The shopping has continued with varying success, but at least I have something to blog about.
In the mall last night we were walking between shoe stores and came upon a kiosk type structure divided into three parts. Each section had in it a large chair, the kind you would expect to see in a dental office, or other examination type room. The chair was stark white, reclined, had an attached foot stool, and above the chair, attached to a bar above each section was a light on a retractable arm hovering over the chair. The whole decor was very stark white giving off a very sterile vibe. This was a new innovation, the fifteen minute tooth whitening kiosk from the people at Nu Smile. In just 15 minutes you can have whiter teeth if you sit in the chair, and let the guy who last week ran the celebrity portrait kiosk, put a chemical in your mouth and shine a light on it.
So how does this work? You're walking in the mall with someone, and they say: "I could really go for a Starbucks right now." You reply: "I'm not in the mood, I think I'll have my teeth whitened instead."
I did not want to engage the "professional" long haired fellow running this booth, so I did not stop to find out how much this would actually cost, but I'm assuming a little more than a latte from an overpriced coffee vendor.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Eastern (Mental) Bloc
By now, just about everyone has heard about CDOs (Collateralized Debt Obligations), CLOs (Collateralized Loan Obligations) and CDSs (Credit Default Swaps), and the negative impact they've had on the balance sheets of all sorts of financial institutions.
However, while these "toxic assets" are household names, there is another, insidious acronym lurking out there, which is far less well-known.
The evil item in question is what I'll refer to as a "CSO," or "Comedic Sensory Overload."
Not surprisingly, as with CDOs, CLOs and CDSs, it reared its ugly head while I was listening to Bloomberg radio, an all-business news station owned by FBB's favorite mayor. One morning this week, as I was listening to the station on my way to work, I heard the following: "...And we've got some breaking news coming over the wire. The Hungarian Central Bank has decided to leave interest rates unchanged."
My first thought upon hearing this "breaking news" was, "Hungary has a central bank?"
I then spent the next five minutes announcing, to no one in particular, in my best sing-song Hungarian accent, "These rates are verrry nice. We do not want to change them. We want the interest rates to always look the same, so we will put plastic covers on them."
Funny stuff, indeed.
The next day, however, another news flash got me into some trouble.
The same announcer said, "We've just received word that the National Bank of Poland has cut its benchmark interest rate by 25 basis points."
Within nanoseconds, it seemed as though every synapse in my brain began to fire. I opened my mouth to utter some snarky witticism (again, to no one in particular), and...nothing.
Not. A. Thing.
The problem was that I had too many funny thoughts hitting me at the same time, and they canceled each other out.
This, my friends, is a textbook case of CSO.
Much to my chagrin, this is not a short-term condition.
Even now, many hours later, I am simply incapable of summoning any humorous thoughts about the Polish "Fed" cutting interest rates. I even read the official press release...and it made complete sense. I found myself thinking, "Of course they lowered rates, considering the decline in industrial production in the fourth quarter."
What kind of nasty condition is this which robs a man of the ability to make fun of the Polish Central Bank?
For now, I'll just have to move on, and focus my thoughts relating to Eastern European Central Banks on the Hungarians.
The Central Bank of Hungary, you say?
They must have one heck of a chandelier in the lobby of that building.
However, while these "toxic assets" are household names, there is another, insidious acronym lurking out there, which is far less well-known.
The evil item in question is what I'll refer to as a "CSO," or "Comedic Sensory Overload."
Not surprisingly, as with CDOs, CLOs and CDSs, it reared its ugly head while I was listening to Bloomberg radio, an all-business news station owned by FBB's favorite mayor. One morning this week, as I was listening to the station on my way to work, I heard the following: "...And we've got some breaking news coming over the wire. The Hungarian Central Bank has decided to leave interest rates unchanged."
My first thought upon hearing this "breaking news" was, "Hungary has a central bank?"
I then spent the next five minutes announcing, to no one in particular, in my best sing-song Hungarian accent, "These rates are verrry nice. We do not want to change them. We want the interest rates to always look the same, so we will put plastic covers on them."
Funny stuff, indeed.
The next day, however, another news flash got me into some trouble.
The same announcer said, "We've just received word that the National Bank of Poland has cut its benchmark interest rate by 25 basis points."
