I'm on vacation. It doesn't feel like I'm on vacation yet, but I'm on vacation. The original plan was that Mr. Jeep was taking Thursday off and we were going to go up north. We would be staying at my MIL's cottage until Tuesday am. Then we would be heading to the Platte River Campground for 2-3 days of camping. Then we would be going back to MIL's cottage until Sunday. Well, some of that is still going to happen. I found out on Tuesday that my mom's uncle passed away. He was basically like a grandfather to me since both of mine passed away when I was 4-6 years old. Visitation was yesterday and today and the funeral is tomorrow. So we'll be leaving after the funeral and luncheon tomorrow.
I don't want to sound disrespectful, because I am deeply and truly saddened by the loss of my uncle. However, having said that, why do people insist on dragging funerals out? I know that nobody likes going to a funeral or having to go to visitation. But I really really hate funerals. I have made it crystal clear to everyone and anyone that may be involved in the planning of my funeral that I want to be cremated. I have also told Mr. Jeep that I would be perfectly happy and eternally grateful if there was no visitation for me. Have the service or whatever and that's it. I think it is just weird to sit in a room with a dead person for 1-2 days. And truthfully when I look at the person in the casket, I don't think of it as being them. Not to get all religious or anything, but their soul has move don. They are someplace else. That was just their shell and now they're gone.
Anyway, we won't be home until Sunday. So hopefully the week will be fine. No Internet for a week! What interesting things will we come home to?
Friday, August 29, 2008
Something's Wrong With Her
I haven't had a chance to write about our lovely emergency situation last Saturday. It was fucking wonderful. LC woke up a little earlier than normal. But wait, let me back the bus up a little bit. Mr. Jeep came home from his road trip that Friday evening. Long story short, his flight was delayed and he didn't end up getting home until a little before 10 pm. I let LC stay up since she was really looking forward to her daddy coming home. So she went to bed late Friday night and then was up early Saturday. Not a good combo.
Now to Saturday morning. Mr. Jeep and LC ate breakfast while I was doing something. After eating breakfast, LC wanted to go downstairs to color. So Mr. Jeep took LC downstairs and the dogs followed. I was sitting at the kitchen table eating my breakfast and attempting to read the sale ads in the newspaper. I could hear LC playing with Clifford downstairs. After several minutes of listening to her play with Clifford, I heard a crash and LC started crying. Then the crying stopped. I heard Mr. Jeep say something to her and then I heard him start coming up the basement stairs. So I got up to see what was going on. As I stood up Mr. Jeep yells, "Something's wrong with her! Call 911!" At this point he's in the kitchen holding LC and she's kind of limp in his arms staring at him. Apparently when Mr. Jeep went to pick her up she passed out for a couple of seconds. She was conscious by the time he got to the top of the stairs. So I called 911 and let Mr. Jeep do the talking since he was the one that witnessed the whole thing. Apparently what happened is that LC was chasing Clifford around the basement. Clifford decided to change direction and he came around the chair one way and LC came around the other way and well, I'm sure you're picturing what happened. They collided, head on. LC bounced off Clifford and fell to the floor, hitting her head on the concrete floor.
Now before everyone starts thinking that Mr. Jeep and I jumped the gun by calling 911, let me explain. LC has fallen on that same basement floor and hit her head so many times I can't even count. It's the simple fact that she passed out that had us concerned. She has never passed out before.
So a fire truck pulls up in front of our house and the fireman come in. LC had her face buried in my neck and wouldn't look at the men. Obviously I need to teach this girl a thing or two...a man in uniform (or in this case 4 men in uniform) come to your house, you take notice. They asked us what happened and basically said they couldn't tell us why she passed out. LC wouldn't even let them look in her eyes. So our options were: 1) let them take her in the ambulance; 2) we take her to the hospital; or 3) we call the pediatrician. I opted for #3. Mr. Jeep had to sign some waiver because we were declining medical care by not letting them take her to the hospital.
