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Pick your battles

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So I went to CVS this afternoon — my first time in a store since the New Year. And for all my online complaining, I totally forgot about the city’s new shopping bag tax. I bought a quart of Listerine and a water pik and when the  cashier asked me if I’d like to buy a bag, I reflexively answered, “NO!”

Because the principle of paying for bags just seems ridiculous to me. Sure I had more stores to visit and I looked like I just boosted half the oral hygiene aisle… but I was proving a point to the DC City Council (via a cashier none of them  will ever meet who probably laughed her ass off when I left the store).

Exhale.

I recognize that this measure is supposed to help the city become greener and raise money for the cleanup of the Anacostia River — both good things. I just do not heart it. That being said, I’ll either be going out real soon to buy some large reusable bags or I’ll be bringing my own ‘lightly worn’ plastic bags (I’ve been stockpiling them for years) with me when I shop. Because my little protest accomplished nothing except for making me look a hot damn mess.

I’m learning to pick my battles. Haha, and there’s nothing I can do about this.

‘Other chubby singles’? Why does my computer hate me?

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OK, I used to work in digital marketing… I understand contextual advertising, keywords, and cookies. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t wanna throw my computer out the window when my Facebook account asks me if I would like to meet ‘other chubby singles.’

Booooooooooo.

That’s it — no more blogging about bad dates. And also no more shopping at lanebryant.com.

Dear Homestead Suites in Auburn Hills, MI: You suck. Sincerely, me

On Friday I had my very own ‘who gon’ check me boo’ moment. I was seriously sitting in my hotel room thinking: “What ever happened to customer service?…”

Why? Check out the Facebook status below for the short version:

click image to see all the status comments

click image to see all the status comments

Here’s the thing: I know it was a small thing to be upset about, but my anger was borne out of the extremely poor customer service — not the fact that I didn’t have any batteries. My feet work. I could (and did) change the channel manually. But I could tell that this guy had just decided he didn’t want to help  me. Because he was an asshole. And that pissed me off. This douche told me that he couldn’t swap my remote control out because if they filled the rooms that were currently unoccupied, then when those people came they wouldn’t have batteries.

WTD?!?!?!? I’M HERE NOW! What the hell do I care whether people who may or may not decide to come to  your hotel have a working remote control if and when they arrive? Why aren’t you equally concerned with a customer who’s already in your establishment? Send someone up the street to the CVS and buy some. At least pretend that you’re trying to accommodate me.

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I called and went out to the front desk a total of 4 times. I couldn’t believe I was even having this conversation, but I wasn’t willing to let it go. On the way to the show that nite, I told the adviser at the school that I was playing that evening what happened so he’d know how his money was being spent…

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He apologized, promised he’d call them about it, and gave me some batteries to take back to the hotel.

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I took them with me when I left. Continue reading ‘Dear Homestead Suites in Auburn Hills, MI: You suck. Sincerely, me’

Good Times: Aren’t we lucky we have them?

Yeah so I’m cold.

Why don’t you turn on the heat, Erin?

Good question.

The answer: Because I can’t. My condo was refurbished from an old apartment building, so while it’s super cute and all the appliances were new when I moved in, I don’t have central air/heat. We have window units and radiators…

So just open the radiator, Erin.

Again, good suggestion.

My response: I could do that, but no heat would come out. A few weeks ago after a brief warm spell our property management company turned off the heat for the spring. And we can’t turn it on again because we were robbed by our previous property management company and as of right now are working on suing them and replenishing the reserve money they stole from us. In short, we cannot currently afford to turn the heat back on.

Yes, that is very project-ish — especially considering I pay a mortgage and association fees… I should not have to sit in my house with my oven open…

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But I’m doing it. And don’t you dare judge me… I’ll clean my oven when I thaw out.

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Sure the hat and scarf may be a little overly dramatic — but that’s what I do.

There are other factors contributing to my freezing my butt off and this cold I can’t get rid of. Reasons I won’t get into here. But I have a neighbors who are sick and many of us are wearing full-on winter outfits around the house and to bed (don’t worry about how I know ;). I have to go into the studio tonight and shoot 3 radio segments — I can’t breathe through my nose and I sound like crap. I know I sound like I’m whining, and I don’t mean it to come off that way. I was going more for PISSED OFF!!! Thank goodness for my Snuggies –  and the fact that my place isn’t very big. When I cook in the summer I often complain about how hot the place gets. Today there are no complaints.

My upstairs neighbor Rafeal laughed at me last week when I told him about my oven warming. He said he hadn’t heard about anyone doing that in years. Sure, I feel like I climbed right out of an episode of Good Times…

(Just looking outta the window…)

TV LAND GOOD TIMES

But it gets the job done.

Pissed, cold and congested,

E.

Facebook status gets Eagles employee fired — ain’t that some ish?

My boy Kenny sent me this article yesterday. I hadn’t heard about it. Crazy. What ever happened to the first amendment? I posted something very similar on my Facebook page and in this blog. What? Y’all gonna ban me from attending games this season–if I can even bear to?…

I hope dude lawyered up. Cause I’m sure this is illegal–or at least I hope it is. Maybe they sign some kind of contract or something when they’re hired to work at the stadium?!?… All I’m saying is you shouldn’t be able to fire someone for being a fan and loving your team so much they want to work for you. Disappointment is only natural when the real backbone, the captain of your team is so beloved in the city and still playing at such a high level. Gimme a break, Philly. You are trying my patience. Whatever y’all are trying to put together, it better be good. Really, really good.

