After many, many trips to the San Francisco Bay area I have finally experienced my very first earthquake. It was only a 3.5 and didn't do any damage. It sounded like a loud crash or bang and then dishes rattling. The whole thing lasted just a few seconds, but I can now say I've experienced an earthquake.
Read about it here: http://quake.wr.usgs.gov/recenteqs/Quakes/nc51177121.htm
Saturday, December 23
Wednesday, December 20
Merry Christmas
Well, it's been a long time since I've posted, I'm sorry.
Sadly this isn't going to be a long posting.
Chris and I are off Friday to visit his family.
Have a wonderful Christmas, and a happy Hanukkah.
Sadly this isn't going to be a long posting.
Chris and I are off Friday to visit his family.
Have a wonderful Christmas, and a happy Hanukkah.
Tuesday, November 7
What is your accent?
Today's randomness is accents.
| What American accent do you have? Your Result: The Midland "You have a Midland accent" is just another way of saying "you don't have an accent." You probably are from the Midland (Pennsylvania, southern Ohio, southern Indiana, southern Illinois, and Missouri) but then for all we know you could be from Florida or Charleston or one of those big southern cities like Atlanta or Dallas. You have a good voice for TV and radio. | |
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| What American accent do you have? Take More Quizzes | |
Tuesday, October 3
Finally got film developed
The pictures I took while I was in Jupiter, visiting Hannah (in March) are developed, finally!
You can view them here: chrisandalex.shutterfly.com.
Later Days
You can view them here: chrisandalex.shutterfly.com.
Later Days
Wednesday, September 20
Kid in a candy store
Fair Warning: Today's post is kind of all over the place.
I've decided to get a part-time job. We could use the extra money (who couldn't, right?) and with Chris working on Saturdays it seemed to make sense that I do something to get out of the house. So, on Saturday I will begin working at Kaleidoscope Yarns in Essex Junction. Aunt Jean will be thrilled!! Heck, I'm thrilled. I will be working approximately 8:30-5:30 on Saturdays. I'm hoping to avoid spending the bulk of the money I earn there on yarn, we'll have to wait and see.
The other random piece for the day is a site that may be of interest to you. Everything you ever wanted to know about shoelaces.
That's it for today's ramble.
Later Days!
I've decided to get a part-time job. We could use the extra money (who couldn't, right?) and with Chris working on Saturdays it seemed to make sense that I do something to get out of the house. So, on Saturday I will begin working at Kaleidoscope Yarns in Essex Junction. Aunt Jean will be thrilled!! Heck, I'm thrilled. I will be working approximately 8:30-5:30 on Saturdays. I'm hoping to avoid spending the bulk of the money I earn there on yarn, we'll have to wait and see.
The other random piece for the day is a site that may be of interest to you. Everything you ever wanted to know about shoelaces.
That's it for today's ramble.
Later Days!
Monday, September 11
Where were you when...
Today is September 11, 2006. Five short years ago was September 11, 2001. Where were you?
It used to bother me that my generation had a lack of "where were you when?" moments, it doesn't any more. I used to wonder what my moon landing, Pearl Harbor, or Miracle on Ice moment would be. I think I'm done wondering. I don't have a moon landing, but I do have a Challenger explosion and a Columbia reentry. I don't have a Pearl Harbor, but I do have a September 11th. I don't have a Miracle on Ice, but I do have the 2004 World Series. It seems that so many of the moments that are etched into the public conscious are bad, scary or otherwise negative.
I will always remember where I was when the Red Sox FINALLY won the World Series. It was close to midnight, and I was home by myself. Where was Chris? He was in California visiting the family. I had to celebrate by myself, but we were on the phone shortly thereafter. I could go into the fact that the whole experience was a let down because the Cards rolled over and played dead, but I don't think my Grandma MacGregor cared either way. I'm sure that she was in my house yelling and screaming as much as I was!
