Christmas is a good time for Best Buy to stay on my good side. Bo and I bought a laptop computer there not even a month ago. The dweeby salesman tried to sell us anti-virus software, to which we pointed out the advertised flyer on the shelf included a one year anti-virus protection so we didn't need it. He concurred and we left.
Fast forward to yesterday. Bo turned on the computer and it bombards him with bogus alerts saying computer is under attack. Pretty much wouldn't let him do anything without purchasing "software" to clean the computer. I start googling from my phone and find out it's a virus. Seriously? We should have anti-virus. I start looking at the McAfee I activated and it says my trial has expired?!
I'm pissed.
I made Bo get up and go to Best Buy to fight with me. Strength in numbers. He goes back to check out the advertisement while I wait in line - yep, "one year of anti-virus included." My blood starts boiling.
They send us to Geek Squad who initially rattles off a bunch of fixes in excess of $150. I'm feeling a little sunk but I keep trying to justify my case. It's likely I got the virus because my protection ran out, which should have been covered for a year. Geek man goes back to talk to computer department, comes back and tells me it's software that wasn't already installed on my computer but that should have been given to me with purchase. Bingo, we win. So, he offers to restore my computer and will give me the one year anti-virus that should have been included without the fee. Smart move, Best Buy.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Friday, December 2, 2011
Hurts To Think
My name is Jenny and I have an addiction - to caffeine. A very severe addiction I am trying to break. As I sit here typing this I'm almost embarrassed. My heads hurts so bad it might as well have been hit by a brick.
I've successfully given up drinking caffeine a few times in my life, but never have I felt as bad as I do now. When did this happen? And how many days is my head going to have to keep hurting? Seriously, it's an evil drug.
I've successfully given up drinking caffeine a few times in my life, but never have I felt as bad as I do now. When did this happen? And how many days is my head going to have to keep hurting? Seriously, it's an evil drug.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Growing
I am a control freak. Self-confessed. Betcha didn't know that, huh? Seriously, you didn't? Hmmm. Come try living at my house and ask Bo. :-)
It's a rare occasion if I haven't seen every piece of mail, not noticed a dollar missing from one of our accounts, or missed a crumb drop on the floor. I'm annoying about it.
Let me give you an example. We were at my grandma's sifting through her belongings when I told my mom I am going to start putting colored dots on everything I own so that when I die, each person knows exactly what I owned that I wanted them to have. I was kidding of course, except for the important valuables. {She told me I was ridiculous. I still might start a list...there's always a little truth buried in humor.} Controlling to the grave, I know.
Seems a blessing that there was a man created for me who can handle that level of insanity, and willingly I might add. I'm trying to let go. First, because I am eventually going to send myself to an early grave over a can of green beans label if it's facing the wrong way in the pantry. Who wants to die over that? Second, because it's not fair to Bo. That should be reason enough. And third, and most important, I'm challenging and denying God the ability to be present in my life and direct the path. So I give up, starting with maybe two of the seven days of the week...?
No, really. It seems lately there are detours on my path I need to take and just enjoy the journey. Husbands and an amazing God teach us that.
It's a rare occasion if I haven't seen every piece of mail, not noticed a dollar missing from one of our accounts, or missed a crumb drop on the floor. I'm annoying about it.
Let me give you an example. We were at my grandma's sifting through her belongings when I told my mom I am going to start putting colored dots on everything I own so that when I die, each person knows exactly what I owned that I wanted them to have. I was kidding of course, except for the important valuables. {She told me I was ridiculous. I still might start a list...there's always a little truth buried in humor.} Controlling to the grave, I know.
Seems a blessing that there was a man created for me who can handle that level of insanity, and willingly I might add. I'm trying to let go. First, because I am eventually going to send myself to an early grave over a can of green beans label if it's facing the wrong way in the pantry. Who wants to die over that? Second, because it's not fair to Bo. That should be reason enough. And third, and most important, I'm challenging and denying God the ability to be present in my life and direct the path. So I give up, starting with maybe two of the seven days of the week...?
