Marek "when I was a little boy... Long ago..."
Meagan ~ via blogpress on my iPhone :)
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Friday, January 20, 2012
Hammacher Schlemmer- the definition of awesome!
Hammacher Schlemmer is awesome. Five years ago I purchased an IRobot Roomba from Hammacher Schlemmer. When purchased through this company, the Roomba has a lifetime warranty.
Recently we had issues with the battery not charging and we were receiving a battery error. After troubleshooting with I robot customer support it was determined that we needed a new battery.Initially we called Hammacher Schlemmer and were told they would be able to replace the battery for free. After several weeks of waiting the battery did not arrive as it was expected. I called the company back and was told that they had discovered they did not have any more batteries to send us for replacement. I was initially upset because they have not called to notify me of the problem. But after just a moment on the phone they notified me that instead of purchasing a new battery they would replace the entire rumba for free. I didn't even have to pay to ship the Roomba back to them!
they e-mailed me a prepaid UPS shipping label, I packaged the old Roomba in a box and sent it back to them at no expense... and in two weeks received a brand-new Roomba. I would highly suggest looking at Hammacher Schlemmer for any of your electronics purchases. This lifetime warranty is amazing and is something that you do not find from very many companies these days.
The cherry on top was the fact that in addition to a brand-new Roomba I got a credit of $21.25 posted to my credit card! Why you ask? Simply because the rumba was now $21 less than it had been four years ago and they refunded my money! Simply amazing and there was no arguing, no stress, very simple very efficient & extremely pleasant customer service.
Thank You Hammacher Schlemmer!!!
Meagan ~ via blogpress on my iPhone :)
Recently we had issues with the battery not charging and we were receiving a battery error. After troubleshooting with I robot customer support it was determined that we needed a new battery.Initially we called Hammacher Schlemmer and were told they would be able to replace the battery for free. After several weeks of waiting the battery did not arrive as it was expected. I called the company back and was told that they had discovered they did not have any more batteries to send us for replacement. I was initially upset because they have not called to notify me of the problem. But after just a moment on the phone they notified me that instead of purchasing a new battery they would replace the entire rumba for free. I didn't even have to pay to ship the Roomba back to them!
they e-mailed me a prepaid UPS shipping label, I packaged the old Roomba in a box and sent it back to them at no expense... and in two weeks received a brand-new Roomba. I would highly suggest looking at Hammacher Schlemmer for any of your electronics purchases. This lifetime warranty is amazing and is something that you do not find from very many companies these days.
The cherry on top was the fact that in addition to a brand-new Roomba I got a credit of $21.25 posted to my credit card! Why you ask? Simply because the rumba was now $21 less than it had been four years ago and they refunded my money! Simply amazing and there was no arguing, no stress, very simple very efficient & extremely pleasant customer service.
Thank You Hammacher Schlemmer!!!
Meagan ~ via blogpress on my iPhone :)
Friday, January 13, 2012
Kidspeak -just breathe
Ardyn, In the van:
"I'm holding my breath till we get to Grandma's house."
Meagan ~ via blogpress on my iPhone :)
"I'm holding my breath till we get to Grandma's house."
Meagan ~ via blogpress on my iPhone :)
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Kidspeak: Beard
Marek, while walking through the snowy windy Parkin lot to the pediatric ophthalmologist
"When my birthday comes (March 31st) I am gonna grow a beard."
Very matter of fact, like he has been pondering it and really thought through his timing. He will be "big" and 3 after all....
Meagan ~ via blogpress on my iPhone :)
"When my birthday comes (March 31st) I am gonna grow a beard."
Very matter of fact, like he has been pondering it and really thought through his timing. He will be "big" and 3 after all....
Meagan ~ via blogpress on my iPhone :)
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Let It Snow!
We make our own window decorations. We hand cut snowflakes and other seasonal items, or use our cricut. Then I laminate them (so they last longer and aren't affected by condensation in the winter) and we use double sided scotch brand poster tape to affix them to mirrors and windows. These snowflakes are in their third year on our windows now. Some of them are two layers of paper in blue and white. Nice dimension :) the kids love to hang them and make them!
Meagan ~ via blogpress on my iPhone :)
Tuesday, January 03, 2012
That pretentious guy at the library
Oh how I love the library. And oh how I love the people at the library. Usually. Tonight when I arrive there is this "guy" sitting at the table next to me and he is talking to another guy and they are openly and pretentiously discussing Arabs, Genocide, etc. *sigh* All I wanted was a quiet night. To surf the web, upload some photos, design a belated holiday card, and sit in peace. But my neighbors are Mr. Know It All and Mr. Know It All Better-Than-You.
I try to ignore them and then happily get to my card design when the MrKIA (standing) declares that he will let MrKIABTU "get back to it" as though he is most likely researching the cure for cancer with his headphones on over there. *sigh*
Next up I see a cute girl with a cool camera coming around and talking to people and taking photos. Of course, curious. She comes to me next. She's with the News Tribune and wants to ask me a question. Would that be okay? Sure. Neat. Then she asks "What Living American would make the best United States President and why." I see MrKIABTU (who is NOW talking on his cell phone in the library???) glance sideways and immediately I do not want to answer. I am NOT politically involved or motivated. I vote. I try to make the best decision that I can with my limited knowledge. In the end I make what seems to be a gut decision. I either like them, or I don't. But this huge, open ended question. Seriously? Living American? As president? I know what I want to answer. But I don't want to answer it. Somehow telling everyone reading the newspaper seems sort of invasive. Especially with MrKIABTU is watching and obviously listening now since he has REMOVED HIS EARBUDS. I tell her that I don't think I can answer the question. I tell her that it is too broad and that I can't possibly know all Americans suited for president. In the end, I tell her how I really feel, with MrKIABTU looking on with an air of superiority and a sickening gleam in his eyes that says he is DYING to have her come ask him next. I can tell that the reporter can feel it too as she doesn't want to even ASK him but at this point she may have decided it would be rude not to ask. Maybe she won't publish him :) Or me for that matter.
