Thursday, January 13, 2011
Wednesday, January 05, 2011
House Family Christmas Card 2010
In case you didn't receive one, Happy Holidays from the House family.
Showered With Gifts
We had a fabulous Christmas (other than that part where I was sick for 2 weeks straight). We celebrated with Chris's family the weekend before at Grandma's house in Olympia and we were showered with gifts. The following weekend we took a trek over the hills to Wenatchee to spend a few days with my parents and once again were showered with gifts. We also received a few gift showering packages along the way. I decided to make a photo collage of my gifts so I can remember them next year.
Monday, December 20, 2010
User Error
You have to be able to laugh at yourself, and I seem to have plenty of opportunity to do so.
Sometimes I don't know my own strength. And often, when opening things, I forget about my brute strength and rip doors/handles/lids right off.
Last summer it was the lid to the deck box. Chris made fun of me for weeks.
Just recently it was the door handle in our Volvo, from the inside. When Chris took it in to get fixed the guy said to him "I have no idea how she managed to do that".
Well, I managed to do it again. Just a few weeks after getting it fixed. Good thing I don't lift weights, can you imagine?!
So, the door handle is broken. And, in order to exit the car I have to roll down the window, open it from the outside, and then roll it back up.
Last week I drove into work, parked the car, rolled down the window, opened the door and then noticed that the RED warning light was on in the car. I let out a giant sign, pulled out the manual and looked up the warning light. The note said "pull over immediately and read computer text on dash". So I looked at the dash and couldn't read the message because the light is going out in the dash computer. It only works when the car has been off for at least an hour, only for about 10 minutes or so. Big sigh again.
I went upstairs and called our repair guy. They didn't have an opening until Monday. I began to panic. There may have been anger, there may have been yelling, and possibly a few tears. I was very upset. It also didn't help that my commute is fairly far and I was stressed about a busy day at work. Needless to say, I may have lost it. Poor Chris.
Around two in the afternoon I finally had a break and went down to the parking garage to see if I could read the warning message (since the car had been parked for some time). I opened the door and got in, leaving the door open so I wouldn't have to do the window routine to get back out. I turned on the car, the warning light came on, and I looked over at the message. It was there, clear as day, "Driver Door Open".
Huge Sigh.
Sometimes I don't know my own strength. And often, when opening things, I forget about my brute strength and rip doors/handles/lids right off.
Last summer it was the lid to the deck box. Chris made fun of me for weeks.
Just recently it was the door handle in our Volvo, from the inside. When Chris took it in to get fixed the guy said to him "I have no idea how she managed to do that".
Well, I managed to do it again. Just a few weeks after getting it fixed. Good thing I don't lift weights, can you imagine?!
So, the door handle is broken. And, in order to exit the car I have to roll down the window, open it from the outside, and then roll it back up.
Last week I drove into work, parked the car, rolled down the window, opened the door and then noticed that the RED warning light was on in the car. I let out a giant sign, pulled out the manual and looked up the warning light. The note said "pull over immediately and read computer text on dash". So I looked at the dash and couldn't read the message because the light is going out in the dash computer. It only works when the car has been off for at least an hour, only for about 10 minutes or so. Big sigh again.
I went upstairs and called our repair guy. They didn't have an opening until Monday. I began to panic. There may have been anger, there may have been yelling, and possibly a few tears. I was very upset. It also didn't help that my commute is fairly far and I was stressed about a busy day at work. Needless to say, I may have lost it. Poor Chris.
Around two in the afternoon I finally had a break and went down to the parking garage to see if I could read the warning message (since the car had been parked for some time). I opened the door and got in, leaving the door open so I wouldn't have to do the window routine to get back out. I turned on the car, the warning light came on, and I looked over at the message. It was there, clear as day, "Driver Door Open".
Huge Sigh.
Tuesday, December 07, 2010
Dreamforce'10
I'm in San Francisco this week for my 7th Dreamforce event. Dreamforce is the annual users conference for Salesforce.com.