Did I mention it wasn't even 8 am yet?
We called the pediatrician and she did a full neurological exam on LC. LC passed with flying colors. In fact, LC was fine with everything until the doctor wanted to look into her ears and mouth. We basically had to hold her down while the doctor looked in her ears and mouth. The doctor was amazed at LC's strength, as most people are. She has been strong since before birth. That girl kicked the crap out of my insides and now occasionally kicks the crap out of my outsides.
The doctor sent LC for a CT scan. She was pretty positive that LC was okay, but since it was Saturday and they weren't open on Sunday, she didn't want to chance it. Let me go on the record right here and now, if you are ever given the option of either having your toddler have a CT scan or not having one, go with not having one. I would take the option of not having the CT scan and observing her for any abnormalities, rather than go through the hell of the CT scan. I won't go into all of the details, but I had to remind myself that we wanted to make sure LC was fine. Otherwise I would have snatched her up out of the CT scan room and went home. They had to restrain her and I was so angry that I almost started crying. Nobody but me is allowed to restrain her!
So anyway, she was fine. I'm sure she probably had a really bad headache. The CT scan came back great and there were no problems. It was a long ass day.
Now to Saturday morning. Mr. Jeep and LC ate breakfast while I was doing something. After eating breakfast, LC wanted to go downstairs to color. So Mr. Jeep took LC downstairs and the dogs followed. I was sitting at the kitchen table eating my breakfast and attempting to read the sale ads in the newspaper. I could hear LC playing with Clifford downstairs. After several minutes of listening to her play with Clifford, I heard a crash and LC started crying. Then the crying stopped. I heard Mr. Jeep say something to her and then I heard him start coming up the basement stairs. So I got up to see what was going on. As I stood up Mr. Jeep yells, "Something's wrong with her! Call 911!" At this point he's in the kitchen holding LC and she's kind of limp in his arms staring at him. Apparently when Mr. Jeep went to pick her up she passed out for a couple of seconds. She was conscious by the time he got to the top of the stairs. So I called 911 and let Mr. Jeep do the talking since he was the one that witnessed the whole thing. Apparently what happened is that LC was chasing Clifford around the basement. Clifford decided to change direction and he came around the chair one way and LC came around the other way and well, I'm sure you're picturing what happened. They collided, head on. LC bounced off Clifford and fell to the floor, hitting her head on the concrete floor.
Now before everyone starts thinking that Mr. Jeep and I jumped the gun by calling 911, let me explain. LC has fallen on that same basement floor and hit her head so many times I can't even count. It's the simple fact that she passed out that had us concerned. She has never passed out before.
So a fire truck pulls up in front of our house and the fireman come in. LC had her face buried in my neck and wouldn't look at the men. Obviously I need to teach this girl a thing or two...a man in uniform (or in this case 4 men in uniform) come to your house, you take notice. They asked us what happened and basically said they couldn't tell us why she passed out. LC wouldn't even let them look in her eyes. So our options were: 1) let them take her in the ambulance; 2) we take her to the hospital; or 3) we call the pediatrician. I opted for #3. Mr. Jeep had to sign some waiver because we were declining medical care by not letting them take her to the hospital.
Did I mention it wasn't even 8 am yet?
We called the pediatrician and she did a full neurological exam on LC. LC passed with flying colors. In fact, LC was fine with everything until the doctor wanted to look into her ears and mouth. We basically had to hold her down while the doctor looked in her ears and mouth. The doctor was amazed at LC's strength, as most people are. She has been strong since before birth. That girl kicked the crap out of my insides and now occasionally kicks the crap out of my outsides.
