Monthly Archives: June 2011

Maybe I should have a category called Bank of America

Didn’t receive the letter from Bank of America so I went to consumerist.com and found some names (needs to be updated.) Ended up calling the Executive Customer Service number. I didn’t have to press a million buttons and I reached a live person right away.

The rep said she understood why I was so upset and would look into it but the first thing “we have to do is get you the reference note.” So she is sending it Fedex overnight. I have a tracking number and I think as soon as I finish this I will check it to see if it is real.

Still I am not happy with Bank of America. If I get the letter tomorrow I’ll be sure and report back and I will also keep the executive customer relations number handy and use that any time I have a reason to call. Lucky them.

I have a Chase credit card and twice over the many years that I’ve had it I didn’t receive a bill. Their customer service is totally useless. They refused to credit the late charge and even went as far as saying, “You pay your bill on time and we don’t make any money off of you. I can’t reverse the late charge.” Yes, it’s true someone really said that to me but first I was told that it wasn’t their problem I should take it up with the post office. I had to call the executive office to get the charge taken off. Actually I called to let them know why I didn’t want to do business with Chase Bank and the person I spoke with at the executive office was not happy and immediately reversed charges and apologized. I still have the card but I don’t use it anymore. I should probably cancel it.

Anybody have a bank they like doing business with? I’m open for suggestions!

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A Big Head and Other Fine Highlights of the Day

I called Drew yesterday morning. I was in the city and was hoping to catch him before he left for work. I called him at home with my iphone. Click, click, click, click . . . I put in my secret password and made the call. The answering machine picked up. I didn’t leave a message.

Took a quick walk on the High Line with Hannah. It was way too hot. Ended up sitting in a coffeehouse drinking iced tea to cool off. Hannah had an iced cappuccino and an arugula salad. Met Pam and Jan there. Jan wanted to see the big head in Madison Square Park so we took a walk over to the east side.

A big head, a comfy bed, a cute pup -- a fine time was had by us.

It was a big head . . . a really big white head — in the middle of the park. Took a cab to Pam and Jan’s room on Restaurant Row — The French Quarter. Cute room, tiny, but most importantly it was air-conditioned. Hot day. We told Rachel to meet us at the restaurant at 5:00. Phone call at 4:00: A shrieking Rachel, “I’m locked out of my apartment. I wanted to take a quick nap before dinner.” “Where are your keys?” says me. “Probably on the kitchen counter.” Ahh, a Rachel moment.

Hey, did I tell you about Hannah’s “Rachel moment”? Sunday night we are parked outside of Hannah’s apartment. The car is packed with her luggage and an air conditioner. She looks for her keys and can’t find them. They are in Merrick in her bag in her room.We are in the city. Luckily we found her roommates, unloaded the car, put the air conditioner in the window, and took Hannah home with us. (Sibling side story.)

Dinner at Sosa Borella on 50th and 8th Ave. — still good. And, as usual, Rachel was late. Why on earth she decided to take a taxi in the height of rush hour — from East Village — I’ll never know. And she’s surprised when it takes forever! We had already finished a carafe of sangria and all the appetizers by time she sat down.

Pam and Jan left for the ballet at 7:00 and we sat while Rachel slowly nibbled at her food and ordered another sangria. Afterwards, Hannah went uptown and Rachel and I took a cab going down. I jumped out of the cab at 8:06 and made the 8:08 LIRR. Drew picked me up and I walked in the door and checked the home phone messages. The first message was long and just a bunch of psycho babble. What the hell was it? Who does this? Could this be a butt call?  “That sounds like you,” says my drew to me. And — you know  what — it did sound like me — and it went on and on and on. It was me. Gotta learn how to use my phone. I keep forgetting to END my phone calls.

Still waiting for the original copy of the Bank of America reference letter I requested almost a month ago.

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I Can Track Hannah’s Flight Wherever I Am

This is great. All day, wherever I am I can track Hannah and Sam’s journey back from Istanbul. Right now they are somewhere between London and New York sitting in First Class. Wonder if I can use my iphone to type my blog? The space bar on this computer is driving me crazy.

So how smart is this phone anyway? Is it smart enough to screen my incoming texts and respond to them appropriately? Let’s start with a list of mommy responses:

Yay!  — truueeee –what do you want me to do about it? — ginger, lemon, and honey tea — ? — kk — idk — pick up the phone and call — did u get a receipt? — look in the oven — call me — take a Tylenol — no, I’m not in the city . . . I could probably get a pretty good list together. I think mommies all over the world would like this feature.

So who is writing these yahoo news articles? Today another blurb caught my eye:

Peter Falk, TV’s rumpled Columbo, has died

. . . Somehow fittingly, Falk — the perfect choice to play Columbo — failed to be the first choice. Instead, the role was offered to easygoing crooner Bing Crosby. Fortunately, he passed.

Did he say “fortunately?” OMG, so how does Bing’s family feel about this? Fortunately?

