Friday, July 31, 2009
Posted by BossyMommy at 12:21 PM
Monday, July 27, 2009
BYU sent me to Chicago for an alumni event on Friday night and it was a smashing success! I got to meet a lot of really fun and interesting people.
all work and no play makes Jacey stupid for not taking advantage of a free trip to Chicago!
Jon drove from Omaha and we hit the town!
We got lots of great suggestions for things to do while in the city, but when you've only got one day, it's impossible to see and do everything there is to be seen and done in the windy city.
ALSO...I was under very strict instruction to NOT...I repeat...NOT plan anything. I have a tendency to over-plan, according to SOME people from Nebraska, so I swore an oath not to Google anything "Chicago" prior to this trip. I'm happy to report that I kept my promise and held planner Jacey's head under water until our weekend was over. And we still had fun! And I didn't even die!
We walked all the way to the end of Navy Pier out to Lake Michigan. Caught some "interesting" entertainment. But not that interesting. Not that entertaining, either. But who cares? We were in Chicago!
Gosh, the city has some wonderful views, does it not?
We're on the underside of a large fountain near the river. That's water cascading down behind us.
Here's that fountain from the outside. Along with another great view. Did I mention the great views in Chicago?
Would you like fries with those baby browns?
Also, we ate Double Stuf Oreos and lots of them...with milk, of course. What's that got to do with Chicago? Absolutely nothing. We just like to eat Double Stuf Oreos. Do we need a reason?
Posted by BossyMommy at 1:06 PM
Sunday, July 19, 2009
I went to the car wash yesterday. I wasn’t hurting anyone. I was minding my own business. I only wanted my minivan cleaned, nothing more. I sat patiently while the work was done, sipping my diet soda and thumbing happily through the pages of a waiting area magazine, when “she” walked in.
You know who “she” is. You’ve been accosted by her at some point, either in the grocery store aisle, the line at the bank, or maybe even in the hushed lobby of a doctor’s office. She’s the one yammering into the air and making eye contact with, well, no one. You wonder to which of the forty people in the room she might be speaking. Nobody seems to be engaging her. You even wonder if she is talking to you. Then you see it, the tiny bud in her ear and the itty bitty hot pink phone in her hand. She’s chatting away with someone possibly hundreds of miles away. Not only is she not addressing anyone in the vicinity, she is tactlessly unaware that you or any of those other unfortunate people are even in the room. Nor does she care, for that matter. It gets better. When she was born, doctors discovered that she was missing a vital body part. That’s right; she was born without an indoor voice box. She’s loud. She’s boorish. And she “needed” to make a phone call. Right then. It couldn’t wait. The guy on the other end needed to know immediately that she wasn’t really up to much of anything.
I want more laws for people like her. Here in Utah, we already have cell phone laws in place, like the one that prohibits texting while driving. We all know this is a matter of public safety. Likewise, men and women with certain medical conditions-like the absence of an indoor voice box-should have their phone usage closely governed. This, too, is a matter of public safety. Yesterday, for example, as I sat with the other increasingly irked patrons in that small waiting area listening to one side-the LOUD side-of a totally unnecessary conversation, it was all I could do to keep from calmly walking over to her and making that bud a permanent part of her ear canal. My new law idea could prevent such an incident. Purchasing a cell phone shouldn’t be any easier than buying a gun these days, especially if you’re going to use your phone as a weapon for crimes against humanity. I want medical records queried and background checks performed before any store clerk carelessly hands over one more cell phone to a member of the general public.
Where did the manufacturers come up with the Bluetooth® moniker, anyway? Wouldn’t “BlackEye” or “PurpleShins” be a more fitting name for this device, since that is what many of us wish to administer to its users when we encounter them in public places? And speaking of manufacturers, they could do us all a favor by turning back the technological clock a few years. I recall the infancy stages of the cell phone, when they were all hand-held and the size and weight of a cinder block. I say we revisit the good old days of cumbersome phone designs and make it highly inconvenient for this woman and her minions to annoy us in our car washes.
Would it have been too much to ask of her to simply take her conversation-and her outdoor voice-outside? Of course, when I say “outside,” I mean Wyoming…or Canada.
I probably sound bitter…and intolerant…and slightly disposed to violence. Perhaps. But this isn’t about me. I’m not the bad guy here. I just wanted my car washed. After all, texting and driving in a filthy car can be extremely distracting. Safety first. That’s my motto.
Posted by BossyMommy at 11:57 AM
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Before I continue, I'd like to take a moment to point out that, when we weren't trudging over mountain trails, THIS is the sweet ride we used to get around in all weekend. I think Jon would smile if I shared with you the fact that I mistook it for a Mustang at first. We rode around for about an hour before I realized I was in a Camaro. Oopsie. I'm a girl. Sorry.
Ok, back to business. Here's the photo log:
This is a view from what I THOUGHT was the top of the trail, the END of the hike. Jon had news for me. "Oh, look, there's more trail over here!" growl...
I think we spent approximately 3 minutes at this lookout point. Did I mention cold? And wet? And windy?
In summary: between two hikes in 24 hours' time, one comedy club, one Star Trek movie (yeah, that's right, I saw a Star Trek movie. There's only one person on the planet who could get me to do that), two family get togethers, lots of driving around in a SUPER hot car that is definitely NOT a Mustang, a healthy dose of sleep deprivation, and one bout with an energy drink-induced tummy ache from hell, I believe I speak for us both when I say the weekend was a success.
Love you, Jon. Thanks for another great time.
Posted by BossyMommy at 9:29 AM
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Posted by BossyMommy at 8:55 PM