Thank you for finally calling Julianne out on making dances all about her while her partner just stands there and provides a pole for her to twirl around. Welcome to the program. Can we talk about why you gave such harsh (but warranted) criticism and then turned around and once again rewarded her with 7s? No? Ok.
Your faithful friend,
Emma
P.S. Could you please tell her to use some double-stick tape next time? The glittery thong that peeked out as the pants slipped was an unnecessary costume embellishment. thanks.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
My new favorite website!
Friends, this morning we made a wonderful discovery here at the Wuertz house. I found Sesame Street! I was curious as to whether or not it was still on TV (it is!), so I checked the cable menu and Sarah Beth and I watched it (well, she watched the first 10 minutes and then lost interest and resumed climbing all over a cardboard box). When it started, she was transfixed! She was in the middle of one of her DOZENS of laps around our big rectangular coffee table and she stopped, looked up at the TV, held out her hand and started babbling at whatever strange looking muppet was on the screen talking about what makes a triangle great! It was hysterical! She's never paid that much attention to anything on TV--it was like she looked up and saw the blue-furred little guy and went, "Hey! This is for me!" :)
She watched with serious interest for maybe 10-15 minutes then went back to playing. I, however, watched the whole thing and loved it! I had no idea how hilarious Sesame Street has become! The highlight of my day so far was watching James Blunt sing a duet called "My Triangle" (to the tune of his song, "You're Beautiful") with a muppet. My sweet friend Sarah (a preschool teacher) clued me in on the wealth of fabulous celebrity videos that can be found on sesamestreet.org and I've spent the last 20 minutes watching videos and wondering how these people do this with a straight face. Here, for your personal enrichment, are my favorites:
James Blunt singing "My Triangle"
http://www.sesamestreet.org/video_player?p_p_lifecycle=0&p_p_id=videoPlayer_WAR_sesameportlets4369&p_p_uid=df4a889a-157a-11dd-9bc7-777dea8a73e7
Dixie Chicks singing "There's No Letter Better Than B"
http://www.sesamestreet.org/video_player?p_p_lifecycle=0&p_p_id=videoPlayer_WAR_sesameportlets4369&p_p_uid=19fde7fd-1575-11dd-bb51-597ab51d2e81
Anderson Cooper (my "Silver Fox Crush") broadcasting from Oscar's trash can with "Dan Rathernot" and "Walter Cranky"
http://www.sesamestreet.org/video_player?p_p_lifecycle=0&p_p_id=videoPlayer_WAR_sesameportlets4369&p_p_uid=86730c18-154b-11dd-8ea8-a3d2ac25b65b
Ken Jennings (from Jeopardy) wins a date with a pineapple
http://www.sesamestreet.org/video_player?p_p_lifecycle=0&p_p_id=videoPlayer_WAR_sesameportlets4369&p_p_uid=72ed3da9-156a-11dd-bb51-597ab51d2e81
She watched with serious interest for maybe 10-15 minutes then went back to playing. I, however, watched the whole thing and loved it! I had no idea how hilarious Sesame Street has become! The highlight of my day so far was watching James Blunt sing a duet called "My Triangle" (to the tune of his song, "You're Beautiful") with a muppet. My sweet friend Sarah (a preschool teacher) clued me in on the wealth of fabulous celebrity videos that can be found on sesamestreet.org and I've spent the last 20 minutes watching videos and wondering how these people do this with a straight face. Here, for your personal enrichment, are my favorites:
James Blunt singing "My Triangle"
http://www.sesamestreet.org/video_player?p_p_lifecycle=0&p_p_id=videoPlayer_WAR_sesameportlets4369&p_p_uid=df4a889a-157a-11dd-9bc7-777dea8a73e7
Dixie Chicks singing "There's No Letter Better Than B"
http://www.sesamestreet.org/video_player?p_p_lifecycle=0&p_p_id=videoPlayer_WAR_sesameportlets4369&p_p_uid=19fde7fd-1575-11dd-bb51-597ab51d2e81
Anderson Cooper (my "Silver Fox Crush") broadcasting from Oscar's trash can with "Dan Rathernot" and "Walter Cranky"
http://www.sesamestreet.org/video_player?p_p_lifecycle=0&p_p_id=videoPlayer_WAR_sesameportlets4369&p_p_uid=86730c18-154b-11dd-8ea8-a3d2ac25b65b
Ken Jennings (from Jeopardy) wins a date with a pineapple
http://www.sesamestreet.org/video_player?p_p_lifecycle=0&p_p_id=videoPlayer_WAR_sesameportlets4369&p_p_uid=72ed3da9-156a-11dd-bb51-597ab51d2e81
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Just me and Oprah...
