I think there must be something in the gas besides gas. I don't just mean the higher prices, but something is causing people around here to loose thier minds, and car exhaust seems to me a pretty sneaky way to poison a large group of unsuspecting people (I mean more so than we already are)
I stopped in Wally World tonight to returns yesterdays afore mentioned sports bra as the uniboob look really isn't me. Afterwards I went to pick up a few other needed, items (mouthwash, face mask, home manicure suppliesk, you know the essentials), while I was in the hair care aisle some Asian woman (an employee yet) was helping a bunch of hispanic people decide on a hair color product for the lone female of the group. I was looking at hair items minding my own business, but eavesdropping none the less, as I love overhearing other peoples conversations.
I turned away from my cart for a moment to look at something when the Asian lady made eye contact and grabbed my hand leading me of to a corner. Where she whispered to me
Don't leave your wallet, there are foreigners everywhere
I was stunnded. I finally just had to laugh. I swear I thought I was on candid camera, or some really bad reality show. Did she really say what I thought she just said!?!? In Wal-Mart yet. **blink blink**
Hello, this is America, unless you are 100% Native American somewhere in your family tree there are a bunch of one time foreigners.. And even they immigrated over thru Asia several thousand years ago.
Sheesh, read a history book why don't you.
Than I check my email and find this lovely little piece of spam. Presented exactly as I recieved it, creative spellings and all.
Re:.. P.ossib.le meeting f
Hi tbhere lovely, I was searbcbhing the net few days ago. I am new to this thing. and saw your profile.a I decided to emaail you cause I found b you attractive. I might come down to your city ain few weeks. Let me know if we can meet each other in person. I am attractive gairl. I am sure you won't regreta it. Reply to my personal email at
I've never placed a personal ad ever. And I don't swing on that side of the fence, I don't swing period with random strangers I've never met. So What.the.fuck!?!? I must be on some mighty intersting lists. But at least this one wasn't in Greek.
It seems to me if you are trying to spam someone to get money out of them, it would make sense to put the email in a language they might possibly be able to actually read!?!? But I'm strange that way.
A few days ago, my WiseGeek email sent me this wonderful link, about how I can make my own yarn out of dog fur, Or cat fur If I have enough kitites (no harm to the animal, it involves saving what they shed naturally). I think I will pass. Somehow I don't think a Chloe sweater or a Chester scarf really sounds all that appealing to me. Not to mention the work. I mean who is that freaking bored?
Last week I put on gas. A local grocery store has an offer where you get so much off per gallon of gas with your reciept, up to 12 cents if you buy over $100. My reciept is only for about $25 or so, good for 4 cents off per gallon. After work I traipse over to the station as my gas tank was not quite but almost down to fumes. I fill up my car, after going thru more steps than required to program the average tivo, and pay for my discounted gas. I thought I had got a pretty good deal. Not so much. On my way to visit the delinquent one, I drove by a station I used to frequent regularly when I worked down town. The same freaking gas was 4 cents cheaper than what I paid with my freaking discount. Good thing I only bought $20 worth.
At the rate we are going pretty soon filling stations will have to have finance offers to help you take out loan everytime you fill up. Sheesh!!
But at least its Friday. That means Las and Order and a night I don't have to worry about getting to be and getting up early the next day.
TTFN
Friday, May 11, 2007
pants and such
In the good news of the day I did try on pants today. I had one pair that would have been perfect, were I to suddenly sprout another 3 inches. And I actually tried on a pair of size 12's. I wouldn't ever where them in public as they made my thighs look like over grilled brats just before the skin bursts and they pop, but I was able to get them on and zipped.
