Books: Tales of a Female Nomad
March 16, 2008 | Books
Up next:
Tales of a Female Nomad: Living at Large in the World by Rita Golden Gelman. I’ve read only 12 pages, and I like her already.
Up next:
Tales of a Female Nomad: Living at Large in the World by Rita Golden Gelman. I’ve read only 12 pages, and I like her already.
Dear Visa,
Thanks for giving it the old college try. You could have just ignored me, which is about what I’ve come to expect. But, hey, you tried. Right?
You didn’t do anything, though, because your “research indicated” that I “voluntarily purchased another set of tickets” to get out of Norway.
Yeah. About that word … voluntarily? Well, here’s the deal.
If someone held a gun to my head and demanded all my money? It’s a pretty safe bet I would voluntarily hand over everything I had in my purse. Especially if I had my three children with me. Heck, I’d even voluntarily hand over my whole purse, which, you know, is where I keep my Visa card. But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t want it all back when the jerk was arrested. And I bet your ears would perk up about the whole Visa-card part of the deal.
But, whatever. I’ve gotten about $3,000 back from the airline all on my own, thankyouverymuch. Guess I’ll have to get the rest of it on my own too.
Your lowly customer-bot,
Becky
I cleaned off my camera today so I could take a picture of this.
Pretty shoes (high-heeled pink sneakers, even) are required to make an elephant a princess. Or so I’m told.
Apparently, she’s been, well, you know …
The ducks made my kids shriek. And not in a good way. My kids obviously have no farm cred. (Photo by Sarah, Goon Squad Sarah)
Oh, man. So that’s why I heard Jeff Healey on the radio this week. How sad for his family. He was way too young.
And I get to see them! Thanks, Kay, for Covering Florida and letting me know about it. Maybe I’ll see you there!
I’ve talked about Los Lonely Boys before and even got Dad2twins to write a guest-post review of their first album. It won’t be at the corner bar where I can order a pitcher (or three) of beer and dance all night long, but it will be backstage. That’s how we’ll celebrate a couple things — a birthday that ends in zero and an anniversary that ends in 5. Whee!
Yes, I do. Now I’m blogging at You’ve Got Your Hands Full.
Sen. Hillary Rodham Clinton apparently does not read my blog (I’m crushed), otherwise she wouldn’t have done this.