The Punkinhead loved wearing her new outfit from her great aunt and uncle to church this weekend. She kept saying, "I pwetty Mommy!" Love her self-confidence and am praying she never loses a bit of it.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Pwetty Sunday
The Punkinhead loved wearing her new outfit from her great aunt and uncle to church this weekend. She kept saying, "I pwetty Mommy!" Love her self-confidence and am praying she never loses a bit of it.
Friday, June 5, 2009
With this math, it's no wonder the newspapers are shutting down...
I was recently really bummed to discover that the double edition of the Sunday paper I buy every Saturday night (so that I can get 2 of each of the coupon inserts)has gone up in price from $3 to $5. A monthly budget difference of $8. So, I figured I'd give the subscription department of the Dallas Morning News a call to see if they could offer me home delivery of 2 Sunday papers for an amount somewhere between $12 and $20.
I checked online first, but they only offered a single Sunday edition for delivery at $2.91 a week. So, I called the Customer Service number to negotiate with a live person. Here is a brief run down of the craziness that followed....
HotMommy: Hi, I wanted to speak to someone about subscribing to the Sunday paper?
DMN Person: Yes?
HotMommy: Well, I currently buy the double edition at the grocery store and I was wondering what the closest price to $3 a week you can give me for delivery of 2 papers?
DMN Person: I can offer you 2 Sunday papers delivered for $28 a month.
HotMommy: (pausing to mentally process this.....$7 a week...)You want me to pay 9 cents more per paper than I'd pay for the single edition if I subscribed to it twice and $2 a week more than I pay for the double edition at the grocery store?
DMN Person: Well, you're paying for the convenience of delivery and it's more difficult to deliver 2 papers than to deliver just one.
HotMommy: (again pausing to mentally process) So, you're not willing to negotiate at ALL to gain another subscriber to the paper? It really isn't more convenient for ME to have to wait until Sunday morning to get the 2 editions I buy easily on Saturday night.
DMN Person: Ma'am, $28 per month is the best price I can offer you.
HotMommy: Well, I'm going to stick to buying it at the grocery store then. Thanks for the info!
So, no wonder no one wants to subscribe anymore. What a horrible sales strategy! I'm bummed that I still have to pay $8 more a month than I use to, but there is no amount of "convenience" that would make me want to pay $16 more than I used to!!!!!
I checked online first, but they only offered a single Sunday edition for delivery at $2.91 a week. So, I called the Customer Service number to negotiate with a live person. Here is a brief run down of the craziness that followed....
HotMommy: Hi, I wanted to speak to someone about subscribing to the Sunday paper?
DMN Person: Yes?
HotMommy: Well, I currently buy the double edition at the grocery store and I was wondering what the closest price to $3 a week you can give me for delivery of 2 papers?
DMN Person: I can offer you 2 Sunday papers delivered for $28 a month.
HotMommy: (pausing to mentally process this.....$7 a week...)You want me to pay 9 cents more per paper than I'd pay for the single edition if I subscribed to it twice and $2 a week more than I pay for the double edition at the grocery store?
DMN Person: Well, you're paying for the convenience of delivery and it's more difficult to deliver 2 papers than to deliver just one.
HotMommy: (again pausing to mentally process) So, you're not willing to negotiate at ALL to gain another subscriber to the paper? It really isn't more convenient for ME to have to wait until Sunday morning to get the 2 editions I buy easily on Saturday night.
DMN Person: Ma'am, $28 per month is the best price I can offer you.
HotMommy: Well, I'm going to stick to buying it at the grocery store then. Thanks for the info!
So, no wonder no one wants to subscribe anymore. What a horrible sales strategy! I'm bummed that I still have to pay $8 more a month than I use to, but there is no amount of "convenience" that would make me want to pay $16 more than I used to!!!!!
Saturday, May 30, 2009
On the Precipice
I'm 31 weeks and 1 day pregnant today. I know for most folks that still feels like there is a hefty chunk of time to go, but this was the day in the Punkinhead's pregnancy that she was born so to me it feels like time has flown by. Tomorrow I will be pregnant longer than ever previously. I'm very much looking forward to having the next 48 days go by uneventfully.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Posting Easter Pictures Late
This pregnancy is kicking my butt - 10 weeks to go, though. So that's the reason it's taken me so long to post anything. Buzzkill, HotMommy, and Punkinhead started a new tradition this year of going to the Arboretum on Good Friday. The flowers were beautiful and the weather glorious. The Punkinhead loved running around the grounds in her pretty Easter dress and white patent leather shoes. She did manage to destroy her tights with her excessive climbing. Awesome family day!
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Follow up to the key flushing
Remember how Buzzkill couldn't find his spare set during Friday's key flushing incident?
Well, they just turned up in the Punkinhead's sock drawer. Really.
Well, they just turned up in the Punkinhead's sock drawer. Really.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Punkinhead’s Challenge of the Day
We had an appointment this morning at Sweet & Sassy for the Punkinhead to get some swoopy side bangs; they’ll hopefully prevent the horrendous knots we’ve been battling every day.
Before her haircut, she needed a diaper change so we darted into the restroom to take care of business. Punkinhead had grabbed my keys – standard practice and no big deal, but today....she flushed them down the toilet while I was getting a diaper out of her backpack!
That’s right. They went right down the drain. I don’t have a big “janitor’s” ring of keys, so the heavy duty public flusher sucked them down super fast. I tried for about 10 minutes to plunge them out but no luck. They were gone, baby gone.
