Today is my dear friend, Cindy Pickard's birthday! We have been close friends for over twenty years. This morning, I e-mailed her a note—wishing her a happy birthday. She shot back an e-mail to me—thanking me, and asking me to please check out the e-birthday card that was sent to her by her friends, Bob and Heather. I just checked it out and it was fantastic! The address is:
http://www.jacquielawson.com/viewcard.asp?code=1526087596241&source=jl999
I promise that you will love it, and want to send it to your friends. I am going to show it to Kinky as soon as he arrives back at the ranch today. Happy Monday!
Monday, June 30, 2008
You Will Love This Video!
My dear friend, J. Callahan, who just attended a black tie dinner, at the House of Lords, Parliament, sent me an e-mail asking me to watch this video—"The Memory of a Lion"—and it is awesome! Please check it out at:
http://www.cyberthing.net/video-play.php?id=105
Tony loved it! I can't wait to show it to Kinky when he returns to the ranch today!
http://www.cyberthing.net/video-play.php?id=105
Tony loved it! I can't wait to show it to Kinky when he returns to the ranch today!
Saturday, June 28, 2008
The Guns of Nozzlerone!
Yesterday, as I was leaving the rescue ranch, I noticed an older compact car, parked by the feed barn, and someone was talking to John, so I drove up to see who it was. It turned out being our good friend and volunteer, Carol V.!
“Hi Carol,” I said. “Did you get a new-old car?”
“Yes,” Carol answered. “I love it! It’s a 1992 Toyota Corolla and it gets thirty miles to the gallon! And, I decided to take your Feng Shui advice, about bonding with it, so I named it Ruby—Ruby Red. We’re buds!”
“I’m jealous,” John said. “Carol got a great deal on it, too.”
“I’m jealous, too,” I said. “Congratulations, Carol. I like what you named her. It’s good.”
“Guess where I’m going on vacation?” Carol said, wearing a grin.
“Kerrville?” I said. “Fredericksburg?”
“Costa Rica!” Carol said. “My friend, Lori and I are going in a few weeks—to hike, scuba, etc.! I’ve never been there.”
“Where in Costa Rica?” I asked, even though, I knew very little about that country.
Carol laughed. “I don’t know,” She said. “I really don’t know the name of the place, but I do know the city has a smoking volcano, and our hotel is real close to it, and we will have a great view of it—and it’s really, really cheap.” She and I both started laughing.
“I’m sure it is. I’ll bet the rooms have lava lamps, too.” I said. “Shoot, they ought to pay you to stay in a room with a view—of a smoking volcano?” I started laughing, again. “Carol, you’re brave. I wouldn’t be able to sleep a wink, in a room near an active smoldering volcano—heck, I’m even scared to go out and take a nap in Outer Space.”
“I’ll send you an e-mail of the place,” Carol said. “You will love it.”
“Great,” I said. “I’m sure that y’all will have a blast—literally! Be sure to bring me back a lava lamp.” Carol laughed and then she took off laughing, as she went to go walk some dogs.
This morning, when I was fixing to go to Kerrville with Maribeth, Tony asked me to please go by Home Depot, to pick up a replacement nozzle, for his Troybilt pressure washer. I told him that I would be glad to do it for him. Boy, was I ever wrong about that.
When I was ready to take off for Kerrville, Tony walked me to Buttermilk, opened the door for me to get inside, and then he handed me the broken old nozzle, so I could take it inside the store, to make sure that I matched it up—and looking at it—made me sick. “Tony,” I said. “I can’t walk into Home Depot with this thing!”
“Why?”
“It looks like a gun! And, it says right here on the nozzle, ‘Warning! Never point this at anyone!”
“Nance,” Tony said. “It doesn’t have a trigger—it broke off. And, it means never point it—when it is shooting water out of it. I need to replace it. Please go to Home Depot. We need it, so we can pressure wash the dog houses, before Daniel paints them. Please?”
