Slow Week.

Not much has been going on here lately. I have been busy with work and NMT and I have been picking out colors to paint our kitchen and to throw in a few accent walls. I "guest bartended" at a St. Patrick's Day slash charity event at the bar I used to work at. It was a true testament as to why I don't work there anymore. Don't get me wrong, it was fun for a night. However, I can't decide which was more fun: seeing old faces or saying to certain people "Oh you don't like my attitude? You can complain, but it won't do anything. I'm only here for the night. I don't really work here." We had a man come the other day to do some work on our floors the other day. He brought his lovely wife. So sweet. She was helping him with this and that, looked around our home and told me how nice it was. That was nice to hear because NMT and I aren't would like to get out of it. She was looking at pictures we have all over the house... our nieces and nephews, wedding pictures, my friends... and she turns and says to me, "You know, you're really cute. I don't know if anyone has ever told you that. But you are just adorable." I replied with a thank you and no, I have never, in my 28 years on this Earth been told that I was cute. I made myself disappear for a few hours, running to town looking for things to do. I went to a store to look for a new purse, you know, because that's exactly what I need. Upon my return, man and lovely wife were still working away at our floors. Our house isn't very big so I didn't have anywhere to hide. Lovely turned and looked at me and out of nowhere says, "Yeah, I had therapy done on my finger... this one... " Ah. NMT must have told her what I do for a living. For those of you that are not aware... Massage Therapy is NOT... I repeat... NOT the same as physical therapy. Just a little FYI. That's about it. I just wanted all to know that I am still alive and delaying all my day off responsibilities. Hey, I may post later depending on what I see today. Have a great day!

Sorry, I'm Taken

I like to shop. I love love love shopping for t-shirts. Anyone will tell you... t-shirts were actually the favor and centerpiece at my wedding. ANYWAY... When I shop for t-shirts, I like to find the vintage ones; like my NBC peacock shirt, my Sugar Daddy shirt, Babelicious tee that is in the Bubbilicious logo and of course, Vote For Pedro. What I don't like... Those stupid t shirts that are supposed to be worn by grown women that read things like, "I taught your boyfriend that thing you like" (I actually saw a young married mother wearing that shirt). One of my biggest annoyances is the t-shirts with matching jewelry that say just one word: TAKEN. PUH-LEASE. To let someone know that you are taken, don't waste your money on t-shirts and jewelry. Do what I do... I was at the beach with some girlfriends last week. We parked ourselves in front of this popular hang out spot for spring breakers. My friends tease me for being the only married one. Yeah, I know it's funny. Since Spring Break runs for MONTHS here, there is no escaping the morons you run into. It was rather hot that day so we decided to take a walk into the lukewarm Gulf to converse on a sandbar. A few yards away, there were some younger guys tossing the football around. The ball came near where I was standing and one of the young men dove for it, using the close proximity as an excuse to talk to me. Not noticing the ring on my left hand, the boy says, "Hey." I reply with an annoyed "Hi." He asks, "What are yoouuu doin?" I looked at him and said, "Peeing." He asked me to repeat myself and again, "I'm peeing." Then he asked if I was serious. I told him if he wanted to come a little closer, the water is rather warm in my area. I guess he wasn't impressed as he made his way to another cluster of young girls.