My memories of Challenger are a little more foggy, given I was only ten. I do remember that I was at school, and I didn't believe my friends when they told me. I will, however, always remember Dan Rather and President Reagan on that day. Columbia has more vivid memories as it occured on Chris and I's first anniversary, February 3, 2003. Columbia has a more ethereal quality because it didn't occur within the range of the TV camera. All the cameras caught was the after effect, of the bits of the shuttle coming back to earth.
Well within the camera range were the events of September 11, 2001. I have almost a minute by minute remebrance of that day. I remember that the evening of Monday, September 10th I'd stayed up a bit later than normal and caught the segment on the TV news about what would be in the papers the next morning; I remember that when I walked into work there was some buzz about a small commuter aircraft having hit the World Trade Center; I remember that my mother called me a 10am at work to tell me she loved me and to say she was very grateful that I had been on a plane the week before and not that day; I remember running up and down the stairs of our building at 131 Main Street in Burlington to watch the news in the company owner's apartment; I remember that our internet was extrememly slow because the main part of the system of our provider was in lower Manhattan; I remember the look on my friend Kate's face when the north tower fell; I remember asking "why today?" like it mattered at all; I remember being angry at one of my authors who called to bug me about flyers that she wanted; I remember worrying about the handful of people who lived and worked in New York; I remember being grateful when I heard from all of them; I remember being glued to CNN for a week; I remember that it was a truly beautiful day in Burlington; I remember the silence outside when I went home; I remember that life went on.
Most of all I remember that unlike the World Series and the space shuttle, which galvanize sports fans and science geeks, September 11th made me both proud and afraid to be an American. I was proud that the nation could pick itself up, dust itself off and go on about its daily life, but I was (and remain) fearful of the arrogance that brings with it. We are a large country and are capable of a lot of good, but we so often act without consideration of the consequences of our actions. We move around the world with a firm commitment that we can stand up to any foe and leave democracy in our wake without the consideration that not every battle deserves to be fought, and that democracy doesn't work in all places. This level of arrogance is what leads to situations like what is happening in the Gulf States of our country. We are so convinced that we can take on any foe that we forget that before we take ON we must take CARE.
As I leave you I'd like to ask you: Where were you when? When your son/daughter took their first step? When you realized that above all your parents are people, just like you? When you knew that you were in love (with someone besides yourself)? When you smiled at a stranger and made their day? When you took the time to care about something outside of yourself, with your whole self.
Later Days.
It used to bother me that my generation had a lack of "where were you when?" moments, it doesn't any more. I used to wonder what my moon landing, Pearl Harbor, or Miracle on Ice moment would be. I think I'm done wondering. I don't have a moon landing, but I do have a Challenger explosion and a Columbia reentry. I don't have a Pearl Harbor, but I do have a September 11th. I don't have a Miracle on Ice, but I do have the 2004 World Series. It seems that so many of the moments that are etched into the public conscious are bad, scary or otherwise negative.
I will always remember where I was when the Red Sox FINALLY won the World Series. It was close to midnight, and I was home by myself. Where was Chris? He was in California visiting the family. I had to celebrate by myself, but we were on the phone shortly thereafter. I could go into the fact that the whole experience was a let down because the Cards rolled over and played dead, but I don't think my Grandma MacGregor cared either way. I'm sure that she was in my house yelling and screaming as much as I was!
My memories of Challenger are a little more foggy, given I was only ten. I do remember that I was at school, and I didn't believe my friends when they told me. I will, however, always remember Dan Rather and President Reagan on that day. Columbia has more vivid memories as it occured on Chris and I's first anniversary, February 3, 2003. Columbia has a more ethereal quality because it didn't occur within the range of the TV camera. All the cameras caught was the after effect, of the bits of the shuttle coming back to earth.
