Buzz buzz buzz goes the bee
Mar. 12th, 2012 04:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impy Somewhere around noon I decided I wanted pizza. It's Monday and Papa Johns has made Mondays their online special days and I've been craving it all weekend. So. I place my order. The email I got back is time stamped 12:49pm. My pizza should arrive within 40-50 minutes. This is a bit of a change from their normal emails, but still, not all that surprising. I let the dogs onto the porch and bug Mums about answering the door when it arrives.
We wait. And we wait. Somewhere around 1:45 Mums calls them to make sure the call she missed while on the phone with Widget's doctor wasn't them asking a question. Nope, but our pizza is out for delivery and should be there any minute; sorry about the delay as they're woefully understaffed with just one driver. Fair enough.
Two o'clock comes and goes. 2:30 comes and goes. Mums is irked. I'm hungry as hell and the boy is damn near done mowing the lawn, so you know he's going to be hungry. We get a call from the driver who is fairly appologetic and says she got stuck behind some school buses but will be here in just a minute. FINALLY. At this point, other than being really hungry, I'm not angry. As long as the pizzas are hot, we'll be fine. Mums? Mums is mad because it would be one thing if they'd been upfront about it, but if she'd really been out delivering my pizza an hour ago... she'd have avoided the buses. So. When the pizza still isn't here at 2:50, she calls the pizza place. Our driver?
Yeah. She's back at the pizza place. THE. FUCK?! Mums is mad. I'm mad. The boy is done with the lawn and the putting away of the tools and comes in and says, "The pizza's free, right?" in a way that is most decidedly not a question.
It takes another ten minutes to arrive. It's decidedly not hot and is barely warm at this point. Mums and the store manager reach an agreement. We get to keep our lukewarm pizza and they'll send out a new pizza (well, two as that's what I ordered) that'll arrive hot and won't take 11-billion years. Oh, and it'll all be free cuz two hours is excessive, and your driver is a liar to both you and to the customer. Good day, ma'am!
The kicker is that normally I devour pizza. This time... not so much. Sigh. Oh, and Mums believes the guy who lives around the corner is the owner of at least one of the Papa Johns around here... so, really guys, why fuck up in his backyard? Or front yard as the case may be.
Now to check to make sure they didn't charge me for them after all. Seriously, Papa Johns, I expect better from you.
Yesterday! Books. I spent all day trying to wrestle my books under control. It was... a handful. I kept getting frazzled by the sheer number of them (which is unusual) and trying to sort them onto different bookcases didn't help. My hallway has three bookcases and one set of cube-storage bins from Target that also holds books. A smart person would probably have one for the BSC, one for my various Sweet Valley books, another for my hardbacks and odd series, and probably use the cubes for the miscellaneous books. Not me. No sir, that'd be too easy. Plus I wanted to see what exactly I was dealing with.
What I was dealing with turned out to be a mess. It appears that while I wasn't looking, I acquired a bunch of books from the clearance bins of various stores. I also have a smattering of hardbacks (but naturally not an entire series of anything in them) and a bunch of series that I didn't know whether to split up or not. Book angst, you have no idea. Plus side, I realized that I could combine the games on one shelf now, thus freeing up yet another shelf.
Then came the really hard choices. Which books ended up on the backside of any given shelf? Some were easy choices: my Anne Rice books I don't re-read. Books I bought that I don't want to get rid of but have no desire to read any time soon. The iffy-to-bad R.L. Stine books including the Fear Street books that I stopped reading when babysitting because some were just plain gross. But that made me wonder, do I put them all on the back row, or do I display the ones I like? And do I merely display the ones I like or do I go in semi-order? Because obviously we display the Cheerleader series as well as the first Saga trilogy. Those are just awesome, y'know? What about V.C. Andrews? Cass went on a binge and I went with her and while most of hers ended up ruined after her sister borrowed them, I still have some of mine. Do they get split up or do they all suffer because JESUS some of those were awful?
So many decisions to be made! I'm not 100% satisfied with it, but it's an excellent start.
Pollyanna Project:
I went to let the dog out this morning and noticed that within the last day or two, the giant azalea bush out back had begun blooming. (This is obviously not a shot of that) I love azaleas and have ever since I was little. The house I grew up in had quite a few different types scattered throughout the yard. We had the teeny, tiny ones and the larger more normal ones. Whites, pinks, red, lavender, and a few that apparently were cultivated especially for my grandmother. (Broke Mumsy's heart when the people who bought the house ripped them out.) For a kid, azaleas are incredibly resilient. You can pick them and cart them around and they'll play for quite awhile. Plus, the Easter Bunny was forever leaving eggs hidden in the bushes.
I must admit that I laugh evily when the poor azaleas get confused and bloom early, but I'm terribly sad the years they freeze due to this trick.
