Monday, February 16, 2009

So, I'm Not as Cool as I Think I Am!

Okay, I admit, I've always thought I was pretty cool. All the way back to when my mom would play her old fogey music, I thought, "I'm going to save my records to show my kids how cool I was"---The Beatles, Herman's Hermits, etc. Even if I'd really saved them, the actual records themselves would be so old fogey, that we don't even HAVE a way to play them now.

Fast forward 50 years. I've been very proud of myself that my grandkids think I'm cool. Steph has related stories about the girls asking her for advice, then telling her it was lousy advice and they would just have to ask grammy. Pump me up. 

There's the clothes issue. On her Christmas list, Morgan put---"anything from Abercrombie---and grammy, I don't want a gift card, I want you to pick it out". Pump me up. 

Boy advice---I'm on top of it.  Friend advice, ditto.  Music, no question. Although I must admit, I threw the girls under the bus last week when a song came on my iPod with really foul language. Butch was outraged. I told him it was obviously the girls' music. They later told me that he was all over them about it. To tell the truth, I didn't even realize I'd purchased an "explicit" song. Not so cool.

Yesterday, we went shopping. Steph remarked at how cold the mall was as she rubbed her hands together. The girls were like, "mom, you are so weird"! Steph said, "do you know how demoralizing it is to have your kids think their grammy is cooler than me"? Pump me up.

Then reality hits. I picked Jordan up from school a couple weeks ago to go to Morgan's basketball game. As soon as we hit the gym, Jordan dropped me like a hot potato--never even making eye contact once she got with her friends. Oh wait, she did "drop by" for money for the concession stand. Okay, I can take it. Let out a little air.

Then the other day, we're coming home from school and a particular song came on that I like. I said, "oooh, is this 3 Doors Down"? The girls both laughed, "grammy, it's "2" Doors Down"! I covered, sleekly by saying, "oh yeah, 3 Doors Down is one door down from 2 Doors Down, ha, ha, ha". Ssssss...

I just need to face it, the girls probably don't really think I'm all that cool. They just like me a lot. It could be the Marble Slab, movies, shopping trips and running them and their friends all over town. That's okay, I'll gladly take what I can get. After all, I'm thrilled to be such a big part of their life at this age!

At least Victoria and Elizabeth still think I'm cool. Mitchell? Not so much. I did tell him that I was going to buy a pair of Nike's just like his and wear them around his friends to show how cool I was. He shook his head and said, "grammy, all I've got to say is, I feel sorry for the girls". He's a boy. I never really thought I'd be cool to a boy anyway. I just love teasing the heck out of him--like dancing around him singing, "don't you wish your girlfriend was HOT like ME"!

I look at it this way, I'm creating fun memories. I can't wait until they grow up and can tell "grammy" stories! That's waaaaay COOL!!!

PS These girls are definitely giving Steph a run for her money. On our way home from the mall, she was all over them about something. About mid-way through her rant, she used the wrong tense of a word. The girls (and I must admit, me too) burst out laughing. Sort of took the wind out of Steph's sails! Ya know what I mean? 