Apparently Oprah has recently come out and told the world that her thyroid gland is ruining her life. Since I don't usually watch (unless you count the clips of screaming women they run on The Soup) I don't know what her deal is, but I feel somehow emboldened by her courage and want to confess to the world: I too have been held hostage by this evil dictator of a gland. Seriously. Who knew such a little buttface of a gland could wreak such havoc? Well, besides sweet Dr. Persons, and his Holy Spirit "hunch."
Though I wasn't having any weird symptoms originally, he threw in a bonus thyroid panel in labwork that was run a few days before everything else went haywire and I had a somewhat dramatic induction and early delivery of Sarah Beth. The results were majorly wonky, but other things were wonkier at that point and the thyroid took a back seat for several months. The watch-and-see-if-it-goes-away-on-its-own (it didn't) approach lasted through the summer, then Dr. Persons finally washed his hands of me and sent me to an endocrinologist to get straightened out. Two weeks before we moved I was able to get into an endocrinologist who told me that my thyroid had become overactive (when I asked why/how all I got was a shoulder shrug...apparently it just "happens sometimes.") and the most effective course of treatment was to "shut it up" using radioactive Iodine treatment. Pretty much all that entailed was swalling a carefully calculated dose of a medicine that would get me tackled by airport security if I traveled too soon afterward, which would basically kill off (permanently) a portion of my thyroid gland. The most complicated part was that I was supposed to keep out of "close contact" with others for about a week...which is tough to explain to an 8-month-old who just wants to be held. The upside is that it's a one-time, usually foolproof way to turn off the hyperactivity. The downside is that they almost always kill off a little too much which eventually make you hypo-thyroid (underactive this time) meaning you get to take meds to bring you back to normal every day for the rest of your life. Awesome.
OK. So treated with Iodine in August. I was told it usually takes a few months to work, so as long as I wasn't having any major symptoms, I should just have labwork done in 2 months after we'd moved to Ohio to check and see how far the levels had fallen, and at that point they'd decide whether or not to put me on the drugs. Labwork was run in October and the result was that yes, my levels were falling (and rising--there are several different hormones they look at and some rise and some fall and I can't remember which is which) so we knew the treatment did its job, but they liked to have at least 2 data points to compare before they start dosage of the synthetic thyroid drug--I had to have it rechecked in a few months and if it was pretty close to what it was in October then we'd know it was pretty much done shrinking, whereas if the 2nd blood draw showed a significant difference one way or the other we'd need to keep watching-and-seeing before we could determine a correct dose because things were still working themselves out. That was the longest sentence in America. Sorry, ya'll. It's late and that's just how I type. :)
November 2008: The Funk arrives. All of a sudden, here come the symptoms of hypothyroidism that I had blessedly somehow avoided up to this point. For the last 2 months, The Funk has taken over my life and made some interesting changes to include:
--fatigue. Now, up until this point I never answered the "fatigue?" question with a yes because I figured that all new moms were just constantly tired and that my particular tiredness could mostly be attributed to the stress of moving coupled with staying up too late playing on the computer. I have now reached the point where I know the difference between normal, partially self-imposed tiredness and chemical, can't-physically-make-it-through-the-day-without-a-nap fatigue.