“Okay, I’ll do it, but I am not real happy about doing this,” I said. “And Tony, if I get arrested—we’re talking divorce and you had better bail me out of jail—fast. I’ve never been in jail.” As I drove away, I watched in Buttermilk’s rearview mirror—Tony, Daniel and Aaron laughing.
When I arrived at the Lodge to pick up Maribeth, she was standing at the gate and was ready to go, but she made the mistake of asking me what was wrong. So, on the entire twenty two mile trip—I whined about not wanting to go to Home Depot or jail.
When we arrived at Home Depot I opened the back door and carefully picked up the weapon. “Maribeth,” I said. “I can’t walk into Home Depot with this—it looks like a gun.”
“Put it inside your canvas grocery bag,” Maribeth suggested.
“I can’t—I could get charged for carrying a concealed weapon—and hiding it in my HEB grocery bag. I really don’t want to do this.”
“Come on Nancy,” Maribeth ordered. “Nothing’s going to happen.”
I decided to carry it by its nozzle, so no one would think I was going to fire it. As we walked towards the entrance, I noticed several people watching us. “Maribeth, walk close to me,” I said. “So, people won’t think that two overweight, white haired, senior citizen women, would go into Home Depot carrying a gun.”
“Do you want a basket?” Maribeth asked. “I’m getting one.”
“Yes, please,” I said. Maribeth shoved a basket towards me. “I can lay it right here in the basket. I’m going straight to the first employee that I see and ask them to please help me find the replacement part. Wish me luck.”
When the second set of sliding doors opened for me to enter the store, I walked in pushing the basket, and nothing happened! No sirens, no cops—absolutely nothing! But when a senior citizen, male, employee approached me—I froze in my steps, as Maribeth pushed her cart past me and smiling from ear to ear.
“Welcome to Home Depot. Can I help you find something?”
“Yes,” I gasped, nervously. “My husband asked me to bring in this broken, triggerless Troybilt nozzle, so I could get a replacement for it. I didn’t want to do it. Honest.”
The gentleman smiled, raised his eyebrows and then looked down into my basket and said, “Follow me, please.”
I followed him, as Maribeth rolled past me, again—wearing a grin.
“We don’t carry Troybilt,” He said, as he reached down and picked up the black nozzle from inside my basket. “This is a different brand, but I am sure that it will work. See? They are the same size with the same fittings.” He then handed me the new water gun— with a trigger. “Just as a reminder, Ma’am—don’t ever point this thing at a person.”
“I won’t. I promise.” Then I immediately went to the checkout counter, and got out of there as fast as I could. I was so relieved! While waiting outside the store, for Maribeth, I phoned Tony, but got the answering machine instead. “Tony, it’s Nancy. I went to Home Depot and I’m in jail. Not really, I have your new water pistol. You’re off the hook. Love you, Nancy.”
P.S. Kinky just called from Port Aransas and he is looking forward to tonight's show!
“Hi Carol,” I said. “Did you get a new-old car?”
“Yes,” Carol answered. “I love it! It’s a 1992 Toyota Corolla and it gets thirty miles to the gallon! And, I decided to take your Feng Shui advice, about bonding with it, so I named it Ruby—Ruby Red. We’re buds!”
“I’m jealous,” John said. “Carol got a great deal on it, too.”
“I’m jealous, too,” I said. “Congratulations, Carol. I like what you named her. It’s good.”
“Guess where I’m going on vacation?” Carol said, wearing a grin.
“Kerrville?” I said. “Fredericksburg?”
“Costa Rica!” Carol said. “My friend, Lori and I are going in a few weeks—to hike, scuba, etc.! I’ve never been there.”
“Where in Costa Rica?” I asked, even though, I knew very little about that country.
Carol laughed. “I don’t know,” She said. “I really don’t know the name of the place, but I do know the city has a smoking volcano, and our hotel is real close to it, and we will have a great view of it—and it’s really, really cheap.” She and I both started laughing.
“I’m sure it is. I’ll bet the rooms have lava lamps, too.” I said. “Shoot, they ought to pay you to stay in a room with a view—of a smoking volcano?” I started laughing, again. “Carol, you’re brave. I wouldn’t be able to sleep a wink, in a room near an active smoldering volcano—heck, I’m even scared to go out and take a nap in Outer Space.”
