tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79832102009-02-20T22:01:42.127-05:00Dear Diary,Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427noreply@blogger.comBlogger134125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-1147042180315152952006-05-07T18:46:00.000-04:002006-05-07T18:49:40.326-04:00Cinco de Mayo ...Friday (Cinco de Mayo) my coworkers and I decided to order lunch from Baja Fresh! We love Baja Fresh. Baja Fresh is wonderful. Here is my tale ...<br /><br />Placed the order at 11:45 am<br />They told me to be there at 12:00 pm<br />Got there and waited in the pick up line for 25 f*in minutes, while the walk in-line has 2 registers and 1 was empty…<br /><br />The people in front of me ordered at 10:30am and said they would be there at 12 :00 pm and they didn’t get helped till like 12:20 and theirs wasn’t even halfway done when they told them they would pick it up at 12...arghhh<br /><br />It was my turn, I gave my number (45) to a lady who said ok and walked to the end of the counter and stood there doing nothing at all, not even looking for my order ... so another lady came and asked the guy behind me his number and I jumped in and was like NO WAIT and he apologizd and the other lady was like.. "I thought you were being helped" and I said "yeah I thought so too by that lady over there who didn’t do anything so no I’m not being helped" .. so they went to look and came back and she was like it’s almost done and I freaked out<br /><br />I was like.. you told me to be here in 15 minutes and I’m picking up salads and 2 tacos and they’re not ready.. they said how it’s cinco de mayo and I was like.. I don’t care.. don’t tell ppl to be here at a certain time if the food wont be ready and they kept saying stuff that I couldn’t understand so said do I get anything for free and they laughed and I said I’m serious I have been here for 25 min and my food is not ready.<br /><br />I got my food... drove back to work .... the end<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-114704218031515295?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-1140497185211373682006-02-20T23:40:00.000-05:002006-02-20T23:46:25.223-05:00The big clean-up<span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>This weekend I got some energy... more like a lot of energy. On Saturday night, my previous plans were cancelled so I decided to stay in and just relax...my relaxing turned into a sudden burst of uncontrolable energy in the form of CLEANING.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Juli's old bedroom had become the storage room. The place to just throw everything. Yes there's a couch in there and a tv in there...but with the recent death of the PS2, no tv has been watched in that room. To sum this up.. that room had shit thrown everywhere; you couldn't even walk in it.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>I stepped in the room with a lot of garbage bags, swiffers, windex, dust rags, every cleaning supply known to man and cleaned the hell out of that room! IT IS CLEAN. You can actually sit on the couch, watch tv, hang out, do whatever you want in that room.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>My "energy boost" turned into an all out cleanfest...I cleaned the kitchen, bedroom, bathroom. I kept cleaning and organizing. I went through closets and everything.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Sunday morning I woke up and thought of what I should do and as I was thinking I started to clean the shower and bathtub....I mean I scrubbed and bleached and just made it shine.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Now I'm sitting in the one room I didn't clean and NO I'm not going to clean it tonight, but maybe after the gym tomorrow!</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-114049718521137368?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-1137387001933131512006-01-15T23:44:00.000-05:002006-01-15T23:50:31.530-05:00I need some memory pills ...<strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">So I just want to thank everyone for wishing me a happy birthday and for celebrating with me! Where shall I begin...<br /><br />Last weekend Aimee, Doug, LJ, Fred & I went to A.C. and got crazy! We met up with my friend Jill and her man Dave for all of about 10 minutes, and then we continued to party! The only way to sum up that weekend is: Trashing the room, Jaeger Shots, Window diving, Craziness!<br /><br />Last night a bunch of us went out to celebrate Me & Marie's birthdays! Doug was out with us, and since his birthday is in January also - we celebrated his also! Last night was also crazy! I actually can't remember the last part of the night, so if anyone wants to fill me in, I would greatly appreciate it! I do want to thank Gabe for coming out and bringing all his friends! I also want to mention that Me & Jaeger will not become a habit. lol<br /><br />Happy early birthday Marie - I hope you had as much fun last night as I did ...Or as I can remember. </span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-113738700193313151?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-1135737500505798132005-12-27T21:33:00.000-05:002005-12-27T21:38:20.516-05:00Super Fast<span style="color:#ff0000;">Ok, how fast was Christmas this year? No, seriously? I feel like it just crept up on us all and then sped away. It's totally over with - totally gone! All that time decorating and cooking and shopping and waiting in lines and fighting for parking spots and ... it's gone. Now we get to deal with paying the bills, exchanges, returns, waiting in lines to use gift certificates, etc. Catch my drift?</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#339999;">Well, after saying all that I just wanted to let you know that I had a very nice Christmas. It was nice and I got to spend it with my family and friends and that's what'a most important.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Now onto New Years!</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><em>Other news: Brooke had Tess Marian Powell on 12/22/05 at 2:15 pm weighing 8 lbs 9 oz and 21" long. Mommy and Baby are doing great! Daddy is doing great also! I will post pictures soon!</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-113573750050579813?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-1135525684070000912005-12-25T10:47:00.000-05:002005-12-25T10:48:04.086-05:00Holidays!<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">Merry Christmas</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">&</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">Happy Holidays!</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-113552568407000091?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-1134156267419846852005-12-09T14:14:00.000-05:002005-12-09T14:24:27.430-05:00What's up there.....Snowman?