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Kudos to Oldnavy.com!!

At first, I thought this was a fluke,but since this is the 2nd time it’s happened, it’s obviously standard procedure…

I ordered tons of stuff (we had gift cards! WHOOPIE!!!) for Isaac and a few things for me and Doug. The first order went in Chrismas Day.
I was told shipping would take 4-7 days.
Arrived YESTERDAY.

I ordered some stuff on Wed.
Again, told Shippng would take 4-7 days.
Per UPS tracking, the package will be here

TUESDAY. Would have been here Monday, but there is the holiday, ya know.

Then, we had a mild shipping error. They transposed 2 of the numbers in my house number. that sent hte package across the street to my neighbors. They noticed the error…and I came out because I had tracked the package…and the UPS guy had to make an extra stop.

Oh, well, we got the package.

So, I called Old Navy. They fixed it, called UPS and rerouted the package t hat’s arriving on the 2nd so it comes to my house! Neato!!

I just have to say how amazing this experience was shopping on oldnavy.com. Man. I swear..online is better and better and better!
Whoopie!!

Bookstore debacle #2

The finale of this kind of sums up the experice of this evening. I called my mom and said: “Mom. Please, next time I mention going to Borders or Barnes and Noble to look for a book, please slap me and say “BOOK HOUSE, DAMNIT!!”

Now that you’ve seen the ending, you kind of get a glimpse at what’s to come…so here goes.

Last night at drop in knitting, a woman came in with the most DIVINE fingerless gloves- the yarn does all of the work..and they have a subtle twist and look like they’re knited in entrelac diamonds-but they’re not…, and the book “Not Just Socks” by Sandi Rosner. We drooled. And drooled…and said “OH MY!” My brain went: “Must have that book. Must make those gloves!”

This morning, I dive onto Amazon, and find out that the book would take 3-4 weeks to get. Umm..no. must have it NOW. I’m in a Veruca Salt mode. On the way home from dinner, I decided Isaac andI would stop at the local B&N. Fine. Asked the info desk, and they said:” ummm..I can get the 2nd one, but not the first one. Do you want me to order the 2nd one? The first one is just so hard to get. Just go and order it on line.”

ummm..that’s what I was trying to AVOID. I decined the order, and allowed Isaac to play on the train table.

We left, came home, and Isaac got in jammies and went to bed. I decided to call Borders. Can anyone say “Mistake #2?”

get on the phone wiht Borders, and they tell me the BOOK DOES NOT EXSIST!!!!!!!!

Yeah, right.

I tell them that I have it pulled up on their store online and they should have it.

They’re not the brightest batch…idiot keeps telling me that the doesn’t exist.

Moron.

So, I finally get smart. I make a phone call to Book House. For the uninitiated, Book House is the local, indie book store that is just an amazing place. They hire SMART people and even carry a serious selection of foreign language books. They also have this amazing series of events, book signings and other things. Whoopie!!!

So, I get on the phone with them, and get the sweetest person. She goes into her computer and finds out that the book is SUPER hard to get, because it LOOKS LIKE the book is on its way out of print, even though it was only published on Jan 31, 2005. So, she’s contacting hte publisher, seeing if they have a copy and then if they dont’, they’re going to let me decide if I want to go after it as an out of print book.

See? I should have called there FIRST.
I’m going there tomorrow to pick up a book for my pal.
from here on out, they’ll get all of my book money.

So, NYAH.

you know you’ve been to Starbucks one too many times when

your 2.5 year old says ‘Bye bye coffee!!’ as you pull out of the parking lot.

Does anyone remember this?

Doug and I were talking about this song, and seriously, bless youtube, because here it is. This video has always made me laugh, but gee…from living in CA, the talk of the 110 to the 105 and the streets are just hilarious.

So, just press play.

The day after

We had one heck of a Christmas here.

Christmas with a 2.5 year old is always interesting. He had more fun, and got two tons of his beloved cars. The train table that my mom and dad got him was a HUGE hit. He now runs back and forth from the living room to the mud room playing with all of the cars, trains and other wacko items he got…filling his Muckety Muck with blocks and driving it around, it’s just what he does.

I think the best thing about the whole holiday was just being around here…not travelling, not being 3,000 miles away…all of it. As much as I miss California, it’s nice to be home, and not just have contact via phone. I actually enjoyed being part of the “dysfunction” this year. And oh, man, was it dysfunction. Let’s just say that there were some BIG shocks, and some not so big shocks (my cousin’s socially retarted daughter…) this year..wowers.

We had the share of weirdness from the outlaws. The gifts from the basement were in full force, with a STUFFED PILLSBURY DOUGH BOY that both Doug and I admitted had been in their basement since at least we were dating. Wanna know what Isaac did with it? He said “SNOWMAN!!” and chucked it over his shoulder, a la the kids with the socks in A Christmas Story.

We had a great dinner at Jack’s Oyster House. The lobster bisque is divine. I highly reccomend it. So does Isaac who conned at least 1/4 of my bowl out of me, as well as Doug’s salad. He even ate his whole dinner. Isaac was an absolute joy at Jack’s. Isaac charmed the patrons as well as the staff, saying please, thank you and “all done” to the waitstaff and others. That’s my boy!

I hope I’m as good as my mom when it comes to gifts. I thought the email I sent her EONS ago had gone unnoticed with all of the turmoil, but it didn’t. Last night, I got the most awesome gift…mom and dad had gone and ordred me a swift and a Nostpinde from Dragonfly Turnings. My swift and nosty are made of this beautiful maple, and has the most BEAUTIFUL heart pin of cherry. The Nosty feels like it has just a soul. I can’t describe it, but man, it’s got this “vibe” to it that I can’t describe. I hold it, and there’s just something about it. It’s almost other worldly.