Within nanoseconds, it seemed as though every synapse in my brain began to fire. I opened my mouth to utter some snarky witticism (again, to no one in particular), and...nothing.
Not. A. Thing.
The problem was that I had too many funny thoughts hitting me at the same time, and they canceled each other out.
This, my friends, is a textbook case of CSO.
Much to my chagrin, this is not a short-term condition.
Even now, many hours later, I am simply incapable of summoning any humorous thoughts about the Polish "Fed" cutting interest rates. I even read the official press release...and it made complete sense. I found myself thinking, "Of course they lowered rates, considering the decline in industrial production in the fourth quarter."
What kind of nasty condition is this which robs a man of the ability to make fun of the Polish Central Bank?
For now, I'll just have to move on, and focus my thoughts relating to Eastern European Central Banks on the Hungarians.
The Central Bank of Hungary, you say?
They must have one heck of a chandelier in the lobby of that building.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Shopping Part II
So I took the girls (15 and 13)shopping today after bringing home loads of stuff the other day for them to try on. I'm not sure which is harder: going back and forth to buy and return, or taking them with me so that I can see their convoluted sense of fashion.
I'm not sure what look they're trying to achieve. On the one hand my taste is "old," and on the other they are trying to dress like women twice their age. It makes no sense.
Really what I want to know is when did color become a bad word? Everything is black and white...or white and black. They passed over the beautiful pastels, and luscious hues of blue and zeroed right in on the black and white. Mostly black. What is wrong with these children?!?!?
They choose styles that look awful on them, and turn their noses up at styles that flatter them.
I was never like that.
I'm not sure what look they're trying to achieve. On the one hand my taste is "old," and on the other they are trying to dress like women twice their age. It makes no sense.
Really what I want to know is when did color become a bad word? Everything is black and white...or white and black. They passed over the beautiful pastels, and luscious hues of blue and zeroed right in on the black and white. Mostly black. What is wrong with these children?!?!?
They choose styles that look awful on them, and turn their noses up at styles that flatter them.
I was never like that.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Too Cliched?
You know how they say it's a stereotype because it's true? Well....
Let me just say that I have two teenage girls and we have just started the season of shopping.
Shoot me now.
Let me just say that I have two teenage girls and we have just started the season of shopping.
Shoot me now.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Minnesota Mini-Golf
In the previous post, FBB mentioned our mini-golf game at the Mall of America.
Let me provide some more detail.
As she mentioned, I won by about 10 strokes. (You can be sure that I wouldn't be blogging about it if I had lost).
At the outset, it appeared as though it could be a long afternoon for good ol' MBB. FBB broke out to an early lead, aided by a hole-in-one on the 3rd hole.
Meanwhile, I was playing okay, but was just missing on some of my longer putts. This didn't bother me too much, however, because it indicated to me that I was putting well, and had plenty of time to stage a comeback.
So, despite a couple of disappointing shots, my short game was clearly on. I was more-or-less sizing up the distance properly, and really reading the breaks in the green. As everyone in the mini-golf world knows, when MBB's short game is on, everyone else is playing for 2nd place.
Right about the 6th hole, I started to turn things around, draining some long ones. By the halfway point, I was slightly ahead. On the back nine, I put on a putting clinic, leaving FBB in my wake. In retrospect, I should've taped my performance on holes #11-17, then sold it as an instructional video on the Golf Channel. (Just three easy installments of $9.99, plus $4.50 for shipping and handling. While supplies last).
Overall, I was pleased by my performace. It wasn't as good as the time we played in Florida a few months ago, when I scorched the course so badly there was smoke coming out of the windmill on the 15th hole. Still, it was pretty good.
I'm looking forward to our next round.
Let me provide some more detail.
As she mentioned, I won by about 10 strokes. (You can be sure that I wouldn't be blogging about it if I had lost).
At the outset, it appeared as though it could be a long afternoon for good ol' MBB. FBB broke out to an early lead, aided by a hole-in-one on the 3rd hole.
Meanwhile, I was playing okay, but was just missing on some of my longer putts. This didn't bother me too much, however, because it indicated to me that I was putting well, and had plenty of time to stage a comeback.