I'd probably be able to fit much better if I didn't have all this stupid extra floppy skin and flab. I was thrilled to buy a shirt that was only a L, no more X's for me. {I'd never get and xs, if I lost that much I think I'd be hospitalilzed}. I also invested in a sports bra. Jogging with out one could be hazardous to me and anyone on the same block. {there is track only two blocks from here at the elementrary school, so I power walk/jog there}
Had a great visit with Warren tonight, and The Falcon is back at home and ready to take on the Kessel Run. I don't even want to know what was going thru the mind of one of the previous owners who had fixed part o the exhaust {under the car, not visible unless you hoist it up and look} with duct tape?? Even mechanically challanged me, wouldn't think of that. It was kind of funny though, considering it was rather fried.
I'm in a better mood tonight. I had salmon and asparagus for dinner along with a healthy dose of Mel Brooks {Young Frankenstein}, and Mel always cheers me up. So does having a nice pleasant visit with my boy. I was evil mommy and snuck him in a few illegal skittles. Just a few that he ate while we talked.
And tommorrow is Friday. I have two days off and to myself. No getting up, no work, no obligations other than a few household chores and a visit to my son, or two.
I'd probably be able to fit much better if I didn't have all this stupid extra floppy skin and flab. I was thrilled to buy a shirt that was only a L, no more X's for me. {I'd never get and xs, if I lost that much I think I'd be hospitalilzed}. I also invested in a sports bra. Jogging with out one could be hazardous to me and anyone on the same block. {there is track only two blocks from here at the elementrary school, so I power walk/jog there}
Had a great visit with Warren tonight, and The Falcon is back at home and ready to take on the Kessel Run. I don't even want to know what was going thru the mind of one of the previous owners who had fixed part o the exhaust {under the car, not visible unless you hoist it up and look} with duct tape?? Even mechanically challanged me, wouldn't think of that. It was kind of funny though, considering it was rather fried.
I'm in a better mood tonight. I had salmon and asparagus for dinner along with a healthy dose of Mel Brooks {Young Frankenstein}, and Mel always cheers me up. So does having a nice pleasant visit with my boy. I was evil mommy and snuck him in a few illegal skittles. Just a few that he ate while we talked.
And tommorrow is Friday. I have two days off and to myself. No getting up, no work, no obligations other than a few household chores and a visit to my son, or two.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
dark side of the moon
You know how on most cars the muffler connects to a long pipe that connects to the rest of the exhaust system and evntually to the engine. Mine doesn't. At least not currently. The other day I thought my car sounded a bit different than normal. I got out to go do what I was out to take care of anyway, and wouldn't you know, my muffler was hanging on by a proverbial thread, about 45 degrees from the ground, with only a few inches of clearance.
Guess who has to take thier car in for more doctor time tommorrow. They could have did it today, but I needed time for some creative banking in order to pay for it. Just my luck, unlike domestic cars, Japanese imports each have thier own specific muffler instead of one muffler fitting any old car, which naturally doubles the price and than some. On the brightside it does come with a lifetime warrenty {the muffler not the rest of the work, fittings etc..}.
I also had my last school meeting/IEP meeting with Warren's teachers and staff. Not my favorite meeting. I"m lucky to be in such a good school district and they really do a lot for him. But they also confirmed for me what I already know deep inside but don't want to deal with.
Ask any mother and they will tell you a parent's {especially most mothers} first instinct is to protect thier child, to make the bad things go away, and the good things come back. Unfortunately once children reach a certain age, there are bad things that mom can't make go away. They are able to get into trouble that mom can't, and shouldn't get them out of.
Even though aranging 24 hour adult supervision would allow him to be home until his trial, it really wouldn't be in his best interest, no matter how much I would like it to be otherwise. Warren is going to hate me, and of course The Idiot will use this as a chance to make me the bad guy, and use it with Warren against me.
I am going to have to talk to my lawyer tommorrow as we have our next hearing on Tuesday the 15th at 8:30 am. His PO has finally been able to talk to his doctors, and I need to get legal help to try and speed things up. Juvy is a safe place, but it is definately not the best place for him, but home placement isn't either.