“I’ll send you an e-mail of the place,” Carol said. “You will love it.”
“Great,” I said. “I’m sure that y’all will have a blast—literally! Be sure to bring me back a lava lamp.” Carol laughed and then she took off laughing, as she went to go walk some dogs.
This morning, when I was fixing to go to Kerrville with Maribeth, Tony asked me to please go by Home Depot, to pick up a replacement nozzle, for his Troybilt pressure washer. I told him that I would be glad to do it for him. Boy, was I ever wrong about that.
When I was ready to take off for Kerrville, Tony walked me to Buttermilk, opened the door for me to get inside, and then he handed me the broken old nozzle, so I could take it inside the store, to make sure that I matched it up—and looking at it—made me sick. “Tony,” I said. “I can’t walk into Home Depot with this thing!”
“Why?”
“It looks like a gun! And, it says right here on the nozzle, ‘Warning! Never point this at anyone!”
“Nance,” Tony said. “It doesn’t have a trigger—it broke off. And, it means never point it—when it is shooting water out of it. I need to replace it. Please go to Home Depot. We need it, so we can pressure wash the dog houses, before Daniel paints them. Please?”
“Okay, I’ll do it, but I am not real happy about doing this,” I said. “And Tony, if I get arrested—we’re talking divorce and you had better bail me out of jail—fast. I’ve never been in jail.” As I drove away, I watched in Buttermilk’s rearview mirror—Tony, Daniel and Aaron laughing.
When I arrived at the Lodge to pick up Maribeth, she was standing at the gate and was ready to go, but she made the mistake of asking me what was wrong. So, on the entire twenty two mile trip—I whined about not wanting to go to Home Depot or jail.
When we arrived at Home Depot I opened the back door and carefully picked up the weapon. “Maribeth,” I said. “I can’t walk into Home Depot with this—it looks like a gun.”
“Put it inside your canvas grocery bag,” Maribeth suggested.
“I can’t—I could get charged for carrying a concealed weapon—and hiding it in my HEB grocery bag. I really don’t want to do this.”
“Come on Nancy,” Maribeth ordered. “Nothing’s going to happen.”
I decided to carry it by its nozzle, so no one would think I was going to fire it. As we walked towards the entrance, I noticed several people watching us. “Maribeth, walk close to me,” I said. “So, people won’t think that two overweight, white haired, senior citizen women, would go into Home Depot carrying a gun.”
“Do you want a basket?” Maribeth asked. “I’m getting one.”
“Yes, please,” I said. Maribeth shoved a basket towards me. “I can lay it right here in the basket. I’m going straight to the first employee that I see and ask them to please help me find the replacement part. Wish me luck.”
When the second set of sliding doors opened for me to enter the store, I walked in pushing the basket, and nothing happened! No sirens, no cops—absolutely nothing! But when a senior citizen, male, employee approached me—I froze in my steps, as Maribeth pushed her cart past me and smiling from ear to ear.
“Welcome to Home Depot. Can I help you find something?”
“Yes,” I gasped, nervously. “My husband asked me to bring in this broken, triggerless Troybilt nozzle, so I could get a replacement for it. I didn’t want to do it. Honest.”
The gentleman smiled, raised his eyebrows and then looked down into my basket and said, “Follow me, please.”
I followed him, as Maribeth rolled past me, again—wearing a grin.
“We don’t carry Troybilt,” He said, as he reached down and picked up the black nozzle from inside my basket. “This is a different brand, but I am sure that it will work. See? They are the same size with the same fittings.” He then handed me the new water gun— with a trigger. “Just as a reminder, Ma’am—don’t ever point this thing at a person.”
“I won’t. I promise.” Then I immediately went to the checkout counter, and got out of there as fast as I could. I was so relieved! While waiting outside the store, for Maribeth, I phoned Tony, but got the answering machine instead. “Tony, it’s Nancy. I went to Home Depot and I’m in jail. Not really, I have your new water pistol. You’re off the hook. Love you, Nancy.”
