Archive for March, 2009

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A+++ is for Apple Tech Support

March 13, 2009

So Karen Walker went on a bender and broke her little nose.  Translated into English, this means that something happened to my iPhone and the ringer on/off switch broke off.  Yeah, less than thrilled about that, the thing cost an arm and a leg and it’s only 4 months old.  Not to mention that I have no idea at all how it broke.

So I hopped online and made a service call appointment with Apple, but in the meanwhile, thought I’d call around and see what could be done locally.  Apparently, our local Mac store doesn’t work on iPhones.  They sent me to an AT&T store.  The AT&T people told me to call the folks at Apple support, which I had already done.  Nothing left to do but wait for the call.

I had asked to be called between 1:00 and 1:15.  The phone rang at 1:06.  The service gal was super kind, easy to understand and was incredibly patient with me being that I am not easy to understand at the moment, what with this allergy crap going on.  I explained the situation and she gave me two options – 1) go to an Apple store and trade it in immediately or, 2) do a mail repair.  Since my nearest Apple store is 2 hours away, I opted for option 2, but secretly hated this idea because everything says that it’s a 3 business day turn around for something like that and here it is Friday and it is my ONLY phone – no house phone at all anymore.  Imagine my surprise and elation when I heard her say, “I see you’ve purchased the extended care plan!  That means we will Fedex you a new phone overnight for free so you won’t have to be without your phone for a single minute.  You’ll get your new phone tomorrow afternoon or evening and we’ll include a postage paid return box for you to ship the broken phone to us.  Call FedEx and they’ll pick it up from your doorstep.”  HOT DIGGITY DOG!

She reaffirmed for me the steps I need to do to get the card out of my phone and how I will be able to restore the new phone right back to the current phone’s stuff by using the iTunes backup I have created.  Easy peasy, painless, and FREE!

I just love good customer service.

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Holy Moses ya’ll

March 10, 2009

I am so sick. I’ve had no voice for 3 days. I honestly cannot breathe – it is an effort. Taking a shower requires a 2 hour nap.

I gotta get better by Thursday. I’d cut off my foot before missing that yoga class.

I need a miracle

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Drinking the Kool-Aid

March 8, 2009

Or, technically, I guess, the Flavor Aid ’cause ol’ Jimbo was too cheap to fork out 37 cents for the real stuff…

I’ve joined Twitter.  I know I know, I cannot believe it either.  Really, how many of these things do folks need to join?  I first joined Myspace and hated it, but kept it up because, well, sometimes quizes are fun.  Then I was persuaded to join Facebook because it was sooooooooooooo much cooler than Myspace (okay, I still love Facebook and it does kick MS’s ass … unless, of course, you’re 13 years old.)  Now, however, I’ve been recruited to Twitter.  Honestly, I think I dig it because I seem to have some sort of dependency on updating my status.  I don’t really know or care if anyone is reading my status, but for some reason my time and day to day activities seem more valuable when I document them in a little box beside my picture.  Yes, I’m taking donations for therapy.  Occasionally I get a little boost – just this morning, I got a message from a friend I had in high school (okay, a guy I made out with a few times.  Right, like you never made out with your friends…) wishing me good health and hoping I feel better (I’m in the midst of an allergy episode from hell.)  I’m not sure why, but it made me feel so much better.  Long gone are the days of Get Well cards and the like, so I take what I can get.  Twitter is nothing but status updates.  Yes, indeed, unlimited crack.

But it does make me wonder – what has happened to us that we feel the need or desire to reduce ourselves to 140 letters or less?  Are we feeling that insignificant?  And on the same note (but obviously a different key,) do we feel so self important that we must let the world know what we are doing at any given moment of the day?  Maybe it’s the same thing – searching for unity, community, connectedness, importance, by putting a little bit of ourselves out there, a bit at a time.  We need to connect, we need to reach out, we need to be heard.  Twitter doesn’t happen in a vacuum.  The only reason to do it is to share and be shared with.  So, as we sit here in the 21st century, this is happening 140 letters at a time.

What happened to phone calls and lunch dates?

I’ll be sure to let you know when I find out … just check my status.

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The right thing

March 7, 2009

A little known fact about me is that I pray. A lot.  I find myself praying all day to my higher power.  I pray while driving, I pray while cooking, I pray while showering, I pray while falling asleep.  Sometimes my prayer is for the well being for others.   Sometimes my prayer is for clarity and good health.  Sometimes my prayer is for peace amongst whatever war, internal or external, I’m facing at the moment.  Always, however, my prayer is to do The Next Right Thing, whatever that might be.

