Saying Goodbye to an Old Friend
Back in September of 2000, I had just finished pouring an entirely unreasonable amount of money into the worst car I had ever owned, a 1994 Mercury Sable. Despite feeding it a steady diet...
Category: Life
A Sunday morning exchange
Me: Can I still wear my polka dot dress even though I'm not pregnant? Jesse: I don't see why not. I've seen non-pregnant women wearing polka dots plenty. Me: I was wondering if I...
Getting Customer Satisfaction With Twitter
One of the few shortcomings of my phone has been an inability to send MMS messages, an odd thing for a phone with pretty much every feature known to man. It's not been much...
A Shopper Bites Back, Redux: The Letter From Visa
Visa followed-up today with a letter regarding my complaint against Saturn of Salt Lake attempting to require ID. The short version? I'm in the right and they're going to follow-up on the complaint. Click...
A Shopper Bites Back (or, Thanks, Consumerist, for giving me a consumer backbone)
As I've previously mentioned, I'm pretty sick and tired of being asked to show ID whenever I try to use a credit card for purchases. Not only does it do nothing to protect either...
The Calm Before the Storm
It's been a while since we've posted anything around here. We're really down to the wire on the whole baby thing. Shauna is scheduled for a C-section on Wednesday and we (and by we,...
Caving In to Social Pressure 2.0
I've finally caved into social pressure and decided to fully embrace Web 2.0. Last night, I signed up for a Facebook account. I went whole-hog tonight by signing up for Digg and Twitter, resurrecting...
ID This (or, Know Your Credit Card Rights)
If you’ve used a credit or debit card in the recent past, you’ve probably been asked to show ID with your purchase. I find this additional step to be somewhat inconvenient and recently discovered...
Victory Against the Chickens
Just a small note to indicate that the war on the chickens is over… and I won. I walked past that house the other day and noticed that the chicken coop is entirely gone....
Thirty years
I've had trouble with birthdays the last few years. Every year since I turned twenty-four, it's been harder and harder. The momentum I created of freaking out about birthdays got so bad that I've...