So, despite a couple of disappointing shots, my short game was clearly on. I was more-or-less sizing up the distance properly, and really reading the breaks in the green. As everyone in the mini-golf world knows, when MBB's short game is on, everyone else is playing for 2nd place.
Right about the 6th hole, I started to turn things around, draining some long ones. By the halfway point, I was slightly ahead. On the back nine, I put on a putting clinic, leaving FBB in my wake. In retrospect, I should've taped my performance on holes #11-17, then sold it as an instructional video on the Golf Channel. (Just three easy installments of $9.99, plus $4.50 for shipping and handling. While supplies last).
Overall, I was pleased by my performace. It wasn't as good as the time we played in Florida a few months ago, when I scorched the course so badly there was smoke coming out of the windmill on the 15th hole. Still, it was pretty good.
I'm looking forward to our next round.
Monday, March 16, 2009
A Long Rambling Post
So we had a great time in Minneapolis over the weekend. We actually spent the weekend in St. Louis Park, a suburb of Minneapolis, and luckily it was really quite warm. The day before we came the high was 14, but all weekend it didn't really dip below forty. The sidewalks were slushy and waterlogged, but the street drainage was excellent. At one point we passed a sidewalk that had about two inches of water on it. I guess if the temperature dips, someone could go skating out there!
A few cousins stayed for the weekend festivities, and one who was supposed to go home Friday ended up staying because "the pilot didn't show up." Hmmm. If that's the best the airline could come up with, how bad is the truth? Granted, the pilot could have been passed out drunk somewhere, and in that case, I guess the passengers should be pleased that he didn't show up. I'm thinking more likely the airline preferred to charter out the plane/crew then send a half empty flight to Philadelphia. Already the night before, when this couple tried to print boarding passes they were told the flight was overbooked so they weren't assigning seats. They got to the airport early, and based on the gate attendance at boarding time, there's no way the flight was overbooked.
It ended up well for them, because they were more than happy to stay. Someone else left on Friday and had to decline an offer of a $300 voucher if she would switch to a flight going into Laguardia instead of JFK. She had checked luggage so she was not eligible.
When we got to the hotel on Thursday we went to check in. The rate we had gotten was a special rate for the wedding, but we figured what the heck, and we asked for an upgrade. We said last time we were here you upgraded us to the club level, could you do that again? First she said she wasn't sure, because we were part of the wedding, and then she said "OK, I've moved you up." That was very coool. I don't know if the rooms are different, but you get access to the the "club room" which is coffee and soda all day and breakfast (which we didn't use)in the morning. Also, you need to use your room key to access the elevator to your floor. Lesson: Ask for the upgrade. It can't hurt.
We rented a car too. I don't know if the rates are really cheap there, or if we just got a great deal, but we added GPS. We could have walked away with it too, because when we got on the shuttle back to the airport after dropping off the car, there was no mention of the GPS anywhere on the bill. We called and they put it on, but I don't know if anyone would have known had we walked off with it. So why did we rent a car? It actually came out to less than if we would have taken a cab from downtown to the burbs, and then a cab back to the airport (though we may have gotten a ride for that). But really? We needed a place for our stuff on Friday. We ended up going to the Mall Of America. There is a light rail from downtown to the Mall, but we had luggage, and it's hard to play mini golf when you're pulling a suitcase behind you.
There was a time when I would beat MBB at mini golf. Now I start off a few strokes ahead, but he gets focused and I get cocky, so he ends up ahead by about 7-10 strokes. I need to refocus.
Saturday night we went bowling with a bunch of cousins. It was really fun. Especially when one guy, who hardly EVER bowls, was throwing down strikes and spares and looked as shocked as the rest of us!
Sunday we left, and stopped at a place called Breadsmith on the way to the airport. MBB scored sourdough bread which is hard to come by in these parts, and I got a mini greek olive ciabatta bread that was heavenly. It was crusty and salty and olivey, and just delicious. The cinnamon buns and scones weren't too shabby either.
Interesting thing about the Minneapolis airport that is different from a lot of airports: Once you go through security you can go to any concourse or any gate. It's a massive airport, but I think it's pretty and not a bad place to kill an hour. Luckily we were not delayed, and since we got the tickets with miles, the best return flight only had a first class availability. So we went first class. WOO HOO! We got water before we took off! They did also serve a free meal which we declined (it cost 5 bucks in the back), and we got out of the plane first. The seat was really nice and roomy, and I fell asleep for about an hour.