For the love

Have I ever told you about my bestie? I call her Sarrie and she calls me BF. I know what you're thinking... aw, BF. How sweet. BF stands for Best Friend. Kinda. Yes, we are BFFs. However, BF actually stands for Bran Flake. In high school, I had a friend and her mom called me Bran Flake. Sarrie calls me Bran Flake because I am wholesome yet, I have a tendency to be a little air headed at times. One things she likes to pick on me about is my insistence on proper grammar. Quite the oxymoron since New Mr. Tia sometimes lacks in the grammar department. My brother and sister and I have always been sticklers for the subject. One day, Sarrie and I were on our way to dinner with a friend and we passed a restaurant that had a sign reading "BE ARE VALENTINE". You can imagine my distress over this sign. Sarrie talked me out of calling the restaurant to alert them to the error. On our way back, the sign was changed and I was able to rest easy. I was on my way home from visiting a friend the other day when I was at a stoplight only to fixate on the sign at Arby's reading "TRY AR FISH". I tried to take a picture with my camera phone but it didn't turn out. I then went home to retrieve my camera so I could capture this atrocity. Much to my dismay, the lighting was awful and I couldn't get the picture right. When I called Sarrie to express my disgust, she tried to give Arby's the benefit of the doubt. She tried to explain maybe they were trying to be pirates and say, "Try AR Fish". No bueno. A) Arby's has a cowboy hat for a logo. B) Even pirates know that you spell it AARRRRGGGHHHH. C) That idea could only work for Long John Silver's. New Mr. Tia got a kick out of the sign the next day as he was heading to work. I didn't have time to stop to take the picture before work therefore, leaving me another day without the picture. Today, as I left the house, I specifically went OUT OF MY WAY to pass this Arby's to take the picture I longed for... It was a cloudy day so I didn't have to worry about the sun's position. What do you know? The sign read "TRY OUR FISH". I wonder who called them.

Blah

I'm feeling very blue right now. Trying to put together a good post. I'll let you know when I snap out of it.

Help

I bought a few new shirts. And I didn't read the care tags prior to the purchase. They are handwash only. No washing machine. But I have a handwash setting on my washer. I have delicate and handwash. Should I chance it or just handwash?

Some Hump Day Humor

*Author's note, there is a bad word in this post. I have had some funny things happen to me over the past couple of days. I always think that I should share them on my blog and after calling ~j to report funny situations, the idea is right. Post it. I fell in love with Costco while visiting ~j. Thing is: Costco there is nice. It is flooded with young mothers, cute children, happy staff. Last year, New Mr. Tia and I got a membership when he was Soon To Be New Mr. Tia. I love the deals there. I love the fact that I can buy 50 one hundred calorie Kudos for less than ten bucks. I love that they send me coupons that I use. My friend told me about another new warehouse to go to... No, not Sam's Club. I will actually be going as her guest tomorrow to check it out. She made the point that this place has benefits, like, self checkout which means open lines which, in turn, means no more lines of 20 people deep at the TWO cash registers that are open. So yesterday, needing oxi clean and bottled water, I head to Costco. The thing about Costco here is that you can't just go there for one thing unless that one thing is so important you will spend more time waiting in line to pay for said thing for almost as long as it took you to get there. I got my stuff, plus a way cute shirt to add to my "trying to be transformed wardrobe". I head to the line and wait. And wait. I am almost to the front of the line and my cart is pulled by a nice man with a nice smile and a name tag... "Follow me...", he says. So I follow, and he gets all my items turned so he can scan the barcodes and send me on my way. While turning my items, an older gentleman jumps in the line... OG: "I have been waiting for chicken for an hour." (right now, I am wishing I could mock the voice he spoke in) Cashier: "Oh yeah?" OG: "A whole hour. How come she can go ahead of me?" Cashier: "She was waiting in line sir. Longer than you. You just can't jump in front of her in line." OG: "But I have been waiting. An hour. For that chicken." Cashier: "I understand sir, but rules are rules. It's called courtesy." OG: "I bet if I had tits and a nice face, I would get special treatment too." At this point, I have cashed out and gotten everything in my cart and I turn and say... (with a sympathetic look on my face) "Oh... But I like your face." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lap dog buckled into a cart at Target. Nuff said... yet brings me to another story.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Driving to work one morning and see a vehicle in front of me with a plastic bag hanging out of the passenger side door. Just waving in the wind. I pull up to the car to alert the driver only to see her. Sitting there. Smoking a cigarette. And petting her cat. That is sitting on her lap as she is driving. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Not all of us here in Southwest Florida have the luxury that New Mr. Tia has. He works two blocks from our house. Frequently, he will come home unannounced for this, that and the other. The door to our home is a large one that is heavy and you have to push hard to shut. This morning, while showering, I heard the door slam. I said, "Honey?" No answer. "Babe?" Nothing. Remembering that it is Wednesday and Wednesday is the day we call each other Sugar Bear... ok not really... I called his name once more and no answer. Did I mention I watch way too many crime shows? Thinking the worst, I hurry to get out of the shower and try to figure out what I have in the bathroom to defend myself against who might be stealing my tv. Oh wait, the tv is still on. And I live in Florida. And they are covering the landing of space shuttle Atlantis right now. And the "door slamming" I heard was actually what we call down here a sonic boom. Phew.