To give you an idea of the growth that Salesforce has had, the first year I came to dream force there were a handful of partner booths, the entire conference was held in a hotel, and we were bused to the closing keynote.
This year Dreamforce has taken over Moscone (conference center) North, South, and West in downtown San Francisco. The line for this morning's keynote was thousands long at 8am this morning for a 9am start. They are expecting over 30k attendees this year, and that number doesn't include all of those who are watching around the globe on the live feed!
Needless to say, the growth has been phenomenal, but I am far from surprised.
I'm looking forward to this morning's keynote and hearing about what is coming next for this company with a rocket pack on.
Haven't heard of Salesforce.com? It is time you checked them out!
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To give you an idea of the growth that Salesforce has had, the first year I came to dream force there were a handful of partner booths, the entire conference was held in a hotel, and we were bused to the closing keynote.
This year Dreamforce has taken over Moscone (conference center) North, South, and West in downtown San Francisco. The line for this morning's keynote was thousands long at 8am this morning for a 9am start. They are expecting over 30k attendees this year, and that number doesn't include all of those who are watching around the globe on the live feed!
Needless to say, the growth has been phenomenal, but I am far from surprised.
I'm looking forward to this morning's keynote and hearing about what is coming next for this company with a rocket pack on.
Haven't heard of Salesforce.com? It is time you checked them out!
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Saturday, November 27, 2010
Gearing up for the Holidays
Testing out BlogPress on my new iPad (early Christmas gift to myself!)
Jetty is getting in the holiday spirit early this year!
Jetty is getting in the holiday spirit early this year!
Location:SW Kenyon St,Seattle,United States
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Percival Jones House: August 10, 1997 - November 16, 2010
Percival, Percy, Pman, Peterman, Petey, Big Kitty, Big Pete
Last week we lost our good buddy. He was quite the cat. Or as Kevin Mullarky says "He was a real prick of a cat". If you've met Percy, you know exactly what he meant.
Percy was.....well, Percy was a bit evil. It takes me both hands to count the number of people that had to visit their doctor because of a Percy bite. He had a dirty dirty mouth.
But he was my buddy. Percy and I went through a lot together. He and I even moved to San Diego and back together. When no one else was looking, he'd climb up on my lap and purr and purr.
Percy loved food. He REALLY loved food. He also loved surveying his land. We'd let him out the back door and he'd just roam, sniffing about, and then he'd find a spot to lay down and just take it all in. He also loved drinking from the tub. And he loved telling you all about it. He was a loud kitty.
Chris, Ares, Jet and I all miss Percy (well, maybe not Ares, and I'm not really sure Jet noticed...but Chris and I miss him for sure).
He was quite a cat.
RIP Percy, we'll keep an eye on Pound Kitty for you.
Last week we lost our good buddy. He was quite the cat. Or as Kevin Mullarky says "He was a real prick of a cat". If you've met Percy, you know exactly what he meant.
Percy was.....well, Percy was a bit evil. It takes me both hands to count the number of people that had to visit their doctor because of a Percy bite. He had a dirty dirty mouth.
But he was my buddy. Percy and I went through a lot together. He and I even moved to San Diego and back together. When no one else was looking, he'd climb up on my lap and purr and purr.
Percy loved food. He REALLY loved food. He also loved surveying his land. We'd let him out the back door and he'd just roam, sniffing about, and then he'd find a spot to lay down and just take it all in. He also loved drinking from the tub. And he loved telling you all about it. He was a loud kitty.
Chris, Ares, Jet and I all miss Percy (well, maybe not Ares, and I'm not really sure Jet noticed...but Chris and I miss him for sure).
He was quite a cat.
RIP Percy, we'll keep an eye on Pound Kitty for you.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Kidnappers?
Chris and I are trying to sell Sebastian, our 2002 Subaru Outback. We have had tons of interest, but as of yet no buyers. One of the tricky things about selling a car is the test drive. Chris and I have a system. If the interested party is male he rides along, and if the interested party is female I ride along. But last night a couple showed up, together, and after a few glances between us Chris went along with them.
