I apologize for my absence from the blog. The reason: my hubby has been home for 3 weeks now! Yay! He did leave for a few days on a presidential support mission to none other than our beloved College Station. He got to eat with his parents, walk the campus and hang out with my brothers a little bit. He had a great time and I was glad that he got to go on a fun trip. Who knows how long this lovely time with him home will last. My guess: we won't make it another week. But that's how it goes and I'm very thankful that he has been home and we got a little break from his super crazy schedule from the summer.
On a totally unrelated note, I have to give a big shout out to my Aggies! They beat Texas Tech in Lubbock last night 52-30!! (Side note: I hate Texas Tech marginally less than I dislike t.u. so this was super sweet.) Apparently, we have not beaten them in Lubbock since the 90s. Hopefully we can keep whatever we did up and we can stop saying that this is "another rebuilding year". Thanks and gig'em :)
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
Dubs Down South: Part Deux
This second installment of Dubs features NFL themed Vics to bring in the football season. Enjoy!
Monday, September 28, 2009
A first.
Today I, Amy, mowed the lawn. For the first time. In my life. Since the hubby is gone, and I am going to need to know how to do it come next spring anyway, I decided to mow the lawn. I am not the "mowing type" of person. I mean, I can physically do it, I just had no interest. Today did not change my opinion. I didn't do a bad job (I didn't do a great one either) but it is not going to become a thing that I do around the house if I don't have to. When I told Kyle that I did it, he didn't believe me at first! Ha! That's how much I am not the "mowing type", but I did it and felt that I should share it with everyone. I only lament that no one was able to take a picture for my family to document this occassion. ;)
Monday, September 14, 2009
Dubs Down South: Part 1
If you've spent some time in North Charleston you may have begun to pick up on a familiar something. No it’s not the pungent odor of the paper factory working overtime nor is it the map-placing rank of seventh most dangerous city in the nation. But roaming the streets is a certain vehicle privy to gaudy upgrades and excessive paint jobs.
Some might recall this vehicle as the car my dad used to drive, which was subsequently handed down to my brother. Others might recognize it as the cop car in your rear view mirror. Yes friends this vessel is none other than the Crown Victoria. Visitors to North Chuckstown will testify that this time honored sedan has been elevated to from the ranks of everyday transportation (or cop car) to a veritable showpiece of detestable taste, a specimen of missed placed income and mistaken identity.
Well, my bewilderment of this peculiarity has driven me to undertake the project that I present before you. Yes, I am engaged in the systematic cataloging of the “enhanced” Crown Vic/Grand Marquis. Since revealing my endeavors I’ve been posed with many questions, like, “Kyle, why do it?”
Well at first it was my sense of duty to be the only man on earth to document this rarity. But I will admit that it is the thrill of the hunt that carries me on. From the drive by camera shooting to the late night chase through neighborhoods and parking lots, this adrenaline pumping hobby is worthy to satisfy the adventure in any man.
Others (less cultured) have asked, “What is a dub?”
Well according to Webster, a dub is one who is inept or clumsy. But to garner the true meaning of this word I must borrow from The Urban Dictionary, which defines dub as a twenty inch rim.
So friends I invite you to partake and enjoy my collection of “Dubs Down South”: a multipart series featuring only the Crown Vic (and Grand Marquis of course), in the way that it was always meant to be, a set of rims, a tricked out paint job, and a monster truck lift.
Some might recall this vehicle as the car my dad used to drive, which was subsequently handed down to my brother. Others might recognize it as the cop car in your rear view mirror. Yes friends this vessel is none other than the Crown Victoria. Visitors to North Chuckstown will testify that this time honored sedan has been elevated to from the ranks of everyday transportation (or cop car) to a veritable showpiece of detestable taste, a specimen of missed placed income and mistaken identity.
Well, my bewilderment of this peculiarity has driven me to undertake the project that I present before you. Yes, I am engaged in the systematic cataloging of the “enhanced” Crown Vic/Grand Marquis. Since revealing my endeavors I’ve been posed with many questions, like, “Kyle, why do it?”
Well at first it was my sense of duty to be the only man on earth to document this rarity. But I will admit that it is the thrill of the hunt that carries me on. From the drive by camera shooting to the late night chase through neighborhoods and parking lots, this adrenaline pumping hobby is worthy to satisfy the adventure in any man.
Others (less cultured) have asked, “What is a dub?”
Well according to Webster, a dub is one who is inept or clumsy. But to garner the true meaning of this word I must borrow from The Urban Dictionary, which defines dub as a twenty inch rim.
So friends I invite you to partake and enjoy my collection of “Dubs Down South”: a multipart series featuring only the Crown Vic (and Grand Marquis of course), in the way that it was always meant to be, a set of rims, a tricked out paint job, and a monster truck lift.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
My skin is still crawling...
I have had a really bad bug day today. I hate bugs. I used to not mind some, but I am now of the opinion that if it is in my house or in my line of sight outside of my house, it must die.
Experience #1: A few days ago I noticed that there were a couple of spider webs brewing in our garage. Spiders used to be one of the bugs I didn't mind so much, I just didn't want them in my house. Well, my views have since changed and since our previous experience, I keep a spider spray in the house. I begin to spray the couple of webs that I was aware of and quickly realized that they were everywhere. I sprayed the ones I could see, and it brought out a couple of little spiders and one big one that clearly told me just what kind of webs I was dealing with. More brown/black widow spiders. I about flipped. (If you have never heard of a brown widow spider - which I hadn't until a couple of months ago - they look like black widows but are kind of a whitish brown and the hourglass on the abdomen is more of a bright orange than red. If you want to see a picture, here is what they look like). I called the exterminator immediatley and they are coming tomorrow afternoon to take care of the problem. I don't play around with these things anymore.