<span style="color:#3333ff;">So it snowed again. Today the snow didn't bother me as much since my office called me to tell me not to come in because we would be closed. Here is my morning:</span><br /><br /><u>5:45 am</u> - wake up, shower, do my hair, makeup, begin to get dressed when...<br /><u>6:30 am</u> - phone rings<br /><u>6:30:30 am</u> -<br /><br /><ul><li><span style="color:#993399;">"Lynn, good morning it's Harvey. Do you have off today"?</span></li><li><span style="color:#993399;">"Nope"</span></li><li><span style="color:#993399;">"Well you have off now! We're not opening the office so call your people"</span></li></ul><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>That was a nice surprise!</strong></span><br /><br />So all I have done today is... Sleep, watch both Jerry Springer's, play on the computer, cleaned off my car and went to A&P, made lunch, gonna watch a movie and maybe wrap some presents! Woooohoooo<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#6666cc;">whatelsecanitellyou....</span></em><br /><br />Work sucks without Brooke there. I mean, I do like the other people I work with but it sucks when I want to immediately turn to my left and make a face or complain or just chat and there's only an empty chair..Boo<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#6666cc;">I'mstallingcanyoutell...</span></em><br /><br />I know I still have to post pictures from Juli's wedding and other events and I promise you that <strong>I WILL VERY SOON!</strong><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">Ok, I don't want to type anymore....Comments please :) </span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-113415626741984685?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-1133200160487050932005-11-28T12:37:00.000-05:002005-11-28T12:49:20.556-05:00Catch-Up<em>Ok, I have a lot to fill you all in on. Where oh where to start</em>.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><u>Juli & Sean</u></strong> were married on Nov. 19th in Long Island. It was so beautiful and a lot of fun. I will def. post pictures soon. It was a little chilly out, but all that drinking and dancing warmed us up. lol</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em>Highlight - me catching the bouquet. Why is this the highlight you ask? I was in my football stance, I jumped - knocked it in the air and when it fell I hip-checked a 7 yr old out of my way to get it!</em></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong><u>Nicole, Steve & kids</u></strong> moved the day after the wedding. That was hard for me. I kept putting off saying goodbye till the very last minute and when the time came, I was hysterical. I know I will see them again, but I like being able to call them and just go there whenever I want to... now I'll have to fly.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#333300;"><u><strong>Turkey Day</strong></u> - was a lot of fun and filling! T & I went to my parents early afternoon and tried not to eat a lot because at 4 we went to Gina's and ate a lot there! I lovejust hanging out with family and friends and eating and drinking. So much fun. And nothings more fun than playing with silly Danny!</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong><u>This weekend</u></strong> - I went to Crobar with LJ, Scott, Greg, Doug, Dan, etc... Lots of fun! LOTS OF FUN! We had a table and lots of alcohol. We didnt' actually get inside till about 2:15, the first time I looked at the time was 5:45 and I couldn't believe I was still up and out. My friend LJ is the best and helped us out a lot and all my other friends rule too!</span><br /><br /><em>My last news is..</em><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">MARIE AND BOOG ARE OFFICIALLY ENGAGED!</span></strong></div><span style="color:#6633ff;">Yes, they have been for about 1-2 months but he proposed to her again on Turkey Day and got on one knee and asked her as he handed her her giant rock! It's so pretty! Congrats to them!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-113320016048705093?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-1132376285087668552005-11-18T23:51:00.000-05:002005-11-18T23:58:05.100-05:00Tomorrow!! and Sunday :(<span style="font-family:verdana;">It is currently 11:51 pm and tomorrow morning I have to be up at 6:am to start me day for JULI'S WEDDING! I can't believe it's already here! I am very excited!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Jules - I love you and congratulations! Tomorrow is going to be so beautiful and a lot of fun!!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"><em>Now onto Sunday....</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Nicole and her family are moving to Florida and I'm really sad about this. I am going to miss them so much! - they have become part of me and T's family, and us apart of theirs.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"><strong>I'm going to miss my 9 yr. old boyfriend who will always tell me "I'm not your boyfriend Lynn".</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"><strong>I'm going to miss my 2 yr. old godson who is one of the silliest kids I've ever meant!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"><strong>I'm going to miss showing Steve my toe, and Shrek 2, hanging out, and always have a good time!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"><strong>and mostly I'm going to miss Nicole - who I only met 5 yrs. ago and she has grown to be one of my best friends ever!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ok, no more cause I'm about to cry tears of happiness for Jules and sadness for my friends leaving!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em>I'll post after the wedding and I'll def. have pictures up!</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-113237628508766855?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-1131413648883769572005-11-07T20:20:00.000-05:002005-11-20T15:06:53.816-05:00Diner<span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">As you may be aware I have been sick</span></strong> <em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;">(if you weren't aware then read my last blog)</span></em>. Well I am finally entering the early stages of feeling. And by <span style="color:#990000;">"entering the early stages"</span> I mean.. I now have phlegm in my throat and my head is clogged and my nose looks like I could be the next Rudolph. Well, I haven't really eaten since Wednesday <em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;">(by eaten I mean more than soup or a salad)</span></em> so I decided I better start putting some food back in my tummy.<br /><br />Tony and I went to the diner up the street. Whenever we go there I get the same thing and the reasons I get the same thing is:</span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><strong>(1.) It tastes really good (2.) It's still low-carb (3.) I love it.<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>I get the Turkey and cheese pita with zucchini sticks!