The doctor sent LC for a CT scan. She was pretty positive that LC was okay, but since it was Saturday and they weren't open on Sunday, she didn't want to chance it. Let me go on the record right here and now, if you are ever given the option of either having your toddler have a CT scan or not having one, go with not having one. I would take the option of not having the CT scan and observing her for any abnormalities, rather than go through the hell of the CT scan. I won't go into all of the details, but I had to remind myself that we wanted to make sure LC was fine. Otherwise I would have snatched her up out of the CT scan room and went home. They had to restrain her and I was so angry that I almost started crying. Nobody but me is allowed to restrain her!
So anyway, she was fine. I'm sure she probably had a really bad headache. The CT scan came back great and there were no problems. It was a long ass day.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
I'm Cute
Apparently I'm cute. At least according to LC I am. We were eating dinner on the patio last night and she pointed at me and said, "You're cute mom." I said, "Thanks LC. You're pretty cute too." Enough said.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Meltdown - Big Time
I pick LC up from school today and she's in a fantastic mood. She even gave her friend Brooklynn a hug and kiss before we left. We got in the car and I said we had to stop at Meijer on our way home to get diapers and some cheese. LC and I walk into Meijer and she's still in an awesome mood. She's joking with me and telling me about her day. We go straight to the diapers and get what we need. Thus leading into the beginning of the end. Stupid-ass me decides to go down the next aisle and look at the bibs. I forgot that is also the aisle with the sippy cups. I think sippy cups are to LC what purses/shoes are to me. She sees Princess sippy cups and says, "Oooh, Princess cups Mom." So I decide to be nice and let her get them. Her Daddy is out of town, she's in a great mood and I'm feeling hopeful. I hand them to her. Then I decide to look for popsicle molds. I wanted to see how much they were. I couldn't find them, so I decide to go get the cheese and get the heck out of there. All of a sudden LC says, "Lunch box Mom!" So here's where my stupidity really kicks in...I stopped and went back to where the lunch boxes were.
Yesterday morning while I was looking at the sale ads in the paper, LC started looking at them and spotted lunch boxes. She asked if she could get one. And I stupidly said that she could get one someday. Well apparently today was someday, at least in her mind.
They weren't on sale and there was no way in hell that I was going to pay full price for a lunch box. So I told her no that we couldn't get one, but she could get the Princess cups. You would have seriously thought that I just cut off her arm and leg. She started screaming and thrashing in the cart. I made a beeline for the cheese. Then I made a beeline for the checkout. The whole while LC is screaming, crying and thrashing. I went to the self-checkout, scanned the diapers, scanned the cheese and grabbed the Princess cups and put them on the shelf. There was no way in hell that LC was getting anything and being rewarded for her tantrum. This set off a whole new round of screeching. We left and got into the parking lot (still screeching). I had to put a WWE move on her to get her into the carseat. She screamed the whole way home, screamed getting out of the car and screamed coming in the house. And all she was screaming was "LUNCHBOX. LUNCHBOX. I WANT MY LUNCHBOX." I decided to try and be nice and say that I have a lunchbox she can have and we can put Dora or Princess stickers on it. "NO STICKERS. NO STICKERS."
It is moments like these that make me say I do not want any more children. I began making dinner and she kept coming into the kitchen (screaming) all the while I'm calmly talking to her. I was so proud of myself with how calm I was. You would have seriously thought I was back on the Lexapro. Finally I asked her if she wanted to see my lunchbox. She said, "Yeah. I want to see it mom." So I showed it to her and showed her that she could put her sippy cup in there and she was happy. It was as if I flipped a switch and Crabby Patty left. (Crabby Patty is LC's alter ego. She's been with us since birth) And then the rest of the evening she was an angel.
This is where I go back to thinking that having another one wouldn't be so bad. It's a fucking viscious cycle I tell you!
Yesterday morning while I was looking at the sale ads in the paper, LC started looking at them and spotted lunch boxes. She asked if she could get one. And I stupidly said that she could get one someday. Well apparently today was someday, at least in her mind.