Well within the camera range were the events of September 11, 2001. I have almost a minute by minute remebrance of that day. I remember that the evening of Monday, September 10th I'd stayed up a bit later than normal and caught the segment on the TV news about what would be in the papers the next morning; I remember that when I walked into work there was some buzz about a small commuter aircraft having hit the World Trade Center; I remember that my mother called me a 10am at work to tell me she loved me and to say she was very grateful that I had been on a plane the week before and not that day; I remember running up and down the stairs of our building at 131 Main Street in Burlington to watch the news in the company owner's apartment; I remember that our internet was extrememly slow because the main part of the system of our provider was in lower Manhattan; I remember the look on my friend Kate's face when the north tower fell; I remember asking "why today?" like it mattered at all; I remember being angry at one of my authors who called to bug me about flyers that she wanted; I remember worrying about the handful of people who lived and worked in New York; I remember being grateful when I heard from all of them; I remember being glued to CNN for a week; I remember that it was a truly beautiful day in Burlington; I remember the silence outside when I went home; I remember that life went on.
Most of all I remember that unlike the World Series and the space shuttle, which galvanize sports fans and science geeks, September 11th made me both proud and afraid to be an American. I was proud that the nation could pick itself up, dust itself off and go on about its daily life, but I was (and remain) fearful of the arrogance that brings with it. We are a large country and are capable of a lot of good, but we so often act without consideration of the consequences of our actions. We move around the world with a firm commitment that we can stand up to any foe and leave democracy in our wake without the consideration that not every battle deserves to be fought, and that democracy doesn't work in all places. This level of arrogance is what leads to situations like what is happening in the Gulf States of our country. We are so convinced that we can take on any foe that we forget that before we take ON we must take CARE.
As I leave you I'd like to ask you: Where were you when? When your son/daughter took their first step? When you realized that above all your parents are people, just like you? When you knew that you were in love (with someone besides yourself)? When you smiled at a stranger and made their day? When you took the time to care about something outside of yourself, with your whole self.
Later Days.
Friday, August 18
Dad is much better
I wanted to thank the family, you're support while Dad was ill is much appreciated. He is home and is like a completely different person. I spoke to Mom last night and she shared that he's been weeding the garden like a madman and is over all much happier and much healthier.
On the homefront in Colchester, Chris has been to two different specialists who offer him little to no resolution on his knee. His next step is to contact a specialist in Hartford, Connecticut and to schedule an appoint at a pain clinic here. Does any of this keep him from living his life? Heck, no! He was in Watertown, New York last week broadcasting a Vermont Ice Storm game. I have to admit that normally I don't listen to his broadcasts as I find that I become overly critical of what he's doing (I hear Chris, my husband, not Chris, the broadcaster). This broadcast I did listen to a bit of and he was really good! I'm very proud of the progress he's been making, it's night and day from where he was six months ago. He's currently in negotiations with St. Michael's College to work with them in the basketball and baseball seasons. He'll be broadcasting Middlebury College football games starting in October. I've even heard some rumblings about a few options with the Vermont Lake Monsters. So, in short, he's got is S$%T together for the moment.
Things with me are about the same. I've just returned from a training seminar in Washington, DC. It was actually pretty good. I learned a lot about how I communicate and how that is perceived by others. There was one, um, interesting, person at this seminar, and if the people I met there read this, they'll know who I'm talking about. I just wanted to stick a hot poker up the nose she was looking down. JD suggested a tire iron to the head, but we decided that the prison time probably wasn't worth it. I just hope that she learned as much about her communication style at this event as I did.
Speaking of interesting people...if you're an avid blog reader and podcast subscriber, check out 20somethingmarketing.com. Fabulously funny and insightful!
Later Days!
On the homefront in Colchester, Chris has been to two different specialists who offer him little to no resolution on his knee. His next step is to contact a specialist in Hartford, Connecticut and to schedule an appoint at a pain clinic here. Does any of this keep him from living his life? Heck, no! He was in Watertown, New York last week broadcasting a Vermont Ice Storm game. I have to admit that normally I don't listen to his broadcasts as I find that I become overly critical of what he's doing (I hear Chris, my husband, not Chris, the broadcaster). This broadcast I did listen to a bit of and he was really good! I'm very proud of the progress he's been making, it's night and day from where he was six months ago. He's currently in negotiations with St. Michael's College to work with them in the basketball and baseball seasons. He'll be broadcasting Middlebury College football games starting in October. I've even heard some rumblings about a few options with the Vermont Lake Monsters. So, in short, he's got is S$%T together for the moment.
