Monday, March 29, 2010

Elmo Obsessed

On Saturday while we were up north visiting a car dealer we stopped at a local gem.  It's called Jungle Jim's and is an amazing grocery store.  Words can't explain it.  Any food item you could ever possibly need, they sell.  We were picking up a few bottles of wine from their amazing selection and this nice guy walked up and asked if we needed help.  I asked him to get us a box (cause we never buy less than a case). 

So this guy.  He's got light red hair and freckles.  And an Australian accent.  He looks something similar to a guy I dated in high school who also mowed my parents lawn and my mom compared to Eddie Haskell.

He starts talking to Cannon and Cannon looks him right in the eye, points at him, and says 'Elmo!'  And again. 

Is it possible that he loves Elmo so much that someone with red hair reminds him of his furry friend?

The Best part?  Sesame Street Live is coming to town soon!

Sunday, March 28, 2010

The Short and the Drama of it

I will spare the gory details.  I won't complain about all the time we'll never get back that we've spent at car dealers.

Here's the Clif's Notes catch up on the car buying situation.  Went to another dealer (to see the guy hip to the bargaining jive) and he matched the deal from the other dealer and found a buyer for our Pathfinder.  We walked over 1K$ and figured we'd call him and make the deal.  For the hell of it, called the other dealer (the one we test drove the Odyssey from last weekend) and they beat their other deal to beat the other dealer. 

 And, miraculously they found a buyer for the Pathfinder.  Yep, the same Pathfinder they wouldn't look at last weekend (I did vacuum out the goldfish...).  It's a Christmas miracle.  So we thought we were set.  The color we want wasn't on the lot, of course.  So, they promised us one on the truck that's coming in the next week.  Super.  Done and done.  This brings us to today. 

Oh, no you didn't.

Dan went to write a check and fill out paperwork this afternoon.  That's right, WRITE A CHECK (read: pay money for a car).  Ron (the guy we've been dealing with) was off today and the guy working in his stead told Dan the deal was only for an Odyssey on the lot.  Ugly green Odyssey on the lot.  No thank you.  He got home frustrated and angry and I exploded.  What follows is an email I sent to the dealership's general sales manager and entire internet team.

If someone who worked for me treated you the way my husband was treated at your dealership today, I would want to know. If ever a 'bait and switch' was pulled at your dealership, this was it.


Here's some background for you. I test drove an Odyssey last weekend and really liked it. After negotiating and visiting a few other dealerships my husband spoke with Ron on your Internet team yesterday afternoon. Ron found a buyer for our Pathfinder and we negotiated a price for the Odyssey. Ron told my husband that because you didn't have a Bali Blue Odyssey on your lot that he would mark the one coming in at the beginning of the month sold and we would by that one. Sounded perfect.

My husband (Dan Best) went in today to speak with one of Ron's colleagues on the Internet team and finalize the deal. Let me be very clear. We had every intention of writing you a check TODAY for the Odyssey. Upon speaking with either Bud or Dave, my husband was told that the deal was only for one of the Odysseys on your lot. This was not what Dan and Ron had discussed yesterday.

We are extremely disappointed and to be quite honest, believe we were lied to. This process should not be a headache. What part of our experience at your dealership says that you want our business? To say that the quality of customer service at your dealership is poor is an understatement.

I'll look forward to hearing from you with your plans to right this wrong.
 
Phone call, less than an hour later.  It's Ron.  Oh Ron.  It's a good thing the first thing he did was apoligize because I was close to going apoplectic on him.  Ron made an executive decision when he was talking to Dan yesterday.  Ron is not an executive.  Ron is in trouble because executives got my email (which I may or may not have included my work email address on as well).  Ron is honoring the deal and we'll have the color we want within the week. 
 
I will drive this minivan into the ground to avoid having to do this again.  Ok, we all know that's not true.  But I have decided that car dealers are without question the slimiest, conniving, lying, awful group of 'professionals' out there.  They are all exactly the same.  The reason they wouldn't honor the deal when Dan was in there today is clearly because they wanted to force him into buying the one on the lot.  Sorry suckers,  you messed with the wrong group.  Pushovers we are not.
 
I'm done.  I promise.  We are getting a brand new minivan.  Who would have ever thought I'd be excited about a new minivan? 
 
The Best part?  Righting a wrong.  AND even though it's a minivan, it'll still have that new car smell!!!

Friday, March 26, 2010

NOT Your Babysitter

So, I don't know where spring went but we woke up this morning to ice on the back deck and temps in the 30's.  Two days ago we had the windows and doors open. 

I'm fighting a headcold and slept terribly last night so I took Cannon to my last resort play place this morning.  Yep, the mall.  They have this kids play area with a couple slides and these cushy, germy, probably dirty things to play on.  Here's the thing.  When I take Cannon I follow him around, I help him climb on things, I tell him to wait for the kids to get off the slide before he goes down and I make sure he climbs up the stairs and not the slide. 