They weren't on sale and there was no way in hell that I was going to pay full price for a lunch box. So I told her no that we couldn't get one, but she could get the Princess cups. You would have seriously thought that I just cut off her arm and leg. She started screaming and thrashing in the cart. I made a beeline for the cheese. Then I made a beeline for the checkout. The whole while LC is screaming, crying and thrashing. I went to the self-checkout, scanned the diapers, scanned the cheese and grabbed the Princess cups and put them on the shelf. There was no way in hell that LC was getting anything and being rewarded for her tantrum. This set off a whole new round of screeching. We left and got into the parking lot (still screeching). I had to put a WWE move on her to get her into the carseat. She screamed the whole way home, screamed getting out of the car and screamed coming in the house. And all she was screaming was "LUNCHBOX. LUNCHBOX. I WANT MY LUNCHBOX." I decided to try and be nice and say that I have a lunchbox she can have and we can put Dora or Princess stickers on it. "NO STICKERS. NO STICKERS."
It is moments like these that make me say I do not want any more children. I began making dinner and she kept coming into the kitchen (screaming) all the while I'm calmly talking to her. I was so proud of myself with how calm I was. You would have seriously thought I was back on the Lexapro. Finally I asked her if she wanted to see my lunchbox. She said, "Yeah. I want to see it mom." So I showed it to her and showed her that she could put her sippy cup in there and she was happy. It was as if I flipped a switch and Crabby Patty left. (Crabby Patty is LC's alter ego. She's been with us since birth) And then the rest of the evening she was an angel.
This is where I go back to thinking that having another one wouldn't be so bad. It's a fucking viscious cycle I tell you!
It's Coffee Bitches
I know this has been discussed a million times over in a million different ways, but I still need to say something. Mr. Jeep and I went to the Tigers game Friday night and then used some Marriott Rewards points to stay downtown. We stayed at the Marriott in the RenCen. In the morning we decided to go to the Starbucks in the RenCen for coffee and bagels. Let me stop this story right here momentarily. I don't frequent Starbucks. It's too fucking expensive. And frankly, I think their regular coffee is disgusting. I love strong coffee, I'm a black girl all the way when it comes to coffee. But their coffee is bitter. I do however enjoy their Cafe Mochas. Having said that, the only time I really go to Starbucks is when I have a gift card. As I previously said, it's fucking expensive and I'm cheap. End of story. (at least that part of the story)
Okay, now back to my original story. Tigers game, stayed at Marriott, decided to go to the Starbucks in the RenCen...we get in line, there was one person in line in front of us. I had a gift card and I also had a coupon for a free drink. The coupon is good for any kind of drink, any size. So it comes to our turn. There's a worker on the right and a worker on the left. Left girl asks if she can take our order. Mr. Jeep and I were still in the process of deciding what pastries or bagels we wanted. So I order my coffee...a Venti Cafe Mocha with skim milk and no whipped cream (don't forget I'm doing the Weight Watchers thing). Mr. Jeep says he'll have the same. So Left Girl walks away and gets our cups ready. So we're standing there and she says (very rudely pointing at Right Girl), "You pay her." Meanwhile, we still hadn't ordered the fucking food. So Mr. Jeep tells Right Girl, "I'll have a cheese danish and cinnamon chip scone." (he has abandoned Weight Watchers for the time being) Right Girls looks at Left Girl and says, "they're not done. They want food. I need a cinnamon chip scone and a cheese Danish." Left Girl gave Right Girl a look that basically said, "Are you fucking kidding me?" So I ask what type of bagels they have since it's not obvious exactly what flavors they are. You would have seriously thought I just asked Right Girl to recite the entire Declaration of Independence backwards! She rattles off the flavors and I order a blueberry bagel. She punches in the total on the register and it comes to $5.82. So I'm thinking this crazy bitch didn't charge us for the coffee. Well Left Girl immediately caught onto it and said, "they also have 2 Lattes." (and when doing Left Girl and Right Girl's voices be sure to use the voices that Adam Sandler, David Spade and Chris Farley used in the Gap skits on Saturday Night Live) Now our total is upto $13.85 or something ridiculous like that. I attempt to hand her the gift card and my coupon and she stares at me, drops her jaw and says, "We.do.not.take.those. We are an independent franchise and we don't accept them." So now I'm pissed. I said, "You don't take the gift cards either?" She says, "Yes. We take those" like I'm trying to pay her with a piece of shit or something. If Right Girl wasn't going to take the gift card, I was out.of.there. I could have gotten a decent meal for that price. Mr. Jeep and I got our food and our coffee and sat down at a table. Mr. Jeep was pissed, "I really didn't appreciate the attitude." I said, "Yes and the thing that kills me is that they make fucking coffee!!!"
