Wednesday, December 30, 2009
After working in television news for 8 years, I've certainly dealt with people not liking me. I once had an Indianapolis woman e-mail me, saying she hated the sweater I was wearing, and therefore, she would never watch me again. Perhaps a little dramatic?
But nothing in television ever compared to the hatred dealt by NFL fans. There's a campaign going on in Chicago right now to fire Bears Head Coach Lovie Smith. Fans are raising money and even put up a billboard, saying "Fire Lovie Smith!" Ouch.
I guess they've forgotten he's the Bears 3rd most winningest coach behind Mike Ditka and some other guy. I guess they also forget he took the Bears to the Super Bowl just a couple of years ago. And I guess they forget that he's the only nice person on that team (according to local reporters I know, the players are jerks).
I told Mike how disgusted I was with this, and he said that's why it's the NFL, it's known as the "Not For Long" league. My point is this: you'll have good years, and you'll have bad years. The sign of decent and loyal person is sticking by someone through the bad years, knowing things will get better.
So to you Lovie--congrats on your amazing win the other night! You deserve to rub that in everyone's faces!
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Pops-I've always looked up to you and been so proud. I know you're the best, and now the nation knows it too.
Senate Confirms Crofts As US Attorney In Wyoming
BEN NEARY, Associated Press Writer
CHEYENNE, Wyo. (AP) ― The U.S. Senate has confirmed Christopher A. "Kip" Crofts to serve as U.S. Attorney for Wyoming.
The Senate confirmed Crofts on Christmas Eve. He had been nominated by President Barack Obama after Wyoming Gov. Dave Freudenthal submitted Crofts' name to the White House earlier this year.
Crofts, 67, currently serves as counsel to Freudenthal in the governor's office. Crofts formerly served in the U.S. attorney's office and as director of the state's Division of Criminal Investigation.
Crofts said Monday he will take office once Obama takes formal action on his appointment, which Crofts said he expects in the next week or two.
Crofts said he enjoys working with Freudenthal, himself a former U.S. attorney, and the rest of the governor's staff and has mixed feelings about leaving.
"But on the other hand, I'm looking forward to new challenges and going back into an office where I used to work, and there are some great people there, too," Crofts said. "So it's kind of a bittersweet thing, I guess. New challenges, new direction, that's always stimulating."
The U.S. Attorney's Office for Wyoming represents the federal government in criminal and civil court action in the state. Crofts said he doesn't anticipate making policy or personnel changes in the office.
"I think there is sometimes a little bit of prosecutorial discretion here and there, but I don't plan on making any big policy changes or things like that," Crofts said. "I don't have either the inclination or the authority to do that. Just enforce the law."
Speaking of the existing staff, Crofts said, "There's a cadre of professional lawyers and I know most of them and they're all good people. They used to kind of change everybody and nothing would happen in the office for six months until they got everybody staffed up again. That obviously wouldn't work in today's world."
Wyoming Sens. Mike Enzi and John Barrasso, both Republicans, have supported Crofts' nomination.
"I'm sure he will do an excellent job in this new role," Enzi said. "His accomplishments while practicing law in Wyoming and while serving in the military showcase the qualifications we need in a U.S. attorney."
"His confirmation is good news for the people of Wyoming," Barrasso said. "Kip is a solid choice and will do an excellent job as U.S. Attorney.
According to Freudenthal's Web site, Crofts was born and raised in Lander and graduated from UW in 1965. He served four years as an officer in the U.S. Army and saw service in Vietnam and the Dominican Republic before his discharge as a captain in 1969.
Crofts taught English and social studies at Laramie Jr. High School for two years, and then attended law school at UW, graduating in 1974.
Crofts served as a justice of the peace in Fremont County for four years. He then started working with the Wyoming Division of Criminal Investigation, becoming director in 1981, a position he held until 1990. He worked as an assistant U.S. attorney in Casper and Lander until 2005. He then worked for the U.S. Justice Department as a legal adviser on a Provincial Reconstruction Team (PRT) in Iraq, serving in both Baghdad, and Basra before joining Freudenthal's staff.
(© 2009 The Associated Press. All Rights Reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten, or redistributed.)
Exactly one year ago I was working at a television station in Indianapolis, but I knew my contract wasn't getting renewed. So on January 20th, the same day President Barack Obama was inaugurated and starting his new position, I lost mine.
I then went home to Cheyenne to figure out my next move, and ended up getting a main anchor position. Things were going well, but then the financial bottom fell out at the station.
So finally I moved to Chicago, and after four long years apart, Mike and I ended up in the same city. And before 2009 was even over, I found out that I got into a Master's program and I got a new job. Phew!
All in all, 2009 saw a lot of change, tears and uncertainty. But I realize now, no matter how low things seem to get, there's another door that's about to open.
Here's to 2010. I'll be starting a new job, getting married, and starting a life with Mike. Perhaps there's even a new Chihuahua in our future.
I wish you all the best in 2010 too! Maybe a new job, new relationship, or a new grandchild is in your future. No matter what, a positive attitude will help make it a great year.