When they all bloom at once, it's incredible.
We wait. And we wait. Somewhere around 1:45 Mums calls them to make sure the call she missed while on the phone with Widget's doctor wasn't them asking a question. Nope, but our pizza is out for delivery and should be there any minute; sorry about the delay as they're woefully understaffed with just one driver. Fair enough.
Two o'clock comes and goes. 2:30 comes and goes. Mums is irked. I'm hungry as hell and the boy is damn near done mowing the lawn, so you know he's going to be hungry. We get a call from the driver who is fairly appologetic and says she got stuck behind some school buses but will be here in just a minute. FINALLY. At this point, other than being really hungry, I'm not angry. As long as the pizzas are hot, we'll be fine. Mums? Mums is mad because it would be one thing if they'd been upfront about it, but if she'd really been out delivering my pizza an hour ago... she'd have avoided the buses. So. When the pizza still isn't here at 2:50, she calls the pizza place. Our driver?
Yeah. She's back at the pizza place. THE. FUCK?! Mums is mad. I'm mad. The boy is done with the lawn and the putting away of the tools and comes in and says, "The pizza's free, right?" in a way that is most decidedly not a question.
It takes another ten minutes to arrive. It's decidedly not hot and is barely warm at this point. Mums and the store manager reach an agreement. We get to keep our lukewarm pizza and they'll send out a new pizza (well, two as that's what I ordered) that'll arrive hot and won't take 11-billion years. Oh, and it'll all be free cuz two hours is excessive, and your driver is a liar to both you and to the customer. Good day, ma'am!
The kicker is that normally I devour pizza. This time... not so much. Sigh. Oh, and Mums believes the guy who lives around the corner is the owner of at least one of the Papa Johns around here... so, really guys, why fuck up in his backyard? Or front yard as the case may be.
Now to check to make sure they didn't charge me for them after all. Seriously, Papa Johns, I expect better from you.
Yesterday! Books. I spent all day trying to wrestle my books under control. It was... a handful. I kept getting frazzled by the sheer number of them (which is unusual) and trying to sort them onto different bookcases didn't help. My hallway has three bookcases and one set of cube-storage bins from Target that also holds books. A smart person would probably have one for the BSC, one for my various Sweet Valley books, another for my hardbacks and odd series, and probably use the cubes for the miscellaneous books. Not me. No sir, that'd be too easy. Plus I wanted to see what exactly I was dealing with.
What I was dealing with turned out to be a mess. It appears that while I wasn't looking, I acquired a bunch of books from the clearance bins of various stores. I also have a smattering of hardbacks (but naturally not an entire series of anything in them) and a bunch of series that I didn't know whether to split up or not. Book angst, you have no idea. Plus side, I realized that I could combine the games on one shelf now, thus freeing up yet another shelf.
Then came the really hard choices. Which books ended up on the backside of any given shelf? Some were easy choices: my Anne Rice books I don't re-read. Books I bought that I don't want to get rid of but have no desire to read any time soon. The iffy-to-bad R.L. Stine books including the Fear Street books that I stopped reading when babysitting because some were just plain gross. But that made me wonder, do I put them all on the back row, or do I display the ones I like? And do I merely display the ones I like or do I go in semi-order? Because obviously we display the Cheerleader series as well as the first Saga trilogy. Those are just awesome, y'know? What about V.C. Andrews? Cass went on a binge and I went with her and while most of hers ended up ruined after her sister borrowed them, I still have some of mine. Do they get split up or do they all suffer because JESUS some of those were awful?
So many decisions to be made! I'm not 100% satisfied with it, but it's an excellent start.
Pollyanna Project:
I went to let the dog out this morning and noticed that within the last day or two, the giant azalea bush out back had begun blooming. (This is obviously not a shot of that) I love azaleas and have ever since I was little. The house I grew up in had quite a few different types scattered throughout the yard. We had the teeny, tiny ones and the larger more normal ones. Whites, pinks, red, lavender, and a few that apparently were cultivated especially for my grandmother. (Broke Mumsy's heart when the people who bought the house ripped them out.) For a kid, azaleas are incredibly resilient. You can pick them and cart them around and they'll play for quite awhile. Plus, the Easter Bunny was forever leaving eggs hidden in the bushes.
I must admit that I laugh evily when the poor azaleas get confused and bloom early, but I'm terribly sad the years they freeze due to this trick.
When they all bloom at once, it's incredible.
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Date: 2012-03-12 09:40 pm (UTC)I'm waxing poetical because I'm bored and do not want to finish a paper for school.
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Date: 2012-03-12 11:15 pm (UTC)I love the smell of the marsh (provided it's not being dragged into my house by the dog) and I not so secretly wait for that moment when you can smell it coming back into town and you know you're almost home.
I'm glad to help distract you from the school paper. Muhaha!