I’d like to find out what you’re calling about before transferring your call.”

This from a computer generated voice that wasn’t offering me any options I needed.  In frustration, I hit multiple keys that further confused your system.

I’m sorry.  I truly am, but your system is horrible.

Please fix it.  Or have the zero option work.

Sincerely,
Noreen

it doesn’t show signs of stopping

It occurred to me that I never blogged about my holiday season.  For the most part, it was icy and cold, but it was lovely having a few days off of work to relax and sleep.

Angel, even with his Santa hat on, seemed bummed about the holidays for some reason.

Chewy was angry as she did not get a chance with the Santa hat.  We tried, but she’s tiny and was enveloped by it.

We thought it would be cool to buy some shelves and have them serve as our nightstand (one on either side of the bed).  They’re cool, but they don’t hold very much.  Which is good, I guess, since it cuts down on clutter. The Homer head you see on the bottom is actually an alarm clock The Boy’s grandparents gave it to me since they found out that I love all things Simpsons.

During the magical holiday season, Selma was put into “the hole” because she was in heat and kept trying to rape Ling-Ling.

She wasn’t happy and kept trying to escape.  You can see her attempt below.

The one truly great thing we started doing since the holidays?  Cinnamon rolls on Saturday and Sunday mornings.  Due to my Asian upbringing, cinnamon rolls weren’t available at my house.

Free Cosmetic Stuff!!

http://www.cosmeticssettlement.com/

I just got back from Macy’s with my free Sarah Jessica Parker Lovely Body Wash and Armani Code Body Wash for FREE!  One per person and the Code Wash is for The Boy.

You can head over to the following stores to nab your free stuff:
Bergdorf Goodman
Bergner’s
Bloomingdale’s
Boston Store
Carson Pirie Scott
Dillard’s
Gottschalks
Herberger’s
Macy’s
Neiman Marcus
Nordstrom
Parisian
Saks Fifth Avenue
Younkers

They’re doing this for as long as the supplies last or the next seven days (starting from the 1/20/2009). There were no lines when I went although they only had about 5-6 products to choose from.

So, hurry!

you and me baby ain’t nothin’ but mammals

The Boy and I are watching Nature on PBS.
Me: “The polar bears need to fend for themselves.”
The Boy: “They don’t have the medical facilities.”
I laugh.
The Boy: “It’s true.”
More laughter.
The Boy: “Stop laughing!”

the streets have no name

It’s currently -17° right now.   Just to torture myself I decided to check California weather.  They will have a high of 72° in the Bay Area today.

It’s times like these I wonder why I left California for ice crystals forming on the inside windshield of the car, freezing feet and hands, roads that aren’t plowed, a job that pays me less, no In-N-Out, and near slips on the ice.  Okay, one time was a real slip on the ice. I stepped off the stairs and slipped immediately.  I turned back around and thought, I don’t need to go out today.  Screw it.

I mean really, why did I ever think leaving California was a smart decision?

you don’t recover from a night like this

The Boy: “That’s stupid.  They should be able to service you for an hour!”
Me (laughing):  “I’m going to blog this.”

Co-worker: “Noreen, how old are you?”
Me: “Twenty-seven.”
Co-worker: “My tie is older than you.”

The Boy (after kissing me): “Wow, your lips are extra delicious today.”

The Boy and I emailing back and forth one day and then I get an email that says: Is your internet working?

you would kill for this, just a little bit

Me: “Did you shower today?”
The Boy: “Not yet.  I shower before you come home.  That way, I can get the most out of being clean.”

Me: “Are you tired?”
The Boy: “I’m not horrible.”
Me: “What?”

The Boy blows on my face.
I blow back.
He blows.
I blow.
The Boy: “Ow! You got me right in the eye!”

Me: “There’s nothing there to grab.”
The Boy: “Yes there is!”
Me: “Stop!”
The Boy: “Ow! You pushed my finger into the chair!”
Me: “That’s what you get for grabbing my boobies without permission.”
The Boy, sadly: “I didn’t know I needed permission.”

The Boy: “You changed your blog layout.”
Me: “Yeah.”
The Boy: “I don’t really care for it.”
Me: “Yeah, well, it’s not your blog.”

The Boy: “Silly.   You’re silly.  Take off your clothes.”
Me: “What?”

pictures of you

My life, since leaving California.

I moved to Lake Como, Pennsylvania to work at a summer camp.  While pretty, it wasn’t what The Boy and I expected.

We made our way to Fort Wayne, Indiana in early August and moved in with The Boy’s best friend, his fiancee, and their two cats, Chewy and Angel.

The place was small, but Chewy and Selma got along well.

Chewy and The Boy did not.  She kept banging, scratching, and making noises at our bedroom door at 3AM.  The Boy was not happy.

But then, I broke a bone in my left foot. That really sucked, but I’m all better now.  I’m sorry the picture is so gross.

We moved to a new place at the end of October. The Boy and I had our own closets and we finally had our own washer and dryer in the unit. Easy access to laundry appliances is awesome.