Buzzkill was called at work and asked to grab his spare set to the minivan at home and bring them to the hair salon ASAP.
Unfortunately, Buzzkill was unable to locate the spare set, so he called the dealership and was told if he had the VIN number, they could cut him a new key in about 10 minutes to pick up.
Punkinhead and I moved on to Stride Rite to pick out some white dress shoes for Easter.
Buzzkill called to let me know it was going to be a little bit longer than he thought because the dealership forgot to tell him to bring the minivan’s title, so they’d have to look it up for him before they could cut the key.
Punkinhead and HotMommy next visited Gymboree where the Punkinhead watched TV and HotMommy spent a little more money.
Cut to Buzzkill’s next update call. With the downpour of rain, the highways were taking him longer than he anticipated.
Punkinhead and HotMommy decided to stop in to Build-A-Bear to get a birthday gift for one of our friends. Punkinhead also managed to “borrow” a Sharpie from the front counter and drew a goatee on her chin. Well, at least it wasn’t a Hitler mustache .
So, two hours after the initial flushing incident, Buzzkill makes it to the shopping center and we’re able to gain access to the minivan. Punkinhead dismisses her daddy with a “bye-bye, close peas.” (Translation: See ya, close the door now.) She promptly falls into a deep slumber and HotMommy gratefully drives home.
I think Buzzkill and I met her challenge handily. Mission accomplished!
Before her haircut, she needed a diaper change so we darted into the restroom to take care of business. Punkinhead had grabbed my keys – standard practice and no big deal, but today....she flushed them down the toilet while I was getting a diaper out of her backpack!
That’s right. They went right down the drain. I don’t have a big “janitor’s” ring of keys, so the heavy duty public flusher sucked them down super fast. I tried for about 10 minutes to plunge them out but no luck. They were gone, baby gone.
Buzzkill was called at work and asked to grab his spare set to the minivan at home and bring them to the hair salon ASAP.
Unfortunately, Buzzkill was unable to locate the spare set, so he called the dealership and was told if he had the VIN number, they could cut him a new key in about 10 minutes to pick up.
Punkinhead and I moved on to Stride Rite to pick out some white dress shoes for Easter.
Buzzkill called to let me know it was going to be a little bit longer than he thought because the dealership forgot to tell him to bring the minivan’s title, so they’d have to look it up for him before they could cut the key.
Punkinhead and HotMommy next visited Gymboree where the Punkinhead watched TV and HotMommy spent a little more money.
Cut to Buzzkill’s next update call. With the downpour of rain, the highways were taking him longer than he anticipated.
Punkinhead and HotMommy decided to stop in to Build-A-Bear to get a birthday gift for one of our friends. Punkinhead also managed to “borrow” a Sharpie from the front counter and drew a goatee on her chin. Well, at least it wasn’t a Hitler mustache .
So, two hours after the initial flushing incident, Buzzkill makes it to the shopping center and we’re able to gain access to the minivan. Punkinhead dismisses her daddy with a “bye-bye, close peas.” (Translation: See ya, close the door now.) She promptly falls into a deep slumber and HotMommy gratefully drives home.
I think Buzzkill and I met her challenge handily. Mission accomplished!
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Girl Scout Cookie Time and how we now know Punkinhead isn't allergic to coconut
Before you read this next Punkinhead story, please keep in mind that (1) HotMommy has a massive sinus infection and (2) is 17 weeks pregnant. So I fall asleep ALL the time. Can't be helped.
Yesterday our large cookie order was delivered (refer to (2) above) and we opened up a box of Samoas. Samoas are the Girl Scout cookies at the top of our eating priority pyramid. We're big on coconut here. After a half box "sampling, " I closed up the box and left it on the coffee table.
Fast forward to this afternoon following Punkinhead's naptime. I stretched out on the sofa to nod off a little bit while Punkinhead played around me in the great room (or The Great Playpen since it's enclosed by baby gates).
I woke up to the sound of plastic rustling and sat up to discover the Punkinhead sitting on top of the coffee table, an open box of Samoas with two remaining in the tray, one cookie in each little sweaty hand, an entire cookie in her mouth, and chocolate smeared over her entire lower face. She had clearly consumed quite a few cookies before I woke up too. She looked at me with a look of total joy and said (after swallowing a whole cookie) simply, "MMMMmmmm!"
Yup, that says everything you need to say about Girl Scout cookie time.
Yesterday our large cookie order was delivered (refer to (2) above) and we opened up a box of Samoas. Samoas are the Girl Scout cookies at the top of our eating priority pyramid. We're big on coconut here. After a half box "sampling, " I closed up the box and left it on the coffee table.
Fast forward to this afternoon following Punkinhead's naptime. I stretched out on the sofa to nod off a little bit while Punkinhead played around me in the great room (or The Great Playpen since it's enclosed by baby gates).
I woke up to the sound of plastic rustling and sat up to discover the Punkinhead sitting on top of the coffee table, an open box of Samoas with two remaining in the tray, one cookie in each little sweaty hand, an entire cookie in her mouth, and chocolate smeared over her entire lower face. She had clearly consumed quite a few cookies before I woke up too. She looked at me with a look of total joy and said (after swallowing a whole cookie) simply, "MMMMmmmm!"
Yup, that says everything you need to say about Girl Scout cookie time.
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