I told her that I would choose Barack Obama. I told her that he may not be the best suited American for president but that he is best suited for me. I explain that he is the first presidential candidate in my lifetime that I have identified with, that I trust. I tell her that I believe him and that I see him fighting for families and what he feels is best for families, and that is what is most important to me. I don't tell her that his diverse background and ethnicity is a huge bonus that should not be overlooked, and that we need more diversity in this country and in our government in general. And I see the MrKIATBU chomping at the bit. When she finally asks, he looks at her as though the answer is OBVIOUS and that it is UN-arguably Ron Paul. I almost snicker out loud when I hear her say "WHO?!" Oh my. Snicker. Snicker. When she asks why, he proceeds to tell her (with this look and air about him that oozes confidence as though he knows Ron personally and can guarantee his success) Ron Paul will Restore this country to it's constitutional correctness. Immediately I know that this guy, this MrKIABTU is THAT GUY. I kept feeling badly that I was so harshly judging him without knowing a thing about him. I kept telling myself that I am rude and insensitive and uneducated and that I have no business thinking things about people next to me in the library.
I feel better now. :) I don't care who you like for president. That's your business and everyone has a different thing they are looking for in a candidate. But it's how you present them that makes you a jackass.
I don't know anything about him, but when a good looking girl keeps coming over to him asking him homework questions and he keeps alternately correcting her and attempting to flirt with her, I just want to smack him. Why oh why can't I like him. this guy at the library? Oh well. I like lots of people at the library.
I try to ignore them and then happily get to my card design when the MrKIA (standing) declares that he will let MrKIABTU "get back to it" as though he is most likely researching the cure for cancer with his headphones on over there. *sigh*
Next up I see a cute girl with a cool camera coming around and talking to people and taking photos. Of course, curious. She comes to me next. She's with the News Tribune and wants to ask me a question. Would that be okay? Sure. Neat. Then she asks "What Living American would make the best United States President and why." I see MrKIABTU (who is NOW talking on his cell phone in the library???) glance sideways and immediately I do not want to answer. I am NOT politically involved or motivated. I vote. I try to make the best decision that I can with my limited knowledge. In the end I make what seems to be a gut decision. I either like them, or I don't. But this huge, open ended question. Seriously? Living American? As president? I know what I want to answer. But I don't want to answer it. Somehow telling everyone reading the newspaper seems sort of invasive. Especially with MrKIABTU is watching and obviously listening now since he has REMOVED HIS EARBUDS. I tell her that I don't think I can answer the question. I tell her that it is too broad and that I can't possibly know all Americans suited for president. In the end, I tell her how I really feel, with MrKIABTU looking on with an air of superiority and a sickening gleam in his eyes that says he is DYING to have her come ask him next. I can tell that the reporter can feel it too as she doesn't want to even ASK him but at this point she may have decided it would be rude not to ask. Maybe she won't publish him :) Or me for that matter.
I told her that I would choose Barack Obama. I told her that he may not be the best suited American for president but that he is best suited for me. I explain that he is the first presidential candidate in my lifetime that I have identified with, that I trust. I tell her that I believe him and that I see him fighting for families and what he feels is best for families, and that is what is most important to me. I don't tell her that his diverse background and ethnicity is a huge bonus that should not be overlooked, and that we need more diversity in this country and in our government in general. And I see the MrKIATBU chomping at the bit. When she finally asks, he looks at her as though the answer is OBVIOUS and that it is UN-arguably Ron Paul. I almost snicker out loud when I hear her say "WHO?!" Oh my. Snicker. Snicker. When she asks why, he proceeds to tell her (with this look and air about him that oozes confidence as though he knows Ron personally and can guarantee his success) Ron Paul will Restore this country to it's constitutional correctness. Immediately I know that this guy, this MrKIABTU is THAT GUY. I kept feeling badly that I was so harshly judging him without knowing a thing about him. I kept telling myself that I am rude and insensitive and uneducated and that I have no business thinking things about people next to me in the library.
I feel better now. :) I don't care who you like for president. That's your business and everyone has a different thing they are looking for in a candidate. But it's how you present them that makes you a jackass.
I don't know anything about him, but when a good looking girl keeps coming over to him asking him homework questions and he keeps alternately correcting her and attempting to flirt with her, I just want to smack him. Why oh why can't I like him. this guy at the library? Oh well. I like lots of people at the library.
Monday, January 02, 2012
Kidspeak "switch heads"
Marek to Ardyn- "when we grow up we can switch heads. I'll be sissy and you be Marek."
Marek to Mommy- "Mommy cut my head off."
Meagan ~ via blogpress on my iPhone :)
Marek to Mommy- "Mommy cut my head off."
Meagan ~ via blogpress on my iPhone :)
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