Angel didn’t really like the place and ended up hiding in the sofa until he felt more comfortable in his new surroundings. 

The guinea pigs LOVED the new place.  We let them roam around the master bath on occasion and they love the extra play space.

My mom knitted me some throws for my birthday and they’re quite pretty.

This brings us to today and the first snowfall in Fort Wayne.  Angel and I sat in the living room watching it all fall to the ground.

you better check yourself

I have been dealing with the ordeal of ordering checks on-line.  First, I tried ordering them at Wal-Mart because, you know, it’s cheap.  I placed my order on November 2 and they told me I should be receiving it around November 17.   November 18 rolled around and I hadn’t received anything.  My credit card hadn’t even been charged and of course, I started to worry.

I emailed their Customer Service team.  I politely asked where my checks were since I was supposed to receive them the day before. Guess what?  My checks were delayed and hadn’t even been printed.  And they didn’t know why there was a delay!

I canceled my order.  I headed over to VistaPrint, since I needed checks ASAP and would paying an exorbitant amount for expedited shipping.  They have free checks (25 of ‘em) and I ordered some of those.  The shipping on the free checks for 7-day priority shipping?  $14.99!

I should be receiving the checks today.  I went to the UPS website a few minutes ago to check my status and this is what I found:

INDIANAPOLIS, IN,  US

11/26/2008

7:21 A.M.

INCORRECT ROUTING AT UPS FACILITY / THE PACKAGE WAS MISSORTED AT THE HUB. IT HAS BEEN REROUTED TO THE CORRECT DESTINATION SITE

I should still be getting them today, but I needed these checks weeks ago. My ATM card expired on 10/31 and since I moved on 10/31, WaMu will not send me a new card because of my address change.  I have to wait 30 days or head over to a branch office (175 miles away) to request a new card.  So, all I have now are my checks, which I actually don’t have.

Yet.

I apparently won’t have them until 12/1 because UPS screwed up.

everyone’s caught on to everything you do

I’m offically now on of those super cool people who always look busy because I got me a dual monitor set up!

And donuts.

i would kill for the atlantic

California had been my home for 26 years and yet, here I am in frosty, Northern Indiana.  There were quite a few adjustments to be made to the climate here.

• I don’t wear skirts in the winter.  Ever.
• We have to “winterize” the car so it can survive the winter.  I had no idea people did this!
• We can’t leave stuff in the car because it will freeze.  You know what froze in the Bay Area?  The steaks in my old freezer.
• I have to not drive California style these days, which means braking more and speeding less.
• I scrape ice off the car in the mornings, while wearing a waterproof, insulated The North Face glove on just my scraping hand.
• If I’m lucky, there’s snow on the car instead of ice.  It’s much easier to get it off.
• My recently healed foot does not like the cold.
• I regularly drink coffee in the mornings.  Not the Starbucks kind either.  Just the fresh-brewed stuff at work these days to stay somewhat warm.
• I wear knee high socks under my dress pants because knee high pantyhose does not cut it for 21° in the mornings.
• It’s stupid, but I feel like I’m sacrificing fashion in order to stay warm.  You’d think it’d be more important, to you know, stay warm.

As much as it seems like I’m complaining (because I am), it’ll be nice to have a snowy Christmas.  It better snow on Christmas.  I didn’t leave mild weather Calfornia for a non-snow Christmas!

i blame myself because i make things hard

I was reading SeinLanguage to The Boy last night and Jerry mentions that he’s confused about women putting perfume on their wrists.  Apparently, men (in general) seem to believe that women apply perfume to areas that they want men to go to.

Let that sink in for a moment, ladies.

Me: “I put perfume there because it’s a pulse point, so the perfume lasts longer.  Like on your neck or in between your breasts.”
The Boy: “I didn’t know that.”
Me: “Seriously?”
The Boy: “Yeah.  I always thought it was weird that women put perfume on their wrists.  Who’s going to go there?”
Me: “It never occurred to you that there was some other reason why we put perfume there?”
The Boy: “No.  That’s why it was so confusing.”

Is this a global male thing?  Is it?  And if it is, why haven’t I been aware of it until now?

sweet comic valentine

Funny quotes, courtesy of The Boy.

The Boy, while arranging his clothes in the new apartment: “If I’m going to organize my shirts by color, should I do it by main color or sleeve color?”
Me, confused: “Main color?”

The Boy, while talking about Subway sandwiches: “Is six inches going to be enough for you?”
Me: *giggle*

The Boy, while watching Love Actually: “Go after her!  She cares about you!  Care doesn’t bang your best friend or your brother!”

Me, while snapping a picture of his dirty clothes on the bathroom floor: “I’m taking a picture, so I can blog about this later.”
The Boy: “You need to stop that.  I end up looking like an idiot.”
Me: “Well, if you put away your clothes in the hamper that I just told you I put in the bathroom, this wouldn’t be a problem.”