He says he is sorry and will do whatever he needs to, and in his mind he may even mean some of it. But I know as soon as he is free and can talk to his friends again, we will be back to square one. He just doesn't know how to cope, or how to deal. The lure is too strong, and the desire will overpower the will. His dad is over 45 and can't keep clean, I don't know how a 13 year old can fight it.
Last week I was so torn. I wanted Warren to think I was on his side, but at the same time, I was so glad when the judge wouldn't release him to my custody. I only hope and pray something can be worked out soon.
After Tuesday, we have to go back to court on the 29th for pre-trial and then on June 4th for the official trial {unless his lawyer works out a deal before then}. He won't even get to spend his 14th birthday with us.
I know it is what is best for him, but it isn't making it any easier. I"m his mom, I'm supposed to take care of him and protect him. I am the one who let his father repeadelty back into his life, and let him live with all the turmoil and uncertainty. I should have provided him with a better childhood, maybe now he wouldn't be so mixed up, so angry. When his dad was out of our lives and he was with me all week and only saw his dad on some weekends and everythign was predictable he was fine. Then Mike fucked it all up and I let him.
I can't help the guilts. I'm a mother, protecting my son and looking out for him is my number one job and I just dont' feel like I"m doing it right now.
I know I have done a lot better than most. I care about my son, I make sure he has healthy food, a warm clean place to live, a good education, fun extras, family, and time with loved ones. But I also let him live with an unstable father and a mother who wasn't
I know he makes his own choices at this point, but I can't help but look back and wonder how he would have turned out had I gave him up for adoption instead of thinking I could raise him on my own. Or if I had followed my first instinct and just left town to go back to my parents and not told Mike. So many questions, none of them have answers.
I know I've done the best I could,but did I? I can't help but feel I have some blame in this as well. I may not have ever beaten my son, or degraded him,I've tried to always be there, but I'm far from perfect.
As much as I blame his friends and cant' stand them, I do have to give them credit for getting him help when they were worried about his safety, even though I have a feelign they were less than totally honest. Had nobody gotten him help, I shudder to think what could have happened.
I guess I just need to mourn the child I dreamed of having, and learn to accept the child I have. He is and always well be my baby. I just can't kiss away the boo-boos anymore.
"there is no dark side of the moon really, its all dark"
Guess who has to take thier car in for more doctor time tommorrow. They could have did it today, but I needed time for some creative banking in order to pay for it. Just my luck, unlike domestic cars, Japanese imports each have thier own specific muffler instead of one muffler fitting any old car, which naturally doubles the price and than some. On the brightside it does come with a lifetime warrenty {the muffler not the rest of the work, fittings etc..}.
I also had my last school meeting/IEP meeting with Warren's teachers and staff. Not my favorite meeting. I"m lucky to be in such a good school district and they really do a lot for him. But they also confirmed for me what I already know deep inside but don't want to deal with.
Ask any mother and they will tell you a parent's {especially most mothers} first instinct is to protect thier child, to make the bad things go away, and the good things come back. Unfortunately once children reach a certain age, there are bad things that mom can't make go away. They are able to get into trouble that mom can't, and shouldn't get them out of.
Even though aranging 24 hour adult supervision would allow him to be home until his trial, it really wouldn't be in his best interest, no matter how much I would like it to be otherwise. Warren is going to hate me, and of course The Idiot will use this as a chance to make me the bad guy, and use it with Warren against me.
I am going to have to talk to my lawyer tommorrow as we have our next hearing on Tuesday the 15th at 8:30 am. His PO has finally been able to talk to his doctors, and I need to get legal help to try and speed things up. Juvy is a safe place, but it is definately not the best place for him, but home placement isn't either.
He says he is sorry and will do whatever he needs to, and in his mind he may even mean some of it. But I know as soon as he is free and can talk to his friends again, we will be back to square one. He just doesn't know how to cope, or how to deal. The lure is too strong, and the desire will overpower the will. His dad is over 45 and can't keep clean, I don't know how a 13 year old can fight it.