Things with me are about the same. I've just returned from a training seminar in Washington, DC. It was actually pretty good. I learned a lot about how I communicate and how that is perceived by others. There was one, um, interesting, person at this seminar, and if the people I met there read this, they'll know who I'm talking about. I just wanted to stick a hot poker up the nose she was looking down. JD suggested a tire iron to the head, but we decided that the prison time probably wasn't worth it. I just hope that she learned as much about her communication style at this event as I did.
Speaking of interesting people...if you're an avid blog reader and podcast subscriber, check out 20somethingmarketing.com. Fabulously funny and insightful!
Later Days!
Tuesday, August 1
Dad is home
Just a brief post to say that Dad was released from the hospital today and he is home. I only spoke to Mom for a few minutes, so I don't know that much about it.
He's been given a final bunch of anitbiotics to finish off the infection and has a follow-up appointment scheduled.
I'll keep you posted.
Later Days
He's been given a final bunch of anitbiotics to finish off the infection and has a follow-up appointment scheduled.
I'll keep you posted.
Later Days
Saturday, July 29
Dad's in the hospital
Well, that's a scary headline, isn't it!
Dad hasn't been feeling well at all lately, and Mom took him to the doctor on Thursday. He had some blood drawn and went home...
Well at 9:15 that night, the doctor at the hospital (where the blood is tested) called and said that Dad had to go to the emergency room immediately, so they went.
Apparently he had low sodium levels and high potassium and when they got to the hospital they took a urine sample, and found really high levels of bacteria. I found out later that postassium is the drug they use in the lethal injection and that his sodium level was 115, and people have seizures at levels under 120. I'm not sure where the high potassium levels came from, but the bacteria is left over from a bladder infection last month and the doctors blame the low sodium on alcohol abude. They are even giving him drugs to handle withdrawal, since he'll be four days with out alcohol or nicotine. They are hoping to get him into a program to deal with the alcohol, but I'm not holding out too much hope.
So Dad is pretty sick.
They are culturing the bacteria, giving him IV saline and expect that he should be ready to go home on Monday. Mom's exhausted. I'm planning to head down to Chelsea next weekend for Mom's birthday and to see how Dad's doing.
Keep him in your thoughts.
Later Days.
Alex
Dad hasn't been feeling well at all lately, and Mom took him to the doctor on Thursday. He had some blood drawn and went home...
Well at 9:15 that night, the doctor at the hospital (where the blood is tested) called and said that Dad had to go to the emergency room immediately, so they went.
Apparently he had low sodium levels and high potassium and when they got to the hospital they took a urine sample, and found really high levels of bacteria. I found out later that postassium is the drug they use in the lethal injection and that his sodium level was 115, and people have seizures at levels under 120. I'm not sure where the high potassium levels came from, but the bacteria is left over from a bladder infection last month and the doctors blame the low sodium on alcohol abude. They are even giving him drugs to handle withdrawal, since he'll be four days with out alcohol or nicotine. They are hoping to get him into a program to deal with the alcohol, but I'm not holding out too much hope.
So Dad is pretty sick.
They are culturing the bacteria, giving him IV saline and expect that he should be ready to go home on Monday. Mom's exhausted. I'm planning to head down to Chelsea next weekend for Mom's birthday and to see how Dad's doing.
Keep him in your thoughts.
Later Days.
Alex
Friday, June 30
Lucy is walking!
She'll nail the supermodel walk any day now!
Um, or not?
I cannot get over how tall Jane is!
Slacking
I know...I know...long time, no posting. I'm so sorry!
What's happened...not sure really.
Chris and I celebrated our one year anniversary. We took a brunch cruise on the Spirit of Ethan Allen III. For those of you that remember, that was the boat that the reception was held on. It was neat to be there a year later.
