That's on the agenda, YWiW.
My favorite blue is Royal. (yeah, I'm sure that came a shock. )
But I love Zander/Xander as a name for your new one, YWiW
My kitchen and family room are blue. (I hate yellow, BTW. I don't think there is ANYTHING yellow in my house. Except lemons and they're kept in a drawer in the fridge.)
The aforementioned B&B is in Kentucky. All the rooms are lovely and completely remodeled, but I still think it would feel creepy to stay there.
Here's the room that they've kept looking like a cell:
Blue is Boob's fav color, too.
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I also like Zander.
What's your favorite color, Girly?
Deet,
Nothing gets the corporate folks attention than a letter from a customer coupled with a threatened complaint to a regulator.
If you don't have the address, go to Capital One's website and look for the PR number, call them, and ask for the number of the General Counsel.
When my dad died, they said that his miles died with him. I explained that California was a community property state, and those miles belonged to my mother, and escalated the issue. The ended up letting us transfer the miles to anyone on my family so long as they had an account.
It sounds to me like they are practices unfair business practices. Your request is relatively simple. Demand that they put it in writing, whatever the requirement is, and have is signed by an officer of the company. I swear, the conduct almost sounds intentional, which would be an unfair business practice.
I love you, You! Thanks!
And with that, I must bid you all adieu. I can barely keep my eyes open. Night, all!
Red.
When my dad was repainting my room about four years after we moved in, I picked out "Flame Red" from the charts. My parents tried so hard to talk me out of it, fearing it would make the room appear smaller. I was adamant. I wanted red. So, from pink to red we went.
I remember mom bringing dad some iced tea and he had put the paint pan on the floor for a minute. She walked in, didn't see the paint pan, and stepped into it with her white, fuzzy open-backed slippers. They ended up in the trash.
Years later, after being sick of my red room, I opted to paint it a nice baby blue shade. Three coats of primer later, to prevent "bleeding", I was the one cursing myself and that damn red!
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My room was Barbie Pink for a few years. Needless to say, when my brother and I switched room after the '93 Earthquake, he was not pleased and back to white the room went.
Night Deet, let me know what happens.
I cannot tell you how many times something has been escalated to me (as the corporate lawyer) and start cursing under my breath about some of the folks who work in our own "customer service" area, who are all about everything but serving the customer.
Girly, I have always been more muted in my color preference - I figure that way I can always change the art around without having to repaint!
Customer Service doesn't exist anymore, it seems.
The whole inside of my house is painted blue and pink. But not "Barbie pink" (Much to LS's dismay!)
Yeah, I'm like that now, too.
Red's still my color, though. The first brand new car I ever bought, and didn't 'inherit', was a red Cougar. I LOVED that car. The last one, right before my current, was a red Grand Prix. :::sigh::: I miss that car.
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I loved my first car - sadly, the brakes didn't work, but I still loved it. Volvo Station Wagon.
My first car was BLUE!
Miss P, all my hand-me-down cars were blue. And they were all Impala's, with a Caprice Classic thrown in right before I got the Cougar.
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My first car was tomato orange. Her name was Bette... I bought her when I was a college freshman/sophomore for $2900 cash, and it lasted until I got my first job as a lawyer (but just barely). That was one heck of a Toyota Celica coupe!
I just drive my Dad's car now when I'm in LA because he barely drives anyway. But this time he forgot to give me a right-hand mirror when I picked up the car!! (He knocked it off on my driveway. *sigh* parents)
I remember that when you came by.
I bought these cats this amazing bed, and the ingrates are ignoring it! Damn cats!
Animals are funny. You buy them the nice stuff and they hate it, but give 'em 1/2 a dirty rag and they love it.
I'm just trying to figure out how my parents (i.e. my Dad) survives without me. No, really. He's calling me with the phone calls I used to call my Mom for. "Shira, where does this pan go? How do I clean the oven?"
Two words.... Caller ID
But I know, you never know when it could be something serious.
I am debating staying up to watch the Olympic BB Gold Medal Game. It is the only thing I have really watched because I can watch a live, streaming feed.
I hate NBC and all of their damn tape delays.
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I actually went through a time a couple years ago when I avoided his calls, but then he pointed this out:
"I pay the cell phone bill, you need to answer the phone". That was when I was sort of hating him. Now I don't at all, and don't mind answering the phone.
My mom would call me at work and ask me to look something up - I went ballistic on her.
Now, sometimes when she is at her boyfriend's she will call me at home and ask a totally random question because they cannot figure something out.
Parents... yesh.
(Though she was there for me when the whole Stoli thing happened, so she gets props for that).
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"I pay the cell phone bill"
Hmmmmmm.
I'm curious about the road that lies ahead . . .
I thought that was what FGF are for DG?
Technically, she still is in school...
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