Sunday, February 8, 2009

Grammy Review

And I don't mean ME!
For those of you that missed it, here's the run-down:
Whitney Houston---drunk or drugged?
Jennifer Hudson---forgot to take her napkin off after dinner (apparently someone told her before her performance).
Carrie Underwood---loved the sheer mini dress over the hot pants, she's gorgeous and those legs..
Chris Martin of Coldplay is Hhhhooootttt! and I love their performance--maybe not the greatest fashion icon, but loved the retro Sgt. Pepper look.
Sugarland---still love Jennifer Nettles, she's so cute and she totally KILLED with "Stay"--what a powerful voice---awesome. She can really chew those vowels---as well as Reba.
Kid Rock---loved his performance---"Amen"!
Taylor Swift and Miley Cyrus---cute little pair and loved the new song by TS
Alison Kraus looked fabulous!! Robert Plant looks really OLD! Oh wait, he is!
Andy Williams has had some really bad plastic surgery, or else they pulled him out of the coffin.
Jonas Brothers gave their usual great performance, but I have to say, Stevie Wonder nearly ruined their song---and what was that "steal" from Peter Frampton? But I did love the duo of "Superstition" with Stevie and the JB--sounded almost updated for the 21st century. Goes to show, you can't teach the old dog new tricks, but the young pups are still trainable.
Katie Perry---I liked her costume---unusual to see flats---she must be really tall and she can't dance a whit---I guess that's why she hopped around a lot, but the performance was pretty good---maybe because "I kissed a girl and I liked it" too!
Kanye West---I can't stand him, but I do like a few of his songs even if he mostly talks them.
Kenny Chesney---still my country love.
Paul McCartney can still rock it! Sure, his vocals were a little weak, but he's practically an institution! "My heart went BOOM"---and I'm no where near "17"!
Adele---didn't think I even knew who she was, but when she sang, I recognized her voice. Now I just have to figure out which song she does that I like.
The "beautiful" Gwyneth Paltrow (notice how "beautiful" has become part of her name---like thebeautifulgwynethpaltrow?) committed what I think was a fashion faux paux---heavy woolen grey tights with a silver sequin dress---and the hair---not so good.
JT (I've liked him since his NSYNC days) and TI (my new favorite rapper) did a great duet---loved it.
Jamie Foxx, Smokey Robinson, the last living member of the 4 Tops and another guy that looked and sounded familiar butIdon'tknowwhoitwas did a medley of 4 Tops hits that took me waaay back---no way to describe it except "that I can't help myself"---I'll always love Motown music the best! Even Paul was all over it!
Neil Diamond is still "sweet" on "Caroline" and I'm sure glad even if he talked a lot of it. "Good times never seemed so good"!
'Lil Wayne and Robin Thicke did a little New Orleans show with a Mardi Gras band.
I really liked how the Grammy's put together some unusual pairs. For the most part it worked and added a bit of mystery to the show.



Wednesday, January 28, 2009

PROOF!


Just went up to my scrapbook room since the fiasco with the converter box on Monday.  This was what I saw first and decided to show you proof that the print was too darn small to be read by any normal person and any number of pairs of glasses!

Monday, January 26, 2009

Electronic Problems Get me Charged UP!

You know that video I sent out awhile back about the little old lady trying to change her converter box? I made the smart alecky remark about that being my mom? Well, I better eat my words, because that little old lady is ME!!!

I've spent a friggin' hour this morning trying to get one hooked up to the little tv in my crop room.  When I took it out of the box and saw the remote control, I knew I was in trouble. We've been having problems with our remote to our sound system for a month now---and you can't watch tv without it. It's so darn frustrating.  I came home after the Celine Dion concert to the television blaring.  Butch had gone to bed.  I fought with it for at least 15 minutes before just unplugging the darn thing. We couldn't get it to turn off or adjust the volume.  It has been so aggravating---sometimes it works, and then sometimes it just won't respond.  This weekend, I asked Butch to put new batteries in it. He said that he'd checked the batteries with our "cheapo" battery tester.  I asked him to humor me as I don't think the stupid battery tester works.  He replaced the batteries and presto, chango, the thing works again.  

I just told that story to let you know that we are electronically challenged to begin with, so anything remotely complicated is darn near impossible.  The kids can attest to that as we really "wig out" when they push a bunch of buttons and get the remotes (3 of them) all screwed up.

After getting all the wires hooked up properly (of that I was sure), it came time to program the remote control.  The directions were so darn small that I had to get my mega stitching magnifiers to even see the print. The first thing to do was to select your tv brand and the corresponding 3 digit code.  There were at least a hundred brands to choose from.  Being that this little tv is so old, the brand was not listed.  The alternate instructions (if you did not have a code) was to hold down the power button and press the "up" button once every second until the tv shuts off.  If it doesn't shut off after holding and pressing 105 times (yes, you got that right, 105 times---hell, what's with that little extra "5"---seems like 100 should be enough), then hold the power button and press for another 105 times the "down" button. OMG, I nearly lost it. Here's the "rub".  There are TWO power buttons.  Have you ever seen a ****** remote with 2 power buttons? Of course, the directions did not specify WHICH power button to use. Sooooo, I had to do the whole friggin' thing TWICE.  That's 420 presses and all the counting that goes with it. A couple times I got confused and wasn't even sure what number I was on.  None of it worked.  The instructions said that if that didn't work, then I had to go through each of the 3 digit codes to see if any of them would work. If that didn't work, then there was a special note at the bottom in microscopic print that says: "apparently, this tv is not programmable."  