No, really. It seems lately there are detours on my path I need to take and just enjoy the journey. Husbands and an amazing God teach us that.
Monday, November 21, 2011
Life Turned on a Dime
My cousin Joe got married this weekend in Alabama. With the unsettlement in our family right now, I wasn't sure what to make of the trip. Mom, Dad, Nick and I were the only relatives attending from my dad's side of the family.
The passing of my grandma was so much more difficult than I or anymore foresaw. She was definitely on my mind throughout the weekend. Not a week ago, I went back to her house in Athens. Saw all the belongings she had left behind, momentos that she loved, gifts we had given her, all strewn out on tables like an estate sale. My grandma kept the Pollard family bound together. She was the invisible thread that hand knitted us to each other. Heartbreaking to watch it all unravel.
I had a great childhood. I have so many memories of Nick and I growing up surrounded by an extended family that seemed to be living equally satisfying lives. Divorce hadn't plagued relationships and holidays were truly enjoyable. Nick and I always looked forward to seeing our cousins, aunts, uncles, and grandparents. Every Thanksgiving and Christmas we got to see both sides of our family and without a doubt came home with way too many gifts.
And then you get older. The spirit of joy and family isn't so magical. You learn there's resentment, jealousy, even hatred living within your family. People you looked up to with so much respect for 26 years suddenly decide family isn't the bond that they should treasure.
This holiday season will be our first, new tradition of no tradition. I always turned my nose up at carving the turkey each year, much to my Grandma Ellen's dismay. But this year, there will be no turkey at Grandma's.
I was sitting in the church pew waiting for the wedding to start. My mom looked over and said she couldn't help but think about Grandma. I turn my head and crawling along the edge of the pew bench, was a lady bug. A small reminder that she's still with us. We'll be ok.
The passing of my grandma was so much more difficult than I or anymore foresaw. She was definitely on my mind throughout the weekend. Not a week ago, I went back to her house in Athens. Saw all the belongings she had left behind, momentos that she loved, gifts we had given her, all strewn out on tables like an estate sale. My grandma kept the Pollard family bound together. She was the invisible thread that hand knitted us to each other. Heartbreaking to watch it all unravel.
I had a great childhood. I have so many memories of Nick and I growing up surrounded by an extended family that seemed to be living equally satisfying lives. Divorce hadn't plagued relationships and holidays were truly enjoyable. Nick and I always looked forward to seeing our cousins, aunts, uncles, and grandparents. Every Thanksgiving and Christmas we got to see both sides of our family and without a doubt came home with way too many gifts.
And then you get older. The spirit of joy and family isn't so magical. You learn there's resentment, jealousy, even hatred living within your family. People you looked up to with so much respect for 26 years suddenly decide family isn't the bond that they should treasure.
This holiday season will be our first, new tradition of no tradition. I always turned my nose up at carving the turkey each year, much to my Grandma Ellen's dismay. But this year, there will be no turkey at Grandma's.
I was sitting in the church pew waiting for the wedding to start. My mom looked over and said she couldn't help but think about Grandma. I turn my head and crawling along the edge of the pew bench, was a lady bug. A small reminder that she's still with us. We'll be ok.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
You Never Know How You Will React, Until It Happens To You
It's one of those things you never think will actually happen to you, but my friends, it happened to me - I got stuck in an elevator. For real stuck.
Let me set this up for you...I'm in Alabama for my cousin's wedding. Last night, we gathered for the rehearsal dinner, which was on the top floor of a high rise building. Eleven of us and a small child entered an elevator with a capacity of 21 people or 3500 pounds. If you're doing the math, we were nowhere near capacity. We push the 8th floor button, the elevator rattled, dropped a little, and we went nowhere. You may be thinking, at least you weren't up high with the chance of plummeting. True. But panic was still setting in for irrational fears of loss of oxygen or rising temperatures inside the elevator. The only reason I didn't physically faint from anxiety was a three year old little girl (who I later learned was the flower girl) was on the verge on mini meltdown because they couldn't "just fix the door". Whew.