Monday, December 28, 2009
Christmas has come and gone, and I say, thank goodness! I started out the holiday with my mom and stepdad visiting Chicago, then I went to Wyoming for a week for early Christmas celebrations, and then I went to Ohio to see Mike's family. On Christmas day, his family squeezes in as much as they can. I need to thank coffee and Cabernet for getting me through!
All that traveling reminds me of the Twelve Days of Christmas--Jeannie style. Enjoy!
On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love sent to me:
Twelve nights sleeping away from home
Eleven upset bellies
Ten slick roads
Nine gifts to re-gift
Eight relatives complaining about my expensive wedding
Seven busy interstates
Six holiday celebrations
Five hours of sleep
Four sneezing and sniffling kids
Three pounds of food eaten
Two times I thought about not having children
And a carsick Chi-hua-hua!
Are you singing it? It's better that way.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
I GOT A JOB!!
I'm still in shock. After 5 months of unemployment, two interviews, hundreds of job postings, and applying for 60 positions, I finally got a job.
I'M GOING TO GET A PAYCHECK AGAIN!
Are you still sitting? Please don't pass out!
This is going to be a great Christmas.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!! I'm heading to Ohio, so I'll be off-line for a few days. Chat soon!
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
I flew back home to Chicago yesterday, and even though it was before the big rush, it was still awful. When I sat in my cramped seat that wouldn't recline, therefore I was practically eating the hair of the passenger in front of me, all I could think was, "Why do we do this?" Is mom's turkey that good?
Nowadays, you practically have to undress to get through security, and it takes 4 bins to hold all my stuff. My potentially dangerous Sweet Pea lotion must be less than 3 ounces, in it's own plastic bag, in it's own separate bin. Then there's ALWAYS someone behind me who's in a big rush, and pushes their bins into mine, thinking that will speed things up. What they don't know is that makes me go slower! (Insert a witch's cackle)
Then I get behind an old man who was exploring his "inner pirate". He has big, gold hoop earrings, and apparently metal in every pocket. So does he remove all the metal the first time he beeps? Of course not!!! It takes three more times!
Also, why do airport bathrooms always stink?
Why do people wait to eat their onion/poop sandwich when we get on the plane?
And why does the guy next to me always have bad breath but insists on talking the whole time?
I'd better go, I need to pack for Ohio!
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Are you ready for a fun game of who looks more ridiculous? Ladies and gentleman, may I present a Wiener dog wearing a Snuggie, and football player Chad Ochocinco in a Snuggie. I just can't decide which one makes me laugh harder.
Let's break it down....
Each one looks incredibly uncomfortable.
Each one goes by a stupid name. I mean, a Wiener dog. Really? And Ochocinco? He loved his football number that much?
And each one is going to have a difficult time peeing. Is there an opening in those suckers?
C'mon, who other than my 1-year old nephews wants to wear a onesie? I get hot in just a bathrobe! We probably all agree the snuggie is a silly idea, but I'm guessing the creator is laughing all the way to the bank.
Friday, December 18, 2009
Okay, I agree that's young, but when you hear this story, is his age really the twist? Not the fact that he's drinking a Keystone Light and cross-dressing?
I watched "18 Kids and Counting" today. I wanted to be annoyed that they have a show just because they have a lot of kids, but the family is so darn cute. And the parents? So patient! How in the world do they do it? The kids are much better behaved than many families I've been around with just two or three kiddos. But if you have 18 kids, aren't the chances that you'll have a black sheep in the family so much greater?
Now I'm watching "Little People Big World." It's about two little people who are married and have three kids. Again, they are the cutest family and you can't help but watch.
But I'm drawing the line. I will not watch "Table for 12", "Little Couple", or "Little Chocolatiers." Seriously? They have a show because they are small and make chocolate?? Strange.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Sheesh! I think I was wearing makeup and driving by them!
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
Me: "Thanks for reading my blog."
Shane: "Yea. It kind of reminds me of Seinfeld."
Me (excited): "Really? That's so cool!"
Shane: "Yea, you know how Seinfeld was the show about nothing? Well your blog is kind of like the blog about nothing."
Sunday, December 13, 2009
As a little girl, I'm not sure if my mom told me I had to, but I also wore a dress when we flew to Kentucky to visit my grandmother. Now, I see young girls and tweeners in their pajamas! I even saw one still in her slippers and holding a pillow. Wouldn't that be embarrassing?? I wouldn't even wear gloves when I was her age.
I also love seeing the different outfit ensembles people put together. Last night I saw a man in a cowboy hat (Awe, back home again!), green sweat pants, white socks, and brown sandals. Wowsers! I'm assuming even if he doesn't own a mirror, he had to at least seen his reflection sometime.
And I saw a 60's-ish woman with curlers in her hair. Okay, so if you decide to leave curlers in when you go out in public, what is the special occasion for which you want curly hair? Staying in??
Friday, December 11, 2009
I tell Mike when we get older, there's no way we'll want to live in the city. I say the suburbs will be perfect when we have kids and an increased need for space. He insists we'll always want the sights, sounds and excitement of the city. But by the older people I've seen here, I'm guessing the "excitement" gets old.
Case in point: I almost had my eye poked out by a cane-wielding woman who wants to be Luke Skywalker in her next life. A car tried to turn while she was crossing the street, so she hit the hood of his car with her cane, twisting and turning it like a great swordsman. She then turned her moves on the crowd, and I had to pull out my best Matrix back arch so I wouldn't get hit.