Note to all Starbucks employees everywhere: Your title may be Barista. But what that translates to is Coffee Maker. You make coffee! That's it. So don't treat someone that has a higher education and far more important job than you like a piece of dog-shit. Some people save lives, some balance the national debt, some rule countries...you my dears make coffee. So stop acting so self-righteous and holier than thou. I can stay home and do the same fucking job you do for nothing!
And don't get me started on the whole size thing! God forbid you don't order a Talle, Grande or Venti. God forbid you order a small, medium or large. They look at you like you just ordered in Greek. And that brings me to the one shining moment of that whole Starbucks debacle. The man in line behind us ordered "2 large coffees." Genius!
Okay, now back to my original story. Tigers game, stayed at Marriott, decided to go to the Starbucks in the RenCen...we get in line, there was one person in line in front of us. I had a gift card and I also had a coupon for a free drink. The coupon is good for any kind of drink, any size. So it comes to our turn. There's a worker on the right and a worker on the left. Left girl asks if she can take our order. Mr. Jeep and I were still in the process of deciding what pastries or bagels we wanted. So I order my coffee...a Venti Cafe Mocha with skim milk and no whipped cream (don't forget I'm doing the Weight Watchers thing). Mr. Jeep says he'll have the same. So Left Girl walks away and gets our cups ready. So we're standing there and she says (very rudely pointing at Right Girl), "You pay her." Meanwhile, we still hadn't ordered the fucking food. So Mr. Jeep tells Right Girl, "I'll have a cheese danish and cinnamon chip scone." (he has abandoned Weight Watchers for the time being) Right Girls looks at Left Girl and says, "they're not done. They want food. I need a cinnamon chip scone and a cheese Danish." Left Girl gave Right Girl a look that basically said, "Are you fucking kidding me?" So I ask what type of bagels they have since it's not obvious exactly what flavors they are. You would have seriously thought I just asked Right Girl to recite the entire Declaration of Independence backwards! She rattles off the flavors and I order a blueberry bagel. She punches in the total on the register and it comes to $5.82. So I'm thinking this crazy bitch didn't charge us for the coffee. Well Left Girl immediately caught onto it and said, "they also have 2 Lattes." (and when doing Left Girl and Right Girl's voices be sure to use the voices that Adam Sandler, David Spade and Chris Farley used in the Gap skits on Saturday Night Live) Now our total is upto $13.85 or something ridiculous like that. I attempt to hand her the gift card and my coupon and she stares at me, drops her jaw and says, "We.do.not.take.those. We are an independent franchise and we don't accept them." So now I'm pissed. I said, "You don't take the gift cards either?" She says, "Yes. We take those" like I'm trying to pay her with a piece of shit or something. If Right Girl wasn't going to take the gift card, I was out.of.there. I could have gotten a decent meal for that price. Mr. Jeep and I got our food and our coffee and sat down at a table. Mr. Jeep was pissed, "I really didn't appreciate the attitude." I said, "Yes and the thing that kills me is that they make fucking coffee!!!"
