Friday, June 5, 2009

I think I'm falling in love...

With Shabby Apple. This company has some of the cutest dresses! I am personally in love with and hoping to someday purchase the "Madison Ave" dress, although it's really more for fall. While a little bit expensive (at least for me), they are so pretty and feminine, and best of all, MADE FOR MODEST WOMEN! Check out the site and see why you really want to enter this giveaway on one of my other favorite sites, Grosgrain.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Lost in space

Well, not space, exactly. More like a hard drive.

Ande bought an external hard drive last week. One of the first things he did was to move all of his iTunes stuff and our pictures from the laptop to the hard drive. Then he deleted all of the music and pics off of the computer.

Now our computer is quite a bit faster, which is awesome. What's not so awesome? The fact that the new hard drive has since died and now we can't get anything off of it.

I spent like 30 minutes (maybe more, I don't remember) on hold this morning to talk to the data recovery people at the manufacturer. Of course they can most likely retrieve our data. For a fee. An $800 fee. WHAT THE HECK?!?

"Sorry, DATA is not covered by warranty. Even if the hard drive was only purchased last week." This is what I was told.

Fortunately we know a guy who's on the "Geek Squad" at Best Buy who might be able to help us out. I'm really hoping so. I mean, they're only pictures, it could be a LOT worse, but still. I'm still super disappointed.

Needless to say, I don't think I will be trusting my pics to a hard drive again anytime soon.

On a lighter note, I lost 2 pounds last week, AND Nate (you know, Gwyneth's dad) actually commented on my FB page! I feel almost famous. LOL

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Taking the long way...

This morning in the car on the way to school, I asked Bubber what his schedule was for summer baseball practices. This is how the conversation went:

Me: "So, what is your schedule for baseball practice now?"

Bubber: "Mondays and Wednesdays."

Me: "But you don't have practice next Monday because you have a game."

Bubber: "No. We won't have any practices after the first game."

Me: "What time is your practice tomorrow then?"

Bubber: "Practice is cancelled, I told you that yesterday. (Note to self, try not to zone out when Bubber is talking baseball, no matter HOW much you aren't interested in the topic) There aren't enough players."

Me: "So you don't have any more practices?"

Bubber: "We have practice on Saturday."

Me: "What you're saying is that you ONLY have a practice this Saturday and that's it?"

Bubber: "Yeah."

Me: "So why didn't you just say that?"

Bubber: "You asked what the schedule was. Saturday's practice isn't on the schedule."

Um. Okay.

Seriously? All of that was needed for what should have been a one question/one answer conversation?

Please tell me I'm not the only one who sees that this conversation was kinda like when you were a kid and your dad (or mom, depending on who usually drove) used to take the "back roads" to avoid traffic on the highway, only to make the trip last twice as long to get to the same destination because of all of the twists and turns he had to take to get there.

Tuesday Tip O' The Day

In order to avoid any confusion, it is a good idea to let your husband know that running errands for him wasn't quite what you had in mind when you said you wanted to "have a little 'Me' time once in a while".

Or maybe it's just MY husband who thinks that?

I'm sure he means well, because he actually asked me to run an errand for him, and he said the words, "I thought you might want to get out of the house for a while." getting out of the house, I tend to think of more "leisurely" pursuits. You know, like getting my hair cut, shopping (for something other than groceries and/or household necessities), or hanging out with my girlfriends for a little while~sans children.

Apparently to the male mind, getting out of the house applies to ANY activity that involves me leaving the house without the kids in tow.

Maybe in the morning when he goes to work, I should say, "Aren't you glad to be able to get out of the house every day for a little 'You' time?" Think that would go over well? Okay, me neither. But it was fun to think about for a moment.

I guess it could be worse - he could ask me to run errands for him AND make me take the kids...