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Rainy Days and Dictation Never Get Me Down

I was texting with my mom which means Siri was reading mom’s texts and I was dictating replies that Siri would send. This is always a fun thing to do and Siri is usually very good at this. She doesn’t do punctuation but then again, I’m not telling her to use punctuation – and it’s a text message, so who really cares? She doesn’t text in text-speak and that’s good enough.

The conversation goes something like this..

Me: “Do you know how to right click”

Mom: “Well I thought I did. You tell me…”

And here’s where it goes slightly off…

Me (according to Siri): “I can’t teach you to right click from Chicago you will have to hear”

I thought Siri misunderstood me because I was laughing as I dictated…. So I told Siri I wanted to change the message. She nicely agreed with me and asked me what I’d like to say…

Me (according to Siri): “I can’t teach you to right click here come”

What the heck? I hadn’t even laughed while I dictated… So I told Siri I wanted to change the message. She got a little snippy with me and said “Fine, I can change it. What. Do. You. Want. To. Say.”

Me (according to Siri): “I can’t teach you to right-click from Chicago you’ll will have to come for a visit”

I decided Siri was being obstinate and just told her to send the damn thing – and she did and then was all nice and accurate and polite again.

A few minutes later, between texts, I was thinking about how horrible the weather was so I said to Siri

Me: “Do you have an umbrella?”

Siri: “Why yes, it is raining isn’t it?” (and she popped up the weather forecast)

Me: “Yes, and very windy”

Siri: “No, it’s not very windy right now.” (and she popped up the weather forecast again)

What the heck? We’re under flood AND wind advisories. Is Siri originally FROM Chicagoland and blasé’ about the wind? What the hell is she going to say when there’s three feet of snow and I’m asking her about snow boots and snow throwers?

Me: “You’re in denial.”

Siri: “I don’t like obligatory categories of that kind.”

Me: “What the fuck?”

Siri: “Denise! Your language!”

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Shit.

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Siri Has Been Kidnapped

Siri has made a big impression on the folks in my house.

TW quite often picks up her “old” iPhone and pushes the button to try and ask Siri a question – the look on her face when she realizes she has no Siri to talk to is pretty funny.

On the way home from school today, TW and Prince J wanted to ask Siri a question and Siri was not there – so they were information-less. Poor things couldn’t use TW’s old iPhone to TYPE the search into Google themselves.

People keep stealing Siri from my desk (or my lap, if we’re in the car) – they KIDNAP her away from me.

Everyone loves her.

But she’s mine – all mine!

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Still Trying… Still Excited…

I’ve been trying to activate my new iPhone 4s for two hours and every time it shows me the phone number screen, I get excited all over again and enthusiastically enter my billing zip code and last four. I happily accept the terms and conditions (twice)… and am SURE this is going to be the time the network lets me in.

It doesn’t matter that I’ve been through this process 75 times in two hours. Each time, I feel hopeful. Each time, I feel excited.

Sigh.

Foiled again.

Trying again. Enthusiastically.

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I’m So Excited About the Weather

I went ahead and updated my old iPhone and my iPad to iOS 5 today. I haven’t really played with either device – who has time to play? But… the weather app. Have you seen the new weather app? I’m talking about the basic old iPhone weather app that comes standard on every iPhone. THAT weather app…

I’ve been kind of addicted to that app since day one but now… oh my goodness… hourly weather updates for every city in your app.

Love. Love. Love.

I don’t really care about any of the other upgrades, (OK I do but I probably won’t write about them once I figure out what to do with them – besides pay for extra storage in iCloud since I’m at 4.7GB at the moment), but the weather app ROCKS MY WEATHER ADDICTED WORLD.

Love. Love. Love. (Even if it’s raining right now and and will probably rain throughout the evening.)

How’s the weather in your world? Update your OS and your iPhone will tell you.

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Smelly Cat Coffee & My Dad

My dad likes Friends. Hold on. I’m not really sure he likes Friends, he might just like Phoebe. He calls her his “sister”. I don’t really see the resemblance, myself. Or maybe that right there is the resemblance – the weird ability to connect dots that aren’t there and oblivious to the fact that you’ve connected dots that don’t exist? OK fine. My father’s sister could be Phoebe from Friends.

What’s weird is that I’ve never watched more than a couple of full episodes of Friends. I only vaguely know who the actors on the show were. I might not even know who all of them were, though if I saw them I’d recognize them. I like Courtney Cox. I don’t really like Jennifer Aniston. The guys – I have no idea. Not my thing.

