Redheads, Cooking and a Trip to Seattle

I got a rather amazing email the other day from Klout. I thought it was a spam mail.

They were offering me a 3 day, 2 night, all expenses paid trip to Seattle. You can hate me a little right now, I kind of do. I have no idea how I got this perk, other than I talk a lot and love the heck out of Seattle. And you can be there will be a TON of tweets and a blog post out of that trip.

So after I picked my traveling buddy (Boy Wonder is accompanying me on this quest. Chef is still in the middle of his 2 Year Challenge, or I’d be dragging him into this), I had to come up with an itinerary.

Not that I can’t travel without one, but I like to have a general idea of what we want to do, or we end up spending all our time staring at maps instead of experiencing something. And Seattle has a LOT to experience.

Boy Wonder has only asked for two things. One: Go on the Underground Tour. Two: Go to Gameworks. He says whatever else we do is fine.

Oh, son. You are too young to know that is probably not the best thing to say to your mother.

So I took to Twitter, which I often do when I’m trying to find a good restaurant or a suggestion for something to watch or advice on whether or not it’s a big deal that Chuck is wearing two different shoes. Somehow, after a lot of reading on the 2 Days in Seattle site….I found my plan.

Boy Wonder and I have never had a really nice restaurant meal. I mean, the nicest place we’ve ever been is Cheesecake Factory. For serious.

Plus, I’ve got some super secret culinary plans that I’ll announce sometime soon…promise….so this plan is perfect.

Plus, Tom Douglas is the first professional chef I ever met, his cookbook is one I read all the time (and have NEVER tried to cook from…I need to nut up, really) and he looks like a nice combination between my father and my brother. Plus, he seems like a nice man. (I can only speak to the five minutes I talked to him back in 2003…)

My favorite cookbook to read. Not cook from.

Plus, the hotel we are staying at is located in an incredibly convenient location, where all destinations in this plan are between 3 and 16 minutes away (walking).

So, while Boy Wonder and I are in Seattle for our incredible trip (thank you, Seattle Tourism Bureau), we will be hitting all 12 Tom Douglas joints. From Serious Pie (both of them….and it’s too bad we are going on a weekend they don’t have a class!) to Ting Momo to Etta’s.

I will have to run into Brave Horse by myself though – not that Boy Wonder isn’t mature enough, but he definitely cannot pass for 21.

I know we are in for a LOT of good food, a fancy meal (or two?) and a great time. Boy Wonder and I do love a challenge.

Better than an Oscar, IMHO.

So Tom? Congrats on your James Beard award this year, you totally deserve it. And I am very excited to finally be able to enjoy some of your food, instead of just looking through the window or reading your cookbooks.

And if you’re in town, we would love to meet you!

It’s Bout Day.

I always put my kneepads on first. Then my mouth guard, my elbow pads, my “Big Head Red” XXXXL helmet. (no, that’s not a typo. I have a big melon.)

I lace up my battered old skates with some seriously shredded laces and some sweet cupcake toe guards.

I tie on my cape and become a superhero.

It’s bout day. I skate for a team named FLASH, which stands for Fantastic League of Awesome SuperHeroes.

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I am not a very good skater. I’m a bit slow, I am not horribly agile….but for a moment, once a month during the season, I put on a cape and skate shoulder to shoulder with titans.

Women who juggle jobs and kids and fiancés and girlfriends and whole lives outside of derby, and then suit up and kick ass all over the flat track.

And I get to be one of them.

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Sure, I take off my skates and go home and have to deal with squabbling children or a messy house. But while I have my skates and my uniform on?

I am a celebrity, a rock star and invincible. (maybe not INVINCIBLE, but you get the gist.)

I almost quit this season. Life got to be too much and I lost faith in myself and my ability to keep up with my team and I slipped.

I stopped trying and lost sight of why I was doing this. Why I was skating. Why I put on the shorty shorts. Why I love roller derby.

It’s my team. They’re my family. I see them some weeks more than I see my fiancé. They know me cryin and broken on the floor, and they know skating brave and tall. They know how much roller derby terrifies me, and how I stand in the face of that anyway, because that’s how I roll. Literally.

I’ve been in a sorority (don’t laugh). I’ve been on numerous sports teams. I’ve been a part of a lot of things. None of them are quite like this. It’s like instantly growing 16 sisters who bicker and fight, yet support each other in ways that only family can. Unconditionally and without hesitation.

