So the Other returned the car to me past E last night. 10pm. I think to myself, what a gentleman. Every mother who gets up and has the lovely task of getting the kids ready to leave the house knows that throwing in a need to get gas can throw off the entire militaryesque schedule. Now, I must drink my coffee faster, read two less pages of my book, try on one less shirt with my customary black pants, have the baby's outfit in my head before I go in to wake her up, leave at 7:04 vs 7:09. All of this really chaps my hide!
Random thoughts:
A friend of mine left for Argentina on a solo mission. I can't even fathom what that would feel like stepping into another country alone.
New trend of going grey on purpose, not so much. I'll continue to pluck the one straggler I've got thank you very much. However, a strange side of me can't wait to get a few greys and see if I look as regal as I think I am. Perhaps I'll get reading glasses too! Okay this is sounding a bit like when I was 8 and really wanted braces, so I would take the wrapper from my piece of juicy fruit and fit it just so around my upper choppers. God I was gorgeous!
Reading a delicious tale called Here on Earth by Alice Hoffman, thought it would be fluffy after reading the jacket, something about woman returns to hometown to find old love blah blah. The jacket really didn't do it justice. I can't stop thinking about it. I am right in the story with the main character March, consumed by a man, forgetting my domestic duties, wishing the children would go to bed by 8 not 8:15! My work pal tells me it disturbed her. Can't wait.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Wait wait wait, you want HOT coffee?
Is a weekend at the cabin more or less stressful? Do tell. Spent a few nights on Lake Mille Lacs with family, BFF, and her lovely daughter. To summarize the Other spent around a total of 8 hours working on the tractor and the boat. A good 3 of those 8hrs were filled with expletives I'm sure. He then spent another 5-6 hrs mowing the yard, nothing like quality family time. This meant it was us ladies manning the fort i.e. toting the noodles, towels, shovels, pails, various plastic toys, and the children to the lake for swim time. It was us same women cooking, cleaning, and yelling "put your underwear back on", "don't eat that dirt", "stop hitting"....All in all a great trip. We even got the chance to explore Brainerd. Having never been to Brainerd it was quite the adventure finding the Walmart (I kinda expected to drive into town and there'd be a few houses and the Walmart). Well after seeing the fairgrounds and the Pepsi factory we finally made it to Walmart. It took about 45 minutes to locate 3 items. NOTHING seems to be where it should be and the workers apparently aren't trained as to the location of items or even general areas such as "home goods". When we asked one blue vested worker she stared off into space. After 30 seconds of watching her work out our question her reply started with "I'm pretty sure its....".
So then comes McDonald's. Nothing like a great fast food experience. Already I was a little annoyed. I wanted strong coffee, coffee that makes you feel like you've been slapped in the face. So having to settle for McD's was one thing and then this happens:
ME to 21yr old store manager who has a look on her face that is very anti-customer service: hey do you have those lattes?
Bitchy store manager: NO!
ME: hmmm okay (notice poster for iced coffee asking me to add a shot of flavor syrup)...I'll have a large coffee with a shot of hazelnut and the same with sugar free vanilla for her
Bitchy store manager: (confused look) so a large coffee ....with hazelnut?
ME: yeeees (not sure why she's so confused there's a massive friggin poster practically begging me to add a flavor shot)
ME: we want it hot though, right BFF? (BFF confirms she too wants hers hot)
Bitchy store manager: (even more confused) so you want the coffee hot?
ME: (really wondering why she's so confused, has no one ordered HOT coffee before?) right, we both want it hot.
16 yr old boy working coffee station: what? They want it hot? do they still want the cream? he doesn't say this directly to us despite us being less than one foot away, he says it to this manager girl who then turns to us and I cut her off and say "still want the cream". Now I'm pretty f-ing annoyed, what's the deal here? Hot coffee, shot of syrup, NOT asking for an AIDS cure here, what the? Then I notice he's making the coffees in the large cups made for ICED coffee. So these cups will probably MELT if you put hot coffee in there.
ME to bitchy store manager (who is now just staring at us with a look of disdain on her face): Ummm don't you have cups for hot coffee?
Bitchy store manager: yeah
ME: well can you use those? I'm pretty sure those cups will burn us.
Bitchy store manager: so you want the styrofoam cups?
I look at BFF as if to affirm I'm still in reality and haven't landed on Punked or that old show Boiling Point, because as of now, I'm at the Boiling Point and I'm about to turn into my old school self.
ME: yes. The cups you have for HOT COFFEE.
Bitchy store manager walks over to 16yr old boy and looks over her shoulder at us before saying in a loud whisper "I guess they want it in the styrofoam cups". I guess? Really? Uh no, I'd rather burn the sh*t out of myself while handling a minivan filled with children, that's better. Forget the styrofoam I'm living on the edge man!
BFF looks at me and says: We gotta get outta here
My sentiments exactly.
So then comes McDonald's. Nothing like a great fast food experience. Already I was a little annoyed. I wanted strong coffee, coffee that makes you feel like you've been slapped in the face. So having to settle for McD's was one thing and then this happens:
ME to 21yr old store manager who has a look on her face that is very anti-customer service: hey do you have those lattes?
Bitchy store manager: NO!
ME: hmmm okay (notice poster for iced coffee asking me to add a shot of flavor syrup)...I'll have a large coffee with a shot of hazelnut and the same with sugar free vanilla for her
Bitchy store manager: (confused look) so a large coffee ....with hazelnut?
ME: yeeees (not sure why she's so confused there's a massive friggin poster practically begging me to add a flavor shot)
ME: we want it hot though, right BFF? (BFF confirms she too wants hers hot)
Bitchy store manager: (even more confused) so you want the coffee hot?
ME: (really wondering why she's so confused, has no one ordered HOT coffee before?) right, we both want it hot.
16 yr old boy working coffee station: what? They want it hot? do they still want the cream? he doesn't say this directly to us despite us being less than one foot away, he says it to this manager girl who then turns to us and I cut her off and say "still want the cream". Now I'm pretty f-ing annoyed, what's the deal here? Hot coffee, shot of syrup, NOT asking for an AIDS cure here, what the? Then I notice he's making the coffees in the large cups made for ICED coffee. So these cups will probably MELT if you put hot coffee in there.
ME to bitchy store manager (who is now just staring at us with a look of disdain on her face): Ummm don't you have cups for hot coffee?
Bitchy store manager: yeah
ME: well can you use those? I'm pretty sure those cups will burn us.
Bitchy store manager: so you want the styrofoam cups?
I look at BFF as if to affirm I'm still in reality and haven't landed on Punked or that old show Boiling Point, because as of now, I'm at the Boiling Point and I'm about to turn into my old school self.
ME: yes. The cups you have for HOT COFFEE.
Bitchy store manager walks over to 16yr old boy and looks over her shoulder at us before saying in a loud whisper "I guess they want it in the styrofoam cups". I guess? Really? Uh no, I'd rather burn the sh*t out of myself while handling a minivan filled with children, that's better. Forget the styrofoam I'm living on the edge man!
BFF looks at me and says: We gotta get outta here
My sentiments exactly.
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