My Pink reference there- love her.<\/p>\n
I have had a couple weird convos in the last couple of days where I have felt a little misunderstood. The first one happened yesterday. The phone rang and it was a woman who has been playing phone tag trying to get a hold of my husband. It went like this<\/p>\n
Lady- “Hi, is Andy there?”<\/p>\n
Me- “no he’s not, can I take a message?”<\/p>\n
Lady- “Who is this?”<\/p>\n
Me- “This is Elisa.”<\/p>\n
Lady- “Hi Elisa, is your mom at home?”<\/p>\n
Pause, well I have no idea if my mom is at home, she lives in another state. Then I get it, she means ME. Yes, I am home.<\/p>\n
Me- “Um, well I am the mom”<\/p>\n
Lady-“Oh! I’m so sorry, you sound like a daughter.”<\/p>\n
Pause, well I AM a daughter, to the woman that lives in another state.<\/p>\n
I get what she is saying, but I have my car parked in my driving, running, with three dogs inside and a big dump truck about to plow it over with a load of dirt from the hole in the backyard and three boys I am trying to get out the door. I find myself a little frustrated but I manage to get her phone number which I am sure he already has and really it is not my fault he hasn’t called them back and do I really sound like I am 12??<\/p>\n
So then today, a little frustrated that I drove down to my parents house in search of some pink multi stripe fabric that a local store here used to have but apparently no longer has and the order that I placed for it 4 weeks ago from the manufacturer has yet to arrive so I thought I could buy a little to tide me over for all the poor people waiting on bags with that fabric but no go. No one has it. I get home and Blake tells me he left his DS in the car. He comes back in and informs me that he locked my keys in the car. UGH! So I call the Toyota dealership here (from which I bought the car) and tell them that I am here visiting from Ohio and that my son locked my keys in the car, is there any way they can help me get a new key. The guy tells me that I will need to take my car to my local dealership in Ohio with the title of the car and they can give me a new key. So I say, “well you do realize that if I could get back to Ohio in my car then I really wouldn’t need a key, right? I am stuck HERE with my keys locked inside my car!” So he tells me to come in and bring my insurance card, and proof that I own the car. I sigh and say,”Right, the insurance card, the one that I keep in the car. Inside the car, the one that is locked with the keys inside.” He finally tells me to come in with my VIN number and he will get me a key. And he did. Whew.<\/p>\n
Oh and the website is a little wonkers right now, not sure what is up with it. Hopefully it will be fixed soon.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
My Pink reference there- love her. I have had a couple weird convos in the last couple of days where I have felt a little misunderstood. The first one happened yesterday. The phone rang and it was a woman who has been playing phone tag trying to get a hold of my husband. It went like this Lady- “Hi, is Andy there?” Me- “no he’s not, can I take a message?” Lady- “Who is this?” Me- “This is Elisa.” Lady- “Hi Elisa, is your mom at home?” Pause, well I have no idea if my mom is at home, she lives in another state. Then I get it, she means ME. Yes, I am home. Me- “Um, well I am the mom” Lady-“Oh! I’m so sorry, you sound like a daughter.” Pause, well I AM a daughter, to the woman that lives in another state. I get what she is saying, but I have my car parked in my driving, running, with three dogs inside and a big dump truck about to plow it over with a load of dirt from the hole in the backyard and three boys I am trying to get out the door. I find myself a little frustrated but I manage to get her phone number which I am sure he already has and really it is not my fault he hasn’t called them back and do I really sound like I am 12?? So then today, a little frustrated that I drove down to my parents house in search of some pink multi stripe fabric that a local store here used to have but apparently no longer has and the order that I placed for it 4 weeks ago from the manufacturer has yet to arrive so I thought I could buy a little to tide me over for all the poor people waiting on bags with that fabric but no go. No one has it. I get home and Blake tells me he left his DS in the car. He comes back in and informs me that he locked my keys in the car. UGH! So I call the Toyota dealership here (from which I bought the car) and tell them that I am here visiting from Ohio and that my son locked my keys in the car, is there any way they can help me get a new key. The guy tells me that I will need to take my car to my local dealership in Ohio with the title of the car and they can give me a new key. So I say, “well you do realize that if I could get back to Ohio in my car then I really wouldn’t need a key, right? I am stuck HERE with my keys locked inside my car!” So he tells me to come in and bring my insurance card, and proof that I own the car. I sigh and say,”Right, the insurance card, the one that I keep in the car. Inside the car, the one that is locked with the keys inside.” He finally tells me to come in with my VIN number and he will get me a key. And he did. Whew. Oh and the website is a little wonkers right now, not sure what is up with it. Hopefully it will be fixed soon.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-275","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-elisalou"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/275","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=275"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/275\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20998,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/275\/revisions\/20998"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=275"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=275"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=275"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}