--muscle weakness. This was also a bit of a shocker for me because it's advent coincided with the purchase of a set of "The Firm" workout dvds which I actually enjoyed doing. :) My favorite was the strength one because I was always sore afterward, but it was the good sore where you know you worked hard. However, even on days when I didn't do the workouts my muscles would still feel tired. I knew the DVDs were working, though, because after a few weeks, they got easier to do (I was getting stronger). We traveled for Thanksgiving and I didn't work out for over a week. During that week I started noticing that even though I hadn't used my muscles in the same way, they were still really tired--like I had to take a break and let my arm dangle halfway through brushing my teeth because my shoulder couldn't hold my arm up and sustain the pressure needed to adequately press the toothbrush onto my teeth to scrub. OK, so this wasn't "wow, that workout was so awesome that I can't raise my arms" tired--this was "wow, my shoulder got so tired that I just had to take a break while blowdrying my hair" tired. Not normal. I had a few close calls with slipping and falling down the stairs because my legs were a little unsteady (our new house is 2-story), which is scary when carrying an infant. I now go granny-slow up and down them while white-knuckling the handrail whether I'm carrying anything or not. My back muscles tire and ache (I'm guessing just from the stress of supporting my frame) when I stand or walk anywhere after about 5 minutes. Again, not normal.
--cold intolerance. This one is funny for several reasons. It's funny (and normally could possibly be explained away) because it also coinciced with fall/winter and a move from Florida to Ohio. It's also funny because up until November I was ALWAYS HOT. ALWAYS. I was thrilled to move to a cold climate because I thought maybe then there would be a few months out of the year where I wouldn't sweat like a horse. All of a sudden it was like a switch flipped and I was ALWAYS COLD. ALWAYS. It's one thing to be cold because it's really cold outside. It's another for Emma Wuertz to be sitting here typing this in a house where the digital thermostat reads 70 degrees--and I'm wearing a long-sleeved shirt, a fleece pullover, the fleece lining out of my new winter coat that I got for Christmas (YAY!), fleece pants, socks, and a have a heavy blanket over my lap. Seriously folks. My flip flops haven't seen the light of day in months. The bonus here is that I've bought myself a whole new sweater wardrobe, which is fun because all my life I've been too hot to wear sweaters! :) The downside is that our gas bill for last month was $161 (because if we lower the thermostat any lower my teeth will chatter) and that I'm constantly scared I'll roast my child to death because I dress her as if she's as cold as me when she's probably comfortable in our 70 degree house in just a long-sleeved onesie without the fleece hoodie. :)
--loss of appetite. This one has been the most shocking. I have never in my life voluntarily skipped meals. My problem has been the opposite--even if I wasn't technically "hungry," I'd eat just because it was lunchtime or I'd finish the fries just because they were sitting there. The genuine lack of hunger coupled with the fixing-and-eating-lunch-would-cut-into-my-precious-naptime attitude of late means I'm down to 1, sometimes 2 small meals a day and zero snacks. The super sucky part of this classic symptom of hypothyroidism is that it almost always comes with a precipitous drop in metabolic rate--meaning even though I'm eating less than I ever have in my life, I'm not losing a single pound. Double awesome. Here's a serious confession to prove my point: I love mint M&Ms. I love them. As they're only around at Christmas and some years are hard to find, I tend to hoard them and stock up when I see them because I'm sure that they'll soon disappear and I'll have to wait til next year to taste their minty goodness again. Last Christmas I'd buy a bag or 2 every time I went to the commissary, you know--just in case they ran out...well they never did. At one point in January I went through my china cabinet where I had them all hidden and counted over 2 dozen bags. I was nusing/pumping/sleeping almost never at that point and I'd eat them to stay awake at all hours of the day or night (several of you can attest to seeing/smelling me eating them to stay awake in church :)) and I would literally go through a bag a day. Gross, I know. This is me being transparent. :) Well I've been trying to "do better" so I haven't amassed quite that many (I'd count, but that would mean I'd have to get out of this chair and leave my little warm bubble, so that's not happening :)) or eaten them with such gusto, and I have a bag opened and stashed in my side table, but that particular bag has been open for over a week. A week! I know NORMAL people can actually make candy last that long, but even on my best "dieting" days that was basically an impossibility with me. Bottom line: eating W-A-Y less (and better for me food!) than ever before in my life while managing to slowly regain almost all of the 28 lbs I put on while pregnant--and then lost the first week and a half after delivery. Definitely not awesome.
This brings us to today. Today I had another thyroid panel run and it seems my levels have finally evened out so tomorrow I get to pick up my drugs!!! I am SO EXCITED!!! It feels like between The Funk and moving and post-baby junk and blood pressure junk and being pregnant that I haven't felt "normal" in a year and a half...and I LONG to just feel NORMAL! So, while I don't usually get all transparent and open on the internet (as a blog-stalker myself I can attest to the fact that you don't know who reads this stuff! :)), here's my plea for all of you, whoever you are. Would you please pray with me:
--that the Lord would use this medicine to bring back the "normal" so I can be a better mom and wife than I have been in the last 2 months specifically.