Experience #2: While I was cleaning up around the house (doing toilets no less) I look down and see a cockroach (or as they call them in SC, a palmetto bug), chillin on the leg of my jeans. If my husband had been here, he would've thought an intruder was in the house or something. That's how loud I screamed. What is creepy is I have no idea where it came from or how long it had been there. I did this little dance while screaming trying to get it off my pants. When that didn't work, I grabbed a towel and knocked it off. It then got to take a bath in toilet water than had chemicals in it before it was flushed.
Needless to say, after this I am sufficiently creeped out, and anytime I have a hair on my arm or something I think there is either a spider or roach on me. Gross.
Experience #1: A few days ago I noticed that there were a couple of spider webs brewing in our garage. Spiders used to be one of the bugs I didn't mind so much, I just didn't want them in my house. Well, my views have since changed and since our previous experience, I keep a spider spray in the house. I begin to spray the couple of webs that I was aware of and quickly realized that they were everywhere. I sprayed the ones I could see, and it brought out a couple of little spiders and one big one that clearly told me just what kind of webs I was dealing with. More brown/black widow spiders. I about flipped. (If you have never heard of a brown widow spider - which I hadn't until a couple of months ago - they look like black widows but are kind of a whitish brown and the hourglass on the abdomen is more of a bright orange than red. If you want to see a picture, here is what they look like). I called the exterminator immediatley and they are coming tomorrow afternoon to take care of the problem. I don't play around with these things anymore.
Experience #2: While I was cleaning up around the house (doing toilets no less) I look down and see a cockroach (or as they call them in SC, a palmetto bug), chillin on the leg of my jeans. If my husband had been here, he would've thought an intruder was in the house or something. That's how loud I screamed. What is creepy is I have no idea where it came from or how long it had been there. I did this little dance while screaming trying to get it off my pants. When that didn't work, I grabbed a towel and knocked it off. It then got to take a bath in toilet water than had chemicals in it before it was flushed.
Needless to say, after this I am sufficiently creeped out, and anytime I have a hair on my arm or something I think there is either a spider or roach on me. Gross.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Happy September!
Is fall coming early this year? It is appropriate, in my mind at least, that September was welcomed by some cooler weather (here). When I took the dog out this morning, it was in the 60s and the high is 82! It's pretty much the same the rest of the week. Hopefully this weather will stick around!
PS- That is a picture of our maple tree last year. It's still green right now and that didn't really go with my "fall" theme for this post.
PS- That is a picture of our maple tree last year. It's still green right now and that didn't really go with my "fall" theme for this post.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Worst. Company. Ever.
XM Radio.
Actually, I like their product, so maybe the title should be "Worst. Customer Service. Ever." It's one of those things that you can clearly tell that they outsource their customer service to India and these people have virtually no idea as to what they are talking about/supposed to be helping with. I hate dealing with them. (XM came with my car and they keep giving me a ridiculous rate to renew it every year since, but I really don't think I can handle it anymore. After this subscription, I'm done). Anyway, this time, they charged me twice and I have been trying to get this rebate and it is painful to try and talk to the customer service reps and then in turn understand what they are doing. Today will mark the second time I have spent 20 minutes to half an hour just trying to get a refund on my card. And I still don't totally follow what is going to happen. From what I understand, I am getting my money back in 7-10 days and I will also be getting a call from the billing department within 24 hours. When I asked why they needed to call me, I got a random mixture of words. Something about a request, my phone number, something he had to submit and a reference number (and there were several "ummm"s in there too). As long as I get my refund, its fine, but seriously. Oh, and he said his name was Ray. Yeah right.
Update: As of now, I have gotten back a whole $2.17 of my refund. I have no idea where this number came from and apparently they had to file a dispute for the rest of the amount. Why is it so hard to say, "You're right ma'm, we double charged you. I am going to put the full amount back onto your card"?!?
Update #2: I got the $2.17 refund to my card. I just got a check in the mail today for the remaining $83 and something cents. Really? Why do things have to be so complicated??
Actually, I like their product, so maybe the title should be "Worst. Customer Service. Ever." It's one of those things that you can clearly tell that they outsource their customer service to India and these people have virtually no idea as to what they are talking about/supposed to be helping with. I hate dealing with them. (XM came with my car and they keep giving me a ridiculous rate to renew it every year since, but I really don't think I can handle it anymore. After this subscription, I'm done). Anyway, this time, they charged me twice and I have been trying to get this rebate and it is painful to try and talk to the customer service reps and then in turn understand what they are doing. Today will mark the second time I have spent 20 minutes to half an hour just trying to get a refund on my card. And I still don't totally follow what is going to happen. From what I understand, I am getting my money back in 7-10 days and I will also be getting a call from the billing department within 24 hours. When I asked why they needed to call me, I got a random mixture of words. Something about a request, my phone number, something he had to submit and a reference number (and there were several "ummm"s in there too). As long as I get my refund, its fine, but seriously. Oh, and he said his name was Ray. Yeah right.
Update: As of now, I have gotten back a whole $2.17 of my refund. I have no idea where this number came from and apparently they had to file a dispute for the rest of the amount. Why is it so hard to say, "You're right ma'm, we double charged you. I am going to put the full amount back onto your card"?!?
Update #2: I got the $2.17 refund to my card. I just got a check in the mail today for the remaining $83 and something cents. Really? Why do things have to be so complicated??
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