Needless to say, we bonded with some of the bride's family and had a good laugh, once rescued by Huntsville's finest firemen. A memory made.
Let me set this up for you...I'm in Alabama for my cousin's wedding. Last night, we gathered for the rehearsal dinner, which was on the top floor of a high rise building. Eleven of us and a small child entered an elevator with a capacity of 21 people or 3500 pounds. If you're doing the math, we were nowhere near capacity. We push the 8th floor button, the elevator rattled, dropped a little, and we went nowhere. You may be thinking, at least you weren't up high with the chance of plummeting. True. But panic was still setting in for irrational fears of loss of oxygen or rising temperatures inside the elevator. The only reason I didn't physically faint from anxiety was a three year old little girl (who I later learned was the flower girl) was on the verge on mini meltdown because they couldn't "just fix the door". Whew.
Needless to say, we bonded with some of the bride's family and had a good laugh, once rescued by Huntsville's finest firemen. A memory made.
Monday, November 14, 2011
Courage and Hope
I'm in Cincinnati. It's raining. I had room service. I watched Dancing With The Stars, my first episode of the season. And now I'm 9 minutes into the show I hadn't yet gotten around to changing the channel on - Gabby and Mark: Courage and Hope.
I already want to sniff a little. In 9 minutes, I have already seen a love every couple in this entire world undoubtedly wants to experience. Gabby Giffords and Mark Kelly fought through that "in sickness and in health" phase with determination and optimism.
While divorce and infidelity plague so many marriages, it's hard to believe people actual desire each other anymore or remember that spark that encouraged marriage.
Although the special is focusing on Gabby's journey through the injury, all that stands out to me is her husband. Diane Sawyer interviews her and she frequently turns to her rock for confirmation and agreement. Proof that in the miracle of miracle moments, where only the power of God and love of family endures, a bullet may have taken some of her words but not her spirit. I am truly impressed.
I already want to sniff a little. In 9 minutes, I have already seen a love every couple in this entire world undoubtedly wants to experience. Gabby Giffords and Mark Kelly fought through that "in sickness and in health" phase with determination and optimism.
While divorce and infidelity plague so many marriages, it's hard to believe people actual desire each other anymore or remember that spark that encouraged marriage.
Although the special is focusing on Gabby's journey through the injury, all that stands out to me is her husband. Diane Sawyer interviews her and she frequently turns to her rock for confirmation and agreement. Proof that in the miracle of miracle moments, where only the power of God and love of family endures, a bullet may have taken some of her words but not her spirit. I am truly impressed.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
DIY-ing
As some of you may know, I'm addicted to Pinterest right now. I've made quite a few fantastic recipes worth making again, gained a few room inspirations, namely my guest rooms, and even a few crafts have begun. Begun being the key word. I have all the necessities for most...and they'll all be done by Christmas. Pfffh!
I did tackle (and complete) one last night. Check it out.
And if you are wondering, I do know how to spell JOY, however every woman in Fort Worth must have been decorating their kids room with the letter J and they were out. Being the impatient person I am, I didn't want to have to make a trip BACK to Hobby Lobby, especially since most of these projects happen on Sundays when they're closed, I went for the easiest convertible letter - U. Stick with the pictures, it comes out, I promise.
All in all, fairly easy project if you don't pick a word with the letter O. I had to keep cutting my yard because there was no getting that massive ball through the little O opening to wind the letter. Just FYI.
I did tackle (and complete) one last night. Check it out.
And if you are wondering, I do know how to spell JOY, however every woman in Fort Worth must have been decorating their kids room with the letter J and they were out. Being the impatient person I am, I didn't want to have to make a trip BACK to Hobby Lobby, especially since most of these projects happen on Sundays when they're closed, I went for the easiest convertible letter - U. Stick with the pictures, it comes out, I promise.
All in all, fairly easy project if you don't pick a word with the letter O. I had to keep cutting my yard because there was no getting that massive ball through the little O opening to wind the letter. Just FYI.
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