Oooookkkkkaaaayyy.  I start down the list of the 3 digit numbers.  Once I got to about the 6th one, I lost my place.  After doing a couple of them twice, I said to myself, "f*** t*** s***" and planned to go out and just buy a new tv.  I kept thinking, this is ridiculous that you have to have the remote to make this thing work.  The tv has to be on channel 3 now, so using the channel selector on the tv is not an option. I'm getting madder and madder.  Then I notice that there are 3 buttons on the actual converter box.  One is the power---easy enough to see as it's slightly raised---and 2 other buttons with up/down triangles---flat to the box and just etched (if you know what I mean---barely visible). I pressed one and voila' the channel changed. Why in the heck was there no mention of those buttons in the instructions?

All of that hassle just so I can watch "Antiques Road Show"! 

So, my big question---If a man can walk on the moon, then why can't we have SIMPLE electronics?? 

Sunday, January 25, 2009

NOLA is Alive and Well!

Went to New Orleans this week for just a day.  Mindy only has one day off a week, so it was a quick visit.  It started off just fine.  Since I'm an early bird, I always take the first flight. When I was going through security, the fellow ahead of me gave me my first chuckle of the day.  He was in his mid-40's or so, nice looking, a well-dressed, businessman.  The security checker, stopped at his bag.  They pulled out his toothbrush and said, "oh, it's your battery in your toothbrush." To which he responded, "what?" while looking at his toothbrush, then said, "hmmm, I didn't know it was battery operated."  Okay, not one to butt out, I had to jump in here and say, "so you didn't notice that it was heavy or had an on-off button? Or that the 12 buck cost might be a tip-off?" He laughed and said that his wife just gave it to him and he'd already been using it for 4 months.  So I said, "Well, I guess your teeth will be a whole lot cleaner tomorrow!"  We both laughed and told each other to have a good one.  Nice start.

Mindy picked me up. When I went to throw my bag in the backseat, her car was completely loaded with crap, including the old battery that she just had to replace.  I asked her if she planned to tote that around for the next 5 years as I spied the bags that were supposed to go to Good Will last JUNE when I helped her move.  She apologized that she didn't get a chance to have the outside of her car washed.  I told her that the outside was the least of her car problems.  Ahhh, Mindy---nothing new there.

Our first stop was Stanley's---one of the two restaurants that Scott Boswell Enterprises owns---and where Mindy's "office" is located (I say that tongue-in-cheek as it's the office for all SBE employees).  We had breakfast there.  It's a 30-40's style diner---very classy (fresh flowers, marble topped tables), located on Jackson Square.  I had the Eggs Stanley.  They were the best eggs benedict that I've ever had---I think it was the fried oysters that put it over the top.  While we were eating, one of the "lesser" managers came over to Mindy to tell her that there was a problem with the computer and what should they do.  Mindy quickly told them how to fix it. I could tell she was feeling important as she relayed a story about a problem the previous day with the printer in the office.  No one, not the director of operations, various people, nor the owner could fix it.  They told her to return it and get a new one.  Well, she fixed it---and everyone was impressed.  Now I know the reason for her title of Director of Internal Affairs---basically, if you have a problem of any kind, it's "ask Mindy".  Works for her (and us).

On the way to Mindy's apartment, she drove through the car wash to use the wash she bought when she got gas and didn't have time to get the wash (who does that)? She didn't have the receipt but had memorized the code.  She does the same thing with airline confirmation numbers---just memorizes them and has no physical back-up.  Makes me a nervous wreck.

We stopped for manicures---more for me than her, but still fun.

