James found an old pencil sharpener...
James (6.5): "Hey Mom. What's this?"
Mom: "A pencil sharpener."
James: "But it doesn't go bbbzzzzzzz..."
Mom: "Nope. Just watch... You turn the pencil in it like this..." (showing him with a color pencil)
James (eyebrows scrunched...): "What?? I have to turn it with my hand?"
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Night Owls
Mom: "Ok, time for bed."
James (6.5): "What?! It's not even dark. Why do we have to go to bed so freakin' early?"
Mom: "Um, where did you hear that?"
James: "Dad."
James (6.5): "What?! It's not even dark. Why do we have to go to bed so freakin' early?"
Mom: "Um, where did you hear that?"
James: "Dad."
The Car Saga
So, way back in January, an old man backed into my car causing over $2ooo in damage. I had the body work fixed in March, but the insurance people "forgot" to check out why my headlights were not working right.
After I got the car back, and realized the lights still weren't working, I called my insurance contact and asked him about it. He basically told me: "Oh, yeah. We forgot. Well, now you need to take it to a dealership and have it hooked up to a computer to see if it is, in fact, accident-related before I'll pay for it. Yes, we should have done this during the 3 weeks we had the car, but too late now, so it's on your dime."
With this response, I said to him: "Do you find this to be acceptable? Would you be happy with this service?" After a long pause, he responded: "No." and proceeded to try to find a way to get it fixed. The resolution was to bring the car to his location/repair shop and have his guys look at it, but his guys never called me back (this was at the end of April).
Finally, after the headlights stopped working completely, I called him earlier this week. He remembered me (it's been a month since we last spoke) and said he would get on it. I got a rental car, his repair shop looked at it, and his mechanic said it was a multi-function switch needing replaced and it probably was not accident-related... so far $398 in repair costs.
Great. We really need that $400+ for moving expenses - not repairs.
I got a call a little bit ago... the insurance guy is planning to pay for it!
I'm not sure why they plan to cover these repairs, but hopefully it's because I didn't resort to being mean and rude. I'd like to think there are people out there who will repay kindness with kindness, and not just reward the bad behavior.
After I got the car back, and realized the lights still weren't working, I called my insurance contact and asked him about it. He basically told me: "Oh, yeah. We forgot. Well, now you need to take it to a dealership and have it hooked up to a computer to see if it is, in fact, accident-related before I'll pay for it. Yes, we should have done this during the 3 weeks we had the car, but too late now, so it's on your dime."
With this response, I said to him: "Do you find this to be acceptable? Would you be happy with this service?" After a long pause, he responded: "No." and proceeded to try to find a way to get it fixed. The resolution was to bring the car to his location/repair shop and have his guys look at it, but his guys never called me back (this was at the end of April).
Finally, after the headlights stopped working completely, I called him earlier this week. He remembered me (it's been a month since we last spoke) and said he would get on it. I got a rental car, his repair shop looked at it, and his mechanic said it was a multi-function switch needing replaced and it probably was not accident-related... so far $398 in repair costs.
Great. We really need that $400+ for moving expenses - not repairs.
I got a call a little bit ago... the insurance guy is planning to pay for it!
I'm not sure why they plan to cover these repairs, but hopefully it's because I didn't resort to being mean and rude. I'd like to think there are people out there who will repay kindness with kindness, and not just reward the bad behavior.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Imagination for the Next Generation
James (6.5): "Hey Mommy. Guess what Ronnie & I downloaded on our magnadoodles?!"
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Smoker Friendly
So, I've been meaning to blog about this for a week and kept forgetting...
I brought James to a Starbucks during Happy Frappe Hour last Thursday - it was one of the freestanding Starbucks with a drive-thru and walk-up window. There was a group of ladies waiting for their drinks, and as we walked up, one of the ladies moved down to the end table.
One of the other ladies, somewhat confused at her friend's decision to change tables asked her why she moved. She replied: "I didn't want to smoke by that little boy" and they continued their conversation. (This is the point I noticed a cigarette settled between her fingers.)
Now, before all the smokers come track me down and give me cigarette burns for hating on them, I'd like to say that I don't really have a problem with smokers... as long as they aren't invading my space. For me, it's no different than someone with halitosis or a spitting problem talking 2" from my face. Or someone with B.O. using the overhead handrail on the train right next to me and allowing their oh-so-pleasant armpit aroma to make their way through my cilia and make me nauseous.
It's just a courtesy: Think if you stink. Mend before you offend.
So, to the unknown friendly smoker at Starbucks during Frappe Happy Hour last Thursday: THANK YOU for being so courteous!
P.S. And for those concerned I brought my kid to a coffee joint... he got the double chocolate chip blended creme. So quit your worrying. :o)
I brought James to a Starbucks during Happy Frappe Hour last Thursday - it was one of the freestanding Starbucks with a drive-thru and walk-up window. There was a group of ladies waiting for their drinks, and as we walked up, one of the ladies moved down to the end table.
One of the other ladies, somewhat confused at her friend's decision to change tables asked her why she moved. She replied: "I didn't want to smoke by that little boy" and they continued their conversation. (This is the point I noticed a cigarette settled between her fingers.)
Now, before all the smokers come track me down and give me cigarette burns for hating on them, I'd like to say that I don't really have a problem with smokers... as long as they aren't invading my space. For me, it's no different than someone with halitosis or a spitting problem talking 2" from my face. Or someone with B.O. using the overhead handrail on the train right next to me and allowing their oh-so-pleasant armpit aroma to make their way through my cilia and make me nauseous.
It's just a courtesy: Think if you stink. Mend before you offend.
So, to the unknown friendly smoker at Starbucks during Frappe Happy Hour last Thursday: THANK YOU for being so courteous!
P.S. And for those concerned I brought my kid to a coffee joint... he got the double chocolate chip blended creme. So quit your worrying. :o)
Monday, May 17, 2010
Filipino in the City
James & I were leaving the house so I could drop him off at school. As we were walking to the car...
James (6.5): "It's so quiet in our village this morning."
James (6.5): "It's so quiet in our village this morning."
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
So Polite
Ronnie dropped his cup over the baby gate, so I picked it up and gave it back to him.
Ronnie (2): "Thank you, Honey!"
Ronnie (2): "Thank you, Honey!"
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