P.S. Kinky just called from Port Aransas and he is looking forward to tonight's show!
Friday, June 27, 2008
The Apple Of My Eye!
This morning, I asked my dear friend, Maribeth, to ride with me to The Apple Store, at La Cantera—in San Antonio! She said, “Yes!”
We left the rescue ranch at 12:05. When we arrived at The Apple Store, it was packed full of all kinds of happy people, checking out the latest Apple products. Before we had taken ten steps into the store, we were greeted by the nicest young man, Ryan M.! After telling him the story of us not being able to connect to the internet—he took my iPod touch, and began pressing the buttons. “You’re connected.”
Then he started punching those cute buttons, and we went to the Safari, iTunes, GPS, Weather, Youtube sites, etc.! I was thrilled! Ryan talked to me about my problem of not being able to connect at the trailer, and then he asked me if it would be okay, for me to call our provider and ask them a couple of questions. I told him that I had forgotten to bring my cell phone, and that I also didn’t have their phone number handy.
Ryan walked us over to a new Apple computer, punched a few keys, and voila—we were at the Hill Country Telephone Co-op! He then found the phone number, and took his cell phone out from his pocket, and then offered to call them on his phone!
“No Ryan,” Maribeth said. “I’ve got my cell phone, please use it.” She handed Ryan her phone, and then he dialed their number. In less than a thirty second conversation—Ryan hung up. “They didn’t set up your wireless router. The problem has to be with your router. Let me go ask a ‘Genius.’ I will be right back.” Ryan then walked over to the “Genius Bar” and began talking to one of the many ‘Geniuses,’ who were busy answering questions, and solving techno problems. I was so impressed. Maribeth could not believe how friendly, polite and helpful the employees were at The Apple Store and that is when she told me that she wanted an Apple computer.
When Ryan returned to us, he was smiling, “It is definitely a router problem.”
“Do y’all have routers?” I asked. He shook his head, yes, and then Maribeth and I followed him over to the router section. “I’ll take that one, and I need to buy a couple of chargers.” We then followed Ryan over to the charger section of the store, and I took two of them. “I guess that I am ready to check out. Where do we go?”
“I can check you out right here,” Ryan said, as he pulled a small device out of his pocket. I handed him my credit card. While we waited for the machine to do it’s thing, he said, “Are you Cousin Nancy?”
“Yes,” I said. “That’s me. How’d you know?” I was surprised, that he had heard of me.
“You’re wearing a ‘Kinky for Governor’ hat. Please tell Kinky, that I asked all of my friends to vote for him, but I couldn’t, because I was only seventeen. I love that guy.”
We chatted a few minutes longer, and then we thanked him for his help and we left the store—to go home.
When I got home, I installed the new software, and then hooked up the new Apple router. It worked! Tony and I were finally connected to the internet using our iPod touches! We love our new toys and all I can say is, “I love Apple products! They Rule! and Maribeth wants a Mac now.”
P.S. Thank you, Ryan M.! Apple is lucky to have you working for them! Tony and I have to go play with our toys, now!
We left the rescue ranch at 12:05. When we arrived at The Apple Store, it was packed full of all kinds of happy people, checking out the latest Apple products. Before we had taken ten steps into the store, we were greeted by the nicest young man, Ryan M.! After telling him the story of us not being able to connect to the internet—he took my iPod touch, and began pressing the buttons. “You’re connected.”
Then he started punching those cute buttons, and we went to the Safari, iTunes, GPS, Weather, Youtube sites, etc.! I was thrilled! Ryan talked to me about my problem of not being able to connect at the trailer, and then he asked me if it would be okay, for me to call our provider and ask them a couple of questions. I told him that I had forgotten to bring my cell phone, and that I also didn’t have their phone number handy.
Ryan walked us over to a new Apple computer, punched a few keys, and voila—we were at the Hill Country Telephone Co-op! He then found the phone number, and took his cell phone out from his pocket, and then offered to call them on his phone!
