Sunday Morning Scents

Is there any better smell than that of cooking bacon? That is what I wake up to on the weekends. Mark loves to make breakfast and it's a treat that we never have time for during the week. I almost love the smell of bacon more than the taste, although a few nice chewy pieces always go excellently with my scrambled eggs. Mark prefers his bacon a little more crunchy so he makes some of each - yum!

Another work week has made it into the history books and for some reason this one went really slow. I think it's because it was the last full week before my vacation. We have the 4th off and we're taking the 7th through the 11th off, so it's four more days 'til I can put the uniform in the closet for a while and be a total slouch if I want to.

Last weekend we went to Novelty, Ohio for a beautiful wedding of two people we are in the service with. Andrea Salway and Jason Benson are now Andrea and Jason Benson. I got some great ideas for when we finally take the plunge. The service was in a gazebo - gorgeous, and it was romantic and meaningful while at the same time not taking more than 15 minutes. Mark and I both liked that idea a lot! The reception was also a blast, and Mark actually asked me to dance twice, and he's not usually really big on that type of stuff. We just really had the best time!

They say it might rain today, but it sure looks nice out now, so I think we'll take advantage of it while we can. Maybe Mark will take me for another ride in his little red corvette - I've always been a Ford girl, but I must admit, that's one Chevy I've definitely fallen in love with!

Happy Dad's Day

Looks like it's going to be a perfect day to celebrate with Dad. Happy Father's Day to all Dads out there! Didn't have a clue what to get mine, although he always says, "don't get me anything - just spending time with you is all I want". Mom says the same thing, but I always like to get them a little something anyway - they've done so much for me my whole life. Mark came up with a good idea though - he had purchased several pounds of fresh lake Erie yellow perch so our freezer is packed full. So, I'm taking Dad a twelve-pack of Miller Lite and some freshly frozen lake Erie perch - I think it'll beat the goofy ties I used to get him as a kid . . . .

Credit Card Woes

I try to be a nice person. Really I do. But I'm so mad right now that I can't even type right. I totally unloaded on some poor unsuspecting Bank of America Customer service guy but I've had it up to here! I knew about a month ago that I was charged twice for my "dog in my suitcase" payment when I took Noah to Charlotte. I tried to remedy it then, but each time I talked to the customer service people there, I kept getting cut off - after there was no 1-800 number I could find nor someone actually in customer service. Tonight when I finally received my BOA statement, they had the number for the Charlotte NC Summerfield Suites I stayed at. Anyone who knows me (I would hope) knows that I try to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, but "they" caught me after a particularly bad day and a few glasses of wine on an empty stomach. Supposedly now, after 1 hour with two different customer service reps from both BOA and Summerfield Suites, I "should" be credited - Miss Kruse. We'll see! I hate to go Medieval on people's butts - normally it pains me more than them - but I've been a loyal customer to BOA, oh wait, MBNA, for 15 years. I guess I should feel totally assured after losing basically an hour of my life that I will NEVER get back, that all is well. I've been assured that before - and it pains me tremendously to think that all will one day become online - that's why I don't like online bill paying, even online room reservation, because this all stems from never having talked to someone who I can actually say, "and what is your name, and how can I reach you?". UGH! I swear to God, and I'm trying not to swear so much these days, if there is still an extra charge beyond the already outrageous price I paid for a less than "comfortable" room, you will hear my screams from miles away as they take me to the loony bin . . . . Thanks for listening - I strangely feel somehow better now :-)