<br /></strong></span><br />So we go to the diner, sit at the table, open the <strong>NEW</strong> menus and <strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#009900;">POOF</span></strong>.. It's not there anymore. I searched the menu like 4 times and made Tony search it and it was definitely taken off... So I had to settle for eggs and bacon and I didn't eat the bacon and the eggs were eh...But I guess it was good that I got that since I didn't really eat and I still have no taste buds and I probably wouldn't have eaten my turkey pita if they did have it.<br /><br />The moral of my story is... <strong>THERE IS NONE!!</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>I JUST WANT MY APPETITE BACK AND I WANT TO BE ABLE TO TASTE, EAT, SMELL AND HEAR AGAIN! </strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-113141364888376957?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-1131157856966411232005-11-04T21:23:00.000-05:002005-11-04T21:30:56.980-05:00I've been sickLast Friday Tony started to not feel so good and by the time Sunday came he was a sick mess. On Monday I woke up feeling like crap, so I took a half day and we both went to the doctor. We both have Upper Resp. Infections - except I really don't think that's what I had.<br /><br />Anyway, Tuesday came and I stayed home from work. Wednesday came and I went back to work and Brooke was now out sick. I started to feel better and was really happy since Thursday night I was going to the NIN concert with FLOOR SEATS (actually standing...there are no seats on the floor).<br /><br />Thursday morning I woke up at about 5:00am and puked my brains out. I also felt like complete crap. I had to go to work because as you all know, Thursday is deadline day. Brooke did not go to work because she was still sick and being pregnant and being sick together probably isn't much fun. So I went to work. Suffered all morning. Gave away my NIN ticket because there was no way in hell I would have been able to stand through the concert and enjoy myself. My body hurt, my head hurt, I had no appetite at all, my ears-head-throat, etc. everything hurt. So, I went home.<br /><br />I had a fever and it pretty much lasted all night. I felt absolutly horrible.<br /><br />Today I stayed home from work and so did Brooke. I am starting to feel a little better, but still not really all that good. What the hell? I'm telling you, I think I have/had the flu. I haven't really eaten anything since Wednesday. I've been living on water and tylenol and pretty much on the couch.<br /><br />Tomorrow I am going to Long Island for my 2nd fitting for Juli's wedding and I just want to wake up and feel OK. I'm not asking for perfect, I just want ok.<br /><br />That's all. Everyone send get well msgs. my way please!<br /><br />Thanks!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-113115785696641123?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-1130381298964558922005-10-26T22:47:00.000-04:002005-10-26T22:48:18.976-04:00Outback BrawlOk, it really wasn't a brawl, but here is a short story of my night.<br /><br />Me & Gina went to Outback to pick up dinner and bring to her house for everyone. We pulled to the curb and fat-man was parked in the middle (btwn curb and parked cars). Another car pulled behind us and also waited for their food. Another car came and tried to get around us but couldn't cause fat-man was still in the way - and so began the honking - which led to the honking man to get out of his car - which led to him yelling at fat-man who started to yell at Gina - who yelled back at fat-man and honking man - which led to us pulling up a little bit and having no idea how he managed to get around us.<br /><br />THEN more honking began - which led to fat-mans wife pointing and yelling at Gina - which led to Gina calling the lady a bitchfacewhore and to tell her fat psycho husband to move his car - which led to some other people getting out of there cars (oh yeah, other people = the line of cars trying to get in to Outback) - which led to more yelling from everyone and finger pointing - which led to a lady getting out of her car asking Gina to move and having Gina tell the lady to please look at fat-man who was clearly in the way - which led to Gina actually saying "Tell the psycho fat-man to move his truck, he is crazy" - which led to lady yelling at fat-man and saying "she's calling you crazy, you're calling her crazy" - which led to Outback bringing out our food and asking us to move up - which we did, and that did nothing cause we weren't the problem - which finally led to us paying and Gina telling Outback man she felt threatened and wanted to call the cops and having Outback man looking totally scared I laughed so he knew she was kidding.<br /><br />Oh, what was I doing all this... LAUGHING MY ASS OFF!<br /><br />I can't wait to have dinner over there again! Love you G*<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-113038129896455892?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-1129775689265305392005-10-19T22:20:00.000-04:002005-10-19T22:34:49.296-04:00Tonight I was in hell.....If you were to ask me to describe what I though Hell is, I would describe the Verizon store on Rt. 4 in Paramus. Let me explain...<br /><br />I got a new phone on Saturday. After weeks of my cell sending text msgs to various people, and voicemails not showing up till days later, I decided to buy a new one. I got my phone, was really excited. Downloaded my rings, sent and received pictures, talked on instant messenger; I pretty much enjoyed the excitement of having a new phone.<br /><br />After work I stopped at my parents and hung out with my aunt and mom and dad. I then put a bunch of stuff in my car and left. As I got home I put my cell in my front pocket and loaded up with things to bring in. I got in the house, put everything down and took my phone out of the pocket. The front screen was now just a bright light. <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">I freaked!</span></strong> I shut the phone on and off, took out the battery, re-formatted my display, did everything and then broke down and called customer service. After a 15 minute chat she told me I would need to bring my phone to Verizon and a technician would look at it. I asked how long this would take and she said could be 10 minutes, could be a couple of hours. I asked what else I needed to bring and she said "Just the phone". "I don't need to bring my receipts of the box" I asked, "No, they will have your information in the system and they do not need the box".<br /><br />Tony & I headed to Verizon. I went in, stood in line for 10 minutes....Side story<br />Man behind me: Are you having problems with that phone?<br />Me: Yes<br />MBM: What problems are you having?<br />Me: (I explain to him what happened and then) Do you have this phone too?<br />MBM: My girlfriend does and she has a problem with speaker phone, everytime she calls me it echoes, blahblahblahitunedhimoutblahblahblah...Hey, can you call me?