Facebook

Ok, I joined Facebook a couple of weeks ago. I ONLY joined to keep an eye on Ali, who wanted a Facebook page. This is what Facebook has done to my life.

It has made me VERY insecure.

Daily, Ali asks me how many friends I have. Holy crap, I don't have as many friends as she does and not even close to as many as my high school senior class president, James Clarke, has. He has an obnoxious amount like 1,500.

This is how a typical Facebook interaction goes for me.

I find a person I know. I do a happy little dance, seriously. I have found some people that I have loved dearly over the years. I get SO excited and then this happens:

"Will they even remember me?"

"Do they hate me?"

"Do they remember something stupid I did from my teen years?"

"Did I accidentally snub them last week at the library or market?"

OK, so all of that makes me doubt even asking them to be my Facebook friend. Asking them to be my friend is a very big commitment. And, what if they decline me??? That has not happened yet, but I fear it happening daily. After I get up the guts to ask them to be my friend, I wait. Will they be my friend? Sometimes it is a short wait. Sometimes it is a very long wait. (Shila Dass Conway--you know who you are. You took like WEEKS to accept my friend request. You left me hanging sister, feeling SO insecure :))

The very best is when I find a friend from long ago and they are HAPPY I found them and send me little note asking about my life. That makes my little heart so happy. I have had very good friends in the past and have surrounded myself with fabulous friends right now. My friends keep me strong.

Once I get past all the insecurities of Facebook, I love it.

Mediocrity, Please

I have made a discovery. It has only taken my neigh on 36 years. If we expect little in the way of customer service, we will not be disappointed.

We have a Pizza Hut just down the road from us. On special occasions, Papa orders from there. When I say "special occasions," I mean when he wants to get very annoyed with someone. Honestly, they have had to give us hundreds of dollars in free pizzas. (Yeah, I know, why do we keep going back?!?)

Consistently, without fail, or interruption, they mess up our order. They have been doing this for years. They either get the order wrong, loose the order or plain don't have the pizza ready.

In December, my dad and brother went to pick up our order. Surprise, surprise, they had lost our order entirely. No record, what-so-over. My dad actually complained (kindly and friendly-like; you know Rodger) and got a voucher for free pizzas next time.

A couple of days ago, we decided to redeem our free pizzas. I was looking on the voucher and the reason for issuing a credit to us was "pizza late, too late." So, I guess they have some guidelines they follow. Pizza must be able to be late, just not TOO late.

I went to pick up said pizzas. After giving her the name the order was under, she asked, "Might it be under a different name?" Seriously, I almost punched her and took any pizza I wanted.

Luckily, she actually did just have it under a different name. So for once, the pizza was hot, ready and yummy. I guess once every 5 years we are going to luck out with Pizza Hut.

But, I am sticking with my new motto for customer service, "Medicrity, please." Honestly, do we deserve better?

I am in love...

I am in love with my new shoes!!!

It honestly kills me to spend so much money on shoes. I currently own, including this pair, three pairs of shoes. How pathetic is that for a girl? The other two pairs were bought about 3 1/2 to 4 years ago. I have to have special inserts in my shoes so I have to search long and hard for a good pair that will accommodate my freakishness. I highly recommend this shoe to one and all.

I hope to have a long, lasting relationship with the new shoe-love-of-my-life.

LOVE My Name

Yesterday I was at work completing my WIC orientation. I was in the back filling out papers when the girl at the front desk came and told me there was a man in the lobby asking after me. Then in hushed tones, she added, "He is out there SINGING for you."

I have to tell you, it is not the first time I have been sung to about my name, but the first time in front of a lobby full of people. You never keep a man waiting who is singing for you...even if he is only bringing you your new ID badge :)

Thanx, Mom and Dad for my AWESOME name!!

Law School Denial

Yesterday I got home from work just after 5:00 pm. I got the mail in and started making dinner. Kate started looking through the mail and got to a certain envelope. She asked me what it was. I told her it was probably junk mail; plus it had come to the wrong address. Then she told me it was from George Washington Law School. I put down my knife and looked at it. Then I told her it was a rejection letter for the poor boy who had applied for law school. (I would make a joke about the world being better off with one less lawyer, but I have needed mine lately and he is excellent.)

After a few minutes of Kate looking at the letter, she decided we needed to take him cookies. My sweet, tender hearted child. I love that she feels sympathy for someone she will never meet.

Old Blog

If you are just finding my blog...feel free to check out my OLD blog until I get up and going for real :)

www.olsonmemories.blogspot.com

OK, I Suck...

I have been a very bad blogger lately. I am promising, here and now, to get in gear and do better!