I’ve been doing a lot of Right Things lately:

I have been stressing quite a bit about how involved or uninvolved my children are in society and wondering if I’m giving them enough opportunities to experience life outside of our little world of homeschoolers.  Yes, I take them with me everywhere I go, but it’s not quite enough – I mean, you can learn a lot at Target and the Library, but shopping and reading does not a life make.  They each take outside classes once a week – Duck takes yoga and Stealth takes Kindermusik.  It’s good and wonderful, but it doesn’t scratch that Mama Intuition itch I’ve had.  I thought long and hard about what would be good for us and what we could feel good about doing and finally came to a decision – we will volunteer with The Central MO Humane Society. I signed us up and we were approved.  Training is the 28th of this month and then we will spend 5 hours a month for a minimum of 6 months taking care of the animals.  The kids cannot wait.  I think the responsibility will be good for them, the lessons in caring for animals who cannot care for themselves will be great for them, the understanding that we, as blessed citizens, need to give back will be crucial to their development, and let’s not forget the understanding of the word “commitment.”  This is definitely a Right Thing.  Now, fingers crossed that we only bring home one more dog and maybe a rabbit or something …

I’ve been going to my gym since May and had never taken a class, which is totally stupid because, unlike most gyms in the world, the classes come included with membership at my Mecca.  Thursday I took a yoga class.  Now, I’ve been doing yoga for about 13 years and I have to say that it is, by far, the closest thing to Utopia I have ever known.  I love yoga.  I love it more than bellydance, weights, cardio, chocolate, dogs, sushi, and sex combined.  Yes, I love it that much.  Unfortunately, I never found the *right* class for me… until Thursday.  This class I took rocked my little world like a baby in a cradle.  It was the perfect mix of slow and fast, modern words and Sanskrit terms, holistic healing and heart-pounding hard work.  It was a lark that I ended up in this class, but I’m certain it was The Next Right Thing.  The instructor also teaches on Tuesday mornings, so if I add Bellydance on Sundays and throw in some weights and cardio while I’m there, I’ve got 3 amazing workouts that I cannot wait to get to.  Feed the body, feed the soul.  Right Thing.

Things are so right between my kids and myself lately.  It’s been a long hard winter for us, but things are turning around.  I have finally found what makes my little Duck click and have finally convinced my powerhouse Stealth that he does NOT, in fact, rule the world.  We are full of love and light and laughter and peace and wonder and amazement and grace.  Things aren’t always easy for these guys.  Their mother is neurotic and their father has issues of his own, they have a dog who eats their toys, and a whole host of other things that torment the minds of little kids (I’m not so old that I don’t remember — being a kids is HARD!)  Somehow, however, they are doing better that fine – they are AMAZING.  I recently took some time and did one of those little FB Note Thingies – this one was asking your children questions about YOU.  I asked both of them and what came out of the their mouths melted my heart.  I’m not putting it all here, but the gist of it is that they KNOW that I love them.  It is something they don’t even question.  They are HAPPY.  They are EXCITED about life.  They are getting what they need.  Mothering is hard hard work, but I’ve been doing okay.  I’ve been doing The Right Thing.

I’ve been spending money lately.  I know I know, I have issues with this and I’m working on it, but I feel really great about all of my purchases.  They are thought out and planned and really quite responsible.  Today, however, I really spent some good money and voted with my dollars – today I shopped at The Peace Nook.  The Peace Nook is this amazing little basement shop that still is what it started out to be, unlike some other stores in town *coughcoolstuffcough.*  The Nook is all tax free, Earth friendly, and just juju positive.  Today I got a Nasopure (yeah, it REALLY is shooting salt water in one nostril and out the other,) some organic chocolate, some natural sodas, a few Luna bars, and some Free Trade clothing.  I’m stoked … and, frankly, will probably go back and buy more.  We MUST not only stimulate this economy, but we must do it WISELY.  It’s The Right Thing.

I’m human.  I’m not perfect. I make mistakes – a LOT of mistakes.  I’m trying.  It’s all I can do and it is enough.  I will not be perfect in this lifetime, but I can strive to be the best I can be, to always reach higher, to always look further, to always try harder to do The Next Right Thing.

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Miles in the morning and other random journeys

March 5, 2009

Sitting here at my desk, criss cross applesauce, and listening to Miles run the voodoo down while drinking coffee.  Still in my pjs – great new silky pjs – and a pink silk robe.  Pretty darn fabulous, really.

I just did this cute little thingy on FB about what kids will say about their mom and Stealth answered the questions for me.  By far my favorite was, “If your Mom were a cartoon character, who would she be?”  Duck shouted in and said, “I know, CatWoman!”  Stealth said, “Oh yeah … totally definitely CatWoman.”  Love those kids …

There’s some rumblings going on between me and DDFF about bringing back The Mutha.  I’m hoping it happens, I loved it.  She’s created an amazing program and I love the little part I play in it.  In preparation,  I thought I’d take advantage of the bellydance class offered at my gym.  The instructor is Suhaila trained and a really nice girl, so why not?   Now I hadn’t danced in forever, perhaps beyond forever, so I expected to be rusty and awkward and sweating like a stuck pig.  What I wasn’t expecting was that the instructor was going to pick that particular week to work on legs and glutes.  See, if I had known that, I wouldn’t have done 30 minutes of intense leg work with weights prior to class.  Those 30 minutes + 6 minutes of heel lifts + endless hip drills on tiptoe (there’s a name for that, but I’m not spelling it here…) rendered me nearly paraplegic for 2 days.  My calves!  HOLY CRAP.  Regardless, they are fine and dandy and tasty now and I’m looking forward to doing it all again this Sunday … minus the leg weights.  Just watch – I’ll focus on abs before class and then do nothing but an hour of rib slides.

