Friday, June 25, 2010

Call me crazy.

I've been ready to upgrade my iPhone for a while now, but just when I was ready to get the 3GS, Apple had to announce the iPhone 4. I bided my time, and when the new phones were available for pre-order, I reserved that puppy. The catch? I had until the end of business on June 24 to pick up the phone or I'd lose my reservation. Ordinarily I'd be more than willing to wait until the crazy rush died down, but vacation is right around the corner, and I really wanted the new phone (better camera! video! multitasking! reorienting maps!) for our travels. Besides, June 24 just happened to be the rare summer day without any obligations until dinnertime.

So that's how I found myself in the middle of this:Yep. At 7 a.m. I joined about 1,800 people in line at our local Apple Store to pick up an iPhone 4.

Soon after I arrived, store employees began distributing water bottles. Around 8:30 they were back, this time with chicken biscuits from Chick-fil-A. A manager made periodic visits to keep us updated. For instance, he told us that it normally took 5-7 minutes to complete the transaction, but with so many people buying phones, the wait could go up to 20 minutes. PER TRANSACTION. TIMES 1,800 PEOPLE. Around 9 a.m. the line stopped moving, but close to 9:30, the manager was back again to say that delay was caused by the West Coast's 7 a.m. opening. All of those California stores firing up their iPhones really slowed down the system. By the time the guy gave us that update, we were back to a 7-8 minute transaction time.

Along one nasty, unshaded stretch of the line, we had misters along the rail. Those helped, but it was still pretty warm by that time (10 a.m.). It would've been nice to have had some cloud cover, but we kept saying how glad we were that it wasn't raining. Heh.

Around 11:30 we rounded the corner so we could finally see the storefront. By that point, I was on my fourth bottle of water and was wondering why I hadn't thought to find some astronaut underwear for my wait. At least we had the big umbrellas. The store provided those, too. As people entered the store, they'd pass back the relief-giving umbrellas.

I finally got into the store a little after noon. These Apple folks certainly know how to deal with the masses. They kept us hydrated and fed, and as soon as we entered the store itself, gave us Jamba Juice. I had a hunch that right before they had to wait on us, they wanted to create a more docile, grateful crowd—instead of the angry, bitter, drowning-in-our-own-sweat mob that had been waiting in the Texas heat for 5 1/2 hours.

(By the way, soon after I took this photo, my line buddy directed my attention to the street just outside. It was POURING RAIN.)

To make a rambling story even more ramblingy, by the time we entered the air-conditioned store, time FLEW. Even though it still took about another half-hour of waiting inside, I had my A/C, my Jamba Juice, and more than a couple of gadgets in the store to play with.

By the way, not everyone waiting had pre-ordered a phone. There was a line similar to ours snaking its way around the opposite side of the building. One of those walk-in customers was allowed to enter the store for every five or six of us with reservations. That means their wait was at least five times longer than ours! One couple we saw inside had been waiting for 24 hours to get their phones without pre-ordering them. I was really thankful to be in the much faster moving reserved line.

After 5 1/2 hours in line, a 10-minute purchase/activation transaction and a quick trip to the restroom, I emerged from the store with this:

It IS a thing of beauty! (The actual phone, not just my home screen. Too sleepy to actually take a photo of the new phone itself.)

Would I have waited if not for vacation? No. Am I glad I have my phone now? ABSOLUTELY.

Some folks have reported reception issues (hasn't bitten me yet), but I LOVE this phone! The screen is ridiculously clear, and the few photos I've taken with it are far superior to the ones my old 3G could take (like the first two images in this post).

So far this summer, I have done two things I swore I was too old to do: go to a midnight movie premiere (WORTH IT!) and wait in a ridiculous line for some gadget. Even though there are easier ways to have bought the new phone, I'm thankful for the many people I got to visit with and observe—and for the Jamba Juice.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Six months.

Six months ago today, we lost our friend Tim. After dinner tonight, we walked out the restaurant's front door to see a full rainbow.

How beautiful to see that rainbow at this particular intersection.

How nice to know that God keeps his promises.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Good sports.

What a great day for sports!

I'm no soccer fan, but today's game winner was off-the-charts exciting—for a sport that's not Texas football, anyway. Plenty of things about the World Cup have annoyed me to no end (ties, bad officiating, those awful vuvuzelas, the ridiculous number of "injuries" that seem more like flops), but that U.S. goal was a thing of beauty. I yelled. A lot. Then I got on Twitter to see this:

USA! USA! USA! Everybody was all aTwitter about the big win—except the NBA.

