Let’s test Customer Service, shall we?

Back in college days, Burger King advertised a $.49 cheeseburger special. Being lactose intolerant, I asked them to take off the cheese. They charged me $.59, the hamburger price. We went round and round, the food order taker guy and I, until finally I said, “So you’re going to charge me an extra ten cents to not put the cheese on?” After getting a strong “Yes” from the food order taker guy, my friend suggested I write to the company, so I did. I got $5 in Burger King Bucks for my efforts.

Does lightning strike twice? My hubby’s birthday is tomorrow and we went to two different grocery stores looking for non-dairy whipped topping. It doesn’t exist. What we found labeled as “non-dairy” actually contained “less than 2% sodium caseinate, a milk derivative.” For people like my husband, that means an extra trip or two to the Little Hubby’s Room. So I wrote them this comment via their website:

Recently we were at Fred Meyer looking for non-dairy whipped topping. The Fred Meyer brand regular topping claims to be “non-dairy” yet contains “sodium caseinate, a milk derivative”. While for the average person it may not make a difference, we look for items that are advertised to be “non-dairy” because my husband gets seriously ill from anything containing even “less that 2%” of a milk ingredient, which sodium caseinate is. Companies such as Fred Meyer that labels these items “non-dairy” when they do, in fact, contain an ingredient found in milk do a serious disservice to customers who depend on honest labeling to avoid getting sick. Please consider correcting the labeling so as not to mislead customers. Thank you.

I’ll keep you posted as to what, if any, response I get.

Hands off my Husband!

I know you want him, ladies. He is, after all, the greatest man ever! Today was a wonderful reminder of why we get married in the first place. Sometimes I get so wound up in wanting to be a mom I take for granted that my husband is my best friend and life with him–kids or no kids–is better than I could have imagined. Today we got up early because I had a dentist appointment, so we had a good 4 hours to just “hang out” together before he had to get ready for work. We cuddled on the couch, Hubby racing and me leaned up against him with a good book, then we both raced Flat Out 2 and I came in first three times (after which he declared I get no more kisses for good luck) and it was just fun. I sent him off to work, a very contented and happy housewife. This morning also made me reflect that although we’ll be married 6 years in April, we’re both still in the Honeymoon phase–can it really be 6 years already? I really treasure these days.

“NOOOOO! That’s NOT the deal!”

…to quote my nephew. I can’t believe the Chargers lost by a field goal!! And Hubby’s at work so we can’t even hug each other and cry. What a bummer! I’m so sad!

sad

The Measure of a Worrywort

My husband knows that if I am not currently worrying about something, wait a few moments and I’ll find something to worry about. Tonight (and most likely all day tomorrow) it is that the Patriots will beat my new love, the Chargers.

Sometimes two wrongs DO make a right

SPOILER: IF YOU’RE A BRO OF MINE LIVING IN MT DON’T LET YOUR SON READ THIS POST!!!

I’ve been working on Valentines presents for my neices/nephews and usually I do the same thing for everybody. This year, however, I’m doing different things for each kid because of the age span–the oldest being almost 10 and the youngest being not quite 4 months. Well, I was ironing letters on stuff and got to my nephew’s shirt and really botched up the job and white stuff got all over the top of the shirt. Being upset with myself, my loving hubby wanted to “fix it” and took me to Michaels to get a new shirt. Well, I was so happy with how the new shirt turned out until my black fabric paint leaked onto the bottom of the new shirt. So instead of buying a THIRD shirt and turning this into a really expensive Valentines present, I decided to sew the top of the second shirt to the bottom of the first shirt and lo and behold–Martha strikes again! It really turned out very cute! It really perked up a disappointing day! Oh, and so did hearing my 18 month old neice try to say “General Lee” over the phone.

Shirt

So I guess this means no Phoebe from China…

One of the toughest challenges of my life is wanting to be a mom REALLY BAD yet being unable to get pregnant and have 4 doctors poke, prod, and test only to find no specific cause of infertility. That leaves adoption (IVF is not an option for us ethically). With adoption comes the issue of money, but that’s another post. But, IF we were not in debt and IF we had an extra $15-20,000 in the bank, our interest in international adoption has been either Ethiopia or China. Until today, that is. China is working to reform its child and welfare systems and to increase domestic adoption. That’s a good thing, right? Not if you’re an obese American married woman on antidepressants. According to CBNNews, “China has put strict news rules on foreign adoptions, not allowing single people or those suffering with obesity or depression to adopt.” I guess it’s a good thing for now that we’re too much in debt at the moment to seriously apply for foreign adoption.

Go Chargers!

I got this last minute idea to make a duvet cover, pillow cases, and curtains for my husband to surprise him for Christmas. It took a day and a half of solid sewing, but he loved it!

Chargers Bed

Chargers Bed & Curtains