Thursday, August 21, 2003

I'm a pretty forgiving person. If you make a mistake, or an accident causes something to break, just own up to it. I'll understand. If you try to cover it up, that's when I get mad

Today we finally had our carpets cleaned, after 2 1/2 years and a toddler running around, we'd acquired several stains.

Things didn't start well, and only got worse. The cleaning guy was supposed to come between 11 and 1. At 12:30, I logged on to send an e-mail to a potential job opportunity, and when I got off, I had a message from him with the following message: "Hey, it's Louis. It's 12:50. I was supposed to come between 12 and 2. If you still want me to come clean your carpets, just call and let me know. I can be there in half an hour."

So now I'm a little annoyed because I'm an anal person and had specifically wrote in my planner that he was coming between 11 and 1. So I called him and told him yes, I still wanted him to come, and he said he'd come in an hour, which would be 2 o'clock. I told him I was a little frustrated because we'd planned our day, and Boogie's nap around him coming earlier.

I got off the phone and vented to my husband about how pissed I was. He got mad because the guy was giving us a deal, and told me I shouldn't complain. I responded that just because someone's giving you a deal doesn't mean you should be left to wait until they decide to show up.

So the guy and his partner show up at 2:30 p.m. Luckily they only took 35 minutes and we were able to put Boogie down for her nap only an hour later than usual. The carpets looked great and we were happy.

After they left, I noticed that the little throw rug that's normally by the front door was crumbled up in front of our bedroom. I figured they'd moved it so it wouldn't get dirty when they brought in all of their equipment. I picked it up and moved it, not thinking of anything.

As we prepared to watch the season finale of the Amazing Race, my husband called me over to look at something on the floor in front of our room. It was a hole in the wood floor, the size of a pencil eraser. I remembered about the throw rug and realized that they must have dropped something, causing the hole, and then covered it up.

My husband called the guy and told him we weren't happy with what happened. That if he'd told us, we would have understood that accidents happen. The guy was truly apologetic and said he had no idea that anything had happened, that he'd ask his partner tomorrow. We told him we didn't expect him to pay to fix the floor, just that we would have appreciated him letting us know.

After he got off the phone, I looked at the little table that we typically have in the front hall. I noticed that it was in front of the hall closet. I also noticed that the table lamp that I'd placed on it after we'd moved stuff out of the living room, was on the side of the table, not the center where I'd placed it on a stack of magazines. "Did you move that table?" I asked my husband. "No," he said. "What about the lamp?" I said, realizing what had happened. "No," he said. "I bet if I pick up that lamp and put the pointy part on the top into the hole that it will fit," I said, getting up to conduct my experiment. My hypothesis proved correct.

After I put the lamp back (it's an antique that my mother-in-law gave us), I noticed that the frosted glass shade was wobbly. One of the screws had fallen out and nowhere to be found. So using our CSI skills, we determined that the table must have fallen, causing the lamp to tip over an hit the floor.

So now we have a hole in the floor and a broken lamp. I know that accidents happen. I'm sure we'll find a way to fix them. I just wish they'd told us what happened. And we definitely won't be recommending them to our friends.

Wednesday, August 20, 2003

Here are my answers to Secret Agent Jo's meme questions ... how do you say that? Like meee-meee? Like mem? I'm so uncool!

Anyway, I'm so flattered that Jo knows me so well as to craft these very personal questions for me!

1. If you could have ANY career in the world what would it be?
I'd be a successful novelist, writing books that inspired others, while making them laugh, and sometimes cry. I'd want to write those books that you just can't put down, even if it's 2 a.m.

2. When you eat your sandwiches in a spiral from the crusts in, do you imagine that you are a chipmunk?
Unfortunately, I'm not that dainty. And I think it would be weird to eat with my little hands up by my face, crouching on the floor, casting darting glances in case someone wanted to snatch my sandwich. Although it would make for interesting conversation!

3. What is your favorite drink on a blistering hot day?
It depends. If we're out at the lake, an ice cold beer is the best. If I'm stuck inside doing housework, just plain water hits the spot. However, my drink of choice when I'm just hanging out is Diet Coke.

4. What’s under your bed?
A couple of hat boxes full of old cards and letters. Hmmm, let me go check ... well, it looks like not much. A couple of random feathers that must have escaped from the feather bed, and a yellow rubber bouncing ball that Boogie must have been playing with.

5. If you were bound and gagged by evil gypsies, and they made you watch as they tore apart your linen closet and folded all your towels backwards, who would you want to rescue you?
I'd hope that my muffled screams of "Noooo!" would be heard from my husband. He understands my anal tendencies, and while he doesn't conform to them, wouldn't judge me as he untied me and watched me race to fold them right (with the folded edges in the front and to the left side, sorted by color, with the hand towels and washcloths on one shelf the good towels on another, and the older towels underneath.

That was fun. What do I do next?

Sunday, August 17, 2003

I'm going to Palm Springs this weekend! I am so excited. I had just written this past week about wanting to go, and now I am!

It all started a few days ago. I was checking my e-mail and I saw one of those pop-up ads for a travel site. I noticed that one of the resorts where my sister-in-law/one of my best friends and I stayed in Palm Springs about three years ago had a rediculously low rate.

Yesterday, while at the second birthday party of my husband's cousin, I told her about it. "Wouldn't it be great to go there again?" I asked. "Let's go," she said. And that was it.

It's weird because every time we've gone to Palm Springs, it's always been last minute. The first time, she'd been going through some really hard times, and I had a bunch of Marriott points that I could use for a free weekend at a 5-star resort. With just four day's notice we planned the trip and were off. It happened to coincide with the same weekend that our husbands were in San Diego for a basketball tournament.

Two years ago, it was pretty much the same thing. Our husbands were off for their annual fishing trip in the mountains, and we decided to do a girls weekend. Of course, we had to hear about how they only spent $50 for a four-day trip and how we could only spend the same. We rationalized that since the room was free, we could splurge on massages and facials!

Last year we didn't get to go because Boogie was too small to leave alone. I had actually been there a few months before when I was 8 months pregnant because I had to work a conference there. But it wasn't quite the same as being able to drink a pina colada at the pool, relaxing in the sun.

So after our conversation on Saturday, I decided to see if I could find that rate. Of course, the pop-up ad was gone, and the only rates I could find were for more than $100 a night (we could have stayed at a cheap hotel, but one of the main reasons to go is to stay at a posh resort with a great spa). Then I remembered that I had bought one of those entertainment coupon books a while back. My husband and I always forget to use it, but I knew they had specials on hotels. The book ended up having the super-low rate I'd seen in the ad for the resort where we stayed the first time. But then I found another resort, a huge one with five pools and a 30,000 square foot spa (I can't imagine what could be in such a huge place), and decided to check it out. We got a similar rate, just a few dollars more, so I booked it.

I'm pretty excited. While it won't correspond with my husband's fishing trip this year, which is about a month away, it's time for my sister-in-law and me to get away. She's been dealing with so much, and while my issues can't compare to hers, I need some time away as well. We'll come back all refreshed from our massage and facials, ready to face the cruel world!

And yes, I know it's going to be awfully hot this time of year, but hey, it's been hot here too! At least there we can relax in the icy hotel room or lounge in the pool all day. Oh, I cannot wait!