At the grocery store, people in their 70's and 80's look like they are simply worn out. They're no longer in the mood for pleasantries like apologizing when they run over my toe with their cart. At the checkout, the cashier tells them, "Oh wait, you forgot a bag!" They grunt, roll their eyes, and hesitantly grab the bag. I'm thinking, you bought the stuff, so why are you so cranky?
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Yesterday and today, the Chicago news stations are full of reporters at the airport, near traffic, and on interstate overpasses, showing us "all the angles" of the storm. As Mayor Daley put it, "I'm pretty sure Chicago has gotten snow before."
One reporter talked about the increased sales of snow blowers, and had a customer on who exclaimed, "The bigger it is, and the more gas it takes, the more fun it is!" (He may have inhaled too many fumes.)
And the station put up a graphic so the anchor could read these important safety tips:
* Give yourself extra time in the morning. (Hmmm, in a city of millions, that's good advice!)
* Leave plenty of space between you and the car in front of you. (Not going to happen here.)
* And if you're heading to the airport, pack your patience! (People who work at the airport must take a vow they will use this saying early and often.) But wait, I can pack patience, but no liquid over 3 ounces??
Here's where I think the problem is...there isn't a need for 27 newscasts, per station, everyday. Sometimes there just isn't much going on! This is my opinion...instead of filling time with "important safety tips", just show reruns of The Golden Girls.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Look at what I found in his pile the other day. It's the shirt and vest he wore on Thanksgiving day. It appears he just unbuttoned the top button, and somehow squeezed himself out so the shirt and vest are still in one piece. C'mon, he wouldn't want to waste time unbuttoning the whole thing!
I also find that ALL his socks are inside out, presumably because he pulls them off as quickly as he can. And on more than one occasion, I've washed gum, receipts and Kleenex left in his pockets. I ask him, "Do you ever check your pockets?" "Nope." "Even when you did your own laundry?" "Nope."
I don't mind doing his laundry because I have a nice washer and dryer as part of the bargain. But here's my question...how do they live without us?
Monday, December 7, 2009
I never guessed we'd have this problem. For some reason, our bathroom door won't shut anymore. The fact that we have wind gusts from the lake ripping through the elevator shafts and through our apartment probably isn't helping. Last night, I couldn't hold it anymore, so I finally went. Mike thought it would be funny to sit on the couch and wave to me the whole time, letting me know he could see every move.
I exclaimed, "What am I going to do when I really have to go?"
He laughed and said, "Well, since you're not working, you can go anytime during the day."
Phew! One upside to unemployment.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Big girls don't cry, but big boys apparently do. Did you see this sad face yesterday? It's Tim Tebow, the quarterback for the University of Florida. The team lost their game and therefore, their chances of winning a National Championship. I understand it's your senior year, but really Tim? Crying on national television? One blog is naming him the "2009 Crysmen Winner."
This makes me wonder why men take sports so seriously. When I watch the Buckeyes with Mike, he paces back and forth, screams until the dogs are hiding under the bed, counts to 10 to relieve his anxiety, and constantly repeats to himself, "Serenity now! Serenity now!"
I try to relate to his love of sports by comparing it to my love of shopping. But I can't make sense of it all. Here are some scenarios I'm imagining...
Salesman: "Unfortunately we don't have that in size 8."
Me: "No!" (begin wailing)
Macy's salesman: "I'm sorry ma'am, use can't use that coupon for clothes, shoes or purses.
Me: "No! Serenity now! Serenity now!"
Or when I discover the escalator isn't working in the 8-story Macy's.
Me: "Oh my god, what am I going to do?? Why does it have to be so hard? All I need is a new puffer jacket!!"
So really Tim Tebow, are you regretting the tears?
Friday, December 4, 2009
Is all of this angst for a job interview? Nope. (unfortunately.) A first date? (That would be a hard one to explain to Mike.) A presentation I have to give? (Again, no job interview indicates no job.)
No my friends, I am having a panic attack about shopping on Michigan Avenue in December. I have to get our niece something at the Disney Store which will be a hot mess of stressed parents, excited kids, confused tourists, and people dressed like Donald Duck and Mickey Mouse.
Why, oh why didn't I buy the gift when I was at the tame mall in Canton, Ohio? Nope, I let my future sister-in-law convince me it would go on sale.
But most people love Michigan Avenue, right? You do until you live here. Then it becomes blatantly obvious that no one walks as quickly as you do. Families of 10 like to re-group about their shopping strategies in the middle of the sidewalk. And tourists just love stopping and taking pictures every couple of steps. Can you imagine when they get home? "Look, here's a picture of Nordstroms!" "And look, here's a picture of a homeless guy in front of Nordstroms!"
Wish me luck. If I'm not back in two hours, I'll likely be at the doctor's office getting a prescription for Xanax.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
When I go on walks with my 4-pound black Chihuahua, Bailey, I get a lot of stares. Sometimes I think people believe I'm walking a cat. Or at night, I admit it, she might be mistaken for a rat. Especially in a city where rats are more common than Uggs. But do you think I want to hear that?
Several times, I've heard people snicker, and say, "Look, she's walking a rat!" Perhaps they don't think I can hear them, but I can.