After they had been gone about 10 minutes I began to watch out the front window for their return. A few minutes later I began to receive text messages from Chris. Here is a transcript:
Chris:
Thanks goodness for text messaging/cell phones though, or I probably would have called the police!
After they had been gone about 10 minutes I began to watch out the front window for their return. A few minutes later I began to receive text messages from Chris. Here is a transcript:
Chris:
- Am on north 99
- Whoa! What?!? Are you being kidnapped?
- They seem nice but may be kidnapping me
- Should I call the police?
- Not yet
- Ok keep me posted!
- Ok
- Took Seneca Exit
- Ok Good
- Waiting to get on s 99 at columbia
- Ok, do they seem interested in the car?
- Hard to say
- Heading s on 99 now
- On w seattle bridge
- On 35th
- Switching drivers at car wash place
- Ok, where are you now?
- Pulling up
- Open g door
Thanks goodness for text messaging/cell phones though, or I probably would have called the police!
Tuesday, November 09, 2010
Auto Refill - The Saga Continues
A while back I blogged about my woes with the Safeway Pharmacy Auto Refill Program (click here). And, well, it hasn't gotten any better.
I received a new prescription a month ago and promptly headed to the pharmacy to get it filled. I knew that I still had one more refill left on my previous prescription but asked that they cancel that and make sure to take it off the auto refill. I also asked that the new prescription not be enrolled in auto refill. All went as planned.
About 2 weeks after that I received a call from the automated "Machine" informing me that my prescription was ready to be picked up, my auto refill prescription, the one that should have been canceled (?), or maybe the one that wasn't supposed to be set up on auto refill (?). The suspense was almost more than I could stand so I rushed right over to the pharmacy.
Old prescription, old auto refill......never canceled.
Just for grins I asked "Do you still have my new prescription in your machine?". "Yes". "Ok, is it on Auto Refill?". "No, of course it isn't, you asked that it not be enrolled".
Beyond amazed I once again left Safeway awe.
You're not going to be surprised when I fill you in on what happened next. A few days ago I received a call from the automated "Machine" letting me know that my prescription was ready to be picked up. My prescription that wasn't on auto refill. Oh joy.
I could barely wait to rush to the pharmacy and find out what they were going to supply me with this time. At the counter I gave them my name and they searched high and low for my prescription. Nothing. I explained that the "Machine" had called me just that morning, and you won't believe what they told me this time:
"Oh, well that is why. The machine calls you, then you're supposed to call us and we'll refill your prescription, the call is just a reminder".
Really, I'm not kidding, this is what they told me. I only wish I could make this stuff up.
I received a new prescription a month ago and promptly headed to the pharmacy to get it filled. I knew that I still had one more refill left on my previous prescription but asked that they cancel that and make sure to take it off the auto refill. I also asked that the new prescription not be enrolled in auto refill. All went as planned.
About 2 weeks after that I received a call from the automated "Machine" informing me that my prescription was ready to be picked up, my auto refill prescription, the one that should have been canceled (?), or maybe the one that wasn't supposed to be set up on auto refill (?). The suspense was almost more than I could stand so I rushed right over to the pharmacy.
Old prescription, old auto refill......never canceled.
Just for grins I asked "Do you still have my new prescription in your machine?". "Yes". "Ok, is it on Auto Refill?". "No, of course it isn't, you asked that it not be enrolled".
Beyond amazed I once again left Safeway awe.
You're not going to be surprised when I fill you in on what happened next. A few days ago I received a call from the automated "Machine" letting me know that my prescription was ready to be picked up. My prescription that wasn't on auto refill. Oh joy.
I could barely wait to rush to the pharmacy and find out what they were going to supply me with this time. At the counter I gave them my name and they searched high and low for my prescription. Nothing. I explained that the "Machine" had called me just that morning, and you won't believe what they told me this time:
"Oh, well that is why. The machine calls you, then you're supposed to call us and we'll refill your prescription, the call is just a reminder".
