Thank god this past couple of weeks are over. Although I would love to overshare, I just can't. Let's just say it was a roller coaster of emotions, from stressed, to super stressed, to elated, to super elated, to super stressed again.
And I got my period through this whole thing. THAT. ROCKS.
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
Sunday, April 10, 2005
A week that ended with a cherry on top!
My last 5 days have been hectic! Sorry, internet, for not posting sooner.
Anyway, the best part of the week as delivering a GINORMOUS pile of awards I wrote up for my Jaycee chapter, making me a *wee* bit crabby. Heh. It took me much longer than I ever thought, but at least my daugher and I made it to Lori's to have girl's night of fondue fun with her friend (and mine) Sarah. THREE. HOURS. LATE.
Good thing Lori knows I overcommit myself like crazy. But hour-and-a-half old cheese fondue was delicious, and then we made chocolate fondue with half of a $9 can of cocoa powder and half of a $9- 62% cocoa dark chocolate bar (it read: good for baking and eating. I know which I would have gone for!). And cream, delicious heavy cream. I'm entering into hypoglycemic shock just thinking about it again. YUMMMMY....
It was sinful and heavenly with each delicious bite. And they sent home the monstrous amount of leftovers with Nilla Wafers for Josh to enjoy (as he watched the boys last night). It was awesome lukewarm!
Oh, the best part was getting a belated birthday present. The most cute purse with awesome cherry fabric. I LURV IT!
Friends and fondue rule.
Anyway, the best part of the week as delivering a GINORMOUS pile of awards I wrote up for my Jaycee chapter, making me a *wee* bit crabby. Heh. It took me much longer than I ever thought, but at least my daugher and I made it to Lori's to have girl's night of fondue fun with her friend (and mine) Sarah. THREE. HOURS. LATE.
Good thing Lori knows I overcommit myself like crazy. But hour-and-a-half old cheese fondue was delicious, and then we made chocolate fondue with half of a $9 can of cocoa powder and half of a $9- 62% cocoa dark chocolate bar (it read: good for baking and eating. I know which I would have gone for!). And cream, delicious heavy cream. I'm entering into hypoglycemic shock just thinking about it again. YUMMMMY....
It was sinful and heavenly with each delicious bite. And they sent home the monstrous amount of leftovers with Nilla Wafers for Josh to enjoy (as he watched the boys last night). It was awesome lukewarm!
Oh, the best part was getting a belated birthday present. The most cute purse with awesome cherry fabric. I LURV IT!
Friends and fondue rule.
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
URL Stealers!
So on a whim, way back in 2001, I bought erinandjosh.com. I know...AW. But I bought it with the dream that someday I would marry my beau, and he would be so impressed because we had our own URL for our wedding, and everyone would love our nifty website.
Well, 9 months after our wedding, I am just starting to put together our website. So I go and look at said URL to "ohh" and "ahh" over it and *gasp* someone else's wedding webpage was there. ErinAndJosh.com? E-R-I-N-A-N-D....yep, that what it says. I grab Josh, he looks and yep, it's ErinAndJosh.com. WHAT. THE. FUCK?
So I go to my registry. Log in. It says I own ErinAndJosh.com. Expires in Sept 2005. OKAY???? So I see I can buy webspace for the URL, so on a lark I buy it at that moment (smart thing I did #1). Next I call RegisterFly. And I wait. And wait. And wait. And put my cell phone on speaker and set it down. And continue to wait.
When I finally get a human, after 45 minutes of waiting, I'm not sure the elevator goes to the top floor with this person. After explaining 3 different ways that I have had my URL stolen by some very nice people in Connecticut, who have no idea what the rage that is building up here in the hinterland, this dim bulb puts me on hold to investigate. While she is gone I go back and flip to a control panel for my account on my registry's website and suddenly the URL DISAPPEARS from my list! And, at that moment that my mouth hits my knee, she gets back on the phone and says I should "refresh my screen" to see the information updated. I tell her no way, because the URL just disappeared and now...I. AM. PISSED.
I ask her to explain to me how that happened and she says (and I quote) "Uh...not sure."
I say, "What do you mean you are not sure? How could I have bought webhosting for ErinAndJosh.com through your service an hour ago, if your system didn't think I owned that domain?"
Again, "Uh...not sure."