This may seem funny to you, but for me, that's my child, so essentially you're saying my daughter looks like a rodent.
So Chihuahua owners all over the world, let's join together and demand respect for our little dogs! As they say in Beverly Hills Chihuahua, "They Might Be Tiny, But They Are Mighty!!
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
I've been having trouble with my current contact lens solution, so I tried another one that is better at removing proteins. Well, apparently I didn't read the fine print very well...
The first warning says, "Do not use a regular contact lens case with this solution. Use only the one provided." (Okay, I'm thinking it's just clever marketing to get me to use their product.)
The second warning says, "Do not remove lenses from case until at least 6 hours later." (No problem, I sleep for 10 hours these days!)
And the final warning says, "Do not rinse lenses with Clear Care prior to inserting lenses in your eyes." (Oops, guess I didn't read that far!)
So after screaming, thrashing around, and pulling the towel rack out of the wall, I finally got my contact out. But now with bloodshot eyes, I look like a drug user. Sheesh, you'd think it was a Monday.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
I spent a lot of time and effort on my resume, so when you ask me to re-type all of my work experience, references and education, you're wasting my time. Maybe we could end this recession if we do more working, and less filling out useless information.
Have you followed this strange story involving Tiger Woods and his wife? He got into a car accident outside of his Florida home early Friday morning, and his wife smashed the back window to supposedly get him out. This came just a couple of days after a story came out that Tiger is having an affair. So far, he's remained pretty hush-hush, which I can assure you is the WRONG thing to do.
So Tiger, here's some free advice from a former media gal.
* First of all, don't lie to us. You think we're dumb enough to believe your wife was so worried about you, she smashed out the BACK window to get you out of the FRONT? There wasn't even enough damage to make the airbags deploy.
* Secondly, don't remain quiet about this. You're right, it's none of our business, but when you make millions every year because of us, you pretty much give up your right to remain silent. Harsh, but true. You can take solace in your Hawaiian mansion.
* Third, just fess up. We only want to know because you won't tell us. I remember trying to do a story on the city council which was not at all interesting. Then the city councilman avoided me and wouldn't return my calls, so suddenly all I wanted was that city council story. If the councilman had called me back, chances are I wouldn't have even done the story.
So Tiger, if you just admit what happened, we can all move on. And I guarantee by tomorrow, we'll be focused on Britney Spears.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Awe, Home Sweet Home. I never thought a 660 square foot apartment could look so good. After hundreds of miles, and about 16 hours of driving, Mike and I are back in Chicago after our Kentucky/Ohio extravaganza. We first went to Louisville, Kentucky to spend the holiday with my family and celebrate my grandmother's 85th birthday. Happy Birthday Mama Mays! We then went to Canton, Ohio to finish out the weekend with Mike's family. Here are some observations I've made about the holidays/life/traveling. You can probably relate.
* Even though you just eat and travel, the holidays are way more exhausting than cramming for a college exam ever was.
* Michigan drivers apparently make a vow to drive in the left lane and go 10 miles under the speed limit. Always.
* Hardee's is single-handedly contributing to this country's obesity problem, but their mushroom melt is oh-so-good.
* Your dog and a relative's dog will get along fine one minute, but the next they are trying to bite each other's snouts off.
* Older women fart when they go to the bathroom to pee. Always.
* You think you are a better driver than anyone else because you ARE.
* You feel like your family is crazy because they are. But don't worry, you're not alone.
Happy Holidays everyone!
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Mike thinks I'm a hypochondriac, and he might be right. This weekend I was brushing the doggies' teeth, and I noticed Buckeye's gums were swollen and he had a loose tooth. I immediately called the vet, but they were closed until Monday. Dang! Then I called Mike, who was hanging out with friends, and told him to come home immediately. I sobbed, and told him I was convinced Buckeye had gotten a terrible flesh-eating virus from the doggie daycare.
The next night as we were sleeping, Bailey threw up in bed. (Yes, they sleep with us.) I woke up Mike, and wailed, "Bailey has the virus too!"
His response: "Relax! Didn't you feed her leftover Chinese food? It probably just upset her stomach."
Luckily, the vet assured me, Buckeye doesn't have a flesh-eating virus. He says small dogs are just prone to losing teeth. Hey, this is good training for having kids, don't you think?
Monday, November 23, 2009
So today I decided it was time to drive on the interstate (scary!), and get my oil changed before Mike and I hit the road for our Ohio/Kentucky Thanksgiving extravaganza.
Jiffy Lube is only about 3 miles away from the house, but it takes about 45 minutes thanks to construction. Then when I get there, the worker tells me I need to get everything filled or changed. She asks if I want to get my transmission fluid changed. I say sure, considering I want us to have a safe drive. Then, she tells me I need my radiator fluid changed. All told, the final price is $350. Wow, for an oil change? Seeing the shock on my face, she gives me %15 off. Wow, thanks.
Luckily I call my mom who sifts through bullshit better than anyone. She yells, "Oh, no! You shouldn't be paying more than $50 or $60! They are scamming you!"
I quickly tell the worker, "Stop! I just want an oil change!" So I leave paying a much more reasonable $66.33.
So to my mother: Thank you!