My sis is another “primo” gift giver. This kid nails it every time with everyone. For me, it was Season 1 of Anamaniacs. love those. Come on, West Side Pigeons anyone? Great Wakkarotti? good stuff! For Doug, it was the hallmark “I double dog dare ya” ornament with a copy of the anniversary edition of A Christmas Story. For Isaac, it was a Doodlebops DVD, and this cool remote control car. Isaac adores it. it’s just PERFECT.

So, I went shopping for a few things today, and found the stores a LOT less crowded than I thought they would be. After PT, I went to Old Navy, and got the best stuff. I ordered a few things on line, but today, I went infor Socks for Isaac, and came out with more than that, for less than 40.00. I came out with the following…
1 pair pajama pants for me
1 pair of matching slippers for me
1 sweatshirt for Doug
1 pair stripey jammies for Isaac (he looks SO dang cute in stripes!!)
3 packs cushioned, treadded socks for Isaac that match a BUNCH of his outfits.

Then, from Oldnavy.com, I ordered Isaac (again, less than 40.00)
1 pair painter jeans
1 pair fleece pants
1 pair “Moosing around” jammies

can’t go wrong, can ya? Especially with gift cards.

Then, I had a horror story experience at Toys R us. I’m not going ot post it just yet, because I ended up filing a complaint, more about their behavior than policy, and am wating for the corporate response.

Happy Holidays

Hopefully, Santa Beagle brings you everything you wish for this year.
From all of us here in East Boondock,

Merry Christmas

Late nights in East Boondock

Mom wanted socks for Christmas. She didn’t make the choice onwhat she wanted until oh, a week and a half ago…

so, it’s 11:00, and here I am, watching Grey’s Anatomy (I love my SP9. I so do. I love my SP9 so much, I nominated them for best pal.) and knitting my mom’s broken rib, worsted weight socks.

Since she never gave me measurements, I had to wing it. I keep telling her..she may get them thrown at her, with a “You’re a PITA. Happy Festivus!!” See? Airing of the grievances. Then, I told her that I’d use the old basement presents that Doug’s parents sent us as a weapon in the feats of strength.

Damn. Now I need a festivus pole. High strength to weight ratio.

Ok. Back to k3p1, knitaround ribbing…and the STD episode of Grey’s…

Did I mention I love my SP?

The sweetest sight

is my son sleeping, in his fire engine, on his big Pooh Bear pillow pal, hugging his Irving bear.

stupid, stupid, stupid people!

I never thought I’dbe using a quote from Survivor, but gee..when it fits, use it!

(oh, and if you can identify the survivor that said that classic line, I’ll send you a prize. you must name the survivor and the series.)

So, here we go. I’m officially 40 points dumber than I started out today. I talked to the outlaws 4 times! They bought us a new bed for Christmas, and it’s from IKEA. gotta love IKEA. But I digress…the outlaws wanted to make sure we knew it was shipped, and could not provide a tracking number or ANYTHING for the package, which cost sooo much to ship. (I was appaled at the shipping costs myself. I can’tbelieve what they charge, but that’s neither here nor there.) So, then, after having to answer 90 billion questions about who could help us get it up the stairs, stupid fatheroutlaw asked me if we had gotten the package from UPS. Ummm..Nope. UPS came earlier today with Margot’s pressie, but that was it. He kept insisting that I had the package, and I asked him for the tracking number…and THEY COULDN’T FIND IT. WTF?

Please explain this to me. How can one person send 4 packages (to others as well as us) through UPS and NOT KEEP THE TRACKING!!!

See? Stupid, stupid, stupid people!

So, the jerk finds the tracking, and calls me back (see the IQ points dropping?), and says that “Our UPS guy said it wouold be there tonight. He knows things you don’t.”

HAHAHAHAHAH!!!
So, I get teh tracking number, shove it into the UPS site, and guess where our package is?

SYRACUSE!!!!! (about 5 hours away.)
The sucker will get here tomorrow.

He said “well, it’ll be there by 8:00.”
I said “No, it won’t. I’m not counting my chickens. I’ll call back and tell you that it’s not here. I can pretty much guarantee that.”
he said “No, it’ll be there. they guaranteed me delivery today.”
me: “That’s nice. but it’s not happening.”
I proceed to explain that UPS has already been through today, and they don’t come through the area more than once. that’s the way it works.

we hang up.

So, I take Isaac to Boston Market for dinner, and we come back, and LO AND BEHOLD…No package.
I call, and I tell them their UPS guy is full of puckey. I also proceed to track the other packages and find out where they are, and where they’ve been, much to their amazement.

and then, I make sure that they know that I had to fish ANOTHER postage due package out of the post office, to the tune of 5.00! They then begin their bullcrap routine about people being old and I’ll do it when I get to be 80. No, I wont. Then they start in about how people just get forgetful when they get old. Yeah, right. My gram is over 80, and she’s NEVER sent a peice of mail wrong in her life. That clammed them up hardcore.

I could tell that they were getting disgusted with me because I had made some very good points and basically pointed out their shortcomings (trusting a UPS store instead of the tracking and me for starters) generally didn’t kowtow to their whiney garbage. So, conversation was ended.

Oh, and get this…Fatheroutlaw kept telling me how sorry he felt for me and my torn up ankle. Yeah, stop lying. I could sue your homeowners for this…but I digress again.

Can they get any more vapid and stupid? SAVE ME.

and someone give me something to raise my IQ back to normal.