“No Ryan,” Maribeth said. “I’ve got my cell phone, please use it.” She handed Ryan her phone, and then he dialed their number. In less than a thirty second conversation—Ryan hung up. “They didn’t set up your wireless router. The problem has to be with your router. Let me go ask a ‘Genius.’ I will be right back.” Ryan then walked over to the “Genius Bar” and began talking to one of the many ‘Geniuses,’ who were busy answering questions, and solving techno problems. I was so impressed. Maribeth could not believe how friendly, polite and helpful the employees were at The Apple Store and that is when she told me that she wanted an Apple computer.
When Ryan returned to us, he was smiling, “It is definitely a router problem.”
“Do y’all have routers?” I asked. He shook his head, yes, and then Maribeth and I followed him over to the router section. “I’ll take that one, and I need to buy a couple of chargers.” We then followed Ryan over to the charger section of the store, and I took two of them. “I guess that I am ready to check out. Where do we go?”
“I can check you out right here,” Ryan said, as he pulled a small device out of his pocket. I handed him my credit card. While we waited for the machine to do it’s thing, he said, “Are you Cousin Nancy?”
“Yes,” I said. “That’s me. How’d you know?” I was surprised, that he had heard of me.
“You’re wearing a ‘Kinky for Governor’ hat. Please tell Kinky, that I asked all of my friends to vote for him, but I couldn’t, because I was only seventeen. I love that guy.”
We chatted a few minutes longer, and then we thanked him for his help and we left the store—to go home.
When I got home, I installed the new software, and then hooked up the new Apple router. It worked! Tony and I were finally connected to the internet using our iPod touches! We love our new toys and all I can say is, “I love Apple products! They Rule! and Maribeth wants a Mac now.”
P.S. Thank you, Ryan M.! Apple is lucky to have you working for them! Tony and I have to go play with our toys, now!
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
May Day! May Day! Pierce Bronson Needs Your Help!
This afternoon, I returned Dr. Jim Jensen’s phone call. He is a fabulous, caring veterinarian, in the San Antonio area, and was hoping that we could help out this wonderful dog, who deserves a great home. Unfortunately, we are at capacity right now, but I offered to post his daughter’s picture of Pierce Bronson, along with his story. If anyone wants to adopt this fine fellow, please contact Lacy and call me. Our rescue ranch will help with Pierce’s travel expenses. Lacy wrote:
“My father, Dr. Jim Jensen, spoke to you earlier today regarding a sweet stray dog that we are trying to find a home for. I have included some information about him below, and I would be happy to answer any questions that you might have about him. Thank you so much for being willing to post his information for us. Sincerely, Lacey M.
Sweet Chow mix in need of a great home! Pierce Bronson is a black male Chow mix, that is middle-aged and weighs approx. 35 lbs. He was found by a good samaritan wandering the streets with an entire face full of porcupine quills! He was in terrible pain and was unable to eat or even close his mouth. Pierce was brought to my father, who is a vet, and was given emergency surgery to remove over 100 quills from his face and paws. In addition to that, he was very skinny and his coat was matted and full of burrs and stickers. He had to be almost completely shaved when he was groomed, so he is having a bit of a bad hair day right now! When his hair grows back he will look like an adorable black teddy bear.
Pierce has recovered well, and is so grateful for the care that he has received. He is a loving dog and he will make a great companion pet. He walks well on a leash and enjoys attention, but is just as happy to sit by your feet and hang out. Pierce is currently living at the clinic that my father works at and needs to find a new home as soon as possible.
He is neutered and gets along well with most dogs. Pierce also seems to do well with children of all ages. He is not great with cats as best we can tell, and therefore should go to a family without cats. Pierce tested positive for heartworms, but the clinic has agreed to treat him for free and he is happy and healthy in every other way. He tested negative for all other parasites and has been given all his shots.
This poor guy has suffered some major hardship, and he really needs to go to a family that will give him the love and attention that he deserves. He is looking for an owner with a huge heart that will give him a second chance at living a great life! Please contact me at laceybb78@hotmail.com with any questions you might have. Thanks!