So anyway, I was talking to my father one day on the phone and he started telling me about Phoebe and his idea that she could be his sister because they were so much alike and I was uh huhing because I didn’t get it and then he starts rambling about Smelly Cat. I probably rolled my eyes while I laughed at him.  I might not know Friends but I do know Smelly Cat.

All of this discussion about my father and Phoebe and Smelly Cat happened years ago – he’s mentioned all three once or twice again over the years but that first discussion was the longest and it stuck with me. So that any time I see Lisa Kudrow, I think of my father. Any time I see the Smelly Cat video, I think of my father.  Whenever someone mentions Smelly Cat Coffee in Charlotte, I think of my father – though my father does not drink coffee.

As much as I love coffee – you’d think I’d have visited Smelly Cat, wouldn’t you? But no… I never have and I’ve always wanted to.

Several weeks ago, my mom called me from some bar in Charlotte where she was getting drunk with my cousin and my sister and she wanted to talk to me about Smelly Cat Coffee. I was annoyed. No I have not been there. Why are you calling me from a bar?! (I might be exaggerating about some of this – slightly – maybe – or maybe not, I wasn’t there so all I have is my mother’s word and… well she’s the one who tricked me into coming to Charlotte so I could deal with the Boo for her so…)

Anyway – I was grouchy again because I had never been to Smelly Cat and everyone else in the world has been. (I’m sure this is not an exaggeration at all and you can see where this is going, right…)

I went to Smelly Cat Coffee!!!!!

And it was a-freaking-mazing (notice I’m not cursing so much? Huh, wonder why?)

I drove over there on Saturday morning. There were just a couple of people there inside and a couple people outside. It’s the perfect rundown awesome kind of shop that I love. The baristas were friendly and interesting. The coffee was fan-freaking-tastic. I even bit the bullet and ordered a Cuban since it was on the menu and I LOVE me a good Cuban though it’s hard to get a good Cuban outside of the Miami area (or Cuba, I guess?)  — The Cuban – ex-freaking-ellent (oh, that didn’t work.)

I also ordered a cup of mini-brioche that was yummy and a regular old Sumatra that was just what a regular old Sumatra should be.

I took my order outside and promptly called my father to tell him that I was at Smelly Cat.

The man… did not know what in the hell (oops) I was talking about. It took me five minutes of explaining why I always think of him when I see/hear Smelly Cat.

Eventually – he got it and laughed for a long, long time.

Eventually.

Maybe Phoebe is his sister after all?

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Quest for the Perfect Onion Ring

I order onion rings at pretty much any new restaurant I try. Because – I’m always in search of the perfect onion ring.

The perfect onion ring is hard to describe because perfect onion rings come in all different styles.

Friends made a great angel hair onion ring, in Anderson. A light breading – not a heavy, dark, beer batter breading.

Years and years and years ago, I got the best beer batter onion rings at the golf course on Pope Air Force Base.

In August, when we went on our Rt 66 road trip, I had the best onion rings I’ve had in YEARS at the Polk-a-Dot Drive In.

Tonight, at Cheddars – I had a very good onion ring. Really most excellent. Not quite as good as any of the three onion rings mentioned above – but close, very close. That was a pleasant surprise.

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An NPR Confession

Are you sitting down?

I never listen to NPR. Ever.

At least not on the radio. I will sometimes wander over there online when someone shares a link or mentions a story in a blog post but it’s pretty rare and I never stay long.

When I’m working, I don’t really like a lot of sounds. I rarely listen to music for longer than a half dozen songs. I can’t handle more than a few minutes of any podcast while I’m working. It’s just distracting and becomes excess busy noise.

In the car, we listen to the radio. Or a book on audio. When we’re traveling, we’ll sometimes hit a talk radio show but that’s rare too (and in this area it tends to be conservative shock radio – Indiana, after all) but we can’t take much of that before we move to iTunes to enjoy the ride.

So no. I don’t do NPR.

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This week, I’m driving my mom’s Toyota and the radio is tuned to NPR- Charlote (WFAE).

On Saturday, the first time I drove the car, I found it mildly amusing. Car Talk was on and I kind of like the Car Talk guys. So I listened. And I mostly enjoyed it.

On Sunday, I listened again but it was Car Talk again which I found annoying. I like those guys but I didn’t want to hear the same show again.