<br />Me: Huh<br />MBM: I want to see if it has the same problem with your phone<br />Me: (yes the dumbass I am called him)<br />and the remainder was... It didn't happen with my phone. His gf showed up, all was well. Tony reminded me how this weirdo now how my number.<br /><br />another side note. He was there for her phone which is the same as mine. Someone else was there picking up their phone from being fixed - same one as mine.<br /><br />Ok, back to my story. So basically. The girl takes my phone, sees it's broke, says I can get a new one and then they ask...."Did you bring the box". Of course I didn't cause bitchfaceverizonlady said I didn't. BUT I did bring my receipt, which they also needed. Sooooooo... Tony and I drove back home and got the f*in box and went back to Verizon and waited in line and was helped and after about 15 minutes the lady says a loud "oops" Well, apparently as she was finishing up with me she hit a button and cleared the entire entry and had to start over.<br /><br />I got my phone, they redid my address book for free....I get a refund on my rings... I LOST all my picture - <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">YES BROOKE, I LOST THE PICTURE</span></strong>!<br /><br />Oh yeah, when she was giving me my completed address book....Someone else was picking up their phone - which also had a speaker problem - and...It was the same phone as mine.<br /><br />I ask...How can a phone which is like 1 month new have this many problems. I should have kept my old crappy one!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-112977568926530539?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-1129507303104750482005-10-16T19:51:00.000-04:002005-10-16T20:01:43.146-04:00Catch-Up<span style="font-family:arial;">I haven't blogged in a few so I figured I would and I would catch you all up on what's going on in the <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>World of Lynn</em></strong></span>.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">On Thursday I went to see <strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">My Chemical Romance</span></strong> with <em>Marie, Jay & Jaimie</em>. <strong>It was a lot of fun</strong>. There was a lot of younger people there. Young concert attendees who would scream like they were being murdered. They would do this in each others faces. It was pretty damn annoying. At one point I decided to scream like I was being murdered and .... <strong>Boy did that feel good!</strong> It really did! Ha. Anyway, the concert was fun, we met up with Fredwood and all enjoyed 40 oz more of beer for only a quarter more (yeah...Beers were 7.00-7.25)</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Friday night I went to the <strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Weezer/Foo Fighters</span></strong> concert with <em>Tony, Jay & Jaimie</em>. Me & Tones seats were really good! We were lower tier facing the stage and during Weezer, he came out and sang accoustic closer to our section and during Foo - Dave Grohle (spl?) came out and jammed closer to our section.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">The concert was AWESOME</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">!<br /></span></strong></span><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Dave G said something funny, that I wanted to share with you. He asked how many ppl bought the new album. The he said, or did you download it and steal it. The he says<em><span style="color:#33cc00;">.."This is how I look at it. I don't have any weed and my friends have a joint....Yeah, I'll probably take a few hits off that joint"</span></em>. I thought that was great! lol</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Today -<strong> I am sick!</strong> Last night I started to feel crappy and today I woke up close to death. I have to get better because I have a wedding this week and I can not miss work. I have been doing nothing but eating soup, drinking water, taking meds and sleeping.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I am now going to go back to the couch and continue to lay there and pretend to watch football. Send me get well wishes! Thanks!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-112950730310475048?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-1128986335024728572005-10-10T19:11:00.000-04:002005-10-10T19:18:55.030-04:00Traffic<span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;">This past Saturday was Juli's Bridal Shower. Since Nicole & I are in the bridal party we were to get there early to help setup and get things ready for the party. The party was in Long Island. We had to be there by 11:30 and the party started at 1:00.<br /><br />At 10:00 am we were on the road, which is very amazing since when you put Nicole & I together one of us is always late (usually her ... lol ). It was a rainy day but that didn't mess up our trip.<br /><br />It was about 10:30 and according to our directions without traffic we should arrive in about 10 minutes. I turned to Nicole and said "wow, we hit no traffic". Nicole turned to me and said "I see traffic ahead".<br /><br />And then we sat. And sat. And sat some more. And watched some people get out of their cars in the rain, and watched the fire truck go by and the 5th cop car pass and then we sat some more. We became a big fan of 1010 wins. And we would listen to the same traffic update "Over turned tractor trailer on the Van Wyck near Jules Street. Entire highway closed." Lucky us. We were 1 exit away from Jules Street. And so..... We remained seated.<br /><br />After a million calls to Juli & her sisters we started to move. The opened the left lane, the lane we were in. We made it through and then heard on the news that they closed the highway again.<br /><br />We walked into the party at 12:55pm. Yes 5 minutes before it started. Good thing this wasn't a surprise bridal shower! </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-112898633502472857?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-1128480435173995272005-10-04T22:46:00.000-04:002005-10-04T22:47:15.176-04:00I'm sorry...I haven't blogged in a while. I have been really busy. I will blog again soon ... maybe tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow will be fine! Till then ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-112848043517399527?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-1127696337059492102005-09-25T20:46:00.000-04:002005-09-26T12:25:13.733-04:00Atlantic City.. Part Deux<p>Instead of writing a ridiculously long blog about my Atlantic City trip #2 with Allison, I figured it would be easier to just sum it up, day by day.<br /><br />Please feel free to ask as many questions as needed. I will try to give a little description if I feel it's needed.