I take it back.

Man. Did you read my previous post? Yeah? Well, I rescind my apology.

I still like the Wal*Mart up north by my parents' house. BUT... Read on.

Our friends at Wal*Mart had a deal going that if you purchased more than a certain amount, upon approval, you could get 0% financing for so many months. New Mr. Tia likes to do that. He opens a finance account, and pays it off before the certain months are up.

So we get the tv home. New Mr. Tia starts measuring and figuring and leveling to get the tv just right on the wall.

Did you know that when you buy a flat panel tv, you also have to spend almost another hundred dollars on the wall mount? And lo and behold, we bought the ONLY tv that required a ridiculous size wall mount. The holes on a standard flat panel are so many inches apart, but we bought the tv that requires a wall mount for holes that are many more inches apart. So we go back to Wal*Mart.

Ugh.

Of course when you have a return they have that nice person at the door that greets you and gives you a pink sticker to indicate that it is a return. We of course cannot go to electronics to return said wall mount, but we have to go to the conventional return line that was seriously stretched to the other entrance of the store. I waited in line while New Mr. Tia went to electronics to see if they even had the wall mount we needed. When he came back, I still hadn't moved in line. There was only one cashier at the returns desk. We saw a faint glimmer of hope when another cashier came to her aid only to help about two, maybe three people and then return to her post of doing nothing but swinging keys and looking official.

We finally get to the sweet little lady that was so beaten down by the overwhelming amount of returns. She asks if we would just like a credit back to the account in which we used to purchase the item. We say sure. I love that now when you return something you don't have to pull out your credit card, they have it on record.

We go back to electronics. They don't have it. So we leave and New Mr. Tia says he is going to Home Depot to look for one. Nothing. Lowe's. Nothing. I get on Target.com and that's right. Nothing.

So we decide to give up for the night and assemble the tv on the stand and set it on the new chest we got.

Then we turned on the tv.

And we see a tiny green dot smack dab in the middle of the screen.

Next morning New Mr. Tia calls the company and they say a pixel is out and it is not covered under warranty unless a certain percentage of pixels are out. So guess what we did?

Head back to Wal*Mart. I decided to get a pedicure. Yes, Wal*Mart has pedicure people. Again, another dumb idea. I still have a nice scab from where my cuticle was yanked from my toe.

New Mr. Tia returned the tv and asked if he could just exchange it for a different tv. They told him it would be better to just return the tv and go back to electronics to get the new tv and do seperate transactions. Again, they just credited the account back.

We decided on a different tv with the standard wall mount measurements and the cost of the tv was cheaper and the quality of the product was better.

I was walking around looking at the new gps systems and accessories when I hear New Mr. Tia's voice. He doesn't deal well with bad situatins and poor customer service.

Upon approaching the cash register the girl says his account is not valid. You know when you apply for a store charge account, they give you a receipt with your account information for you to use until your physical card comes in the mail? And you can use that receipt over and over and if it expires before you get your card in the mail, you can give them some information, they can pull it up?

Not at Wal*Mart.

Supposedly, your receipt is only valid for 24 hours and we were passed the 24 hour period. They could not pull up the account information and said we had to wait until the card came in the mail. EVEN MANAGEMENT told us that.

As New Mr. Tia's face got more and more red, I asked the lady, "you have a $... sale in front of you and you're telling us that we can't get it on the deal you are offering us and we have to wait? That is ridiculous. I have never heard of a store doing such a thing."

So now what happened? I applied for the financing so we could get the tv and everyone was happy.

But now, I'm back to boycotting Wal*Mart. Starting tomorrow. I have to get a few things today and don't have time to go back to Target. And Target doesn't carry the things I need.

In other topics...

Anyone watch the Grammys? Or is it Grammies? Anyway, How do you feel about them turning the music on during Kanye West's acceptance speech? And they wouldn't turn it off until he said that it would be in good taste to turn off the music when he started talking about his recently departed mother? How could they think he wasn't going to say something about her?