“My father, Dr. Jim Jensen, spoke to you earlier today regarding a sweet stray dog that we are trying to find a home for. I have included some information about him below, and I would be happy to answer any questions that you might have about him. Thank you so much for being willing to post his information for us. Sincerely, Lacey M.
Sweet Chow mix in need of a great home! Pierce Bronson is a black male Chow mix, that is middle-aged and weighs approx. 35 lbs. He was found by a good samaritan wandering the streets with an entire face full of porcupine quills! He was in terrible pain and was unable to eat or even close his mouth. Pierce was brought to my father, who is a vet, and was given emergency surgery to remove over 100 quills from his face and paws. In addition to that, he was very skinny and his coat was matted and full of burrs and stickers. He had to be almost completely shaved when he was groomed, so he is having a bit of a bad hair day right now! When his hair grows back he will look like an adorable black teddy bear.
Pierce has recovered well, and is so grateful for the care that he has received. He is a loving dog and he will make a great companion pet. He walks well on a leash and enjoys attention, but is just as happy to sit by your feet and hang out. Pierce is currently living at the clinic that my father works at and needs to find a new home as soon as possible.
He is neutered and gets along well with most dogs. Pierce also seems to do well with children of all ages. He is not great with cats as best we can tell, and therefore should go to a family without cats. Pierce tested positive for heartworms, but the clinic has agreed to treat him for free and he is happy and healthy in every other way. He tested negative for all other parasites and has been given all his shots.
This poor guy has suffered some major hardship, and he really needs to go to a family that will give him the love and attention that he deserves. He is looking for an owner with a huge heart that will give him a second chance at living a great life! Please contact me at laceybb78@hotmail.com with any questions you might have. Thanks!
Help Me, Ronda!
A week ago, today, after Woody’s and Rose’s visit, I decided to use up a little more of my government stimulus check, because I am almost certain, thanks to Publisher’s Clearing House last personal note to me—that I am going to be a $25,000.00 winner!
Seriously, their last note told me to be expecting them soon—at my front door. I can’t wait, in fact, I have already decided to officially accept their check to me in Outer Space! “Live, from Outer Space, we present Cousin Nancy with her winning check for $25,000.000!”
It was around eight o’clock, when I was at Apple.com, that I ordered the Apple iPod touch! Just as I had clicked the check out button, Tony came into the kitchen and said, “Are you still looking at the ipod touch?”
“Nope,” I answered. “I just bought one, and it will arrive Tuesday, the 24th—engraved with my name on it.” Tony left the room.
Friday afternoon, around two o’clock, Tony went into Outer Space, to tell me that he had just ordered an iPod touch, too, but his was not scheduled to arrive until Wednesday, the 25th.
Later that evening, I went to the Fed Ex web site to track our iPod touches. “Tony,” I said. “My iPod has left the plant, and is now in Shanghai, China, and yours is still at the plant, in a word I can’t pronounce, China.”
Saturday morning, “Tony,” I said. “My iPod is now in Anchorage, Alaska, and yours is in Shanghai, China!”
Sunday morning, “Tony,” I said. My iPod is now in Memphis, Tennessee and yours has left Anchorage, Alaska.” And, that is when I realized, I had turned into a FedEx tracking commentator—following every move, of our new, soon to be toys.
Monday morning, “Tony! Your ipod left Memphis, Tennessee, late last night and our ipods met up in San Antonio around two in the morning. And, they are now on a FedEx truck in Kerrville for delivery—today!” Tony was ecstatic with my news!
Around eleven o’clock that morning, Kinky called. “Tony, I think your iPods just arrived here. There’s something about Blue Tooth?”
Tony and I jumped into Buttermilk and went over to the Lodge! When we walked into the kitchen, Kinky was on the phone, doing a telephone interview, and he waved at us. Then he left the kitchen and went back into his office. Tony and I looked at the kitchen table, where Kinky usually leaves stuff for us—no FedEx packages! Then we went into the ‘great room’ and looked around—no packages! “Tony, where are they?” I whispered. “I’ve carefully tracked those iPods, all of the way from China, Alaska, Memphis, San Antonio, to Kerrville, and now we can’t find them!”