Then there was TCU's come-from-behind win to stay alive in the College World Series. When I checked the score at church, TCU was trailing 7-2. By the time I got home and turned on the TV, the Frogs had closed the gap to 7-4. Then came the two-out, grand slam homerun. A two-run HR followed. Frogs win, 11-7. So exciting! It still makes me sick that my Horns aren't in the CWS, but I truly hope TCU can win it all—even if the Frogs are the reason UT's season ended in Austin.

Sidenote: I can barely type the word FROGS. I keep typing FRONGS. Anyway...

I didn't watch a single serve or volley of it, but today's marathon match at Wimbledon is a great story, too. Ten hours? 59-59 tie? Crazy!

Who would've thought I'd get so wrapped up in sports here in the off-season doldrums, still 72 days away from kickoff!

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

De-arking.

This is Ryan's bedroom with the decor we inherited from the previous owners. Since we moved into this house last September, we have not had time to make the room more teenager and less toddler.

Until now!

I've had this week on my calendar for months. With Ryan at camp, it's the perfect time to de-ark and repaint his room!

The plaid wallpaper came down like a dream. Step A: Peel off top layer. Step B: Soak paper backing with WP Chomp and wait a few minutes. Step C: Remove the backing. Easy!But Noah's Ark? Um, NO. Those cutesy bunnies, dolphins and elephants weren't going anywhere without a fight.

Well, that's not completely accurate. The border came right off two of the walls. Obviously, those two stretches of arks were put up correctly. The other parts of the border, however, had been attached to the wall using some kind of miracle adhesive. Why? Oh, how I'd like to know. WHY?!

After much scraping and the use of three different products, we ended up with this trail of tears. Since this part of the wall will be behind Ryan's bed and partially covered with posters (and since Ryan will be home Friday!), we decided to just paint over it.

And the result isn't as bad as I was afraid it might be! Of course, I'LL know the difference (and you will, too!), but from most angles, the Evil Mark of the Ark is hard to see.

So bye-bye, bunnies! After all that scraping, I'm pretty sure I won't be getting them out of my mind for at least 40 days and 40 nights.

Monday, June 21, 2010

A celebration of fathers.

After sending Ryan off to church camp, we paid a visit to Brett's dad to wish him a happy Father's Day. We love our Papa, so it was good to be able to spend a few hours with him.

It was also a treat to hang out with Brett's cousin Rick and Rick's son, Ben. Ben's baseball team had a tournament nearby over the weekend, so we got to visit with them in between games.

Father's Day got me to thinking about how much our fathers help shape us as children, so I dipped into the ol' archives for some pictures of us with our dads.

Brett and I both love this photo. He loves it because of the KISS T-shirt he's wearing and that his dad has on his Bell Helicopter work shirt. (Brett gets his incredible work ethic from his dad.) I love it because Nana still makes birthday cakes for us and takes our pictures sitting pretty much in that same spot!

These are my parents at Christmas 1967. That panda under the tree was my first Christmas present, but it would be another month before I'd be able to receive it!

Another photo I adore: Daddy with me at an airshow when I was 1 or 2. He shed his jacket, but he's still wearing his tie!

My dad loved to sing, and for a few years, he sang with a barbershop chorus and quartet. Barbershop music will always remind me of him. Certain church songs also make me think of Daddy ("It Is Well With My Soul," "The New Song," etc.). It's almost painful to hear them because I can remember him leading them so well.

Here we are in front of our fireplace during Granny and Papa's 50th wedding anniversary reception. I love that you can see the owl I made in school, the porcelain doll Daddy bought Mama in Gatlinburg, and the Mickey Mouse we bought at Disneyland in '78. And that fan. That fan was above our mantel for YEARS.

I miss Daddy terribly, but I'm so thankful for the 26 years I got to spend with him!

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Parting is such sweet sorrow.

Father's Day pix are on their way tomorrow, but first:


After church today we joined the throngs gathered outside the Café to say goodbye to our Camper of the Week.
Next Sunday Katie will be the one on her way to church camp, but this week it's Ryan's turn. He's in great company; we have a bunch of our high schoolers making the trip.

Within minutes of the group's departure, I wondered why I thought it was such a good idea for him to go. Of course, we know he's learning and growing closer to his Father while also building relationships with his brothers and sisters.

But we miss our boy!

