administrivia & meg being self-involved 10 Nov 2009 09:19 pm

Christmas 2009

Main want:

Gift Certificate for a onetime visit fro a recommended trustworthy maid or maid service. Obviously it will be a bigger job the first time, but then it would totally help me keep up with physically tough stuff like hauling, dragging, scrubbing behind the toilet, the bathtub, etc. And with an established schedule, I will be inspired to never let it look messy again.

Fun Stuff

CLEAN Clean set

Chanel Coco Mademoiselle Gift Set

1.7 oz of Chanel No 5

James Avery Jewelry:

Heart Ring with Cross Sterling Silver

OR

Silver ring with pearl

-Whichever one I’d love it engraved with something sweet or inside family joke oriented
-With a delicate, shortish silver chain to hold the ring so it hit at my collarbone
-So I could wear as ring or necklace

Sony Reader!! With accessories

Macy’s gift cards

Ebay gift cards (LOVE)

Amazon gift card

Love & affection and a mini Corgi puppy

Gigi 30 Jan 2009 10:32 am

Gigi is mastering a new skill

Gigi turned 6 this past November. She’s not technically old, but she’s had trouble learning tricks for as long as we’ve had her, since she was 2 months old. Her most impressive trick in her repertoire is “speak” but we didn’t teach her that; she already knew it when we got her.

This is a dog who still doesn’t really understand the commands “sit” “stay” or “come here” now matter how hard we try to teach her. The only “trick” she’s really learned from us is the “do not come into the kitchen when Mommy and Daddy are eating” rule. There’s an invisible line she knows not to cross. I’ll never understand how she can follow that rule but not answer to “come here.”

But now Gigi’s suddenly learning a new “trick” that we never thought she’d be able to comprehend, let alone master.

Over the past few months or so, little Gigi has begun jumping up onto our bed. If you’ve seen her, you know how teeny she is. We always thought our bed was just way too high for her to make it. I even thought about buying those doggie stairs they have at drugstores.

But one day, when she was pumped full of adrenaline by the offer of her favorite dog treat, she just sprung right up. And even after we added the 4-inch-thick memory foam mattress pad (for my arthritis) she is still able to make it! It’s quite a feat for her, The Least Active Dog Ever.

Now, hers not a graceful jump. Basically she gets her front paws and most of her upper body onto the bed and then has to pull herself the rest of the way. It’s one of the cutest things I have ever seen her do. The look on her face in that moment when she’s just hanging on for dear life is hilarious.

The fact that she can jump like that is even more impressive considering the fact that she was paralyzed in her back legs about 5 years ago, thanks to Hartz flea treatment, which should be illegal because it can cause severe neurological damage. I tell every dog owner I know to avoid Hartz and anything else you can buy at the grocery store, and stick to vet-approved treatments like Frontline or other prescription drugs.

I rushed Gig to the doggie ER and she recovered fully, but to this day she very often drags her back legs behind her. She can walk just fine, so I am not sure why she does that. But I digress . . .

So since we found out she’s physically able to jump onto the bed, we’ve been working with Gigi to train her to do it more often, to build strength and agility. But, being that she is Gigi, she very often acts as if she has no idea how to get up here and looks at us as if to say “Me? Jump up there? That’s crazy talk.” Even the offering of savory delights won’t bring her up if she’s in the mood to be lazy and a LIAR.

Still, she’ll hop up every now and then, more and more often these days. Her routine is so spend all of her time under the bed and at night, as soon as Danny comes in to go to bed, she stirs and hops up. Danny is a bigger draw than cookies, who knew? She won’t come up even when I beg her, but all Danny has to do is walk into the room. Granted, there are still times when he has to drag her up because she pretends she can’t do it, but she’s really getting much more confident and adventurous.

But she rarely ever stays in bed through the night. After we’ve turned out the light and started to doze off for the night, Gigi creeps to the end corner on my side. She sits there shifting her feet, almost as if she’s psyching herself up to make the jump down. It’s very annoying for me, a light sleeper. But then when she’s built up the courage, she jumps down and wanders off to do whatever she does at night. Part of me suspects that she actually waits until she thinks we are asleep before she heads off. So parent-like.

This morning was another milestone in Gigi’s jumping-up-to-the-bed training. When Danny and I woke up at round 7:45, Guess Who was already with us! You haven’t lived until you’ve been awakened by a dog sitting directly on you, tail wagging, staring at you intently. We have no idea when she joined us, but it’s the first time she’s ever come on up without any incentive. I’m so proud.

And now she’s curled up next to me, over on Danny’s side of the bed. I hope she starts hopping up to join us more often, as long as she doesn’t fuss around and walk all over us and yip for attention. Gigi and I are often fighting over Danny. I swear that dog is madly in love with him.