Kinky hung up his phone and walked into the ‘great room’, wearing a smile on his face.
“Kinky,” I said. “Where are our iPods?”
“What iPods?” he said, casually.
“Kinky!” I said.
Kinky left the ‘great room’ and we followed him into his bedroom. He went to his suitcase, opened the lid, and picked them up. “Is this what y’all are looking for?” Then we all laughed. “I got ya!”
Tony and I went to the kitchen, and opened up our packages! They were beautiful! Kinky invited us out to the Friedman Family Bone Orchard for a visit, and since, we didn’t know how to work our new toys—we went outside with him. After a fun visit, we went home, when his phone rang, for another Kinky interview.
When we got home, we quickly read the instruction manuals carefully, and followed the directions carefully. After doing everything it had told us to do—we turned them on!
“Hello, Houston. We’ve got a problem!” Our iPods would not connect us to iTunes, Safari, the GPS or anything else! ‘Help me Ronda,’ should have been the next song to play on my old iPod, but it didn’t, because I don’t have it on my play list! Instead, it played, ‘Don’t Worry Be Happy’ by Bobby McFerrin. Tony and I were like two little kids at a candy store—with no candy.
We then started over with our iPod touches, doing everything the directions told us to do—but no cigar—no nothing. I then went online to Apple troubleshooting—and it was all too confusing for me. I am not real good at high tech stuff.
Yesterday morning, after Tony and John had finished feeding the dogs, and cleaning their pens, Tony came inside the trailer and I dialed The Apple Store. We were immediately helped, by a friendly, patient service technician, and she spent over twenty minutes with us, trying to solve the problems—but, at the end of our conversation, she suggested that we first go to a nearby Star bucks, which is a ‘hot zone’ to see if we could connect to the internet from there. Then, she asked us to call her back, and we would proceed from there.
Tony and I jumped into Buttermilk and drove to the only Starbucks in Kerrville, Texas!
I have been to a Starbucks only once in my life, and that was in San Antonio, years ago, before a protest. Tony has never been to a Starbucks, so when we arrived at Starbucks, Tony and I ordered two small coffees, and then we sat down at a small round table in the corner. We quickly turned on our iPod touches, and they worked! Hello, Safari, hello iTunes, hello GPS! We were so happy—like two senior citizens, using their senior discount cards, at the movies, for the first time!
We stayed at Starbucks for about thirty minutes, and that is where, we fell in love with our new handheld computers! When we arrived back home, I booted my iPod, hoping that it might just work—nope. It showed I had a Linksys signal, but it would not get me online. So, now after taking care of paperwork and returning phone calls, Tony and I are fixing to call Kimberly back at The Apple Store for more help.
I think the problem has something to do with our Linksys wireless router, and we will find out soon enough. Wish us luck!
P.S. Tonight's the Fort Worth Bonefit at The Flying Saucer at 8:00 pm!
Seriously, their last note told me to be expecting them soon—at my front door. I can’t wait, in fact, I have already decided to officially accept their check to me in Outer Space! “Live, from Outer Space, we present Cousin Nancy with her winning check for $25,000.000!”
It was around eight o’clock, when I was at Apple.com, that I ordered the Apple iPod touch! Just as I had clicked the check out button, Tony came into the kitchen and said, “Are you still looking at the ipod touch?”
“Nope,” I answered. “I just bought one, and it will arrive Tuesday, the 24th—engraved with my name on it.” Tony left the room.
Friday afternoon, around two o’clock, Tony went into Outer Space, to tell me that he had just ordered an iPod touch, too, but his was not scheduled to arrive until Wednesday, the 25th.
Later that evening, I went to the Fed Ex web site to track our iPod touches. “Tony,” I said. “My iPod has left the plant, and is now in Shanghai, China, and yours is still at the plant, in a word I can’t pronounce, China.”
Saturday morning, “Tony,” I said. “My iPod is now in Anchorage, Alaska, and yours is in Shanghai, China!”