Now my friends who know me, know my lifecycle of anger. It starts with annoyed to angry to pissed to fuming to this quiet, cool kind of white hot RAGE. I'm convinced that this demeanor could possibly scare Satan into believing in the big J-C. And I'm getting close at this point with this person. This miserable excuse for a thinking breathing human. Okay, she sniffles, so I know she breathes. But thinking is a whole other deal.
After I let loose on her, Dimbulbia mumbles to call back tomorrow when her manager is in. Yeah, right...and wait for another 45 minutes to talk to her Double Mint Twin. So I ask her for her manager's name (Barb) and how to dial her directly. (smart thing I did #2) So I immediately called BARB and let her know that I am extremely displeased with the current situation, and that I expect her to call me back tomorrow. WITH A SOLUTION.
Let the games begin, because IT'S ON!
Well, 9 months after our wedding, I am just starting to put together our website. So I go and look at said URL to "ohh" and "ahh" over it and *gasp* someone else's wedding webpage was there. ErinAndJosh.com? E-R-I-N-A-N-D....yep, that what it says. I grab Josh, he looks and yep, it's ErinAndJosh.com. WHAT. THE. FUCK?
So I go to my registry. Log in. It says I own ErinAndJosh.com. Expires in Sept 2005. OKAY???? So I see I can buy webspace for the URL, so on a lark I buy it at that moment (smart thing I did #1). Next I call RegisterFly. And I wait. And wait. And wait. And put my cell phone on speaker and set it down. And continue to wait.
When I finally get a human, after 45 minutes of waiting, I'm not sure the elevator goes to the top floor with this person. After explaining 3 different ways that I have had my URL stolen by some very nice people in Connecticut, who have no idea what the rage that is building up here in the hinterland, this dim bulb puts me on hold to investigate. While she is gone I go back and flip to a control panel for my account on my registry's website and suddenly the URL DISAPPEARS from my list! And, at that moment that my mouth hits my knee, she gets back on the phone and says I should "refresh my screen" to see the information updated. I tell her no way, because the URL just disappeared and now...I. AM. PISSED.
I ask her to explain to me how that happened and she says (and I quote) "Uh...not sure."
I say, "What do you mean you are not sure? How could I have bought webhosting for ErinAndJosh.com through your service an hour ago, if your system didn't think I owned that domain?"
Again, "Uh...not sure."
Now my friends who know me, know my lifecycle of anger. It starts with annoyed to angry to pissed to fuming to this quiet, cool kind of white hot RAGE. I'm convinced that this demeanor could possibly scare Satan into believing in the big J-C. And I'm getting close at this point with this person. This miserable excuse for a thinking breathing human. Okay, she sniffles, so I know she breathes. But thinking is a whole other deal.
After I let loose on her, Dimbulbia mumbles to call back tomorrow when her manager is in. Yeah, right...and wait for another 45 minutes to talk to her Double Mint Twin. So I ask her for her manager's name (Barb) and how to dial her directly. (smart thing I did #2) So I immediately called BARB and let her know that I am extremely displeased with the current situation, and that I expect her to call me back tomorrow. WITH A SOLUTION.
Let the games begin, because IT'S ON!
Monday, April 04, 2005
He Said...
Are you saying that I live life in grayscale? Last time I (was) checked I wasn't colorblind...but that was in elementary school.
Ahhh, I love the title of our blog...it allows me to be brief.
I will leave the "embellishing" to my wife.
Ahhh, I love the title of our blog...it allows me to be brief.
I will leave the "embellishing" to my wife.
She Said...
So I decided that with the soon to be "birth" of our website, ErinAndJosh.com, that I would create this blog. Honestly, I'm not sure why, except I fear that I've succumbed to peer pressure!
And HE is often telling me that I have a different take on what really happened. This is his really polite way of telling me that I make things up. Lie. Fib. Stretch the truth...you get the picture. I like to think of it as embellishing. To add creative or dramatic value. Is that so wrong to want to live a life of technicolor, versus a grayscale, dull existence?
Wait. Don't answer that.
And HE is often telling me that I have a different take on what really happened. This is his really polite way of telling me that I make things up. Lie. Fib. Stretch the truth...you get the picture. I like to think of it as embellishing. To add creative or dramatic value. Is that so wrong to want to live a life of technicolor, versus a grayscale, dull existence?
Wait. Don't answer that.
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