Ah, I better check Hannah’s flight status . . . click, click, click, click: Flight is early by 14 minutes. While I’m at it better check my email, and, hmmm, the weather — Tomorrow will be much warmer than today.

Yay!

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“You’re a little off today,”

HE says this morning after biting into a bit of undercooked egg white. Just one bite mind you — HE doesn’t like yucky egg whites.  I offered to toss his undercooked eggs in the trash and cook up a new batch but HE said no. It’s not a big deal. But then HE took a bite of the other egg and, yet again, a bit of yucky egg white. If it wasn’t a big deal I don’t know why HE had to even mention it twice. HE ate every bit of food on his plate. I think I even saw him licking the plate when I turned to pour a cup of coffee.

I was distraught. I try very hard to make the perfect eggs every time. It’s hard for ME because I can only eat cremated eggs. Anything less and my stomach is a mess for the day. But this isn’t about the eggs. It’s about something more serious than a bunch of cooked ovum. It’s about my world.

“Yes, I feel a bit off this morning,” ME says. And I know why. My world has shifted. I have an iphone and all of a sudden life is different. Now when I get a one word text message that answered a question I asked 5 hours ago, I no longer have to go back to the sent text screen to find out what I asked earlier. I’ve downloaded a bunch of apps already. I can’t wait to use my Kayak flight status app tomorrow to check Hannah’s flight. I can check my email all day long, make a reservation on Open Table, look up a recipe on Cook’s Illustrated, and read a book anywhere, any time!

Of course now I need more friends. My iphone is sitting across the table from me and it is so silent.

My life is changing. I don’t have to go home to check my email. I can do it on the street, in a store, even in a park!

Ah, what’s that sound outside? It’s the mailman –Gotta run!

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Momma Gadda Iphone

This was, like, one of the biggest decisions I’ve had to make in a long long time! To buy or not to buy an iphone. It’s not like I won’t use it. It’s just that it is going to mean I have to send an extra $25 plus tax to AT&T every month. When I told Drew that was my main issue he said, “Forget it, it’s not worth it!” So here I am –setting up my iphone. Bought a nice thin case and the AppleCare Protection plan too.

I’ve already sent one text, made two phone calls, and tried to sign on to my wireless network but I can’t seem to get the password right. Now it is asking me to set up my voicemail and I am following directions. I put in a password, I started recording a message and it is not working. Earlier I tried signing in to iTunes and couldn’t remember my Apple password. Finally figured it out and every step I take is more confusing than the next. But I am getting there!

I have to register the phone but I can’t get that plastic wrapping off the package. I’m sure this will get easier. I know it will. I know it will. Did I mention that my space bar is not working (sporadically) on my computer?

Called Rachel for some iphone advice. I now have a few very important free apps — Yelp, WxQuickie, Droid Light, and Kick Lite.  The Compass is already on the phone. Now I have to rearrange my home page and continue the search for more apps. I connected both of my Gmail accounts to my phone and I finally typed in the correct password for the house wi-fi. It’s not that I didn’t know the password, it’s just that my fingers are too fat .

Phone’s ringing. Wow look at the time. It’s Drew, “Hey babe, do you want me to . . . ”  He was offering to pick up dinner because he thought I would be busy with my new toy. Awwwwww, how sweet!  Cooked dinner and set up my voicemail. I am woman, hear me roar!

Weather report: Tomorrow will be about the same temperature as today. Yay, gotta love it!

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I Just Love This

I know its old news but I just need to get this out of my system. Here’s an excerpt of an article I read on yahoo.com Thursday morning.

Cars set on fire in Vancouver following loss

Angry, drunken fans ran wild Wednesday night after the Vancouver Canucks’ 4-0 loss to Boston in Game 7 of the Stanley Cup finals . . .

Later, looters smashed windows and ran inside department stores. The Bay became a target, with windows smashed to allow looters to get to the expensive Coach and Burberry purses. Merchandise went flying into the street.

Women rampaged through the main floor makeup department, tossing each other products and squealing in delight.

Angry drunken fans? Did all this really happen in Vancouver? We’re talking Vancouver, BC. Is this the same city that we visited last year where people would walk up to us when we were looking at a map and say, “Do you need help?” So many friendly happy smiley faces. Wait, am I getting them confused with the Seattle crew? Maybe, must be a west coast thing. Don’t remember being around so many friendly happy smiley faces
when I was living in San Francisco. Could they be happier now or was it the crowd I hung out with. Well, not really a crowd. I don’t think I ever really hung out with a crowd. One, two, maybe three at the most.

And “squealing in delight?” Who is writing this stuff? I could see this happening in Vancouver. But what an image I have stuck in my head . . .  friendly happy smiley squealing faces, oh my!

Eh, done for today. Maybe I’ll actually have something interesting to write about tomorrow – or not!

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I Need To Be Fed With Eggs

said Drew this morning:

Grade A, Cage Free with Harissa

Mmmmmmmmmm

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