Friday, September 15, 2006
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Ok, I SOOOOO HATE (yes hate, yes it's strong but believe me NOT STRONG ENOUGH) Bestbuy anymore.
Now, understand me, we bought (notice the past tense?) EVERYTHING we could from Best buy. Washers, dryers, computers, TVs, refrigerators, telephones, CDs, stereo equipment, etc, etc.
I can't even begin to tell you what a horrid night I have had. I literally spent all night dealing with these people. Customer service? ZERO. The customer is NOT right EVER it seems with Best buy.
DO NOT EVER PURCHASE FROM THEM. AGAIN. EVER. REALLY!
I am too angry to get into all the specifics right now. I will blog about it eventually but not now. But I did need to say,
BOYCOTT BEST BUY AT ALL COSTS!
pass this message on please to everyone you know or you will be visited by the "stupid" fairy and have all your patience, money and dignity stripped immediately from you while you stand there completely and utterly helpless. Oh yeah and, by the way, make sure you have a jar of lube ready because you will need it as well.
Monday, September 11, 2006
I will never forget. . . . . .
how I felt 5 years ago as I stood in a patient's room, mouth agape, staring at the images of horror on the TV. I will never forget the look on Katie Couric or Matt Lauer's faces or the sound of Matt's voice as he reported the second plane hitting the second tower. I will never forget the chill that ran up my spine as I heard and saw the devastation at the Pentagon only minutes later. I will never forget the overwhelming sadness and yet pride upon hearing that Flight 93 had gone down in a field, pride born of an inner sense of "knowing" that those passengers had taken that plane down to prevent any further horror. I will never forget the tears that ran down my face as I heard the words that validated that inner sense of "knowing" and the heartfelt pride albeit hidden behind a shroud of sadness and grief. I will never forget how my heart raced for the entire day as I desperately wanted to be home with my family, all together, intact, whole. I will never forget the pain in my heart upon coming home to my husband and then 4 1/2 year old knowing that so many families would not be whole at the end of that day. I will never forget the anger that I felt for the senselessness of such an immense act of hatred and cruelty. I will never forget the feeling of uselessness and yes, hopelessness, that I felt for the world in which my little one was destined to grow up in. I will never forget the sense of grief over America's loss of innocence, the innocence of feeling "safe" within our borders. I will never forget "Let's Roll". I will never forget all the wives and families and their courage as they spoke and told of their last precious moments with their husbands, wives, sons, daughters and friends, even when those precious moments were just shared by way of a phone call.
I will never forget.