We went to her apartment to wait for the dryer repairman.  Her dryer has been broken for months.  I insisted she set it up for when I was in town because she keeps putting things off.  I realize she doesn't have much time as she works 12-14 hour days with only 1 day off a week---when she usually sleeps the whole day.

I wasn't going to get a chance to meet her boyfriend, but I knew I liked him right away when he gave Mindy an alarm clock for Christmas. Remember she missed her flight because her cell phone battery died in the middle of the night? She told Mike she didn't need the clock as she uses her phone.  He said, "Mindy, ADULTS use alarm clocks!" Loved that! He also lectures her just like we do: "if you would just grab a few things out of your car each time you go home, it would be empty!" She said, "yeah, my dad said the same thing." Last week, she said that he made a comment about her dark nail polish.  She set him straight right away and told him that under no uncertain terms was he allowed to make fashion statements---compliments only are allowed. And he's still around....(could be for her parking card too---we Eads girls do love our parking passes).

The dryer needs parts, so we did some wash and then draped it all around to dry.  We then went to the movie and saw Paul Blart, Mall Cop.  Very funny---we love Kevin James.  Another thing I noticed is that movies are cheap in New Orleans---$25.00 for both of us, popcorn and drinks. 

We went back to Mindy's apartment to freshen up before dinner and to "drape" another load. On the way, she drove me by the house near Commander's Palace where Benjamin Button was filmed---right across the street from the attorney she babysat for with 2 little girls that were in the movie.

We had 7 p.m. dinner reservations at Stella's---SBE's flagship restaurant opened about 8 years ago in the French Quarter---4 blocks from Stanley's. The names were taken from Streetcar Named Desire which was filmed in New Orleans. I need to rent that sometime.  I don't know anything about that story. Anyway, back to the food. OMG---and I mean Oh, My, Gosh! Unbelievable! Could possibly be the best food I've ever put in my mouth! The restaurant itself was very quaint and intimate with several tall, thin French doors lining one wall with the original vintage glass, fireplace in the corner, and a lit garden outside with lush flowers.  The whole place was just gorgeous.  The silverware and crystal sparkled.  When I mentioned it to Mindy, she said that Chef was all about the details.  Each piece of silverware and crystal is hand washed and polished.  The actual dishes were so fancy and unique.  Mindy told me about the plate used if you order the dessert sampler.  It's a large limoges plate---$250 each (the plate, not the desserts). We had way too much food, but every bit of it was delicious. The squash soup was amazing---pureed squash, sweet potatoes, scallions, cream, bacon, and---are you ready for this---chocolate!  Who would have thought to put chocolate in soup?  It was incredible.  Okay, enough about the food. The cost was astronomical, but luckily, Mindy gets a 50% discount and movies are cheap, so that almost makes up for it. Stella's has just jumped to the top of the list of my favorite restaurants.  I'm making myself hungry just thinking about it.

We got home about 9:30 and decided to hit the sack.  Mindy got ready for bed first.  It was only 9:45 when I got in bed and she was already sound asleep.  I read for 45 minutes.  During that time, her phone (which was on the nightstand right next to her ear) went off 6 times and she never even heard it.  The poor girl is absolutely exhausted.  That worries me. Even though I remind myself that she's young and can handle it, I do worry about her health.  But I guess for Mindy, it's not much different than college---late nights partying and pulling all-nighters to do papers and studying because she's such a procrastinator. She'll be okay. At least that's what I keep telling myself.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

My Heart Will Go On!

Connie took me to the Celine Dion concert last night (well, sort of---I drove---I think she uses me for the free parking!).  We started with dinner at Amerigo's---she paid for that too---my birthday treat.  After a lengthy wait---turns out half the people there were going to the concert---we had a delicious meal.  I hadn't been there is a few years.  As we were dining, we could see the traffic backed up on Broadway as far as the eye could see.  When we left, we went downtown the "back" way.  It still took us awhile to get there.  Butch had arranged for our parking.  When we pulled into the lot, we were told that an attendant had been saving our spot right up front, directly across the street from the back door. Cool!  We entered and got in the Will Call line to claim our tickets, only to be told that we had to go all the way around the block outside in 27 degree weather to the main box office.  It was cold. We got the tickets and hustled to our seats as the opening act had already started.  We had two very "happy" boys (if you know what I mean) that were sitting in front of us.  I took several pictures for them.  When the concert started, those boys were on their feet and dancing---in sync!  We thought they might be singing and signing at the same time.  They (or at least one of them) were very cute.  Isn't that always the way? They turned back to us and said we needed to get up and dance.  Connie told them that we were old ladies (ahem, speak for yourself you 60 year old, you).  They replied, "well, so are we"!  How cute was that? 

