the business of living.
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gfrancieI was looking for specific images on flickr (a great place for finding all kinds of old-fashioned pictures) and came across one of interest. The person who posted it had a number of other interesting photos of his family and with it came this whole complicated story about his family over several decades. He obviously admired his Father and adored the ever loving socks off of his Mother. What really struck me was interesting was a whole section devoted to one older sister who he referred to as "The changling". With assorted pictures he mentioned how he only had some copy of a picture and that "changling" sister was holding pictures as pawns in some family battle. It seems that this sister did some uncool things upon the death of another sister (one who had been this person's favorite of the three sisters) and all manner of chaos went down. It was a sort of rabbit hole of family drama being played out among family pictures in the arena of social media. I was completely fascinated. (it seems the hated sister is known for commenting now and then) The person who posts these pictures has lead a pretty interesting life and the family was obviously present for some interesting things. What was touching in all of his was his obvious love for his Mother and late sister. Then there was a love story. There was a girlfriend he had back in the early seventies (and from the photographs you can tell she was a knock-out. She looks as if she was incredibly sweet.) Then they broke up and then thirty-some years later they found each other again and got back together. She remains a beauty decades later. They now raise dogs together. I couldn't help but look through all these photos of this stranger and read about his life. It was a great documentation of American life through much of the twentieth century complete with the complicated emotions that come with the subject of family.
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So. The universe is telling me I should just give up wearing underwear. Or something. I ordered some underwear from Victoria's Secret at the beginning of the month. Nothing major. Just whatever. It isn't always feasible to go clothes shopping with small people, because clothes shopping isn't the most exciting thing in the world and sometimes it is just easier to order things online (especially when you know something is your size and what the fit will be like) and call it good. Only nothing showed up. I even gave things a few extra days due to the snow and all that jazz. Nothing. So I contacted them and said, "hey I never got my pants. What gives?" (and I believe it was sent through the US postal system which for all the bitching that goes on, has been pretty good to me. Seriously. Me and the US postal system are buddies. Even if my local office never has enough people working the counter, I forgive a lot) They apologize and said, "hey we will send you another package. And oh hey yeah three of the things you ordered are out of stock." Which is disappointing but I will live. It's underwear. Not Dior. They said they would even send it three day shipping. Hurray. Well nothing showed up. I checked the tracking number and it arrived last week at the UPS facility on the east side of Lake Washington. It's been sitting there. No clue what is going on. I sent Victoria's Secret another email. I admit I was getting a little sarky at this point. I said something about "I am having trouble getting underwear or there are local thieves who have a thing for underwear." Soooooooo they are now shipping it overnight and because the assorted delivery services are falling down on the job, they are sending me a 20 dollar gift certificate. I feel like they don't have to do that, I just want pants. But it is nice of them. So there you go. A story of customer service. Now let's see if the damn underwear shows up tomorrow. If it doesn't? Well then I will just give up and say, "Lady, the universe is telling you to be free like Mr. Humphries."
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So. The universe is telling me I should just give up wearing underwear. Or something. I ordered some underwear from Victoria's Secret at the beginning of the month. Nothing major. Just whatever. It isn't always feasible to go clothes shopping with small people, because clothes shopping isn't the most exciting thing in the world and sometimes it is just easier to order things online (especially when you know something is your size and what the fit will be like) and call it good. Only nothing showed up. I even gave things a few extra days due to the snow and all that jazz. Nothing. So I contacted them and said, "hey I never got my pants. What gives?" (and I believe it was sent through the US postal system which for all the bitching that goes on, has been pretty good to me. Seriously. Me and the US postal system are buddies. Even if my local office never has enough people working the counter, I forgive a lot) They apologize and said, "hey we will send you another package. And oh hey yeah three of the things you ordered are out of stock." Which is disappointing but I will live. It's underwear. Not Dior. They said they would even send it three day shipping. Hurray. Well nothing showed up. I checked the tracking number and it arrived last week at the UPS facility on the east side of Lake Washington. It's been sitting there. No clue what is going on. I sent Victoria's Secret another email. I admit I was getting a little sarky at this point. I said something about "I am having trouble getting underwear or there are local thieves who have a thing for underwear." Soooooooo they are now shipping it overnight and because the assorted delivery services are falling down on the job, they are sending me a 20 dollar gift certificate. I feel like they don't have to do that, I just want pants. But it is nice of them. So there you go. A story of customer service. Now let's see if the damn underwear shows up tomorrow. If it doesn't? Well then I will just give up and say, "Lady, the universe is telling you to be free like Mr. Humphries."
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Date: 2012-01-31 04:24 am (UTC)A Heap of Trouble (short film, NSFW)
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Date: 2012-01-31 04:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-31 01:45 pm (UTC)I'd blame underpants gnomes and then also say you're emulating a starlet by going without undies.
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Date: 2012-01-31 05:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-31 08:18 pm (UTC)Really, I like their cotton undies (I kind of keep it simple) and their shirts. Bu tthat's just me.
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Date: 2012-01-31 08:21 pm (UTC)The shirt look kind of comfy. (I was looking at Lands End today and those look good. You know... stuff you don't mind getting stains on when you are hanging with the kids)
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Date: 2012-01-31 08:28 pm (UTC)The nice thing is that it's pretty low maintenance with the shirts and sweaters, that is, normal wash and wear stuff.
I haven't gone for the GAP, but I've never cared for their stuff (I think that I'm kind of adverse because all the preppy kids wore it in high school and I have an aversion to beige).
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Date: 2012-01-31 08:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-31 08:43 pm (UTC)I used to hit up Old Navy a lot -- I liked their cargo pants and the carpenter jeans were pretty good for pockets. Now it's kind of meh, but I'm still wearing the same pants from ages ago.
I'm the type to wear something until it basically dissolves in the wash.
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Date: 2012-01-31 10:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-02 06:11 am (UTC)no subject
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