I've turned 30. It was a little scary, but I seem to have survived without too much mental trauma. I try not to think about it, if I stop and think I get a little bummed out.
Chris is out straight with all of his freelance and radio duties. He's becoming quite the local sports guy. He's covering the Vermont Lake Monsters (baseball), Vermont Ice Storm (football), Vermont Frost Heaves (basketball), Vermont Mountaineers (amatuer college level baseball), Middlebury football, and he's even got a gig playing poker in the US Bar League. That's not even all of what he's doing, just a very small piece.
I know it was short, but that's our life in a really small nutshell.
What's happened...not sure really.
Chris and I celebrated our one year anniversary. We took a brunch cruise on the Spirit of Ethan Allen III. For those of you that remember, that was the boat that the reception was held on. It was neat to be there a year later.
I've turned 30. It was a little scary, but I seem to have survived without too much mental trauma. I try not to think about it, if I stop and think I get a little bummed out.
Chris is out straight with all of his freelance and radio duties. He's becoming quite the local sports guy. He's covering the Vermont Lake Monsters (baseball), Vermont Ice Storm (football), Vermont Frost Heaves (basketball), Vermont Mountaineers (amatuer college level baseball), Middlebury football, and he's even got a gig playing poker in the US Bar League. That's not even all of what he's doing, just a very small piece.
I know it was short, but that's our life in a really small nutshell.
Sunday, May 7
The Nieces
I just returned from yet another trip to California. Poor Chris sees his family less often than I see them. At least I brought home pictures! Jane is cute as ever, and Lucy is growing like a weed. She's standing up and if you help her out, she's quite the walker!
Alex reading Jane's christmas present to her.
Lucy Maiocco, isn't she cute?
Alex made Jane a sweater, and thankfully it fits (for now).
The love of sisters.
Alex reading Jane's christmas present to her.
Lucy Maiocco, isn't she cute?
Alex made Jane a sweater, and thankfully it fits (for now).
The love of sisters.
Friday, April 28
If you don't like the language, go home.
Spanish Star Spangled Banner
Have you seen this? There is a move afoot to rewrite the Star Spangled Banner in Spanish. What???? I've been trying to remain neutral on this issue out of respect for my friends who are immigrants (both newly legal and first generation), but this has crossed the line.
I haven't had a chance to talk to my friends to get their opinion on this issue, and I know that they have them. When I first met them, I really felt odd. I was the white girl from Vermont, the whitest state in the union in a room full of people who were either born in Mexico or were Americans due to their birth in an American territory. They spoke more languages than I do (okay, one more, but still) and knew more about their culture than I would ever hope to know and I had never felt more at home. I was immediately accepted as a friend and as a member of the family. I love them all, and am saddened because I don't see them often.
All of that aside, they chose to come to this country. They are Americans. The American National Anthem is the Star Spangled Banner. It is a poem, written in English set to the tune of To Anacreon in Heaven. The Mexican National Anthem is Mexicanos, al grito de guerra. Should all of the immigrants in Mexico rewrite the Mexicanos, al grito de guerra in their native language. No, why? Article 39 of Mexican Copyright law prohibits the anthem from being altered in any way. Why do immigrants to America think they can come in and rewrite our anthem? They chose to come here. They knew what they were getting into when they crossed the border. This is primarily an English speaking nation. Yes, we have groups that speak other language. In fact, I can go out in my own neighbor hood and here French, Bosnian, Sudanese, Spanish and any one of the many Asian languages. Does that mean that we should rewrite the language of the anthem in all of those languages? How many different versions should we have?
I heard on the news this morning that there is a proposed walkout of all immigrants on May 1st. Honestly, I think this is a great idea. It's a fabulous way to generate awareness. The question is, what immigrants get to walk out? Is it just people born outside the US, or do their kids get to walk out too? If the kids, why not the kid's kids? We could keep that going far enough that would allow me to walk out too. I am not an immigrant. I do not consider my family immigrants, but my great-grandparents weren't born here.