--that He'd do it quickly :) as Mark's going TDY for 2 weeks pretty soon and mommying with The Crud is hard enough even when I have him around to help for a few hours every day. Doing it without him for 2 weeks will definitely take the Lord's strength, which I know He'll give--partially in the form of a visit from my sweet mama to help out. :)
--that if/when He brings me out of The Crud, He'll help me remember when necessary what it feels like to be totally dependent on Him to get through the day and that I will be thankful for this time and that it taught me that truth. This has been a hard lesson to learn, specifically for a girl who NEVER asks for help from ANYONE, :) but He knew that I needed to be physically shut down in order to remember what true reliance on Him looks like and I praise Him for using this time in my life in that way.
Sorry, ya'll. :) I know it's disappointing that this post contained neither humorous fluff nor cute baby pictures. :) I'll do better next time. :)
Though I wasn't having any weird symptoms originally, he threw in a bonus thyroid panel in labwork that was run a few days before everything else went haywire and I had a somewhat dramatic induction and early delivery of Sarah Beth. The results were majorly wonky, but other things were wonkier at that point and the thyroid took a back seat for several months. The watch-and-see-if-it-goes-away-on-its-own (it didn't) approach lasted through the summer, then Dr. Persons finally washed his hands of me and sent me to an endocrinologist to get straightened out. Two weeks before we moved I was able to get into an endocrinologist who told me that my thyroid had become overactive (when I asked why/how all I got was a shoulder shrug...apparently it just "happens sometimes.") and the most effective course of treatment was to "shut it up" using radioactive Iodine treatment. Pretty much all that entailed was swalling a carefully calculated dose of a medicine that would get me tackled by airport security if I traveled too soon afterward, which would basically kill off (permanently) a portion of my thyroid gland. The most complicated part was that I was supposed to keep out of "close contact" with others for about a week...which is tough to explain to an 8-month-old who just wants to be held. The upside is that it's a one-time, usually foolproof way to turn off the hyperactivity. The downside is that they almost always kill off a little too much which eventually make you hypo-thyroid (underactive this time) meaning you get to take meds to bring you back to normal every day for the rest of your life. Awesome.
OK. So treated with Iodine in August. I was told it usually takes a few months to work, so as long as I wasn't having any major symptoms, I should just have labwork done in 2 months after we'd moved to Ohio to check and see how far the levels had fallen, and at that point they'd decide whether or not to put me on the drugs. Labwork was run in October and the result was that yes, my levels were falling (and rising--there are several different hormones they look at and some rise and some fall and I can't remember which is which) so we knew the treatment did its job, but they liked to have at least 2 data points to compare before they start dosage of the synthetic thyroid drug--I had to have it rechecked in a few months and if it was pretty close to what it was in October then we'd know it was pretty much done shrinking, whereas if the 2nd blood draw showed a significant difference one way or the other we'd need to keep watching-and-seeing before we could determine a correct dose because things were still working themselves out. That was the longest sentence in America. Sorry, ya'll. It's late and that's just how I type. :)
November 2008: The Funk arrives. All of a sudden, here come the symptoms of hypothyroidism that I had blessedly somehow avoided up to this point. For the last 2 months, The Funk has taken over my life and made some interesting changes to include:
--fatigue. Now, up until this point I never answered the "fatigue?" question with a yes because I figured that all new moms were just constantly tired and that my particular tiredness could mostly be attributed to the stress of moving coupled with staying up too late playing on the computer. I have now reached the point where I know the difference between normal, partially self-imposed tiredness and chemical, can't-physically-make-it-through-the-day-without-a-nap fatigue.