Plus, while he's gone, I must switch into DIY mode. I absolutely HAVE to attack his bedroom's Noah's Ark wallpaper border that I've been promising to remove since we moved in. Yes, in September. (I KNOW!) There's much to be done before he returns on Friday.


Of course, that doesn't keep me from hoping the time flies until our fearless foursome is reunited!

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Happy Father's Day!

Since Ryan leaves for church camp tomorrow, we celebrated Father's Day a little early.

Brett was pleased to get The Wolfman DVD! When we signed up for Netflix a few weeks ago, that was the first movie Brett added to our queue. Knowing his history with monster movies, we decided this is one movie he needed in his collection.

Then he opened his cards from me, Ryan, Katie and Frisco:


Then he found the card addressed to "My Sweetheart":
At first he assumed it was another card from me,
but once he saw the litter box on the front, he realized the card had come from the other lady in the house who has a crush on him:
ChaCha!

Friday, June 18, 2010

Sixteen years ago today...

Brett and I got married in a simple ceremony in the Smithfield church building. I've blogged about our special wedding days before (see 2008 and 2007 for accounts of the traditional and the Vegas ceremonies), and as I've said previously, I'm blessed beyond measure to have married my best friend twice.

But for our anniversary today, I just want to recall some of the loved ones who shared our wedding day with us. Sometimes when I'm really missing my Daddy, I can't help but regret that he wasn't there for our big day. We picked June 18 for our wedding date because it was the day before Father's Day, and we thought that was a nice way to acknowledge him. But oh, how I wish he could've been there! Unfortunately, I've let that regret mar my memories of all the loving family and friends who were able to be there on that spectacular day.

with my mom

with Brett's family
(This photo really bugs me! Shouldn't Ryan, Katie, Emily and Adam be in there? I know, I know. But it just feels so incomplete!)

with our nephew and niece, Chris and Cara
(Ryan and Katie were candlelighters at Cara's wedding almost a year ago!)

with Aunt Berniece, Granny, Aunt Lois and Uncle Don

my girls with their Diet Cokes before the ceremony

and with their bouquets

our house party (mostly my cousins and their daughters plus a couple of dear family friends)

All of the kids below are now young adults:






I just love these photos of my family!In a way, it feels like Brett and I just got married, but when I see these photos, I can't help but think about how much has changed since 1994.

I could end with some line about how the one thing that hasn't changed is my love for my husband, but that really isn't true. After all the crises and celebrations, through the highs and lows we've faced together, my love for Brett has deepened in a way I never could've anticipated on our wedding day 16 years ago.

Happy anniversary, B. To borrow a wise man's words, if I had it to do all over again, I'd do it all over again.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Front Row Joe? More like Go No Mo'.

We're off to the movies tonight, which has become a rarer and rarer event for our family of film buffs. There aren't that many films these days that warrant the expense or hassle of going to a theater. All the talking and the texting make it hard to enjoy the film. (So THIS is what midlife is like!) Add to that our new Netflix subscription, and we just don't have the time. Even now that it's summer, it's still not that easy to carve out two hours to just sit and watch something in our own living room, much less in a theater

But before we morphed into old fuddy-duddies, we spent lots of nights at the local cineplex. In fact, when I moved here almost 20 years ago, our church singles group managed to see plenty of movies together. Many a night you'd find us at the dollar movie, singing along with Front Row Joe.

Remember this?

Or what about this one? (Embedding is disabled. Bummer)

A few years past our dollar movie days, Brett and I found ourselves at art houses whenever a new Woody Allen film was released. Then on one particularly memorable date, we got to see a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (1931) screening at the Kimbell. The museum was sponsoring a symposium on Karl Struss, so we were fortunate to hear about that cinematographer's work. We also made it a habit to catch the theatrical releases of any superhero movies that came along.

But lately, we'd rather enjoy an episode of The Big Bang Theory on our gameroom TV or watch a Netflix selection on the XBOX 360. While that may be a commentary on entertainment trends or just a fact of life in our 40s, it means our rare outing to the cinema can be a treat.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

"I can see clearly now, the rain is gone..."

Doesn't Ryan look handsome in his new glasses? His old ones were four years old and had survived basketball collisions and one particularly traumatic game of hide-and-seek. It's wonderful to finally get him a pair that fits him better and that aren't all wompy.

This afternoon was a fun one for me and Ryan. We picked out his new frames, checked out paint colors for his bedroom, bought camp supplies at Target, even managed to find our way to Sonic for happy hour. OK, so maybe all of those errands aren't on Ryan's Top 10 list, but I really enjoyed spending the time with my favorite son.