And every day since, I’ve listened to some sort of NPR programming for 15 minutes – an hour while in the car. Some of it has been interesting. Some stupid and boring. An interview with Tavi was fabulous. That girl is awesome. Totally love her. Loved the interview. If you didn’t hear it – you should listen. Tavi on Wait, Wait Don’t Tell Me.   The anti-PSA test doctor was interesting. So was the Executive Director of Greenpeace talking about Duke Energy & Progress Energy (that’s a scary freaking merge, if you ask me.)

After a week of listening to WFAE’s pledge drives and their programming – I’m torn between wanting to rip the radio from the dash because I’m sick to death of the pledge drive and wanting to pull over and call in a pledge.  After all, if I pledge I’ll be entered to win a trip to … Chicago… for Wait, Wait Don’t Tell Me.  I totally need a trip to Chicago, don’t I?

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Boo x2

I figured I should update y’all with what happened to the Boo problem.

What happened was my mother laughed her ass off and then instructed me upon the way to enact the Boo. Apparently this neighborhood DOES this.

She knew about it and she did not warn me.

I am beginning to suspect she called a neighbor and said “hey, could you boo my house while my daughter is there…”

What makes this worse is that my mother has lived in this house for years and SHE herself has never been home to receive or carry out a Boo. She is always out of town when the house gets Booed and someone else has to do the Boo for her.

That, my friends, sucks ass.

So anyway.

I hung the stupid Boo paper on the door because my mother scared the everloving shit out of me by saying that if I didn’t hang it on the door I might get Booed again and have to do four of those fuckers instead of just two. So hell yea I taped that ugly fucker on the door right away.

And then I ignored my mother’s suggestions as to how to Boo the neighbors because let’s face it, her suggestions sucked. And also were not very helpful since she only had an idea for one Boo bag and that required me climbing on a chair and digging around in a cabinet. Screw that. My time is more valuable than that. Instead, I wandered over to Hobby Lobby (shut up, it made sense at the time) and created my own Boo bags – or boxes actually.

Then, Duncan and I delivered the Boo Boxes to two neighbors on exactly the day the Boo-mail said we should. We did not get shot. Or yelled at. Or questioned in any way. One of the houses that I thought I might Boo had a loud barky dog in it so I backed my ass out of there real quick (See Duncan, that dog barks when he hears asshats on his porch…) and chose a different house.

It’s been two days and one of the houses we Booed has put the ugly ass Boo paper on their door. The other house, the one I thought would be most likely to participate based on the whirligig in the front yard, has done squat.

This ticks me the hell off.

In fact, it annoys me so much that I’m tempted to get my ass up on the chair and dig around in the cabinet for the stupid Boo Bag gift idea that my mother suggested and take another fucking Boo to those people and teach them a lesson. You don’t play the first time – you get Booed again and you WILL keep getting Booed until you play along…

Hell, if I was going to be here longer, I’d totally make their lives hell until they joined the Boo Crew.

Hmph.

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Keurig vs Tassimo

We have a Tassimo.

My mother has a Keurig.

I can now say that the Tassimo wins, hands down.

The T Discs are more expensive than the K Cups, that’s true, but after using the Keurig for five days I’m 100% sure I won’t be replacing the Tassimo with the Keurig. Here’s why.

– The water container thingy on the Keurig is a pain in the rear. It’s oddly shaped. It is hard to take off and put back on, when compared to the very simple to remove/replace water container of the Tassimo. That little handle on the Tassimo and a basic rectangular shape = huge improvement over the Keurig.

– The Keurig has to think about brewing or I don’t know what the hell it’s doing but when you turn it on it makes noises like it’s thinking or working or doing something and you have to wait until it tells you that it is ready to brew. Screw that. With the Tassimo, you turn it on and as long as there’s a disc in the machine and water to in the thingy – it’s ready to go.

– The brew temperature on the Keurig is messed up. You can tell it what tempt o brew to but the highest temp is 192. Either this particular machine isn’t managing to hit the 192 degree mark or 192 is not hot enough. My coffee has yet to be hot – not even once.

– The Tassimo and the Keurig both brew small cups of coffee and espresso but again, the Tassimo wins. Sometimes the Keurig brews such a small cup that I am not even sure it HAS brewed any coffee. The Tassimo may short cup us once in awhile but never THAT short.