Really, I'm not kidding, this is what they told me. I only wish I could make this stuff up.
Saturday, November 06, 2010
Bad Pants Karma
I've been having issues lately keeping the seems of my pants together.
Example 1: I recently purchased a pair of work slacks (you know, those awesome wrinkle free kind they have now). I purchased them from my favorite clothing store Eddie Bauer. I purchased the same size and style that I always do. I was very excited.
That is until the first time I wore them, to work. I'm not sure how long it was before the seam split and I noticed, but it could have been up to 6 hours.
Oh, and it wasn't just a simple leg seam split. Oh no, it was a middle of the butt split. Of course, at work. I claimed that I was cold and wore my long jacket the rest of the day.
The next day I packed the pants back up and returned them to the store. No questions asked, they replaced my pants with a new pair.
Fast forward a week. I decided to wear my new new pants to work, put them on and proceeded to get ready for work. Luckily the brilliant side of me decided to examine the new pants before leaving the house this time. Low and behold, guess what I found. Yep, a hole in seam of the pants. Yep, middle of the butt.
Fast forward another few days and I find myself back at the store again returning the pants. The gentleman at the counter was very friendly and helpful, up until the point where he suggested that perhaps I buy a bigger size. That isn't something you suggest to a woman. End of story. I calmly tried to explain how I hadn't even worn this pair. He then brought forward another pair, same size/style as my previous two and suggested that I maybe try again. Again, in my brilliance I asked to examine the pants before I left the store. Oh, and guess what, there was the beginnings of a hole in the seam, middle of the butt! I asked for a refund instead.
Example 2: Another fairly new pair of work pants, I've worn them a handful of times, this time purchased at Nordstrom. And again, who knows how long I was walking around with a hole in my pants but it could have been anywhere from 1 to 8 hours. Oh and this time, instead of a middle of the butt seam hole, the hole was on the opposite side of my body, same region, you get the picture. Oh yeah, and bright pink underwear. Awesome.
I'm switching to skirts.
Example 1: I recently purchased a pair of work slacks (you know, those awesome wrinkle free kind they have now). I purchased them from my favorite clothing store Eddie Bauer. I purchased the same size and style that I always do. I was very excited.
That is until the first time I wore them, to work. I'm not sure how long it was before the seam split and I noticed, but it could have been up to 6 hours.
Oh, and it wasn't just a simple leg seam split. Oh no, it was a middle of the butt split. Of course, at work. I claimed that I was cold and wore my long jacket the rest of the day.
The next day I packed the pants back up and returned them to the store. No questions asked, they replaced my pants with a new pair.
Fast forward a week. I decided to wear my new new pants to work, put them on and proceeded to get ready for work. Luckily the brilliant side of me decided to examine the new pants before leaving the house this time. Low and behold, guess what I found. Yep, a hole in seam of the pants. Yep, middle of the butt.
Fast forward another few days and I find myself back at the store again returning the pants. The gentleman at the counter was very friendly and helpful, up until the point where he suggested that perhaps I buy a bigger size. That isn't something you suggest to a woman. End of story. I calmly tried to explain how I hadn't even worn this pair. He then brought forward another pair, same size/style as my previous two and suggested that I maybe try again. Again, in my brilliance I asked to examine the pants before I left the store. Oh, and guess what, there was the beginnings of a hole in the seam, middle of the butt! I asked for a refund instead.
Example 2: Another fairly new pair of work pants, I've worn them a handful of times, this time purchased at Nordstrom. And again, who knows how long I was walking around with a hole in my pants but it could have been anywhere from 1 to 8 hours. Oh and this time, instead of a middle of the butt seam hole, the hole was on the opposite side of my body, same region, you get the picture. Oh yeah, and bright pink underwear. Awesome.
I'm switching to skirts.
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