From ESPN.com

A Facebook post criticizing his employer, the Philadelphia Eagles, cost a stadium operations worker his job, according to a story in Monday’s Philadelphia Inquirer. Continue reading ‘Facebook status gets Eagles employee fired — ain’t that some ish?’

Are you there, God? It’s me, EJ

I do not understand this.

I do not understand this.

What kind of God would allow this to happen? My faith in the inherent goodness of humanity has been shaken. It’s been a week and I just do not understand this. I’m having a hard time putting this post in the ‘GO EAGLES‘ category.

This is my protest. B Dawk forever!!!

This is my protest. B Dawk forever!!!

Hooray for trading away the heart and soul of the franchise. Way to go!

BARTENDER!?!?!!!!!!

Etta James done lost her damn mind…

Etta trying to drum up buzz for her Beyonce/Barack diss album

Etta trying to drum up buzz for her Beyonce/Barack diss album

***Etta James talking greasy (Listen)***

In case you haven’t heard this yet, Etta James was talking mad smack about President Obama and Beyonce. What is this old chick thinking? Barack isn’t her president? Kicking Beyonce’s ass? Etta you’re 71. “The bucket” is the only damn thing you’re gonna be kicking… Guess she’s just salty because she didn’t get to sing at the inaugural balls.

I love how classy Beyonce is in not making a statement. I have a girl-crush on her. Talk about ungrateful… If Beyonce hadn’t just played her in Cadillac Records, Etta James would just be another utterly irrelevant “sayer of nay” right now (shout to Michael S. ;)

In the words of the great philosopher Jill Scott, “Hate on hater.”

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EJ at the Eagles Game: A video blog… Kinda

I guess this counts as a video blog? It was something I decided to do last minute because I’ve never used the video option on my digital camera. Hope you enjoy the experiment ;) Oh and if you’re wondering why at about the 3:00 mark you hear me yell “And 1″ when the Eagles get a first down, it’s because sometimes I like to see if sports terminology will carry over and translate from sport to sport. During the first quarter I yelled it and Kenny looked at me like I was crazy. “I’m trying something new,” I said. “I know that’s the wrong sport. I just want to see if it’ll catch on.” Haha… not sure he believed me.

But I did know. Enjoy! ;)

PHI 3, WAS 10

So… I was able to score tickets to tonite’s Eagles/Redskins game at FedEx. I just happen to know a disillusioned Skins season ticket holder who’d had enough after the Cincinatti loss. Thanks so much Alvin!!! Even though their playoff chances are slim, I bet he wishes he’d come tonite.

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I went to the game with my “Sports & Home Repairs Boyfriend” Kenny. Since I don’t have a boyfriend of my own to fix things in my condo and go to sporting events with, I sometimes borrow my friends’ husbands… Kenny is a Giants fan. It would never have worked between us anyway ;)

I tell you one thing I’ve learned recently after having such great seats at the Eagles/Falcons and Lakers/Bucs games: I’m waaaay too out of shape not to be rich. We were running late this afternoon. In fact Kenny had to drop me off and then park so I wouldn’t miss kickoff. So I was kinda run/walking up the ramp… Do you have any idea how long and steep the walk up to the 400 section is? I’d much rather get into an arena and walk DOWN to my floor seats. I’m just saying. I can’t wait to make it big ;)

The photo below was taken early in the game while I was still optimistic about the outcome.  You can tell because the sun is still out… And the finger I have up is my thumb. Continue reading ‘PHI 3, WAS 10′

Analogies and exes… and I still don’t have my phone

Getting relationship advice from someone you used to date is like taking self defense classes from a man who used to beat you.

Yes it is. It’s just like that.

I was recently in a situation where I really liked a boy, but things didn’t work out quite the way I’d hoped. I was talking to an ex about it this afternoon and he gave me the old, “Well, you deserve to have someone who really wants to be with you and recognizes how special you are. You’re such a good catch… and don’t ever settle…” Blah blah blah.

And it took everything I had in me not to fire back with, “Someone who really wants to be with me, huh?… And recognizes how special I am?… Kinda like you did?”

I think we all have those platitudes we dole out to our friends to help them cope with difficult situations…

You’re too good for him/her

It’s his/her loss

He/she will realize what a big mistake they made… Watch

But most, if not all of it, is crap. Most times when relationships end it’s because one person just couldn’t see making a long term commitment to the other. Bottom line. And the last thing you want to hear at a time like that is the last person who made you feel like crap telling you what you need to do to find happiness. To complete my earlier analogy, it’s like sparring with the former abuser and having him tell you that all you ever needed was to learn how to duck.

“If you’d have learned to duck when we were together, I wouldn’t have given you so many black eyes. Now keep those elbows close to your body and open up that stance. We can’t have you getting hurt again…”

I know it may be a stretch, but I’m a fan of analogies nonetheless. I got it honest. If you knew my Pop you’d understand ;) All this to say, that I appreciate the effort, hon but considering the source — your pep talk was not the business.

It’s been 10-and-a-half hours since I lost my Blackberry.

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