<br /><br /><u><strong>Thursday</strong></u><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">* car</span>= a lot of fun, baby, music, entertainment<br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">*100,000 miles</span> = call Brooke<br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">*Burlesque show</span> = being the youngest 2 girls there (everyone was seriously 60+) and having a creepy man who stared at us the entire time and would occasionally lick his lips as he continued to stare<br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">*Clutch</span> = surprise 2 tickets from John ... not being able to open our eyes ... watching Clutch on the couch upstairs!<br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">*1:57 am</span> = waking Allison up (haha, she passed out) and giving Fred & John their sign.<br /><br /><u><strong>Friday</strong></u><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">*Morning</span>-6pm = room service, Mr. & Mrs. Smith, party-goods, baby, L's, fun times!<br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">*Dinner</span> = Joe Perry bringing out my quesidillas..haha<br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">*Halogeneration</span> = John & Fred's band...backstage/vip passes, Allison being the bands photographer for the night, walking in on dirty girls dry-humping, watching Ill Nino from upstairs private room, not being able to function and open our eyes, texting Patrick, whores whores whores!<br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">*After party</span> = Foundation Room (denied), dropkicking whores, going to Worship for 2 beers and then making our way to the Spirit Bar<br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">*Spirit Bar</span> = drinking the <strong>BIGGEST BEER IN AMERICA</strong> (Fred had 1 too), watching girls make out and one of their boyfriends freak out a little, got drunk with Allison and others, Allison's girl punch, more texting to Patrick ...<br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">*After the Bar</span> = room service, marinara on the bed, shut the fuck up and give me a muffin, gropers, Fred do you smoke?, Austin Powers, madness<br /></p><p><u><strong>Saturday<br /></strong></u><span style="color:#6600cc;">*Morning</span> = muffin throwing, wrestling, destroying the room,<br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">*check out</span> = continuing with the craziness, fighting for the shower, chaos<br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">*Time to go</span> = meeting for lunch, re-cap of our nights, Foundation Room tour, driving John to his haunted house</p><p>There you have it! I would like to state that Allison is an awesome person to go away with and hang out with (she didn't bribe me to say that at all). I have some silly pictures, but not as many as the last time. I will post them soon! </p><p>Here's to Atlantic City Trip #3!!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-112769633705949210?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-1127324454394789212005-09-21T13:40:00.000-04:002005-09-21T13:40:54.400-04:00Bach. Party WeekendThis weekend was Juli’s bachelorette party weekend! We had a lot of fun. We went to Hershey for the weekend and on Saturday we did some girly things, went to dinner and went to Harrisburg and hit up the bars. The on Sunday we went to Hershey Park and had a lot of fun and of course came back to our suite for some more drinking.<br /><br />Because this weekend was very entertaining I will give you a top 5 list of things that happened to me this weekend!<br /><br />Please enjoy.<br /><br />5. Thought I spoke to Allison when I was wasted (but I didn’t) and then got really upset that she hung up on me (again – she didn’t)<br /><br />4. Skipped the first roller coaster because I was way to hung over and that would have ruined everyone on the ride’s good time.<br /><br />3. Danced on the bar and got beads (no there was no flashing involved)<br /><br />2. Puked my brains out on the highway outside of the cab on our way back to our suite<br /><br />1. Tried to climb the wall of the bar because I thought I was a rock climber (please note I was actually climbing door handles/hardware that was on the wall of the bar)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-112732445439478921?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-1126575912414683042005-09-12T21:27:00.000-04:002005-09-12T21:45:12.440-04:00My Perfect Day<span style="font-family:verdana;">So, it was 5pm and the end of a horrible Monday at work...I got in my car and took off for 287. I sat in complete silence and thought about the bad day I had. I got on the turnpike and gave a quiet whisper of a thank god there's no traffic. I started my commute to the gym.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">When I got a little more than halfway home my cell rang. It was Juli. This was our conversation</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;">Juli: So, what else is going on?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">Me: Nothing, why?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;">Juli: No reason.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">Me: Are you still at work or on your way home?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Juli: I'm ...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#993399;">Me:</span> <em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">(rudely interrupting Juli)</span></em> <span style="color:#993399;">Juli, hang on there's a cop behind me</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"><em>I move from the fast lane into the middle lane and notice that he follows me and then the lights go on. I look down at the phone and close it shut.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I am now pulled over on the tnpk cursing in my head of how I didn't think my day would get any worse, yet it has.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Cop: Officer Idontgiveacrapiwanttogiveyouaticket NJ State Police, license, registration, insurance ...Do you know why I pulled you over?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">Me: For speeding <em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">(my eyes are now starting to swell and all I can think is.. I do not cry! I do not cry in front of a cop)</span></em>...Now my eyes are tearing</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Cop: Are you ok?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">Me: Yeah, this just ended my perfect day I was having <em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">(sarcastic, yet sad - remember my eyes were all teary)</span></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Cop: Do you have any points on your license?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">Me: No <span style="color:#cc33cc;">(sniff sniff)</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The cop is now at his car and I get to sit there and watch the thousands of cars SPEED on by. My car shakes every now and then. I look back to see if the cop notices all the others flying by. About 10 minutes goes by ...