Last week I was so torn. I wanted Warren to think I was on his side, but at the same time, I was so glad when the judge wouldn't release him to my custody. I only hope and pray something can be worked out soon.
After Tuesday, we have to go back to court on the 29th for pre-trial and then on June 4th for the official trial {unless his lawyer works out a deal before then}. He won't even get to spend his 14th birthday with us.
I know it is what is best for him, but it isn't making it any easier. I"m his mom, I'm supposed to take care of him and protect him. I am the one who let his father repeadelty back into his life, and let him live with all the turmoil and uncertainty. I should have provided him with a better childhood, maybe now he wouldn't be so mixed up, so angry. When his dad was out of our lives and he was with me all week and only saw his dad on some weekends and everythign was predictable he was fine. Then Mike fucked it all up and I let him.
I can't help the guilts. I'm a mother, protecting my son and looking out for him is my number one job and I just dont' feel like I"m doing it right now.
I know I have done a lot better than most. I care about my son, I make sure he has healthy food, a warm clean place to live, a good education, fun extras, family, and time with loved ones. But I also let him live with an unstable father and a mother who wasn't
I know he makes his own choices at this point, but I can't help but look back and wonder how he would have turned out had I gave him up for adoption instead of thinking I could raise him on my own. Or if I had followed my first instinct and just left town to go back to my parents and not told Mike. So many questions, none of them have answers.
I know I've done the best I could,but did I? I can't help but feel I have some blame in this as well. I may not have ever beaten my son, or degraded him,I've tried to always be there, but I'm far from perfect.
As much as I blame his friends and cant' stand them, I do have to give them credit for getting him help when they were worried about his safety, even though I have a feelign they were less than totally honest. Had nobody gotten him help, I shudder to think what could have happened.
I guess I just need to mourn the child I dreamed of having, and learn to accept the child I have. He is and always well be my baby. I just can't kiss away the boo-boos anymore.
"there is no dark side of the moon really, its all dark"
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
Hair and there
New mutterings
Tumor :: brain
Bunch :: grapes
Gratitude :: thankful
Feel alive :: walking
Connect :: friends
Temptation :: food
Brighten:: light
Jewelry :: ring
Tough :: parent
Harmless :: Douglas Adams, Mostly
I can't believe someone actually noticed that I colored my hair. Granted it has been almost a week, and true I did stick with a color that is just a slightly more intense shade of my natural color. But still I find it kind of funny that it was a guy who noticed {don't even think it, there is nothing of the sort. He's a good 10 years younger and neither of us has any interest. My team lead of all people.
When I used to color my hair {I'm about 20 percent gray if I let it go for awhile}, I would always go for a mahogony or a cinnamony color, something in the browinsh red family. This time I went for chestnut, and I must say I look really good. My grays look almost like highlights and somehow I have a few strands that seem to appear like lowlights. Now sure how that happened, but it works. Too bad it washes out after a couple dozen shampoos. But now that I like how it looks, maybe I'll splurge on a permanent color. Its close enough that my roots would barely show.
I'm fairly lucky in that while my hair is on the fine side, I was blessed with a ton of it. It has on two occassions decided to suddenly get all thin and disapeary on me, but it always came back with a vengeance. I am a true Leo, my hair has always been my best/favorite physical feature, unlike certain lower parts which I seem to spend way too much time on, causing them to have a bad case of office worker spread.
Hair is a strange thing. According to my parents I was born with pitch black hair, but it fell out and was replaced with very light blonde hair, which I had for most of my childhood. Than somewhere around puberty it started getting darker until I reached the point where I am either a very dark blonde or a very light brunette. With My coloring only something in the brown/brown-red family would work. I once tried dying my hair midnite black. I looked so pale, people thought I needed a transfusion. I won't even try blonde, I'm sure I"d look like a freak.
Okay not sure how this turned into a disertation on my hair but whatever.