I am the minority.  Parents read books.  They talk on their cell phones.  They do everything but watch their kids.  Their much older kids who jump from the frog to the slide and who run up the slide while my toddler is trying to muster the courage to go down all by himself.

The mall playground is not your babysitter.  No playground is for that matter.  If you want to not have to watch your kids, hire a sitter.  Because the next time your four year old knocks down my 18 month old, you'll hear about it.

The Best part?  Spring is coming back tomorrow.  :)

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

What do I Have to do to Get You in This Bed, Today?

In May Dan and I will be married five years.  Is there a more romantic anniversary gift than a king sized mattress?  I think not.  We're too big for our queen.  Or we're restless sleepers (read: we are restless sleepers).  Or maybe I'm hoping the snoring will be quieter if he's farther away.  Anyway.

I digress.

Now am I not only fielding daily phone calls from car dealers (thanks to getting quotes from every dealer in a 50 mile radius) (headed to the guy who knows a guy who is hip to the bargaining jive on Saturday) but I'm getting to know our local mattress salesmen.  They're the same only the mattress guys make less commission.  They'll throw in the frame (equivalent of window shades in the minivan) and the delivery (side panels on the mv) and they'll go to their backroom to check with the 'banker' to see if they can make a sale.  They even suggested that they would take 5% off the price if we picked it up and took it home ourselves.  Yes, to my face they said that.  To. my. face.  Without laughing.  I laughed.

Here's the deal.  I can drop the cash for a mattress much faster than for the car.  So, tomorrow I will go lay on one more test mattress that Dan liked and we'll buy one.  In two weeks we'll have a new sleep haven.  Here's hoping we'll have a new minivan too.  Oh, and we get to test drive the new mattress for 60 days.  Got to test drive a car before you buy it right? 

The Best part?  We don't have to do any of this again for years.  I hope.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Backoff Bunny, Back. Off.

Santa went swimmingly.   And last year, the Easter Bunny went hoppingly.


This year at the annual 'school' Easter Egg hunt, he was hip to the weirdness of the big plastic eyes (not sparkly blue like Santa's) and the strange fuzzy suit.  Despite the fact that it was his teacher (who he LOVES) in the suit and we even had her talk to him, he was having none of it.




This is as close as he (we) got.



Oh well.  He liked looking for eggs! 

Flashback:





The Best part?  At least he likes the egg hunting :)

Is there a worse profession?

So, we drove the Odyssey this weekend.  It's nice.  Sportier than the Sienna but has most of the toys and is considerably less than the Sienna. 







So, I go back today (sans Dan, which may have sadly been the problem).  I'm talking to this young guy on the internet team (internet prices are SO much better than sticker!) and I told him that I'd like him to come down about 2K.  He says and I quote 'it's probably not worth talking anymore, we're wasting time'.  Really? 

Have you ever seen the SNL Weekend Update skit, "Really?!?!?".  Here goes...

Really Honda sales guy?  Really?  I come to you with a number 2K less than you gave me and you roll your eyes?  Really?  Is that how they taught you to bargain at Devry?  Really?  Did it not cross your mind that maybe we could meet in the middle?  Really?  Is it really 10 days from the end of the month and you're sitting on nearly a dozen Odysseys?  Really?  I was going to buy one today, really.  Really?  You're going to show me the 'numbers' and show me that you will make close to 5K on the sale of this car and you won't come down at all?  Really?  When you call me in a week when the end of the month comes, I won't answer and will take my business elsewhere.  Really.

Thanks for the test drive.

Who wants to sell a car?  Bring it.

The Best part?  Got a friend who knows a guy who knows a guy who is hip to the bargaining jive.  Really.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Halle Freakin' Lujah...

Hope I'm not getting ahead of myself.  But, I think spring might have finally arrived.  It's about damn time.  This winter felt long, cold, and gray.  Seeing green is a wonderful thing.  Plus now we have the whole outdoors to explore!












The Best part?  My photography skills may... just may be getting better. :) Practice makes perfect!

I'm wearing purple... pinch me.

Everyone's Irish today.  I am Irish everyday, well Scotch Irish.  To be honest, I have no idea how much that differentiates me from a real Irish person.  I'll Google it later.

Cannon is wearing an orange shirt today.  It does have a green polo horse on it though.  The custodian at the gym said that doesn't count.  He'll get over it.

So the real purpose of the post is to share (something I'm sure everyone's read before) my favorite Irish blessing.  I considered having it painted around the top of Cannon's nursery.  Still think it's a good idea.

May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rain fall soft upon your fields. 
And until we meet again
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

Which got me thinking about my favorite wedding toast.  Given with a box of salt.

It's hard to keep a house without salt.  It adds flavor and taste to just about every dish.
But if you run out of toothpaste, you can brush with a mixture of soda and salt because of salt's cleansing qualities.
If you develop a sore throat, you can gargle with salt because of it's healing properties.
If you're hungry, you can cure a ham or other meat with salt because of it's perserving qualities.
You can use the salt to melt the ice that builds up in the winter cold; salt can also be used to put out fires that flare up.
So if you'll to the marriate the qualities found in salt-- the cleansing quality, the healing quality, the preserving quality--
If you use it to enhance the flavor of your life together; to melt the ice that will build up and put out the fires that will occassionally flare up between you; and of course, if you take everything with a grain of it, you will have a long and happy life together.