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Cop: I pulled you over for doing 80 in a 55. Because your license is clean I am giving you a $50.00 fine for obstructed view. There is no points for this.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">Me: Thank You</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Cop: I am also giving you a written warning</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">Me: <em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">(chuckling in my head and thinking... I thought this was fake, this isn't real? A written warning??)</span></em> Thank You</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;">Cop: Please be careful and obey the speed. Have a good day.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">Me: Thank You</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">So, the moral of this story is... Even if you're a strong girl, it pays to shed some tears every now and then!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">:-)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-112657591241468304?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-1126143164683121112005-09-07T21:25:00.000-04:002005-09-07T21:32:44.690-04:00BoredWell, it's Wednesday night and <span style="color:#3333ff;">I'm bored!</span> What better to do than <span style="color:#3366ff;">blog while you're bored!!</span><br /><br />I have just realized that my next 3 months are going to be super busy for me! And within those 3 months I have 2 weddings, 1 wedding shower, 1 baby shower, 2 bachelorette parties, adventures in AC and watching as a good friend moves away.<br /><br /><em>Normally my life is dull and boring and boring and dull...ok, it's not really that bad - I just normally have a weekend to just sit and relax!!</em><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Here is my September schedule (yep, I'm killing more time)</span></strong></div><br /><strong>Sept. 10th weekend</strong> - Pig Roast & cleaning out mom & dads patio (since I moved out 5 yrs ago and still have stuff in there)<br /><br /><strong>Sept. 17th weekend</strong> - Juli's Bachelorette Party Weekend!<br /><br /><strong>Sept. 23rd weekend</strong> - Atlantic City with Allison ... bitches!!<br /><br /><strong>Sept. 30th weekend</strong> - possible concert/possible nothing.<br /><br />If you would like to hang out with me at all, I suggest you pick Sept. 30th weekend.<br /><br />Ok, this post was dull. Bye!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-112614316468312111?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-1125958843968997912005-09-05T18:05:00.000-04:002005-09-05T18:20:43.976-04:00Best time EVER!On Saturday <strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Allison, Aimee and I went to Atlantic City to see The Used, 30 Seconds to Mars</span></strong> ... concert! <em><span style="color:#3366ff;">(who doesn't want to see Jared Leto and Bert on the same night?!)</span> </em> We stayed at the Showboat and the concert was at the House of Blues. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>We had a KICK ASS TIME!</strong></span><br /><br />Where should I begin?!? We checked in our room, walked through the casino <em><span style="color:#3366ff;">(searching for soda)</span></em> and within minutes we were in a parade! <em><span style="color:#3366ff;">(you think I'm kidding!?!)</span></em>. We then met up with John <em><span style="color:#3366ff;">(Allison's friend)</span></em> and went to the vending machine to get soda for our cockatils! <span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>WE HIT THE JACKPOT</strong></span><em>...at the vending machine since it would not accept quarters, but was more than happy to give all change in quarters.</em><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">We got to the room and began to drink!</span></strong> We drank the entire bottle of Vodka. As we waited for Fred <em><span style="color:#3366ff;">(another one of Allison's friends)</span></em> <strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">we thought it best that we continue drinking!</span></strong> I heard a noise in the hallway and got excited that Fred was here, but it was only the <span style="color:#993399;"><strong>china-men</strong></span> next door....at that moment I had to call Brooke and tell her.<br /><br />Since <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">John & Fred are amazing</span></strong> and work for H.O.B. they told us what times the bands we wanted to see went on. We got to the show <span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>(completely drunk)</em></span> and they took us to the <strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">right stage v.i.p. room</span></strong>! We watched the show from up there and it was amazing!<br /><br />After the show we thought the best thing to do would be to go back up to the room, order room service and get ready to go back out....which we did, and <strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">we drank A LOT more</span></strong>!<br /><br />We met up with some other people; <strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Johnny was Allison's "gift"</span></strong>. We do not know where he came from, but he had the biggest smile and was a lot of fun. <strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">We went to the H.O.B. club and partied our asses off!</span></strong><br /><br />The night was so long and so much fun, I can't even begin to type out every single thing that happened...all I know is <span style="color:#993399;"><strong>Allison & I are going back in 3 weeks and we're ready to party!!</strong></span><br /><br />At about 6ish I stumbled back to the room with John <em><span style="color:#3366ff;">(after losting in roulette)</span></em> and I did not want to sleep. But, because of all the beer and fun, we all passed out <em><span style="color:#3366ff;">(except Allison for a little bit cause she can out party us all!!)</span></em><br /><br />I had so much fun!! Go check out my pictures and be sure to leave comments!<br /><strong>Thanks bitches!</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-112595884396899791?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-1125332561393850712005-08-29T12:03:00.000-04:002005-08-29T12:22:41.433-04:00Near DeathSo, yesterday Tony and I almost died!<br /><br />You think I’m kidding… well here is my story.<br /><br />Let me give you some background info first.<br /><br />My parents took their Chrysler to A.C. on Friday. On Saturday they were suppose to drive from A.C. to Wildwood to meet up with some friends. On Friday I get home from the gym and have a msg. from my dad saying that there was an emergency and I need to call him. After panicking about what kind of emergency there was, I called to find out the emergency involved their car.