The shuttle to our off site parking showed up right away, and when we got there I went in to pay, (with my trusty coupon that my brother (the attorney!!!)suggested)and everything was going great. Until I overheard a woman on the phone crying that her car had been stolen out of the lot. Man, that ain't worth $8 a day! Now, she was no longer at the counter, or talking to anyone at the parking lot so I assume I missed most of the drama. The Police came right about then. All I could think was if this was me, I would walk around the ENTIRE lot just to make sure no one had moved the car. I would check hotel parking, too This lot is on site of a hotel). The sad thing is I doubt the cops will really investigate this, but I would check all the employees. This lot has a guy in a booth you have to pass as you enter/leave. He opens his window and yells "EZ WAY?" you say yes and he waves you on. No reciept needed, no token, nothing. To get in there is a lif gate, but he opened it right away for the shuttle driver so access onto the lot is not that hard. (If you don't work there you need to take a ticket and then the gate opens. You don't do anything with that ticket, it just opens the gate) This could totally be an inside job. Drive the car off the lot, and return the keys. This is Newark. I'm sure there is SOMEWHERE you can get a set of keys made. I feel really bad for this woman. Here you think you parked all safe and secure and BOOM!!! Car's gone. It was a brand new truck. Things went smoothly for us, and we went home.
The kids were happy to see us, and now it's back to real life.
A few cousins stayed for the weekend festivities, and one who was supposed to go home Friday ended up staying because "the pilot didn't show up." Hmmm. If that's the best the airline could come up with, how bad is the truth? Granted, the pilot could have been passed out drunk somewhere, and in that case, I guess the passengers should be pleased that he didn't show up. I'm thinking more likely the airline preferred to charter out the plane/crew then send a half empty flight to Philadelphia. Already the night before, when this couple tried to print boarding passes they were told the flight was overbooked so they weren't assigning seats. They got to the airport early, and based on the gate attendance at boarding time, there's no way the flight was overbooked.
It ended up well for them, because they were more than happy to stay. Someone else left on Friday and had to decline an offer of a $300 voucher if she would switch to a flight going into Laguardia instead of JFK. She had checked luggage so she was not eligible.
When we got to the hotel on Thursday we went to check in. The rate we had gotten was a special rate for the wedding, but we figured what the heck, and we asked for an upgrade. We said last time we were here you upgraded us to the club level, could you do that again? First she said she wasn't sure, because we were part of the wedding, and then she said "OK, I've moved you up." That was very coool. I don't know if the rooms are different, but you get access to the the "club room" which is coffee and soda all day and breakfast (which we didn't use)in the morning. Also, you need to use your room key to access the elevator to your floor. Lesson: Ask for the upgrade. It can't hurt.
We rented a car too. I don't know if the rates are really cheap there, or if we just got a great deal, but we added GPS. We could have walked away with it too, because when we got on the shuttle back to the airport after dropping off the car, there was no mention of the GPS anywhere on the bill. We called and they put it on, but I don't know if anyone would have known had we walked off with it. So why did we rent a car? It actually came out to less than if we would have taken a cab from downtown to the burbs, and then a cab back to the airport (though we may have gotten a ride for that). But really? We needed a place for our stuff on Friday. We ended up going to the Mall Of America. There is a light rail from downtown to the Mall, but we had luggage, and it's hard to play mini golf when you're pulling a suitcase behind you.
There was a time when I would beat MBB at mini golf. Now I start off a few strokes ahead, but he gets focused and I get cocky, so he ends up ahead by about 7-10 strokes. I need to refocus.
Saturday night we went bowling with a bunch of cousins. It was really fun. Especially when one guy, who hardly EVER bowls, was throwing down strikes and spares and looked as shocked as the rest of us!
Sunday we left, and stopped at a place called Breadsmith on the way to the airport. MBB scored sourdough bread which is hard to come by in these parts, and I got a mini greek olive ciabatta bread that was heavenly. It was crusty and salty and olivey, and just delicious. The cinnamon buns and scones weren't too shabby either.