Which got me thinking about my favorite nursery rhyme.  Kidding.

The Best part?  The pinching.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Run Forrest... or Walk...

So, I may have mentioned before, I am walking in a half marathon in May with one of my best friends.  I got an email today that it's 66 days away.  Well, shit.  I was totally on the bandwagon in the beginning and have fallen off.  I desperately need to get back on or 13.1 is going to kick my ass.

Here's hoping typing it on here will hold me to it.

The Best part?  It'll feel great once it's over!

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Building The Brand

Did you know there are 23 million mommy bloggers (this according to an NYT article my mom sent me)?  I would venture to guess I am number 22,945,321.  I would also venture to guess that approximatly 90% of thsoe mommy bloggers drives a minivan.  I too will jump on that band wagon.  Next up the Odyssey.  Full report next week.

We had a terrific weekend.  Enjoyed the Greatest Show on Earth, had friends over last night and I am still wearing my pajamas (it's 9 at night, these are last nght's pajamas).  My bulbs are blooming outside and Cannon's getting molars.  He's also got a wicked stomach virus.  Pretty good chance we'll be home tomorrow.

In random news a fellow blogger and myself have finally convinced a real life friend of mine to start blogging.  That would make her number 23,000,001.  Check her out. 

The Best part?  It was light until nearly 8 tonight!

Pardon the Mess

You know when you try on 15 different outfits before you find one that works?  Well that's what I'm doing.  Only with banners and backgrounds.  Enjoy the mistaken identity for a bit.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Not Your Mom's Minivan

I remember well when my mom bought her first (and only) minivan.  It was a 1990 Chevy Lumina and looked like a dustbuster.  See below.  Hers was this color too. 


Thankfully, times have changed.



We spent the weekend driving the new 2011 Toyota Sienna.  As I explained before it's a good thing I never said 'never'.  The Sienna is amazing.  I have always said that if I'm going to drive a minivan it's got to be cool on the inside to make up for coolness points lost on the outside.  Touchscreen navigation, widescreen dvd player, amazing technology, phenomenal handling.  It's basically a luxury car on the inside and a minivan on the outside.  It has no keys it locks when you touch the handle.  Power doors, backup camera.  If it's possible to fall for a minivan, I have fallen.




Despite their best efforts we didn't buy it today.  Until the dealership decides it's worth eating the rest of our lease payments, we will sit tight.  We'll even test drive some others, just to make sure.  But, I'm ready.  It makes drives to St. Louis, Erie and anywhere else seem SO easy.  I'm sold.

The Best part?  Walking away from a dealership, making them wait.

Friday, March 5, 2010

Come out come out... wherever you are...

My mom used to say 'I've lost my natural charm' (a lot).  I have lost my natural charm. 

I just dragged the dog in the house from the furthest corner of the back yard where he was digging in the flower bed for who knows what.  Why not just let him continue to be a dog?  Well.  1) fear of what he will pull out of there. 2) my carpet.  3) just the simple fact that he wasn't coming in when I called him.  Oh natural charm?  Where are you...?

We are dogsitting a puppy.  I am not coping well.  So much so that we're passing the duties off to the owner's cousin.  Something about cleaning another dog's pee and poop off your carpet for three days will ruin your attitude and strip you of your charm.  Natural charm?  Please come back.

Mexican tonight with the girls.  Just what I needed.  Maybe I'll find the charm in the bottom of a margarita glass, or a basket of chips. 

OR maybe I'll find it test driving a 2011 Sienna for the weekend.  Doubtful.

The Best part?  I've got my wit back :)

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Just say No

When I was a kid we used to walk (ok, fine, got to carry the banner--my mom was an organizer) in the "Say No to Drugs" walk in Tampa.  I have never had a problem saying no to drugs.  I do have a problem saying no to people of late.

Tomorrow I'm sitting on a panel of 'media experts' as the only television broadcaster (cause I'm the only sucker who said yes) for a PR 101 class.  I've done it before, they asked me to do it again.  I said yes.  I know it's good exposure and I enjoy it when I'm there.  But, somehow the three weekdays I have off seem jam packed.  I should have said no. 

What irritates me more about it is that I emailed the 'friend' (she is not really a friend) who asked me to do it to see what time I should be there (last time I sat around for an hour and I don't want to do that this time) and her response was "You need to be there no later than 8:45".   No please, no thank you, no pleasantries at all.  Again, I don't work for you.  I am doing you a favor.  Please have the common courtesy to use courteous language.  I wonder if she reads the blog.  Hope so.

Alas, I'm sure I'll enjoy it while I'm there, right now I just don't like not having my Thursday morning.

The Best part?  If that's the worst part of my week, I've got it good.