And that’s just one of the reasons I will be returning to roller derby as a skater next season.

Boom.

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A big thank you to charity:images and Kim Lincoln Photography for the derby shots <3

A trip to the DMV

11:59am: I have just entered the DMV with the hopes that I can renew my driver’s license. I brought Chuck with me because I am apparently brain damaged today.

12:00: I have been assigned number 296. They just called number 059 and 597. Either way, I should have packed provisions.

12:01: Chuck has become bored with the toy they have here, the toys she brought and no longer finds me amusing. In fact, I am horribly offensive…if I’m translating her screams correctly.

12:05: they just called 816. I want to go home.

12:07: a posse of men with pants at their knees and women with impossibly high heels and blindingly short skirts has entered. One of the girls is attempting to charm the desk man into letting them “cut in front of all these losers”. She is lucky I am too tired to get up and point out I can walk in MY shoes.

12:08: Chuck (the traitor) is now telling everyone who will listen that she wants to GO HOME RIGHT NOW.

12:09: I’m 90% sure that if I can get Chuck to scream some more, that more of these people will leave (four have already) and I can get this over with.

12:13: I have just realized I have to get a photo taken. I have not left the house in three days, and it shows. This will be an epic DL photo.

12:17: now serving number 057. And 611. I’m beginning to wonder if the desk guy is messing with me. There are not 240 people here.

12:21: Chuck has realized that her shrieking is falling on deaf ears and is quietly playing on the floor. Everyone is looking relieved. My evil plan has failed, but she’s quiet. I’m equal parts pouty and relieved at this turn of events.

12:23: there is a man sitting with his girlfriend/SO/wife/sister/chick who is SO BORED that he is pretending to shoot free throws and commentating for himself, including crowd sounds. His lady friend looks HORRIFIED.

12:25: there’s one of the dudes from the boat from Whale Wars here. He looks vaguely familiar. I am beyond caring at this point, but he is quite nice. Reminds me of that South Park episode.

12:26: there is a lady who has to be sixty (or older) with boobs that are far perkier than mine, who is dressed all in Abercrombie & Fitch. I am debating whether or not to start a petition banning anyone over the age of thirty from purchasing items in that store.

12:27: I stand corrected. She’s in Hollister.

12:28: holy dear sweet baby Jeebus in a manger in Bethlehem….they just called number 268. Oh, and it’s the Whale Wars dude.

12:30: 269!! WOOT!

12:32: wow. I don’t think that lady could have been any less enthusiastic about her job if she was in a coma. I feel like I just had really not-fun sex. Now, to wait to get my photo taken. Woo.

12:34: Chuck is now yelling “NO TAKING PICTURES! I WANNA GO HOME!” The lady at the desk is laughing and I’m pretty sure basketball man is about to explode, he’s trying to not laugh.

12:35: there is a man who has a Katy Perry ringtone in here and he’s dressed like a thug and for some reason I am finding this incredibly hilarious. Oh, and he’s carrying his lady friend’s enormous pink purse and I might die laughing.

12:41: they made me pin my bangs back because they covered my eyebrows. Omigod, that was by far the worst photo ever. I asked very nicely if we could retake it and he let me and the second one was worse.

12:42: I feel violated.

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Life Lessons at Chez Cupcake

As requested, here is another edition of things I have learned while living my life this past week:

1. Twelve year old boys in groups are loud as hell and will not listen to you for more than 8 seconds when you ask then politely 83 times to not scream at each other at 3am.

2. Three 12 year olds are fine. Four is ok. Six is complete chaos and you should just throw food at them and run.

3. When boys stay up all night, they will crash out in the middle of the day in very odd positions.

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4. Two year old little girls are HIGHLY unamused when they are forcibly removed from the middle of their big brother’s birthday because they have decided all dance parties are their parties.

5. Nothing is more awesome than a tutu.

6. Except maybe bubbles.

7. One can only blow bubbles for so long. No matter how long you can blow, it will always be insufficient for a two year old.

8. I am sometimes very impressed with my own skills.

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9. Nothing makes me quite as excited (except for my babies & Chef) as A new mouth guard, new toestops and a new helmet. Yes, I realize I am a giant derby nerd.

10. I will watch any movie with Jason Statham in it once. No matter how horrible it is.

11. My friends and my kids and my fiancé are some of the greatest people I know and they surprise me every day.

Hope y’all are having a great holiday season!