I choose not to go into the other problem of illegal immigrants, at least not right now.
Later Days
Have you seen this? There is a move afoot to rewrite the Star Spangled Banner in Spanish. What???? I've been trying to remain neutral on this issue out of respect for my friends who are immigrants (both newly legal and first generation), but this has crossed the line.
I haven't had a chance to talk to my friends to get their opinion on this issue, and I know that they have them. When I first met them, I really felt odd. I was the white girl from Vermont, the whitest state in the union in a room full of people who were either born in Mexico or were Americans due to their birth in an American territory. They spoke more languages than I do (okay, one more, but still) and knew more about their culture than I would ever hope to know and I had never felt more at home. I was immediately accepted as a friend and as a member of the family. I love them all, and am saddened because I don't see them often.
All of that aside, they chose to come to this country. They are Americans. The American National Anthem is the Star Spangled Banner. It is a poem, written in English set to the tune of To Anacreon in Heaven. The Mexican National Anthem is Mexicanos, al grito de guerra. Should all of the immigrants in Mexico rewrite the Mexicanos, al grito de guerra in their native language. No, why? Article 39 of Mexican Copyright law prohibits the anthem from being altered in any way. Why do immigrants to America think they can come in and rewrite our anthem? They chose to come here. They knew what they were getting into when they crossed the border. This is primarily an English speaking nation. Yes, we have groups that speak other language. In fact, I can go out in my own neighbor hood and here French, Bosnian, Sudanese, Spanish and any one of the many Asian languages. Does that mean that we should rewrite the language of the anthem in all of those languages? How many different versions should we have?
I heard on the news this morning that there is a proposed walkout of all immigrants on May 1st. Honestly, I think this is a great idea. It's a fabulous way to generate awareness. The question is, what immigrants get to walk out? Is it just people born outside the US, or do their kids get to walk out too? If the kids, why not the kid's kids? We could keep that going far enough that would allow me to walk out too. I am not an immigrant. I do not consider my family immigrants, but my great-grandparents weren't born here.
I choose not to go into the other problem of illegal immigrants, at least not right now.
Later Days
Tuesday, February 21
The Perfectionist
I just found this test online...normally I don't post these things, but this one was disturbingly accurate.
The Perfectionist
You chose CZ - your Enneagram type is ONE.
"I do everything the right way"
Perfectionists are realistic, conscientious, and principled. They strive to live up to their high ideals.
How to Get Along with Me:
Take your share of the responsibility so I don't end up with all the work.
Acknowledge my achievements.
I'm hard on myself. Reassure me that I'm fine the way I am.
Tell me that you value my advice.
Be fair and considerate, as I am.
Apologize if you have been unthoughtful. It will help me to forgive.
Gently encourage me to lighten up and to laugh at myself when I get uptight, but hear my worries first.
What I Like About Being a One:
being self-disciplined and able to accomplish a great deal
working hard to make the world a better place
having high standards and ethics; not compromising myself
being reasonable, responsible, and dedicated in everything I do
being able to put facts together, coming to good understandings, and figuring out wise solutions
being the best I can be and bringing out the best in other people
What's Hard About Being a One:
being disappointed with myself or others when my expectations are not met
feeling burdened by too much responsibility
thinking that what I do is never good enough
not being appreciated for what I do for people
being upset because others aren't trying as hard as I am
obsessing about what I did or what I should do
being tense, anxious, and taking things too seriously
Ones as Children Often
criticize themselves in anticipation of criticism from others
refrain from doing things that they think might not come out perfect
focus on living up to the expectations of their parents and teachers
are very responsible; may assume the role of parent
hold back negative emotions ("good children aren't angry")
Ones as Parents:
teach their children responsibility and strong moral values
are consistent and fair
discipline firmly
Check it out here.
You chose CZ - your Enneagram type is ONE.
"I do everything the right way"
Perfectionists are realistic, conscientious, and principled. They strive to live up to their high ideals.