--muscle weakness. This was also a bit of a shocker for me because it's advent coincided with the purchase of a set of "The Firm" workout dvds which I actually enjoyed doing. :) My favorite was the strength one because I was always sore afterward, but it was the good sore where you know you worked hard. However, even on days when I didn't do the workouts my muscles would still feel tired. I knew the DVDs were working, though, because after a few weeks, they got easier to do (I was getting stronger). We traveled for Thanksgiving and I didn't work out for over a week. During that week I started noticing that even though I hadn't used my muscles in the same way, they were still really tired--like I had to take a break and let my arm dangle halfway through brushing my teeth because my shoulder couldn't hold my arm up and sustain the pressure needed to adequately press the toothbrush onto my teeth to scrub. OK, so this wasn't "wow, that workout was so awesome that I can't raise my arms" tired--this was "wow, my shoulder got so tired that I just had to take a break while blowdrying my hair" tired. Not normal. I had a few close calls with slipping and falling down the stairs because my legs were a little unsteady (our new house is 2-story), which is scary when carrying an infant. I now go granny-slow up and down them while white-knuckling the handrail whether I'm carrying anything or not. My back muscles tire and ache (I'm guessing just from the stress of supporting my frame) when I stand or walk anywhere after about 5 minutes. Again, not normal.
--cold intolerance. This one is funny for several reasons. It's funny (and normally could possibly be explained away) because it also coinciced with fall/winter and a move from Florida to Ohio. It's also funny because up until November I was ALWAYS HOT. ALWAYS. I was thrilled to move to a cold climate because I thought maybe then there would be a few months out of the year where I wouldn't sweat like a horse. All of a sudden it was like a switch flipped and I was ALWAYS COLD. ALWAYS. It's one thing to be cold because it's really cold outside. It's another for Emma Wuertz to be sitting here typing this in a house where the digital thermostat reads 70 degrees--and I'm wearing a long-sleeved shirt, a fleece pullover, the fleece lining out of my new winter coat that I got for Christmas (YAY!), fleece pants, socks, and a have a heavy blanket over my lap. Seriously folks. My flip flops haven't seen the light of day in months. The bonus here is that I've bought myself a whole new sweater wardrobe, which is fun because all my life I've been too hot to wear sweaters! :) The downside is that our gas bill for last month was $161 (because if we lower the thermostat any lower my teeth will chatter) and that I'm constantly scared I'll roast my child to death because I dress her as if she's as cold as me when she's probably comfortable in our 70 degree house in just a long-sleeved onesie without the fleece hoodie. :)
--loss of appetite. This one has been the most shocking. I have never in my life voluntarily skipped meals. My problem has been the opposite--even if I wasn't technically "hungry," I'd eat just because it was lunchtime or I'd finish the fries just because they were sitting there. The genuine lack of hunger coupled with the fixing-and-eating-lunch-would-cut-into-my-precious-naptime attitude of late means I'm down to 1, sometimes 2 small meals a day and zero snacks. The super sucky part of this classic symptom of hypothyroidism is that it almost always comes with a precipitous drop in metabolic rate--meaning even though I'm eating less than I ever have in my life, I'm not losing a single pound. Double awesome. Here's a serious confession to prove my point: I love mint M&Ms. I love them. As they're only around at Christmas and some years are hard to find, I tend to hoard them and stock up when I see them because I'm sure that they'll soon disappear and I'll have to wait til next year to taste their minty goodness again. Last Christmas I'd buy a bag or 2 every time I went to the commissary, you know--just in case they ran out...well they never did. At one point in January I went through my china cabinet where I had them all hidden and counted over 2 dozen bags. I was nusing/pumping/sleeping almost never at that point and I'd eat them to stay awake at all hours of the day or night (several of you can attest to seeing/smelling me eating them to stay awake in church :)) and I would literally go through a bag a day. Gross, I know. This is me being transparent. :) Well I've been trying to "do better" so I haven't amassed quite that many (I'd count, but that would mean I'd have to get out of this chair and leave my little warm bubble, so that's not happening :)) or eaten them with such gusto, and I have a bag opened and stashed in my side table, but that particular bag has been open for over a week. A week! I know NORMAL people can actually make candy last that long, but even on my best "dieting" days that was basically an impossibility with me. Bottom line: eating W-A-Y less (and better for me food!) than ever before in my life while managing to slowly regain almost all of the 28 lbs I put on while pregnant--and then lost the first week and a half after delivery. Definitely not awesome.