To the Jiffy Lube at 1049 West North Avenue: You should be ashamed of yourselves!
Saturday, November 21, 2009
As I was flipping through, I first picked the movie "Steel Magnolias". But it was the scene where Shelby is in the hospital and dying. Depressing! Then I start watching one of my Grey's Anatomy recordings. It's always depressing! So I decide on "John and Kate Plus 8." Ugh, I know, right?
If it was a bad show before, the "divorced edition" is even worse. In one scene, Kate takes the 3 boys to visit a war ship. In the background, you can see paparazzi photographers everywhere! Really, does US Weekly and People actually pay money for shots of that?
Then Kate had the nerve to say, "Despite what people think, this show doesn't harm the kids. If it did, we wouldn't be doing it." What? Having the paparazzi follow everyday of their lives is normal??
But here's the good news: The last episode is Monday. Hopefully the kids can get serious therapy before their awkward teen years.
Friday, November 20, 2009
The top story on every Chicago station today is the announcement that Oprah's show will end next year after 25 years on air. I can't believe it's been that long! She started when I was just 6 years old, so I've grown up with her. No matter if you are a fan or not, you have to admit she's had a huge influence on people's lives. I watched a show a couple of years ago about how easy recycling is, and how it can make a huge impact, and I've been doing it ever since. I've also encouraged the people around me to recycle, and they are too.
I have to admit though, I cried during her announcement. That seems normal, but here's my concern. I also cried during a Hallmark commercial the other day. And when Mike and I visited a museum, the orchestra was playing music that made me cry.
Have I become a major sap? Is this what you do when you get older? Or do people just cry more often when they're out of work? Hmm....maybe it's a good topic for the Oprah show.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Along with the anchor name-game, I also told my Bulgarian shuttle driver that I'm planning to go back to school to become a teacher. Most people's response is, "Oh, that's wonderful!". Or, "Following in you mom's footsteps, huh? That's great!" But here was Mr. Shuttle-man's reaction:
"Oh, no! You don't wants to be a teacher. They don't make mush money. Only like $50 or $60 thowsand"
Ha! I wanted to ask how much he makes driving a shuttle 2 days a week.
Here was my response, which he clearly didn't understand.
"Well, considering at my first broadcasting job, I made $14,000, this will seem like a dream! In fact, even in a top-25 market, I didn't make $60 thousand. Wow, come to think of it, I've never made much money!"
Not convinced, he says, "Oh no, you need to be just like Bawbara Walters."
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Along with the service comes a very hard to understand, but sweet, driver from Bulgaria.
Yesterday on the way home, he asked if I had the day off. "Yes, I guess you could say that."
He then asked what I did, and I told him I was a reporter and anchor for 8 years. He thought that was the coolest. He wanted to name all his favorite anchors, only he couldn't remember their last names, or even their first names for that matter. Here was our conversation-- in broken English, of course:
Him: "Oh, I just love Bawrbara....?"
Him: "Yesh, yesh, wery good."
Him: "Oh, I just love that hanchor on CNN.."
Me: "Can't guess that one. I'm pretty sure there's more than one anchor!"
Him: "Did you know Opwrah made $200 billion last year?"
(I don't argue)
Him: "Whosh was the anchor before Tom Brokaw?"
Me: "I'm not sure."
Him: "You know. Briyan something.."
Me: "Brian Williams?"
Him: "Yesh, that's it!"
Me: "Brian Williams was after Tom Brokaw."
Him: "No he wasn't."
(Once again, I don't argue)
I realize now Mr. Shuttle man is like a leaky faucet. Once he turns on, you can't get him to stop!
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Hmmm. I guess I should say thank you??
Monday, November 16, 2009
I tell those people it's a great release for when something isn't going my way, or if someone is rude, I can blog and then stop worrying about it.
So, please hear me out on yet another COBRA (continuation of health benefits story). Get some popcorn and get comfortable!
If you read this Blog often enough, you know it took me more than 2 months to get health insurance after I quit my job in Cheyenne. One reason is that Blue Cross never received my check. So I stopped payment on it, and paid with a credit card on-line. My bank charged me $20 to do that, but I didn't want to worry someone else would cash the check.
I then called the COBRA department, and told a "Brian" that I was stopping the payment, and he said "Uh-huh" with so little interest I knew he really didn't care or write it down. I'm pretty sure he was playing Solitaire.
Today, I got a letter from Blue Cross saying I also owed them $25 for the stop payment. What? Were they so embarrassed that the check didn't cash, they think $25 will heal their wounds?
"Nicole" tells me she'll put in a request so I don't have to pay the $25. So in another 2 months, I should have an answer!
Awe, that feels good. Thanks for hearing me out.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
I got one on a ferry to Key West. I got one in the caves of Kentucky. I even got one in Lander, Wyoming, population 5,000.
When I was talking to a potential employer, he said, "Oh, it sounds like you just walked under a bridge." "Nope," I said, "That's just my living room."
When I was talking to my mom today, the phone cut out 3 times on Michigan Avenue. I can land some crack cocaine there, but I can't get any cell phone service!
And when I had to order a new remote control from someone in India (Slumdog Millionaire style), my phone cut out three times, and all three times the order hadn't been completed, so I had to call back. And talk to someone I couldn't understand. And explain the problem again. And be told, "Please hit every button on your remote, just to make sure it doesn't work."