We got a new washing machine yesterday.  That makes 3 new major appliances in 16 months.  I love it!  It reminds of the moment when I realized I was growing up.  I was watching The Price is Right many years ago and got way more excited about the showcase that featured new appliances and a bedroom suite than the one that featured a speedboat and a motorcycle.  Aging  – it happens.  Thank Elvis.  I wouldn’t go back for anything.

Speaking of aging, B is going to be turning 35 in a couple of weeks.  This, of course, is being preceded by his annual aging freakout.  Seriously – for someone who seems to have his shiz together pretty well, he flips at getting older.  Never saw that coming.  Anyway, so you know what he wants for the momentous birthday?  Binoculars and shop towels.  How fancy!  I don’t get men.

Other things I don’t get:

  • OctoMom.  She’s a flipping train-wreck, basket case, child endangerer, publicity whore, should be mental patient.  Hope she loses all of her kids and gets some serious help.
  • Chris Brown and other abusers.
  • Rhianna and other women who put up with asshats like Chris Brown.
  • Kraft Mac & Cheese Crackers – isn’t the blue box bad enough?
  • People who think frozen yogurt is a health food.

Not like I’m too rigid in my beliefs, however.  Recently (within a year) I have taken up an extreme liking to many things I never would have expected to like, much less lurve…

  • Oatmeal for breakfast
  • Oatmeal at ALL, for that matter
  • Curry Cauliflower soup
  • going to bed early
  • unloading the dishwasher
  • going to the gym
  • sweating like a pig
  • playing some video games
  • flourless bread
  • crazy short hair
  • Alkaselzer cold
  • very short fingernails

The weather is going to be gorgeous this week.  Trips the park, living outside, endless games of fetch are all on the agenda.  I better get hopping …

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If it ain’t broken…

March 1, 2009

I’ve been doing some shopping lately.  I don’t buy myself clothes very often, but when I do, I do it in mass quantities.  It used to be that I wanted really high end  stuff and would buy things that I thought fit the bill and spend lots of money on things … only to try them on a thousand times at home and dismiss them because they didn’t fit just right, the color was a little off, it was impractical.  I wasted several thousands of dollars over the years buying things that I thought I should like, I should wear, I should have, only to donate them to the Salvation Army with the tags still attached (keeping the reciepts is kind of a new thing to me … go figure.)  Eventually I realized that I live in jeans, cargo pants, yoga pants,  long sleeved tshirts, tank tops, and skirts I make myself.  I don’t need to have black chinos because I don’t wear black chinos.  I don’t need 4 pair of khaki pants because I don’t even wear the one pair I like.  And did I really think I was going to wear that floor length green silk thing I got a size too big because it was on sale for 75% off?  ugh.  The transition to a more sane approach to shopping has been awhile coming and has come in steps.  Currently, I’m a recovering shopping bulemic (B’s term.)  I buy things and then return them the next day (see … saving recipts.)  Or I’ll walk around a store for hours carrying things I intend to buy and then put them all back right before leaving and buy something else entirely.  I’m a work in progress.

I write all this about shopping because I realize that there is very important message under it all.  I do it because, like I said, I think I SHOULD have, wear, buy, own, look good in, feel good in, want to wear xyz.  SHOULD.  I’m shoulding all over myself.   (I mention shopping, but this really applies to everything  – shopping, eating, reading, sleeping, exercising, socializing, etc.) Why?  Because I have a hard time accepting who I really am.   Or, well, I did.  I’m getting much much better about it.

What is this thing with self acceptance? Why is it so hard?  Why do we feel that we are not good enough AS IS?  How many billions of dollars are spent every year on weight loss products, anti aging products, self help products, squeeze-and-hammer-and-chisle-yourself-into-someone-else’s-mold products?  Why do we spend so much time and money and energy and thought into changing ourselves when we don’t even know who-what-how we are in the first place?  It’s almost as if, in this society anyway, our default mindset is “deficit.”  It’s like we automatically believe, feel, think that there is something wrong with us that needs fixing or changing or SHOULD be different.  It’s just so heartbreaking.  We are all good enough, worthy enough, delicious enough, simply enough – just as we are.  Yes, of course, there are all things that we can work towards and add to our lives, but let it be that -adding to ourselves, not FIXING ourselves.  After all, there is nothing broken.

“The fruit of self-understanding is self acceptance. The fruit of self acceptance is self-love. The fruit of self-love is love for the world. The fruit of love for the world is service to the world. The fruit of service to the world is peace”Russell Rowe