Note to all Starbucks employees everywhere: Your title may be Barista. But what that translates to is Coffee Maker. You make coffee! That's it. So don't treat someone that has a higher education and far more important job than you like a piece of dog-shit. Some people save lives, some balance the national debt, some rule countries...you my dears make coffee. So stop acting so self-righteous and holier than thou. I can stay home and do the same fucking job you do for nothing!
And don't get me started on the whole size thing! God forbid you don't order a Talle, Grande or Venti. God forbid you order a small, medium or large. They look at you like you just ordered in Greek. And that brings me to the one shining moment of that whole Starbucks debacle. The man in line behind us ordered "2 large coffees." Genius!
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Stop Talking Bob Costas
I've been watching the Olympics. I love the Olympics. I love everything about the Olympics. I love swimming (go Michael Phelps, you are one bad-ass Mother Fucker!). I love beach volleyball. I love indoor volleyball. I love diving. I love track and field. I love gymnastics (the men are questionable). I love tennis. I hate Bob Costas. The guy annoys the piss out of me. I hate his little comments that he has to put in everywhere. I hate his voiceovers. I hate the way he pushes his voice. You're not funny Costas. You'll never be funny. The only reason people laugh at your dumbass comments is because you have been on NBC for.ever and you probably have some major pull at that network.
And it just occurred to me tonight that the other person almost equally annoying to Costas is Mary Carillo. She's not funny either. And what is with her voice? Watch the woman (I think she's a woman) when she talks. Be sure to look at her neck muscles. It is so obvious that she is also pushing her voice. What woman (again I think she's a woman) pushes her voice? If you haven't been watching the Olympics, she does these special interest clips about the Chinese culture. For instance, this evening she did one on acupuncture. The background information on the acupuncture was interesting. It would have been better if I didn't have to listen to Mary Carillo. And to top things off, the segments start off with her sitting on one couch and Costas on the other. They have some not funny banter between them, do the segment and then return to the 2 of them on the couch. Costas, of course, attempts to be funny and Mary Carillo laughs like a hyena. Just give me the damn events and leave the banter out of it. That's all I ask.
And it just occurred to me tonight that the other person almost equally annoying to Costas is Mary Carillo. She's not funny either. And what is with her voice? Watch the woman (I think she's a woman) when she talks. Be sure to look at her neck muscles. It is so obvious that she is also pushing her voice. What woman (again I think she's a woman) pushes her voice? If you haven't been watching the Olympics, she does these special interest clips about the Chinese culture. For instance, this evening she did one on acupuncture. The background information on the acupuncture was interesting. It would have been better if I didn't have to listen to Mary Carillo. And to top things off, the segments start off with her sitting on one couch and Costas on the other. They have some not funny banter between them, do the segment and then return to the 2 of them on the couch. Costas, of course, attempts to be funny and Mary Carillo laughs like a hyena. Just give me the damn events and leave the banter out of it. That's all I ask.
I'm Back
It has been a while since I've been here, but I'm back. I've been busy with work, home, LC and looking for a new job. If only I could find a new job. I would be so happy. No, make that ecstatic! I keep getting my hopes up for nothing. I keep telling myself that one of these days a new job is going to turn up and hopefully it will.
Mr. Jeep left this evening for the entire week. He'll be back on Friday. He's going out of town for work. So I'm single parenting it this week. Here's the sucky part about this...Mr. Jeep will never know how it feels to be a single parent for an extended period of time. Right after LC was born (about June, she was born in March), he had to go out of town for work. He struggled with whether or not he should go and I told him it was fine. Usually when he goes out of town for work it involves quite a bit of overtime which = a lot of extra money. So here I was a new mom trying to figure everything out with this new baby and the daddy leaves. I am not exaggerating when I say that as soon as I dropped him off at the airport and he walked away, I started panicking. And to top things off, LC cried the entire way home from the airport. I seriously considered pulling over several times just to breastfeed her so she'd quiet down. I think he was gone for 2 weeks that time. It was the longest two weeks of my life. Everytime I talked to him I wanted to cry. Actually, every time I talked to anyone I wanted to cry during those 2 weeks. But I made it. And when I picked him up from the airport, he had the nerve to tell me that it was super hard on him being away from LC and I for 2 weeks! Whatever dude, you weren't stuck with a newborn.