So Verizon, I ask you, "Can you hear me now? Do something about this awful reception!"
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
No longer am I worried about a knife-wielding robber, or a terrorist on an airplane. I'm pretty sure if I go, it will either be in the back seat of a taxi, or
while crossing the street and getting hit by one.
Today when I went for a walk, I had to cross at a crosswalk. I looked to my right, and saw a cab coming towards me at no less than 50 miles per hour. Most Chicagoans would probably trust that he'd stop, and they'd go ahead and cross. Not me! I have more to do in this lifetime, like attend my big fat Italian wedding!
And the other day, Mike and I took a cab back from a concert when it was raining. The cab driver was going about 55 miles per hour down Michigan Avenue, splashing poor pedestrians, swerving and hydroplaning. Wow, I thought, I've never going to have children.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Today, the third choice was.....are you ready for this?
Not applicable gender?? What does that even mean? I can appreciate choosing not to reveal your gender, but saying you don't even have one!?
I guess this job market has changed a little bit since I got out of college 8 years ago.
Monday, November 9, 2009
So, do you recognize the woman standing next to me? That's actress Jennifer Coolidge! She's been in a ton of movies and TV shows including Legally Blonde, Best in Show, and episodes of Nip Tuck and Desperate Housewives. But she's probably best known as "Stifler's Mom" in the comedy American Pie.
It turns out the wedding reception we went to in New Orleans was at her house. She bought a very old and dilapidated 1800's home in Coliseum Square that she's been fixing it up for several years. The house is very cool and very big! I've read that she also bought an apartment building in the French Quarter that she planned to fix up and live in during the renovation of this home, but the building collapsed during Hurricane Katrina.
I have to say Jennifer was very gracious by taking pictures with us, and she even hung out at the reception. She's also very tall! (I'm standing in 4-inch heels next to her)
It was fun watching people at the reception react to seeing her. Older people had no idea who she was, and everyone in their 20's and 30's were like, "Dude, that's Stifler's mom!"
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
So I think I've found a solution.
On my latest application, I got to the gender question, and there were three choices. Three!
- Unknown Gender
What? Unknown gender? Wasn't that a Maury Povich episode? Regardless, that's what I'm choosing from now on!
In other news, the doggies passed their behavior test. Yes! I think the girl at DoGone Fun just felt bad for us, but hey, I'll take it! So for the next four days, I probably won't be blogging because we'll be in New Orleans. I'll update you as soon as we get back!
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
For example, I love what my good friend Janet posted on Facebook yesterday. She was wondering why a company she applied with sent her a letter, saying they would NOT be granting her an interview. As she puts it, she pretty much got the hint when they didn't call. To me, this sounds like a really popular high school kid calling a dorky girl, and saying, "Just so you know, I will NOT be asking you to prom."
Or the boss that I interviewed with a couple of weeks ago. He called me, and seemed really excited. Then as soon as I sat down, he said, "Let me tell you why we have real concerns about your work experience." What? You called me. I should have said, "Let me tell you why I have real concerns about you wasting my time."
And I just love the e-mails saying, "Thank you for your interest in _____ company. Unfortunately, we found someone more qualified for the position." Here's what I'm going to write back....
"Thank you for posting the _____ position. Unfortunately, I found a company with way better-looking people who actually have personalities."
Monday, November 2, 2009
I called a local doggie daycare/spa, because I figured if they do puppy pedicures, they'll take good care of the kids. One problem: I have to bring them in beforehand for a "temperament test." They have to behave themselves around the workers and the other dogs. So yes, I'm currently trying to figure out what plan "B" with be.
By the way, the fake sod on our patio I was telling you about is a success! The dogs learned how to use it in one day. Sorry for the graphic picture, but hey, I'm a proud mama.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
What I can tell you is they have the best Carne Asada tacos you'll ever eat. In his best cowboy costume, and me dressed as "I Dream of Jeannie" (clever, huh?), Mike and I went there about 1 o'clock this morning. We ordered 8 tacos, and yes, we ate all 8. They are AMAZING! (Are they that good when you haven't been drinking? I can't say for sure.)
A word of caution: the tacos will make you incredibly thirsty about 5 a.m. As I went to the kitchen and downed a 7-up, I looked over and saw Mike chugging water from the Brita filter. But I say it was La Pasadita worth it!
Friday, October 30, 2009
Here's what Monster recently came up with:
- Therapy Specialist in Sacramento (I hear Sacramento is beautiful this time of year, but I'm never moving again!)
- Superior Tax Manager (Sure, I'm superior, but I don't know much about taxes!)
- Technical Operations Lead-Corporate Internet Group (English please!)
Hence why the job hunt is so frustrating! So if you find the "Looking for a former broadcaster in the Chicago area who doesn't want to work weekends or holidays, wants to earn six figures, and has to have really cute shoes," let me know!
P.S. Sorry to all the people living on floors 30-40 for the fire alarm going off last night. Who knew a frozen pizza would be so hard to cook???
Thursday, October 29, 2009
You know what I'm talking about. When you're boarding, and you tell the person on the aisle, "This is me. I have the window seat." And instead of getting up, they just put their legs closely together, and let you climb over them. So now your ass is in their face. Awkward!