<br /><br />On their way to A.C. the <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>check engine</strong></span> light came on. The pulled over and waited a little while, Then they preceded on their way. When they reached their destination they called their mechanic and took the car to a mechanic who both said that they should not drive to Wildwood, and that they should drive it home slowly when they were ready to leave. If the <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>check engine</strong></span> light began to flash, they should get out of the car and not drive it anymore.<br /><br />My parents came home early on Saturday and called to tell me that they arrived and that the <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>check engine</strong></span> light went off when they pulled in front of the house.<br /><br />Why do I need to know so much about their car you ask? Well on Monday my dad was going to take my car to be <span style="color:#3366ff;"><em>serviced</em></span> and I was to use their car.<br /><br />So yesterday morning we <span style="color:#009900;"><em>switched</em></span> cars. Tony and I went food shopping and we were about 5 blocks from our house when a <span style="color:#6633ff;"><em>horrible smell</em></span> that I never smelt before was in the car. All of a sudden Tony yelled for us to get out of the car. I looked at him and <strong>smoke was filling up the car</strong>. We got out of the car and waited on the side of the road. A man came outside to see if we were ok.<br /><br />We then decided it was ok to drive to our house. We got it to our house, had it towed to my parents mechanic and survived death!<br /><br />As far as right now, all I know was that the top of the <span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>battery was melted</strong></span>.<br /><br />The End!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-112533256139385071?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-1124209956405304732005-08-16T12:23:00.000-04:002005-08-16T12:32:36.413-04:00It's in the mail ...<span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;">This is the 2nd time I had to type this because Blooger Sucks sometimes!</span><br /><br /><em>Anyways, I will try to have it as humorous as the first time it was typed out.</em><br /><br />Yesterday I learned that <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">someone I know has a mail order bride</span></strong>.<br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;">No need to whipe off your computer monitor, you read that correctly.</span><br /><br />This has been speculated for quite some time, but yesterday, thanks to Linda & Jeff, it has become a proven fact. They overheard him tell someone how he "<strong>purchased</strong>" his wife.<br /><br />Last night I told Tony about this new fact! Tony's response was "<strong>good for him</strong>". I looked at him puzzled and then he said "<strong>he can beat her if he wants to</strong>".<br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;">please note that Tony does not condone female beatings of any kind.</span></em><br /><br />He then followed this up with "<strong>If he owns her he can do whatever he wants, she is his property</strong>"<br /><br />Tony has made a great point. I own my Honda. If I want to I can drive that baby off a cliff.<br /><br />If anyone has a Buy a Bride catalog, I would love to see a copy. I want to see the vast choices of a wife these catalogs have to offer. I want to see what kind of woman is that desperate to come to America that she would give up all her rights.<br /><br />This discovery does explain a lot of the phone calls I have overheard over the past few months. Calls like "Shut the hell up you stupid piece of $hit" and the "what the hell do you know, you can barely speak and understand English" there's also the "Why must you always bother me, you're nothing but a no good bitch" and my all time favorite " I should have kept my $1.99 and I could have upgraded to a better wife". <em><span style="font-size:85%;">(ok, that last one I made up)</span></em>.<br /><br />If you have any mail order bride stories, please feel free to share!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-112420995640530473?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-1123781195591376422005-08-11T13:26:00.000-04:002005-08-14T21:31:30.616-04:00The story of my couches....grrrr<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><span style="font-family:'Century Gothic';"><span style="font-size:85%;">About 7 weeks ago Tony and I FINALLY ordered new couches for our home!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We have needed them for quite some time, but stalled on the process because we couldn�t decide on a color/fabric/size.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><span style="font-family:'Century Gothic';"><span style="font-size:85%;">We ordered 1 sofa and 2 love seats!</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:85%;"></span><br /> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><span style="font-family:'Century Gothic';"><span style="font-size:85%;">Last week BILCO Delivery Co. called and said our couches were in and they wanted to set up an appointment for delivery.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Since the sofa was large and needed to be taken apart a nice man named <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Orlando</st1:place></st1:city> would be the one doing that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Patty from Bilco, in her nasely voice, told me that I would need to call him to set up that appointment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I reminded her that only the sofa needed to be taken apart and I asked when the other two were going to come.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She said with the sofa.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I called <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Orlando</st1:place></st1:city> and made the appointment for this past Monday.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><span style="font-family:'Century Gothic';"><span style="font-size:85%;">On Thursday Tony called <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Orlando</st1:place></st1:city> to see if he could come on Friday and unfortunately he could not.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He reminded <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Orlando</st1:place></st1:city> to only take apart the sofa and said he would see him Monday.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family:'Century Gothic';"><span style="font-size:85%;">Monday came and Orlando called Tony to tell him he was running a bit late but said not to worry he was going to pick up the sofa now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Tony asked about the love seats and he said he had no idea about those, BILCO never spoke of those.