So anyway, LC and I will be sticking it out alone with Marley and Clifford this week. Keep your fingers crossed that everything goes well. I'm thinking of stopping tomorrow and picking up a case of wine. I know a few people that go to Trader Joes to purchase cases of wine. I may have to do that.
Mr. Jeep left this evening for the entire week. He'll be back on Friday. He's going out of town for work. So I'm single parenting it this week. Here's the sucky part about this...Mr. Jeep will never know how it feels to be a single parent for an extended period of time. Right after LC was born (about June, she was born in March), he had to go out of town for work. He struggled with whether or not he should go and I told him it was fine. Usually when he goes out of town for work it involves quite a bit of overtime which = a lot of extra money. So here I was a new mom trying to figure everything out with this new baby and the daddy leaves. I am not exaggerating when I say that as soon as I dropped him off at the airport and he walked away, I started panicking. And to top things off, LC cried the entire way home from the airport. I seriously considered pulling over several times just to breastfeed her so she'd quiet down. I think he was gone for 2 weeks that time. It was the longest two weeks of my life. Everytime I talked to him I wanted to cry. Actually, every time I talked to anyone I wanted to cry during those 2 weeks. But I made it. And when I picked him up from the airport, he had the nerve to tell me that it was super hard on him being away from LC and I for 2 weeks! Whatever dude, you weren't stuck with a newborn.
So anyway, LC and I will be sticking it out alone with Marley and Clifford this week. Keep your fingers crossed that everything goes well. I'm thinking of stopping tomorrow and picking up a case of wine. I know a few people that go to Trader Joes to purchase cases of wine. I may have to do that.
Monday, August 4, 2008
The Dress
Mr. Jeep and I have a wedding dinner thing to go to this Saturday evening. This meant that I had to go buy a new dress for the occasion. I really don't enjoy dress shopping. I like to buy clothes with color and somehow whenever I have to buy a dress, I usually end up with something black. There have been exceptions, but the majority are black. I went to Lakeside Mall Sunday morning and I thought I was doing great by getting there before 10:30 am. I figured I would be done before noon and the day wouldn't have been wasted. I get to the mall only to find out that the stores don't open until 11:00 am. WTF?!? The only store that was open was Sears. I ended up taking my time looking at clothes at Sears until it was almost time for everyone else to open.
When it got to be about 10:50 am, I decided to head over to Macy's. Apparently I didn't walk slow enough because I still had about 8 minutes to go when I got there. So I sat outside the store and decided to wait. I don't know if anyone else has ever been a witness to the opening of a Macy's store, but it's something. A little before 11 am, a guy makes an announcement to the store employees that the store will be open for business in about 1 minute. This was the announcement by the over-zealous announcer guy:
"Okay everybody the store will be open for business in 1 minute. Place everyone, places. Get into position. Is everyone in position? I'll be opening up the upper level gate first. Do not let anyone in until I have completely opened the gate. Lower level - don't open the gate until I have given you instruction to do so. Is everyone smiling? Is everyone ready for a great day? O.k., I'm opening up the upper level gate. Here we go...3, 2, 1 and Macy's is open for business! Yay! Welcome everyone to Macy's! The lower level will be opening in a few seconds!"
