Stupid people

I’m going to pretend that I actually have a reader or two and post something.

Today is a lovely day here in central Ohio!  Unfortunately I haven’t been outside much today. 

I have spent several hours over the past few days trying to speak to customer service reps.

I was once a customer service rep for a large lawn care company and I completely understand that it can be an aggravating job. My past employment  also gives me a different perspective concerning when someone is just clearly bad at customer service. It absolutely infuriates me.

Hello, did you even listen to the first three sentences I said when you answered the phone? Please do not make me repeat myself for the sixth time and do not transfer me to yet another person. Transferring me only results in two things…  1) I will get disconnected and then I will have to start this whole dance with an automated system that has trouble recognizing the words “yes” & “no”. 2) I will need to be transferred to the same six people again.

I’m tired and frustrated, so I’ve decided to just go outside and enjoy the rest of my day.

Don't Eat The Yellow Snow

Here in Ohio, we are blanketed with snow. Not the pretty "just fell down from the heavens" snow.
We now have the litter of nature and man mixed together snow. This mixture sure makes for one ugly mess.

I have a love/hate relationship with snow. I love to watch it snow in the evening. No matter how old you are, the first thing you are going to do in the morning is look out the window to assess what exactly transpired while you were sleeping.

Three years ago, I had to help our elderly golden retriever named Ralph cross the Rainbow Bridge. I cried all the way home. The first thing I remember seeing when I returned home from the vet was his paw prints in the snow. I ran inside house and closed the curtains.

A few days later, it started to snow. I actually screamed the word "NO!" and ran outside. I stood and watched the tracks slowly disappear. I mourned not only the loss of a four legged friend, but the last physical trace of his existence.

The depth of my grief at the time of his passing actually shocked me.
Sadly, it wasn't until Ralph died that I realized just how much I needed him the last few years of his life. It seemed as though the older my children got, the less they needed me. Ralph, on the other hand, the older he became the more he needed me to be his mommy.

When our last snow storm hit, I watched the snow and thought about the puppy who became the fuzzy old man who helped me raise three kids.
We now have another golden retriever and he loves the snow just as much as his predecessor did.

First Post

Well, I entered the blogging world today.
I had hoped that I would have had some sort of magical brainstorm and the words would simply spill onto the keyboard making me look like I had spent hours weighing my thoughts.
The truth is, I have nothing.
I spend a great deal of my time searching elbo.ws. I LOVE IT!
The music blogging business is scary territory. I applaud all of the bloggers who have introduced me to some of my favorite bands, many of which I had no idea existed until a few short years ago. I would like to thank all of you bloggers on behalf of all of us blog readers.
I wish I could eloquently sum up an album or a song in a few short paragraphs to sway readers to purchase an artist's work based solely on a heartfelt critique of approval.
Honestly, I have no idea where to begin so I guess I have a blank slate which only leaves me thinking of this comic.