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I called nasely Patty and asked her the deal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Basically after 3-4 phone calls to her she told me that we had to set up another appt. and <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Orlando</st1:place></st1:city> couldn�t take them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The appointment was set for Wednesday btwn 2pm-7pm.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><span style="font-family:'Century Gothic';"><span style="font-size:85%;">Yesterday Tony left work early so he would be home by 2.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>At 4pm Nasely Patty called and said the delivery men were running late and now wouldn�t be there till btwn 6pm-8pm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>At 8:05pm the delivery man called and told me <em><in his snotty, rico suave phone voice></em> that they were running late and wouldn�t be there till about 9-9:15. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:85%;"></span><br /> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><span style="font-family:'Century Gothic';"><span style="font-size:85%;">At 10:15pm I decided it was time to call back the delivery man.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I did and asked him when we could expect them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He told me they were on their way <em><really snotty></em>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I asked about how much longer till they arrived and he said 10 minutes <em><super duper snotty></em>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>So at 10:45 our couches finally arrived!</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:85%;"></span><br /> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><span style="font-family:'Century Gothic';"><span style="font-size:85%;">They look great <em><please see picture></em> but one of the love seats doesn�t fit in the room nicely <em><it makes the room too cramped></em> so that is in the fish room.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><span style="font-family:'Century Gothic';"><span style="font-size:85%;">**follow-up:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>This morning I decided that I should call good ole� BILCO and complain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I spoke with nasely Patty and told her what happened.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I did start off by saying I was not blaming her or accusing her, I was just unhappy with the service and the delivery men�s uncourtesy of calling me to tell me they would be severly late.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She didn�t care.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She was just rude and dull and�nasely.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She pointed out that other delivery company�s close at 6pm and we wouldn�t have received our furniture that day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I reminded her of the time she originally gave us and then I told her that we have other furniture on order and now we will not be using them as the delivery co.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>she laughed and said �we�re the only delivery co. that store uses� and I said �I am aware of that and that is why we have gotten our own delivery company to take that large order�.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She went silent.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I have the owner�s name <em>(her brother)</em> and I will be sending him a letter along with a letter to the better business bureau.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><span style="font-family:'Century Gothic';"><span style="font-size:85%;">That is my story.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I hope you enjoyed it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Please take note and never use BILCO Delivery Co. located in Passaic, NJ.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><br /><img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/deeliahh/couches002.jpg" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-112378119559137642?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-1123604820581818222005-08-09T12:18:00.000-04:002005-08-09T12:27:00.590-04:00top ten<span style="color:#990000;">Today I am going to write a list! (yay lists). My list will be entitled.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>THE TOP 10 THINGS I WOULD LIKE TO DO BEFORE I EXPIRE ON THIS PLANET!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"><em>please share your thoughts!</em></span></div><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><ol><li><span style="color:#990000;">Travel to Italy</span></li><li><span style="color:#990000;">Get Married, have children, etc..</span></li><li><span style="color:#990000;">Bungee jump/ski-dive/hang-glide</span></li><li><span style="color:#990000;">Win the lottery</span></li><li><span style="color:#990000;">Go rock climbing (and I do not mean the ones they have at Great Adventure)</span></li><li><span style="color:#990000;">Meet and have dinner with one of my favorite celebrities</span></li><li><span style="color:#990000;">Solve a real-life murder mystery and have the key to a city handed to me</span></li><li><span style="color:#990000;">Become the top exec or president or ceo of a company that does amazingly well</span></li><li><span style="color:#990000;">Design and have my dream house built</span></li><li><span style="color:#990000;">Meet a Genie and have some wishes granted for me!</span></li></ol><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-112360482058181822?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7983210.post-1123177797934273912005-08-04T13:41:00.000-04:002005-08-04T13:49:57.943-04:00My butt hurts!Why you ask! lol Because as of last night I have no seating furniture in my living room!<br /><br />Ok, I lied a little bit. I just wanted to get your attention to read my blog! lol there is one small couch that can hold no more than 2 people and the 2 people who are sitting in it are pretty much on top of each other!<br /><br />We ordered new couches over 6 weeks ago and we finally go the call that they have arrived and will be delivered on Monday (we are trying to get them for tomorrow). I am so excited! The couches we had in the living room were super duper old! 2 of them were from my parents house which were bought brand new back in the late 80's and one came from Juli which was also old.<br /><br />LET ME TELL YOU IT WAS A BITCH TO CARRY THEM OUT! Tony and I definitly got some upper body strength. We couldn't even ask for help because where would the 3rd or 4th person stand to help carry it out?<br /><br />Ok, that is all I wanted to say!<br /><br />Why did I title this "My Butt Hurts"?? FROM SITTING ON THE FLOOR BITCHES!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7983210-112317779793427391?l=lynnslair.blogspot.com'/></div>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03933009973143317427noreply@blogger.com4