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The Boo Crew Has Me Between a Rock and a Hard Place

As you all know, I’m at my mom’s house in Charlotte. A house that I have never lived in. A house I’ve never spent very much time in. A house that while somewhat familiar because my mother’s stuff is here, is mostly unfamiliar. A mostly unfamiliar house in a very unfamiliar neighborhood and there was no mention of a “friendly neighbor” to turn to if there were problems, in my mother’s most detailed rules – I mean instructions. A mostly unfamiliar house in a very unfamiliar neighborhood in a mostly unfamiliar city where the only people I know are out of town (or out of the country).

No big deal. I am not nervous about staying alone in a hotel or a house, in a strange city or a familiar one. It’s fine. Really.

Or it was until someone knocked on the door after 8:15pm last night and scared the ever-loving-hell out of me and Duncan the dog. (Duncan does not bark but she did jump 50 feet and making a wooshing noise and then she started wagging her tail looking at me to figure out what to do.)

I was in my nightgown and the house was dark and I have no idea where the light switches are. (Hell it took me more than 24 hours to figure out how to turn off the kitchen lights and that was even after I asked my mother where the switch was.)  Who the hell could be knocking on the freaking door, right?

So Duncan and I head down the main stairs and … it’s dark. Pitch black dark. I cannot find the freaking light switches so I try and peek out of the window by the front door and promptly knock the little lacey curtain thingy off of its suspension rod.  *shit* And I can’t see a freaking thing out there because it is PITCH BLACK. Duncan is looking up at me like I’m going to open the door and invite these asshats I mean nice neighbors in. Well no, I wasn’t  interested in opening the door but I did wonder if maybe whoever knocked had come to the kitchen door – and I did know where that light switch was.

So Duncan and I head to that door where she’s extra excited because she thinks she’s going to get another walk. Or get to bring a newspaper up. Or something. But no, there’s nobody there.

What the hell?

I finally find enough light switches that I can see the stairway by the front door and poof… there are the light switches that I could not find in the dark. I turn on the front porch light and of course there’s nobody there because it’s taken me at least 10 minutes to figure out where the light switch is.  But wait… there’s not a person there but there is something.

What the hell?

There is a Halloween goody bag on the front porch with some papers stapled to it.

What the holy hell is this?

So I open the door and no Duncan does not get to go out even though she is sure she is going to get to go out and sniff that bush again (and by the way, when my mother says “Duncan expects to go to the end of the driveway for a sniff every morning” – she means that. Duncan does not pee. She sniffs.)

I bring in this bag and peek inside and there are two Halloween coffee mugs and a bag of pretzel M&Ms (none of which we need in this house because my mother has more coffee mugs than Starbucks and Waffle House combined and I just bought two bags of those M&Ms for .50 a bag at Target.)

The kicker is the three white pages stapled to the bag.

Page One

The air is cool, the season is fall

Soon Halloween will come to call

The spooks are after things to do

In fact a spook brought this to you

“Boo” is a shield from witching hour

Just hang it up and watch its power

On your front door is where it works

It wards off spooks and scary jerks

The treat that came with crypted note

Are yours to keep, enjoy them both

The power that comes when friends like you

Will copy this and make it two

Then others here along our street

Will say Howdy-do to all they meet

We’ll all have smiles upon our face

No one will know who “boo’ed” whose place

Just one short day to work your spell

Or a big zap will strike your tail

And don’t forget a nifty treat

Like something cute or something sweet

Please join the fun, let’s really hear it

And spread some “Boo’s” and Halloween Spirit

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Page two:

Directions:

1)      Enjoy your treat (Your whole household)

2)      Place your “Boo” on your front door

3)      You have 48 hours to copy this twice. Make two treats and two “Boos” and secretly deliver to two neighbors who do not have a “Boo” on their front door.

4)      Watch how far this spreads by Halloween

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Page three:

A photocopied word “BOO!”

Now what in the hell am I supposed to do with this? Would my mother play this crazy game with her neighbors? Wah?! What do I do?!!!!

23 hours have already gone by and I have not hung up the “Boo” and I have not created two treats or figured out how to use my mother’s damn scanner so I can scan this stuff and I have certainly not tracked down two gift bags and treats (though I do have plenty of Halloween candy I could hand out since I went ahead and bought Halloween candy for my mother yesterday… what? It was .50 a bag!)

(Look! The October Nablo theme is “Between”… see how I did that?)

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