This brings us to today. Today I had another thyroid panel run and it seems my levels have finally evened out so tomorrow I get to pick up my drugs!!! I am SO EXCITED!!! It feels like between The Funk and moving and post-baby junk and blood pressure junk and being pregnant that I haven't felt "normal" in a year and a half...and I LONG to just feel NORMAL! So, while I don't usually get all transparent and open on the internet (as a blog-stalker myself I can attest to the fact that you don't know who reads this stuff! :)), here's my plea for all of you, whoever you are. Would you please pray with me:
--that the Lord would use this medicine to bring back the "normal" so I can be a better mom and wife than I have been in the last 2 months specifically.
--that He'd do it quickly :) as Mark's going TDY for 2 weeks pretty soon and mommying with The Crud is hard enough even when I have him around to help for a few hours every day. Doing it without him for 2 weeks will definitely take the Lord's strength, which I know He'll give--partially in the form of a visit from my sweet mama to help out. :)
--that if/when He brings me out of The Crud, He'll help me remember when necessary what it feels like to be totally dependent on Him to get through the day and that I will be thankful for this time and that it taught me that truth. This has been a hard lesson to learn, specifically for a girl who NEVER asks for help from ANYONE, :) but He knew that I needed to be physically shut down in order to remember what true reliance on Him looks like and I praise Him for using this time in my life in that way.
Sorry, ya'll. :) I know it's disappointing that this post contained neither humorous fluff nor cute baby pictures. :) I'll do better next time. :)
Friday, January 2, 2009
2008 In Review
Sarah Beth went from this:
(early Jan 2008 - 4-ish lbs)
(early Jan 2008 - 4-ish lbs)
to this:
(mid Dec 2008 - 20-ish lbs!)
and from this:
(early Jan 2008 - finishing a 1-1.5 oz bottle was a triumph!)
to this:
(she eats pretty much anything, but her favorites seem to be peas and ham--she gobbles them up like I'm going to take them from her any minute!)
and from this:
(sleeping ALL THE TIME)
to this:
(She still sleeps well, but when she's awake she's standing on her own and almost walking and therefore NEVER sitting still :))
WHEW! :)
We can't wait to see what 2009 will bring! We are so richly blessed!
Sunday, November 23, 2008
My man and my girl...
...who in this picture kind of looks like a boy. :) They're both precious anyway. :)
Sunday, November 16, 2008
9 (but really 10.5) month well-baby update :)
OK everybody else posts the stats at their kids' well baby appointments, so I'm going to do the same because I'm crazy proud. :) With the move and the time it took to get set up with the hospital here with records and such, we just got in to do Sarah Beth's 9 month checkup this past week, even though she's already over 10 months old. I guess if you adjust for her prematurity, though, she really was around 9 months. Anyway, she weighed 18 lb 2 oz and was 27 inches long. Without even adjusting for prematurity, she was in the 21st percentile for her weight!!! I know the rest of you with your sweet chubby babies would be horrified at such a ranking, but we threw a party because she's catching up so well! At her 6 month check-up she had just barely (I think it was the 5th percentile) made it onto the "big girl chart" as our doctor called it (instead of the special "premature/very low birthweight chart that she'd been on), so a jump like that was really exciting to see! She's never been excited about eating, so ever since she was a 3.5 lb newborn, I've been obsessive about her weight and considered every gained ounce a personal victory since it's basically a full time job to get calories into her. Pardon me for a second while I pat myself on the back. :) She's babbling but still not really purposefully saying words, but her gross and fine motor skills are awesome and she's pretty much exactly where a 10.5 month old is supposed to be--even though technically she's only 9 months old!! WOO HOO!
Her favorite new activity--wrestling with the couch cushions (and leaving drool spots all over them in the process)
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Ode to Chick-fil-a
Yes, this is indeed a blog about Chick-fil-a. I love them. The more I learn about them, the more I love them. Here are my favorite reasons why:
--When you order a grilled chicken sandwich *plain* (that usually includes lettuce, tomato, and onion), they knock $0.30 off the price automatically so you're not getting charged for stuff you'd pick off anyway. Can anyone name any other place on the planet that does that?!? I noticed it recently when I watched a girl punch my order into the computer and I've been watching--they do it every time! This is amazing to me!
--On election night, they were giving out free chicken sandwiches to anyone with an "I voted" sticker. My mom and I decided to go for dinner and we literally could not get into the parking lot. The line of people was out the door and wound around the building.