Interesting thing about the Minneapolis airport that is different from a lot of airports: Once you go through security you can go to any concourse or any gate. It's a massive airport, but I think it's pretty and not a bad place to kill an hour. Luckily we were not delayed, and since we got the tickets with miles, the best return flight only had a first class availability. So we went first class. WOO HOO! We got water before we took off! They did also serve a free meal which we declined (it cost 5 bucks in the back), and we got out of the plane first. The seat was really nice and roomy, and I fell asleep for about an hour.
The shuttle to our off site parking showed up right away, and when we got there I went in to pay, (with my trusty coupon that my brother (the attorney!!!)suggested)and everything was going great. Until I overheard a woman on the phone crying that her car had been stolen out of the lot. Man, that ain't worth $8 a day! Now, she was no longer at the counter, or talking to anyone at the parking lot so I assume I missed most of the drama. The Police came right about then. All I could think was if this was me, I would walk around the ENTIRE lot just to make sure no one had moved the car. I would check hotel parking, too This lot is on site of a hotel). The sad thing is I doubt the cops will really investigate this, but I would check all the employees. This lot has a guy in a booth you have to pass as you enter/leave. He opens his window and yells "EZ WAY?" you say yes and he waves you on. No reciept needed, no token, nothing. To get in there is a lif gate, but he opened it right away for the shuttle driver so access onto the lot is not that hard. (If you don't work there you need to take a ticket and then the gate opens. You don't do anything with that ticket, it just opens the gate) This could totally be an inside job. Drive the car off the lot, and return the keys. This is Newark. I'm sure there is SOMEWHERE you can get a set of keys made. I feel really bad for this woman. Here you think you parked all safe and secure and BOOM!!! Car's gone. It was a brand new truck. Things went smoothly for us, and we went home.
The kids were happy to see us, and now it's back to real life.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Regards From The Chilly Midwest
MBB and I are in cold Minnesota for a wedding of a cousin. We're here for the weekend, which should be nice, it's great seeing all the different cousins, espescially since so many of them live no-where near us.
So to all our loyal followers we just wanted to say hi. I love to feel important by going into the hotel business center! Though this is the only night we'll be in the hotel, after this we're being put up in the suburbs to participate in the festivities, so it's a little harder to get internet access. Espescially as a stay-home Mom, it's hard to explain WHY I would need to use the internet on a friday afternoon/saturday night/sunday morning. Perhaps I'll use "printing my boarding pass" as a guise under which I could access the internet. I'm a very busy woman. I need to run my blog, check the local paper, and my e-mail.
My Grandmother and many of her kind (german)were very, very into mail. Like "when is it coming" and "is it here yet?" and "I can't stay at your house too long because I need my mail." I think I have become this. Not envelopes and mailboxes, but e-mail. And what do I get already? If I wasn't on various mailing lists my inbox would stay empty for days! Just knowing though, that it's possible that there's good mail in there makes me need to check.
And no, I am not getting a blackberry, or any device of its kind. I don't need Gap to let me know about it's spring collection when I'm in Walmart.
I gotta go get dressed. It's a little hard to explain why you're late to a wedding when your commute consists of an elevator ride to the lobby.
So to all our loyal followers we just wanted to say hi. I love to feel important by going into the hotel business center! Though this is the only night we'll be in the hotel, after this we're being put up in the suburbs to participate in the festivities, so it's a little harder to get internet access. Espescially as a stay-home Mom, it's hard to explain WHY I would need to use the internet on a friday afternoon/saturday night/sunday morning. Perhaps I'll use "printing my boarding pass" as a guise under which I could access the internet. I'm a very busy woman. I need to run my blog, check the local paper, and my e-mail.
My Grandmother and many of her kind (german)were very, very into mail. Like "when is it coming" and "is it here yet?" and "I can't stay at your house too long because I need my mail." I think I have become this. Not envelopes and mailboxes, but e-mail. And what do I get already? If I wasn't on various mailing lists my inbox would stay empty for days! Just knowing though, that it's possible that there's good mail in there makes me need to check.
And no, I am not getting a blackberry, or any device of its kind. I don't need Gap to let me know about it's spring collection when I'm in Walmart.
I gotta go get dressed. It's a little hard to explain why you're late to a wedding when your commute consists of an elevator ride to the lobby.
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