Celine was absolutely amazing.  I had seen her in concert about 15 years ago in Denver for the opening of the Pepsi Center.  She put on a good show then.  This show was great.  Plenty of theatrics that included one segment where the male dancers rose out of the floor while holding a female dancer over their heads.  They walked the perimeter of the stage with them all wrapped around them.  Connie said she'd like to see Jack and Butch lift us! Know way would that ever happen!  Celine had 6 costume changes and wore at least 6 inch spiked heels with every outfit.  The whole thing was fabulous.  Actually, we were really lucky because with those "happy" boys in front of us, we got two shows for the price of one!  

When the show was over, Connie directed us out.  When we finally exited, we were once again, all the way around the block from the parking lot---so much for "right up front parking"! I'll be Connie's date whenever.  She sure knows how to show a girl a good time! But she better leave the navigating and parking to me!

Sunday, January 11, 2009

It"s My Party and I'll Cry if I Want to!!

My 57th birthday started off with a pity party.  I was getting ready for church when I started feeling so bad that I had to lay down.  I was sick on Thursday, but it turned out to just be a cold and I felt better already by Friday.  As I was laying there trying to figure out what the problem was, it hit me.  I was having a hive attack.  Yesterday, I had one hive between my eyes and another on my right earlobe.  Since I wasn't breaking out any further, I figured my body was handling it. Today, I recognized what was happening.  It was so disheartening as I haven't had to take any prednisone since October 1st.  I thought I was finally over all of this---it's been nine years now.  Once I took my usual dose, I laid there and tried to think what might have set it off. I guess it could be the cold, but then, I'm really thinking it could have been some spice in the Indian food I had on Friday night.  If it was that, is totally wasn't worth it.

Anyway, I just cried for a little bit feeling sorry for myself.  I was finally feeling like I could get rid of this weight.  I hate how I look and I hate how this weight makes me feel. Then I reminded myself that I should be thankful that it's not something much worse.  I took a nap and 2 hours later, I was back to normal---still depressed, but feeling back to normal.  I have to say---the prednisone is like a miracle---and I'm really thankful for that.  I can't imagine what people had to go through in the "olden" days.

Sandy called to wish me a happy birthday, so we talked for nearly an hour.  They have 18 inches of snow on the ground and are snowed in.  Hard to believe when we had 63 degrees yesterday.

I had scheduled a computer lesson for myself at the Apple Store at 11, so I finished getting ready and left.  After that, I treated myself to a pedicure.  Due to the cold, I've entered into the coughing stage.  Between the coughing and sneezing, I really need to wear a maxi-pad.

Mindy called me several times, but we kept missing each other.  When I got home, Butch told me he had talked to her.  Then, he "made" my day.  Let me start by saying that Mindy has been loving her job---long 12-14 hour days---6 days a week and all.  That is until this week.  She called me on Tuesday and said she was exhausted and hormonal, but that she HATED her job!  I talked her off the ledge.  Well today, she called to say that she had finally been given a title---are you ready for this?  She is the Director of Internal Affairs and HR.  They are getting her business cards too.  The best part----a $4000. raise---after only 6 months!  Needless to say, she's on cloud nine and loving her job again!! I'm going to celebrate with here when I go to New Orleans on the 21st.  

Steph called to wish me a happy birthday and so did Jeanne.

That's when it hit me.  What really makes me the happiest is when all is right with my family and friends.  Happy birthday to me!!

PS I think I'm starting to have "old woman" feet. They just don't look as cute as they used to.