Or in my mom's case, they were already seated, so she told the women she needed to go to the bathroom. The woman didn't get up, so mom climbed over her. Really? On a 9-hour flight, you don't want to get up and stretch your legs? Really? Is buckling your seat belt the hardest thing you've ever done, and you fear if you unbuckle it, you won't be able to figure out how to do it again.
C'mon people! Let's sign a pledge that when we're on an airplane, we vow to stand up. It's our American duty!
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
But what they don't tell you--you're still going to have to wait WEEKS for it to actually go into effect. I've been trying to fill a prescription, and the pharmacist keeps coming back with, "I'm sorry Ms. Crofts, the insurance company says your coverage ended September 1st."
I say, "I know, I'm on COBRA. I guess the $260 I paid isn't enough???"
When I call Blue Cross, they say my check HAS gone through, but it takes 3 business days to process. The next guy I called said 7-10 days. Awe, don't you just love getting different stories?!
So as I said before, when you quit a job or a job quits you, it's going to be a pain in the butt for a long time.
On a lighter note--I want to say "hi" to my grandmother, Mama Mays. She turns 85 next month, but she's incredibly Internet savvy, and reads this blog everyday. I love you!
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
So I started looking at area universities. Most of them focus on teaching in urban environments. I'm not sure this Wyoming girl can handle herself in a city school, so I kept looking. When I looked at Northwestern University's program, it didn't say anything about urban schools. Perfect! I was ready to make an appointment with a counselor when I thought I should probably check out how much it is. Drum roll please......$40,000 for a Master's Degree. About $2,700 per credit! I'm not getting my medical degree people!
So, unless I win the lottery, I think Northwestern is out.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
I've decided us 30-somethings with 8+ years of experience are stuck in the middle of this horrible job market. When we apply for entry-level jobs, we're told we're "overqualified". When we apply for jobs that only require 2-3 years experience, we're told the company found candidates who are "much more qualified." Of course! We're up against baby boomers with decades of experience, or 20-somethings who understand technology even more than us.
So the job search continues. I'm bummed, but just as motivated.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Take for example, the dentist. We all know we should floss everyday and go to the dentist every 6 months for a check-up. Then why is Mike so afraid of this?
I understand that he had a rough childhood when it came to his
teeth. They were really bad, so he had to have several pulled
and braces on for at least 6 years. So to get him to go to the dentist I had to...
a) Find a dentist close by
b) Set up the appointment
c) Call 3 times until we finally had the insurance worked out (Mike tried to give me an insurance card for a company that hasn't covered him since 2005. Hmmm..) and then
D) Go with him to his appointment today.
Their findings? He does need to floss and brush everyday, he needs to get a chipped tooth fixed, and he has 3 cavities. Also, since he has such thin teeth from his years of orthodontics, the dentist asked him if he's Bulimic or a Meth User. I wonder if Prince Charming ever got asked that?
Monday, October 19, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
The only thing I hate worse than packing up all my crap every three years and moving is getting a driver's license in a new state. In Wyoming, we've very straight forward (Hence the Whoa instead of a Stop sign. Easy, right?) In Indiana and Illinois, you have to take a ridiculously hard driving test. I took a practice one, and got a 40%! It takes an 80% to pass. I'm thinking, "Really, the crazy cab driver who took right-hand turns on two wheels passed, and I can't?" Let me share my pain with some of the practice questions I got wrong...
1. It is illegal to park your vehicle
- Within 3 feet of a private driveway
- In a bicycle lane
- In an unmarked crosswalk
2. A white painted curb means
- Loading zone for passengers or mail only
- Loading zone for freight or passengers
- Loading zone for freight only
3. You are about to make a left turn. You must signal continuously during the last ___ feet before the turn.
Hard, right? Now who's laughing at my 40%? I'll give you the answers tomorrow (Ha! You'll have to read my blog again!)
Friday, October 16, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
So I started typing in "How" on Google, and before I could type anything else, these presumably popular searches came up...
"How to tie a tie" (Seems hard, indeed)
"How to kiss" (Can you read how to do that?)
"How to get pregnant" (You're in trouble if you have to search that)
"How stuff works" (A little broad)
And "How Billy Mays died" (Really?)
That's my favorite. Are there that many people interested in how Billy Mays died? May you rest in peace Mr. OxiClean.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
And then last night, Mike and I wanted to go to P.F. Chang's. It's nearly a mile there and a mile back. So I don't feel guilty ordering lettuce wraps and my meal now...because I'll burn it off. Maybe giving up driving isn't too bad....but I'll let you know how I feel in December :)
Sunday, October 11, 2009
There is an interesting phenomen I'll never understand: running for 26.2 miles in one day. Today is the Chicago marathon, a day where 45,000 people gather in an anxiety-provoking crowd, and run until their lungs are ready to explode. Today was a beautiful day, but no one looked like they were enjoying the elements. I saw people limping or on the ground with ice on their knees. What about this alleged "runner's high?" I didn't see the runners high-fiving each other, or saying, "dude, I totally felt amazing after mile 17."