Sunday morning, “Tony,” I said. My iPod is now in Memphis, Tennessee and yours has left Anchorage, Alaska.” And, that is when I realized, I had turned into a FedEx tracking commentator—following every move, of our new, soon to be toys.
Monday morning, “Tony! Your ipod left Memphis, Tennessee, late last night and our ipods met up in San Antonio around two in the morning. And, they are now on a FedEx truck in Kerrville for delivery—today!” Tony was ecstatic with my news!
Around eleven o’clock that morning, Kinky called. “Tony, I think your iPods just arrived here. There’s something about Blue Tooth?”
Tony and I jumped into Buttermilk and went over to the Lodge! When we walked into the kitchen, Kinky was on the phone, doing a telephone interview, and he waved at us. Then he left the kitchen and went back into his office. Tony and I looked at the kitchen table, where Kinky usually leaves stuff for us—no FedEx packages! Then we went into the ‘great room’ and looked around—no packages! “Tony, where are they?” I whispered. “I’ve carefully tracked those iPods, all of the way from China, Alaska, Memphis, San Antonio, to Kerrville, and now we can’t find them!”
Kinky hung up his phone and walked into the ‘great room’, wearing a smile on his face.
“Kinky,” I said. “Where are our iPods?”
“What iPods?” he said, casually.
“Kinky!” I said.
Kinky left the ‘great room’ and we followed him into his bedroom. He went to his suitcase, opened the lid, and picked them up. “Is this what y’all are looking for?” Then we all laughed. “I got ya!”
Tony and I went to the kitchen, and opened up our packages! They were beautiful! Kinky invited us out to the Friedman Family Bone Orchard for a visit, and since, we didn’t know how to work our new toys—we went outside with him. After a fun visit, we went home, when his phone rang, for another Kinky interview.
When we got home, we quickly read the instruction manuals carefully, and followed the directions carefully. After doing everything it had told us to do—we turned them on!
“Hello, Houston. We’ve got a problem!” Our iPods would not connect us to iTunes, Safari, the GPS or anything else! ‘Help me Ronda,’ should have been the next song to play on my old iPod, but it didn’t, because I don’t have it on my play list! Instead, it played, ‘Don’t Worry Be Happy’ by Bobby McFerrin. Tony and I were like two little kids at a candy store—with no candy.
We then started over with our iPod touches, doing everything the directions told us to do—but no cigar—no nothing. I then went online to Apple troubleshooting—and it was all too confusing for me. I am not real good at high tech stuff.
Yesterday morning, after Tony and John had finished feeding the dogs, and cleaning their pens, Tony came inside the trailer and I dialed The Apple Store. We were immediately helped, by a friendly, patient service technician, and she spent over twenty minutes with us, trying to solve the problems—but, at the end of our conversation, she suggested that we first go to a nearby Star bucks, which is a ‘hot zone’ to see if we could connect to the internet from there. Then, she asked us to call her back, and we would proceed from there.
Tony and I jumped into Buttermilk and drove to the only Starbucks in Kerrville, Texas!
I have been to a Starbucks only once in my life, and that was in San Antonio, years ago, before a protest. Tony has never been to a Starbucks, so when we arrived at Starbucks, Tony and I ordered two small coffees, and then we sat down at a small round table in the corner. We quickly turned on our iPod touches, and they worked! Hello, Safari, hello iTunes, hello GPS! We were so happy—like two senior citizens, using their senior discount cards, at the movies, for the first time!
We stayed at Starbucks for about thirty minutes, and that is where, we fell in love with our new handheld computers! When we arrived back home, I booted my iPod, hoping that it might just work—nope. It showed I had a Linksys signal, but it would not get me online. So, now after taking care of paperwork and returning phone calls, Tony and I are fixing to call Kimberly back at The Apple Store for more help.
I think the problem has something to do with our Linksys wireless router, and we will find out soon enough. Wish us luck!
P.S. Tonight's the Fort Worth Bonefit at The Flying Saucer at 8:00 pm!
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
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