So I'm sitting there waiting for the lower level to open. I can see 2 employees on the other side of the gate, but they're not budging. (apparently announcer guy means business when he says not to open until he has given the instruction) About 2 minutes or so go by and this other customer who had also been waiting, decides she's not going to wait any longer and walks under the gate and goes in the store. A few minutes goes by and the gate is still not opening. I'm not a patient person, so this is killing me! I almost walked up the stairs to the upper level and went in the open gate on the upper level. Just as I'm contemplating this, I see what I now know is announcer guy come running through the store toward the gate. He says to the 2 employees, "Good morning! Are we ready?" As he's opening the gate, he peers out of the gate and has the big-ass stupid grin on his face. By this time the other 2 employees have joined him at the gate. When the gate was open he says, "Good morning everyone! Welcome to Macy's! Have a great day!" The other 2 also say the same thing. With this kind of a welcome I was expecting champagne, strawberries, something. But no, that was it. It was the strangest thing. Although, I shouldn't complain because at least it was nice customer service.
I wonder what announcer guys real title is...Macy's emcee? Macy's greeter?
Anyway, I didn't find a dress at Macy's. By-the-way, their map is totally wrong! The dresses are not where the dresses are supposed to be. In fact, I never found them. I left Macy's and headed to Jacques Pennay. And this is where I found the dress. I'll have to take a picture of it because the one on the website doesn't do it justice. I'll post that either later this evening or tomorrow. I also had to go buy a new bra because the dress is pretty low-cut. When I got home and told Mr. Jeep this fact he was extremely excited about that aspect of the dress. LC's response was, "Oooooh, so pretty momma! Pretty tutu!"
When it got to be about 10:50 am, I decided to head over to Macy's. Apparently I didn't walk slow enough because I still had about 8 minutes to go when I got there. So I sat outside the store and decided to wait. I don't know if anyone else has ever been a witness to the opening of a Macy's store, but it's something. A little before 11 am, a guy makes an announcement to the store employees that the store will be open for business in about 1 minute. This was the announcement by the over-zealous announcer guy:
"Okay everybody the store will be open for business in 1 minute. Place everyone, places. Get into position. Is everyone in position? I'll be opening up the upper level gate first. Do not let anyone in until I have completely opened the gate. Lower level - don't open the gate until I have given you instruction to do so. Is everyone smiling? Is everyone ready for a great day? O.k., I'm opening up the upper level gate. Here we go...3, 2, 1 and Macy's is open for business! Yay! Welcome everyone to Macy's! The lower level will be opening in a few seconds!"
So I'm sitting there waiting for the lower level to open. I can see 2 employees on the other side of the gate, but they're not budging. (apparently announcer guy means business when he says not to open until he has given the instruction) About 2 minutes or so go by and this other customer who had also been waiting, decides she's not going to wait any longer and walks under the gate and goes in the store. A few minutes goes by and the gate is still not opening. I'm not a patient person, so this is killing me! I almost walked up the stairs to the upper level and went in the open gate on the upper level. Just as I'm contemplating this, I see what I now know is announcer guy come running through the store toward the gate. He says to the 2 employees, "Good morning! Are we ready?" As he's opening the gate, he peers out of the gate and has the big-ass stupid grin on his face. By this time the other 2 employees have joined him at the gate. When the gate was open he says, "Good morning everyone! Welcome to Macy's! Have a great day!" The other 2 also say the same thing. With this kind of a welcome I was expecting champagne, strawberries, something. But no, that was it. It was the strangest thing. Although, I shouldn't complain because at least it was nice customer service.
I wonder what announcer guys real title is...Macy's emcee? Macy's greeter?
Anyway, I didn't find a dress at Macy's. By-the-way, their map is totally wrong! The dresses are not where the dresses are supposed to be. In fact, I never found them. I left Macy's and headed to Jacques Pennay. And this is where I found the dress. I'll have to take a picture of it because the one on the website doesn't do it justice. I'll post that either later this evening or tomorrow. I also had to go buy a new bra because the dress is pretty low-cut. When I got home and told Mr. Jeep this fact he was extremely excited about that aspect of the dress. LC's response was, "Oooooh, so pretty momma! Pretty tutu!"
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