Dear Macy's, You're Disappointing.

What follows is the email I just sent Macy’s about the service experience I had at their store in the wee small hours of this morning.

It could have been the time of day, the fact it was Black Friday or any combo of those things, but unless something drastic changes, I’m DONE.

To Whom it May Concern:

I’m really disappointed, yet again, with your customer service. As I have been every single time I’ve gone into your stores since you bought out The Bon Marche.

I thought maybe after the last time ( where my fiancé and I went into your Bellingham home store and were the only people in there and we’re completely ignored by a pair of gossiping sales ladies and four other workers, who actually HID FROM US) or the time before that (when my mother inlaw and I went to buy socks and couldn’t find a register and when we finally did, the girl was on the phone and didn’t say one word to us the entire transaction…just pointed.) or the time before that (where I was buying something that stated it was on sale and the sales lady couldn’t explain why it wasn’t and finally was so exasperated with me that she snapped “are you going to buy this or not??)….it would be different.

I made the mistake of watching Miracle on 34th Street yesterday morning. That may not have helped with my expectations.

Shopping on Black Friday may not have helped either.

But regardless, I tried to use your fabulous coupon (spend $25 or more on sale items and get $10 off? Amazing!) but apparently it didn’t apply to all sale items.

Which was not made horribly clear on the coupon, but your sales lady was MORE than happy to fling the coupon back at me and be snarky about how it didn’t apply to the items (like the 3 pairs of Carter’s pajamas I was trying to buy for my daughter. $8.80 is a screaming deal, btw.) with the “stars”. (I believe those were the morning specials.)

She apparently had had enough (at 3am, I kind of don’t blame her, but still) and explained it to me in the exact same words three times, speaking slower and louder each time like I maybe was mentally slow and/or deaf.

I like to spend my money in places where I’m at least treated with a modicum of dignity and patience, and just because I don’t read the fine print doesn’t mean I’m trying to get away with something.

It was an honest mistake.

Despite the fact that I received two gift cards for your stores through Klout and was planning on registering at your stores for my wedding, I don’t think I would like to subject myself (or anyone else, really) to more ridicule at the hands of your employees and will be throwing out your gift cards and taking my business elsewhere…even if it does cost me more money.

Because frankly, I’d rather spend more money and be treated like a human being.

Sincerely,

Mia

Thoughts? Was I too harsh? Am I being ridiculous?

UPDATE! received two form letters in response to my email!

FORM LETTER 1:

Hi,

Thanks for reaching out to us. I’m sorry to hear you didn’t have a more positive experience shopping on Black Friday and using the coupon. We love to hear from our customers and feedback is very valuable to us. Please know that I’ve shared your feedback with the appropriate teams here, and reached out to our customer service team about the experiences described.

Please don’t hesitate to contact me if you have any additional questions or concerns.

Thank you and Happy Holidays, (name redacted)

FORM LETTER 2:

Dear Valued Customer,

Thank you for your email advising of the problem you experienced.

Please accept my sincere apology for the poor service you have described
at one of our Macy’s stores. As this is a store issue and a problem
with a store coupon, please respond to this email advising the Macy’s
store where this occurred. I will then be able to forward your
complaint to the store manager. We pride ourselves in giving the best
customer service possible, however, it appears the store where you were
shopping was not adhering to the customer service policy. If you
prefer, you may contact me at my direct line with the information;
1-513-573-7760.

We apologize for any inconvenience you may have experienced. If you have
any further questions or concerns, please e-mail us at
customerservice@macys.com or call us at: 1-800-289-6229. Our office
hours are Monday through Sunday 9:00 AM to 12:00 AM Eastern Time.

My response (sent the same one to both):

It was at the Bellingham WA store at Bellis Fair mall.

I’ve heard all of this before, the last three times I wrote in and complained. And NOTHING CHANGES. Your employees are still rude, you give confusing coupons to your customers and then say “oh, we are so sorry you experienced this.”

Thanks for the form letter, but I’ll be taking my business somewhere else this holiday season.

update 11/30: so nobody responded to my emails. So I sent one last email before completely writing them off. Let’s see if they respond.

Nice to see you don’t care about your customers enough to respond.

I’ll keep that in mind next time I get all sentimental watching Miracle on 34th Street.