How long have you and Bob been married? It is a question I have been asked (often)and I would think hard and the answer would be be "UMMMM....I don't know"...cause I didn't. I know the day that we got married (November 16) but not so much the year.
So here is the tribute to Ohio State Football.
We were married in the home of our friends, Tom and Kris. They have a beautiful, gracious Victorian with a foyer at the bottom of a grand staircase (where we held the ceremony) and the guests started arriving. The OSU-Illinois game was on TV and they were watching. I was waiting upstairs and could here the cheering...all the ooohs and ahhhs and nooos and yeahs. There is a knock at the door of the room I am in and my stand up Connie comes up to say the game went into overtime...okay a little postponing...it was maybe 6:15. I don't know football...how long can this last? (It was my wedding day....I forgot TV football time). Connie back upstairs to tell me the game went into a second overtime...I could hear the much louder OOOH!..YEAH!.. much clapping and cheering and everyone is having a great time and I am looking at the clock and it is now 6:45 and I am getting a little nervous because I am a little superstitious and was concerned about being married on the upswing of the clock. (In case you didn't know, it supposed to be bad luck to get married on the downswing.
The Ohio State Buckeyes did their job...and our ceremony started at about 6:50. It was a lovely ceremony and I can just picture it in my mind's eye...so much warmth and happiness and people we love around us.
Bob and Bruce were talking and we finally figured out that we got married in 2001 because that game was part of the undefeated season and the Buckeyes won the Big One in 2002. We've been married longer than we thought or would have guessed. I think that's a good thing.
Here is my tribute to Jim Tresell...thank you for the upswing. Apparently you are a great motivator...at least in my mind.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
I'm Really Special...
...so I can do things the way I want. This unfortunately was the credo of the day in Chicoland and was hurled at me by one of my co-workers.
We have a Friends and Family event that starts tomorrow and there were to be no pre-sales...nothing was to be rung until tomorrow. Of course, my co-worker was the exception to the rule. She asks if the Friends and Family discount can be applied to her customer today (of course she asks in FRONT of the customer after she had rung everything in) and I tell her that the discount doesn't start until tomorrow. She tells me she cleared it with our new store manager and I didn't think fast enough to call Gwen (the new SM) and ask. The sale was over $2300!!!! In honor of MAPS, we applied the discount and I seethed. The customer thanked me sweetly and then proceeded to tell me how her dog Bow was being so generous and good to her by buying her all these lovely things. Yes, indeedy, you did read that correctly. I complimented her on a lovely ring she had on today and she told me that Buttons (her other Bichon) had bought it for her. She talks like this all the time and quite frankly, it just really creeps me out. These kinds of comments are only charming if a) you are 90something years old b) three years old or c) seem to be missing some of the playing pieces on your upstairs gameboard. She would be none of the above. This woman is an aging trust fund baby (yeah for her...and I do mean that honestly) who is a spoiled princess. I swear to God this woman could out Blanche Blanche DuBois! She has elderly friends (who are also our customers) who came to pick up boxes for her when she moved. FOR SIX MONTHS!!! She called to make sure that we held the boxes but never picked them up herself...even though she was in the store numerous times and we told her we had boxes. She told us the other people would pick them up. I am not sure if I mad at her for not picking them up because she apparently is too precious and delicate for such tasks...mad at the elderly couple for coming numerous times to collect the boxes...or just envious that someone can be that manipulative of people (let's face it...it's a gift that should only be used for good) and then pissed off that I feel that way!
So yes...another rant from Chicoland. I was pissed because I got backed into a corner (although a GIANT step for me...I did tell my co-worker I was pissed...told her why...and watched her backpeddle all over herself because she knew she was being false in what she was telling me)...but the bottom line is...tomorrow, when I talk to Gwen (who's mantra is to follow the rules), she will probably be unhappy with me and possibly chew my butt a little. I don't blame her. I am pissed at myself for not being stronger in the situation but I am pissed at my co worker for taking advantage of the situation and in sense me.
I am tired of people not playing nice in the sandbox and I really hate when the other kids pee on my shoes.
At least, I had my Doc boots on today. They are pretty pee proff and let me tromp at least a little.
We have a Friends and Family event that starts tomorrow and there were to be no pre-sales...nothing was to be rung until tomorrow. Of course, my co-worker was the exception to the rule. She asks if the Friends and Family discount can be applied to her customer today (of course she asks in FRONT of the customer after she had rung everything in) and I tell her that the discount doesn't start until tomorrow. She tells me she cleared it with our new store manager and I didn't think fast enough to call Gwen (the new SM) and ask. The sale was over $2300!!!! In honor of MAPS, we applied the discount and I seethed. The customer thanked me sweetly and then proceeded to tell me how her dog Bow was being so generous and good to her by buying her all these lovely things. Yes, indeedy, you did read that correctly. I complimented her on a lovely ring she had on today and she told me that Buttons (her other Bichon) had bought it for her. She talks like this all the time and quite frankly, it just really creeps me out. These kinds of comments are only charming if a) you are 90something years old b) three years old or c) seem to be missing some of the playing pieces on your upstairs gameboard. She would be none of the above. This woman is an aging trust fund baby (yeah for her...and I do mean that honestly) who is a spoiled princess. I swear to God this woman could out Blanche Blanche DuBois! She has elderly friends (who are also our customers) who came to pick up boxes for her when she moved. FOR SIX MONTHS!!! She called to make sure that we held the boxes but never picked them up herself...even though she was in the store numerous times and we told her we had boxes. She told us the other people would pick them up. I am not sure if I mad at her for not picking them up because she apparently is too precious and delicate for such tasks...mad at the elderly couple for coming numerous times to collect the boxes...or just envious that someone can be that manipulative of people (let's face it...it's a gift that should only be used for good) and then pissed off that I feel that way!
So yes...another rant from Chicoland. I was pissed because I got backed into a corner (although a GIANT step for me...I did tell my co-worker I was pissed...told her why...and watched her backpeddle all over herself because she knew she was being false in what she was telling me)...but the bottom line is...tomorrow, when I talk to Gwen (who's mantra is to follow the rules), she will probably be unhappy with me and possibly chew my butt a little. I don't blame her. I am pissed at myself for not being stronger in the situation but I am pissed at my co worker for taking advantage of the situation and in sense me.
I am tired of people not playing nice in the sandbox and I really hate when the other kids pee on my shoes.
At least, I had my Doc boots on today. They are pretty pee proff and let me tromp at least a little.
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