More excitement. It seems one of Warren's so called good friends stole his bike from our front yard. I guess they got tired of the crappy derailer and abandoned it. The police found it right next to where we used to live. The tires are still fine, but the chain won't stay on the back gears. I moved it inside the house. I wish I knew which one did it, not that it matters.
These kis have done the same shit before {Warren isn't innocent, he's returned the favor}, and yet they keep wanting to hang out. I really can't say I get it at all. I'm fairly certain I wouldn't want to be friends with anyone who stole from me. I know my friends sure as hell would not be impressed.
And my folks used to think my generation was hard to understand.
See ya on the dark side of the moon
Tumor :: brain
Bunch :: grapes
Gratitude :: thankful
Feel alive :: walking
Connect :: friends
Temptation :: food
Brighten:: light
Jewelry :: ring
Tough :: parent
Harmless :: Douglas Adams, Mostly
I can't believe someone actually noticed that I colored my hair. Granted it has been almost a week, and true I did stick with a color that is just a slightly more intense shade of my natural color. But still I find it kind of funny that it was a guy who noticed {don't even think it, there is nothing of the sort. He's a good 10 years younger and neither of us has any interest. My team lead of all people.
When I used to color my hair {I'm about 20 percent gray if I let it go for awhile}, I would always go for a mahogony or a cinnamony color, something in the browinsh red family. This time I went for chestnut, and I must say I look really good. My grays look almost like highlights and somehow I have a few strands that seem to appear like lowlights. Now sure how that happened, but it works. Too bad it washes out after a couple dozen shampoos. But now that I like how it looks, maybe I'll splurge on a permanent color. Its close enough that my roots would barely show.
I'm fairly lucky in that while my hair is on the fine side, I was blessed with a ton of it. It has on two occassions decided to suddenly get all thin and disapeary on me, but it always came back with a vengeance. I am a true Leo, my hair has always been my best/favorite physical feature, unlike certain lower parts which I seem to spend way too much time on, causing them to have a bad case of office worker spread.
Hair is a strange thing. According to my parents I was born with pitch black hair, but it fell out and was replaced with very light blonde hair, which I had for most of my childhood. Than somewhere around puberty it started getting darker until I reached the point where I am either a very dark blonde or a very light brunette. With My coloring only something in the brown/brown-red family would work. I once tried dying my hair midnite black. I looked so pale, people thought I needed a transfusion. I won't even try blonde, I'm sure I"d look like a freak.
Okay not sure how this turned into a disertation on my hair but whatever.
More excitement. It seems one of Warren's so called good friends stole his bike from our front yard. I guess they got tired of the crappy derailer and abandoned it. The police found it right next to where we used to live. The tires are still fine, but the chain won't stay on the back gears. I moved it inside the house. I wish I knew which one did it, not that it matters.
These kis have done the same shit before {Warren isn't innocent, he's returned the favor}, and yet they keep wanting to hang out. I really can't say I get it at all. I'm fairly certain I wouldn't want to be friends with anyone who stole from me. I know my friends sure as hell would not be impressed.
And my folks used to think my generation was hard to understand.
See ya on the dark side of the moon
Monday, May 7, 2007
Lawyers, Lawyers everywhere
Today I had to go back to court for Warren, just for a detention hearing, not for the charges. I also have two more court dates comming up on the 15th and the 29th. Its a good thing I keep in touch with his PO, or I wouldn't have been there. The Sherrif was supposed to serve me with the papers on Friday {liek I could get off work that short notice}, I was out, but I called him. I have yet to see him. {rolls eyes}.
I am still working on the red tape to get him into DBGR {Dakota Boys and girls Ranch}. Meanwhile since I am not able to provide 24/7 adult supervision he will remain in detention until such time as I am able to do so {not necesarrily me, just a responsible adult}, or make other arrangements he is stuck in junior jail. On the brightside I think he is learning a powerful lesson in how some things are so so not worth the price you will later pay, and you had better consider the potential consequences before you choose to do something.