How to Get Along with Me:
What I Like About Being a One:
What's Hard About Being a One:
Ones as Children Often
Ones as Parents:
Check it out here.
Friday, January 20
Geico bites
I had a random thought the other day while I was trolling Google for mentions of my company's name (hey, try it sometime, you'd be surprised) about the fact that I have major issues with some companies, but never express then in a googlable fashion (yes, I just made that word up.)
I hate Geico. I don't care how cute the Gecko is the company is terrible. I have tried to contact their marketing department about this issue with NO resolution. I am hoping that some lovely young Geico marketing intern gets to read this.
All companies try to win back lost customers, it's a basic law of marketing. Many companies have less than robust customer databases (we're guilty at my company). Geico is just one such company. In an effort to win back Chris' business they constantly send us letters and flyers saying "Come back, save money," "You were a valued customer and we want you back!" Come ON! That is just bull hockey!
As a bit of background, Geico dropped Chris like a bad habit two years ago because he had one to many accidents. Which, you say, is justified. UNTIL you realize that none of the accidents were his fault and he wasn't in the car for any of them. That's right, his car was parked, engine off, in a parking space. Geico sent a letter that said "Effective immediately your policy had been cancelled."
We hate Geico in our house, and getting those annoying winback letters just makes us hate them even more. So - Dear Geico marketing wiseguy (or girl) - please stop sending us letters. We don't like you, and will never go back to Geico.
Thanks, I will step down from my soap box now.
Later Days.
I hate Geico. I don't care how cute the Gecko is the company is terrible. I have tried to contact their marketing department about this issue with NO resolution. I am hoping that some lovely young Geico marketing intern gets to read this.
All companies try to win back lost customers, it's a basic law of marketing. Many companies have less than robust customer databases (we're guilty at my company). Geico is just one such company. In an effort to win back Chris' business they constantly send us letters and flyers saying "Come back, save money," "You were a valued customer and we want you back!" Come ON! That is just bull hockey!
As a bit of background, Geico dropped Chris like a bad habit two years ago because he had one to many accidents. Which, you say, is justified. UNTIL you realize that none of the accidents were his fault and he wasn't in the car for any of them. That's right, his car was parked, engine off, in a parking space. Geico sent a letter that said "Effective immediately your policy had been cancelled."
We hate Geico in our house, and getting those annoying winback letters just makes us hate them even more. So - Dear Geico marketing wiseguy (or girl) - please stop sending us letters. We don't like you, and will never go back to Geico.
Thanks, I will step down from my soap box now.
Later Days.
Wednesday, January 18
Um, happy new year....
Oops...sorry, I didn't realize it had been so long since I'd posted. It has been a busy month! Sadly, not busy in a way that yields interesting stories, just not enough time to write anything down.
The weather has been completely off the wall. We had a period of 40 and 50 degree weatehr, followed by a sub zero day, and now it's warmingback up, but everything is covered in ice. Makes for a very interesting commute!
My remote car starter (thank you honey!) is being installed tomorrow. YIPEEE! Though, with the weather the way it has been, I probably won't need it!
I just "bought" a ticket to go to Florida to visit Hannah in March. I LOVE Frequent Flyer Miles. I still have 40,000 miles left, and will be earning a bunch this year. It took a bit to get the right combination of days, but I'm all set now. Should be fun!
Hope you are having a fantastic new year!
Later Days!
The weather has been completely off the wall. We had a period of 40 and 50 degree weatehr, followed by a sub zero day, and now it's warmingback up, but everything is covered in ice. Makes for a very interesting commute!
My remote car starter (thank you honey!) is being installed tomorrow. YIPEEE! Though, with the weather the way it has been, I probably won't need it!
I just "bought" a ticket to go to Florida to visit Hannah in March. I LOVE Frequent Flyer Miles. I still have 40,000 miles left, and will be earning a bunch this year. It took a bit to get the right combination of days, but I'm all set now. Should be fun!
Hope you are having a fantastic new year!
Later Days!
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