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Friday, October 9, 2009
I've been working on getting COBRA for 66 days. 66! E-mails, phone calls, being on hold for no fewer than 30 minutes, even sending a nasty letter to my former incompetent employer. Every time I called, no one seemed to know what was going on. And then my paperwork got "lost in the mail", or "eaten by a dog", I'm not sure which.
Lesson learned: When you quit a job or a job quits you, it's going to be a huge pain in the butt. Just be prepared.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
I later saw her at the elevator and she was sweet as can be. She said, "Oh, don't you just hate moving! I did it a few weeks ago." I nervously laughed and agreed.
Second lesson in the city: Don't assume people are doing things just to irritate you. You might be overreacting.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
He said, "Sorry ma'am, we're late, but we need to move someone out."
"Oh no!" I screamed. "We've had this elevator reserved for weeks!"
He said they would only take about 30 minutes. I yelled, "Great, then you can wait until 6 p.m. Now get out!" (Hence why I was called the bitchy white woman.)
They pulled the truck out onto the street (into the rain), but had to keep moving furniture.
So we were all working around each other. I have to say though, the movers were VERY polite. Each time I walked by, they moved out of my way and said, "Excuse me."
When they were leaving, I apologized for being so rude. They laughed and told Mike he got a "feisty one." The driver said, "Man, I'm supposed to be the scary black guy, and here I am, afraid of you!" We had a good laugh about that one.
Lesson learned: not everyone in a city is rude or out to get you.
Monday, October 5, 2009
After shedding blood, sweat and tears, we've made it. Mike, the doggies and me are settled into our apartment 31 stories high. In the movies, you just see the glamorous side of moving into a high-rise. But let me tell you, it's a pain in your sore and sweaty butt.
You reserve an elevator for 2 hours, but everyone tries to take it. You have a loading dock reserved too, but ours was taken by another mover (who I quickly yelled at and was known as the "bitchy white lady"...more on that later). And even though there is a loading dock, you still have to walk about a block with your stuff.
So I've decided this is it. I'm living in a one-bedroom apartment for the rest of my life. Even if we have six kids, we're not moving.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
It's a good thing today is my last day in the south, because I'm bloated and four pounds heavier. (BTW-I'm typing this as I'm eating Caramel Corn) It seems like around here you're either eating or waiting to eat. Even my doggies are doing it. Here's a picture of Buckeye around 8:30 last night. He's just laying there by his food dish, hoping the next 12 hours go by quickly so he can get fed again.
I'm heading to Indy tomorrow before leaving for Chicago, so I'll be off-line for a couple of days. Wish me luck on the move! (31 floors up, ugh!)
Monday, September 28, 2009
They had an interesting relationship. The older woman is marrying the younger one's father. She had salt and pepper greasy hair, and decided she wanted to try on tight fitting dresses. But the best part of the day is when she asked the younger one, "Are you using the same diamond from your first wedding?". Ouch!
Sunday, September 27, 2009
The other day, my friend Jenn brought up a good point about Facebook users. She said it drives her nuts when people use their posting abilities to brag. Such as "I am soooo tired after running my first marathon today!" (If I posted this, my friends would know I was lying. For me, running two miles is a feat.) It got me thinking there are really 4 kinds of Facebook users out there.
1. The Captain Obvious users
2. The Braggarts
3. The I'm too cool for Facebook, but I still use it.
4. The Third Person users
The Captain Obvious users post things like this, "I hates Mondays." Or "I just love Fridays." Really? You're saying Fridays are cool? Why? I'm confused. Seriously, why even waste your time on the computer?
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The I'm too cool for Facebook user has a FB account, but never posts anything or comments on any one's pictures or status updates. My opinion-they're fearful that no one will comment on their post or give them an approving "Like" with the thumbs up, so they keep a low profile. (In reality-they're probably just too busy with life and utilize their time much better than I do.)
Finally, the 3rd person post-er is really odd to me. Have you noticed some people will say, "Jeannie is really tired tonight and looking forward to winding down." It just seems strange. How about using I or me? It reminds me of the time my girlfriend went on a date with a guy who referred to himself as the "Gibster." Let's just say the "Gibster" didn't getting a second date (Or anything else.)
What kind of Facebook user are you?
Friday, September 25, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
It's relaxing, but my gosh, I'm probably going to gain 10 pounds! We went on a lunch cruise for my mom's 60th birthday, and here was the menu...Catfish, hush puppies, baked beans, fried potatoes, "slaw", and lemon pie for dessert. For lunch!
Here's another Southern tradition-- we prayed before we ate. We asked for god's blessing, but I secretly prayed for no cellulite.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
When I arrived, my 3-year old niece, Kylee, didn't really know who I was. Now whenever I see her, she comes running up, and yells "Aunt Jeannie!" I cried after I said goodbye to her last night.
Being in between jobs is stressful, but I have to say, spending time with family is the best paycheck.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
All the while my family and I are sitting there quietly. Playing by the rules, but really wanting to yell obscenities too.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Everyone came rushing in, and luckily the woman was able to swallow the pill that had stuck in her throat. But for the remaining hour and a half of the flight, the woman apologized to anyone who would listen. She apologized to every flight attendant and told her husband she was "sorry for embarrassing him." What?? She couldn't breath for what probably seemed like an eternity, and SHE was sorry?