This whole thing is getting out of hand. I have a lawyer, my son has a lawyer and now the Idiot suddenly wants to play dad, and he may be also getting a lawyer {all courtesy the great state of North Dakota}. Add in a PO and the States attourney, that is a lot of legal eagles for the issue of one frustrated mixed up teenage boy, and a hella lot cash.
I have so much going thru my mind right now. I miss Warren so much, but at the same time I am also glad that he is someplace where he is safe, warm, fed and can't get in trouble. The school is providing a tutor twice a week so he is still getting something resembling and education and he is so bored in room time that he actually has started reading books {yayyyy}.
The weather is finally so nice, I can't wait to go out walking again. I just wish I could find my BAt III cd, or any of my BOOH collection. Walking to music for an hour or so does wonders to clear my head and keep me from eating just to eat.
Snafu, pafu
So much for diaryland being back up. I still can't make an entry over there. I"m not saying anymore.
I don't have much time to update as I gotta move my but if I want to get to work on time and have something to eat for lunch.
Yesterday was finally a decent day. I actually spent most of it away from home which is a good thing. Usually when I have a day off I waste too much of it just sitting around not being productive. While no laundry or dishes were done, I did manage to get off my but.
There was an alterna-fair in town at the civic. I guess it was and Edge Whole Life Fair or something like that. Basically it was psychics and spritiualists, hypnotists, alternative healh care practiioners, etc.. everything but a tarot reader which kind of suprised me. I didn't really have any extra cash for readings or aura photographs or biofeedback which was too bad. I could have dropped a bundle.
I have a healthy dose of skeptisim for that kind of thing, but I also have an open mind. There is a lot we don't know, and yes I beleive people like the one the character in Medium is based on really do exist. You'll never find them by dialing 1-900 and paying by the minute, but they do exist and most of them have normal day jobs, families etc.. And no I don't think beliving such stuff is evil, thats just silly.
Anyway. I have to go to court again for another detention hearing for Warren. I am not looking forward to it, not at all.
Wish me luck
I don't have much time to update as I gotta move my but if I want to get to work on time and have something to eat for lunch.
Yesterday was finally a decent day. I actually spent most of it away from home which is a good thing. Usually when I have a day off I waste too much of it just sitting around not being productive. While no laundry or dishes were done, I did manage to get off my but.
There was an alterna-fair in town at the civic. I guess it was and Edge Whole Life Fair or something like that. Basically it was psychics and spritiualists, hypnotists, alternative healh care practiioners, etc.. everything but a tarot reader which kind of suprised me. I didn't really have any extra cash for readings or aura photographs or biofeedback which was too bad. I could have dropped a bundle.
I have a healthy dose of skeptisim for that kind of thing, but I also have an open mind. There is a lot we don't know, and yes I beleive people like the one the character in Medium is based on really do exist. You'll never find them by dialing 1-900 and paying by the minute, but they do exist and most of them have normal day jobs, families etc.. And no I don't think beliving such stuff is evil, thats just silly.
Anyway. I have to go to court again for another detention hearing for Warren. I am not looking forward to it, not at all.
Wish me luck
Sunday, May 6, 2007
As I was saying
The following was originally written Saturday 5-5-07, but only published on Myspace and Calorie Count due to Diaryland's well known technical difficulties. I am copying it here for those who don't want to have a MySpace account just for me.
I'm not sure how many blogs this makes for me right now. I may need to cut back somewhere. I haven't even logged in at CafeMom since I first signed up. Time for some consolidating.
But for now, this is my backup plan. I"ll never be caught with my blog down again. I hope.
And just for the record, I'm not so much mad at Andrew as I am totally frustrated. Had I {and the rest of diaryland} been keep in the loop as to what was going on I wouldn't have been so upset and testy. Many of us have used diaryland for so long, we come to take it for granted. When it isn't there, we become like a smoker who is out of Camels and can't find his wallet. I understand all to well the frailites of computers and how quickly a minor glitch can be come a terminal migraine. But I also work in customer service and know that clients are a lot more understanding when you are upfront with them, work with them and attempt to make amends for thier trouble, even if it was a sitiuation beyond your control. {we often reship pacakages when it was ups, or usps that screwed up, or other issue not our fault}, its only right.