--On Monday, if you bring in a church bulletin from the previous Sunday, another free chicken sandwich. It may just be that we have an especially wonderful franchise owner, so check with your local restaurant before you haul in your bulletin. :) Don't know if this is a company-wide policy. :)
--During the week after the windstorm that wreaked havoc the week we moved up here, I saw a news story about the local franchise taking hundreds of chicken sandwiches, drinks, and fries out to a neighborhood that was still without power and having a "blackout block party" to sort of boost morale and get the first couple hundred people who came by (whether or not they lived in that neighborhood) a free hot meal. How awesome is that?
--Styrofoam cups. I know they're not "green," but I can't help it. I will go out of my way to get a diet lemonade from Chick-fil-A (or a Diet Sprite from Sonic for the same reason--plus the crushed ice!) because the fabulous cup means I can sip it for hours without it getting all watery.
--They now serve peppermint chocolate chip milkshakes. I haven't actually tasted one (because I know that when I do, it's all over and I won't ever be able to turn one down ever again), but just knowing that such a thing exists right down the road from me makes me sleep better at night.
That concludes the embarrassing love-fest-in-honor-of-a-fast-food-restaurant portion of the blog. :)
Don't really have much other news. One note just for you, Jill: (and any anyone else who has ever frozen their patooties off in our previously cold house because I *was* the most hot-natured person in America) right now I am wearing FLEECE PANTS for the first time in my life, socks, a long sleeved shirt, and a fleece pullover...and I'm INSIDE! The digital thermostat says our house is 68 degrees, but I am FREEZING ALL THE TIME! It's truly amazing what a bout with hyper- and then hypothyroidism will do to your body's thermostat! I am so cold that I have actually considered purchasing one of those giant blankets with arms you see in comercials...what are they called? Snuzzies?
That is all. :)
--When you order a grilled chicken sandwich *plain* (that usually includes lettuce, tomato, and onion), they knock $0.30 off the price automatically so you're not getting charged for stuff you'd pick off anyway. Can anyone name any other place on the planet that does that?!? I noticed it recently when I watched a girl punch my order into the computer and I've been watching--they do it every time! This is amazing to me!
--On election night, they were giving out free chicken sandwiches to anyone with an "I voted" sticker. My mom and I decided to go for dinner and we literally could not get into the parking lot. The line of people was out the door and wound around the building.
--On Monday, if you bring in a church bulletin from the previous Sunday, another free chicken sandwich. It may just be that we have an especially wonderful franchise owner, so check with your local restaurant before you haul in your bulletin. :) Don't know if this is a company-wide policy. :)
--During the week after the windstorm that wreaked havoc the week we moved up here, I saw a news story about the local franchise taking hundreds of chicken sandwiches, drinks, and fries out to a neighborhood that was still without power and having a "blackout block party" to sort of boost morale and get the first couple hundred people who came by (whether or not they lived in that neighborhood) a free hot meal. How awesome is that?
--Styrofoam cups. I know they're not "green," but I can't help it. I will go out of my way to get a diet lemonade from Chick-fil-A (or a Diet Sprite from Sonic for the same reason--plus the crushed ice!) because the fabulous cup means I can sip it for hours without it getting all watery.
--They now serve peppermint chocolate chip milkshakes. I haven't actually tasted one (because I know that when I do, it's all over and I won't ever be able to turn one down ever again), but just knowing that such a thing exists right down the road from me makes me sleep better at night.
That concludes the embarrassing love-fest-in-honor-of-a-fast-food-restaurant portion of the blog. :)
Don't really have much other news. One note just for you, Jill: (and any anyone else who has ever frozen their patooties off in our previously cold house because I *was* the most hot-natured person in America) right now I am wearing FLEECE PANTS for the first time in my life, socks, a long sleeved shirt, and a fleece pullover...and I'm INSIDE! The digital thermostat says our house is 68 degrees, but I am FREEZING ALL THE TIME! It's truly amazing what a bout with hyper- and then hypothyroidism will do to your body's thermostat! I am so cold that I have actually considered purchasing one of those giant blankets with arms you see in comercials...what are they called? Snuzzies?
That is all. :)
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