He could have also shut down everybody for a short period to make things faster, and then just given the gold and supergold members that much of an extentioon on thier accounts for free, or offered them a cheaper renewal for thier trouble. There are always options, but ignoring your customers is only going to make them seek out your competition. So is getting defensive. Work with us, and we will work with you. We can be quite understanding if we are given a chance. But we weren't.
5-5-07 about 9pmishMy thermometer says its 70 {f} in here, but it feels more like 50. I'm
wearing a jacket and I'm still freezing. It's pouring out and has been since
yesterday. I am so sick of wet and cold weather. I miss my sun {not to be
confused with my son who I also miss}. This weather is not helping my mood at
all.
After work I had some time to kill and rather than come home and then
go to visit Warren burning up more gas, I drove to a thrift store that was on
the way there, and did some browsing. Browsing to the tune of about 7 bucks, but
still not baad. I got a hair dryer, two books, a couple of glasses {drinking}
and some bath salts {unopened with both Italian and English on the label, how
fancy}.
I wound up getting into another argument with Warren at visiting, but I
think we got over it. He doesn't see how his attitude isnt' acceptable, and
joking about stupid stunts and ideas isn't funny. He stil wants to hang out with
those kids.
The same kids who scared the crap out of me at midnite banging on my
door and then running away making noise in the hall. I don't need that crap.
They were gone too fast for me to call the police on them, and I didn't see any
faces well enough to identify them, but I have a pretty good idea who they are.
The thought of Warren hanging out with those idiots again, just pisses me off.
He's so much better than that.
I'm off tommorrow, not that I can afford to go anywhere, except maybe
to UU, just to get out and be with other people, other like minded adult people.
I am sick of freezing and raining. I"m sick of being hungry when I know
I've eaten. I think after I watch some of this Dr. Who {the original from back
in the 60's, whoot whoot}, its time to make use of my bath salts adn some hot
tea.. Than take my meds and snuggle under 3 {yes 3} blankets and hope I can be
warm, and not hungry.
Funny I never used to have appeetite issues, but now that it is all
yucky outside and Warren has me turned inside out, all I want to do is eat, even
when I am not hungry.
Hopefully a few of my dlanders have found me. I'm
having withdrawl pains
I'm not sure how many blogs this makes for me right now. I may need to cut back somewhere. I haven't even logged in at CafeMom since I first signed up. Time for some consolidating.
But for now, this is my backup plan. I"ll never be caught with my blog down again. I hope.
And just for the record, I'm not so much mad at Andrew as I am totally frustrated. Had I {and the rest of diaryland} been keep in the loop as to what was going on I wouldn't have been so upset and testy. Many of us have used diaryland for so long, we come to take it for granted. When it isn't there, we become like a smoker who is out of Camels and can't find his wallet. I understand all to well the frailites of computers and how quickly a minor glitch can be come a terminal migraine. But I also work in customer service and know that clients are a lot more understanding when you are upfront with them, work with them and attempt to make amends for thier trouble, even if it was a sitiuation beyond your control. {we often reship pacakages when it was ups, or usps that screwed up, or other issue not our fault}, its only right.
He could have also shut down everybody for a short period to make things faster, and then just given the gold and supergold members that much of an extentioon on thier accounts for free, or offered them a cheaper renewal for thier trouble. There are always options, but ignoring your customers is only going to make them seek out your competition. So is getting defensive. Work with us, and we will work with you. We can be quite understanding if we are given a chance. But we weren't.
Testing testing
Just a test post to see how this looks. Trying to set up a blog than can be read and commented to by people who don't want to sign up for MySpace or another account. I have 4 or 5 blogs already. What' s another one. Sooner or later I'll settle in to one home, with a few vacations spots.
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