Imagine waking up to see this face staring at you:
Gahhh!

Uncategorized 23 Dec 2008 01:40 am

Christmas Past

Images from the last 4 holiday seasons . . . all in random order. No captions, because my wrist friggin’ hurts. But enjoy the spirit of the seasons!

Uncategorized & photos 23 Dec 2008 12:50 am

Scenes From a Lovely Wedding

Bill, one of my bestest friends in the word, recently married the beautiful, wonderful Viviana in a gorgeous wedding, which was followed by one heckuvah par-tay! I had the honor of giving a reading in the ceremony, along with Jill. You may remember Jill as the tall blonde reader at MY wedding!

Here I share some pictures of the event, provided with gratitude by friends Jill and Laura. Our camera had technical difficulties :(

The gang, gathered together at the rehearsal dinner at Maggiano’s. A fitting choice but it would be personally incriminating if I said why.

Bill gave all his groomsmen and ushers boxers with the wedding party’s names embroidered on them. Of course they immediately modeled them for us.

Me and Danny, duh.

The old married couple. 10 months and still going strong!

A gorgeous ceremony at St Michael’s Catholic Church here in Houston.

I love my fellow Catholics ;)

The “Gomertsons” - Mr. and Mrs. Bill and Viviana (nee Gomez) Robertson!

Jill, me, and Kelli, reunited “at last.” A sexy trio!

Resting between the busting of many moves: me, Danny, and Laura

Oh yes, Rice kids know how to get funky. Kelli, Bradley, and Ben.

My handsome hubs :)

Bill dances with his mommy- so cute!

The beautiful couple. I dream that they have a daughter and we have a son and they get married someday ;)

And here’s a pic from Bill’s birthday this past March. I have to fix those evil red eyes of mine.

Uncategorized 01 Dec 2008 09:56 pm

“Space Chimps IV: Moon Over MiHAMi” Really!?

Although I am very much looking forward to having kids one day, I am very much dreading having to watch movies with them. I am not sure which will be worse: watching things over and over again, when the kids are 2-7 or so, or having to see movies like the ones my kid cousins seem to like. Such as Space Chimps, Fred Claus, or Madagascar: Escape 2 Africa. Which reminds me of my ultimate nightmare: 1997’s Jungle 2 Jungle, starring Tim Allen. My apologies if you are a fan of those films. As I have never seen them, I cannot really be a good judge. However, I will relish my freedom to avoid such films for as long as I can. Only when I am forced to out of love will I give silly movies a chance. Make hay while the sun shines, and watch as many rated R movies as you can before you get dumped in the world Daddy Day Care. They can’t all be can be The Fairly Oddparents. But I sure hope they get better by 2018 or so. (By my math, that gives me plenty of time before I start having kids. I want them, but I gotta grow up first, and I don’t wanna.)

Uncategorized 22 Nov 2008 10:45 am

Happy Holidaze

Thanksgiving is suddenly almost upon us! I hate how autumn and winter fly by but spring and summer (mostly summer) drag on forever. I am not sure how I can still feel like the holidays fly by when the rest of the word starts the season a full month before I do. Merchants had their Christmas decorations and displays up the week of Halloween.

Now, I LOVE Christmas. I love everything about it. I love decorating, shopping for gifts, cooking, watching Christmas movies, listening to Christmas carols, etc. But I will not start doing those things until the day after Thanksgiving! Or maybe Thanksgiving Day. Even though I have been running into holiday stuff left and right for weeks, I have fought it off enough that when I do officially greet The Season, it will be all the richer and sweeter. You start doing Christmas too early and it gets really watered down.

Some people go to the other extreme. In Olden Days, sometimes Santa brought the tree along with the gifts. Or the tree was set up only on Christmas eve. This makes sense due to the fire hazards they were, what with being decorated with dozens of open flames and all! In any case, some folks out there don’t celebrate The Season, they celebrate the day.

Obviously, I prefer the happy medium. 4 weeks of Christmas is just enough time to build up the excitement and celebration, savoring each tradition one by one. It may start with an impulse purchase of Christmas Oreos with red and green icing, then lighting holiday scented candles, then decorating, etc. etc. until Christmas is everywhere, exciting all of your senses.

I think the timing of holidays is perfect. We build excitement for a month, then have wonderful wonderful Christmas, with the week afterward acting as the denoument, and, just in time, New Years is a solid bookend (paired with Thanksgiving.)

Family 05 Nov 2008 10:59 pm

RETURN OF THE BLAHG!

Heyyyyyy bet you guys thought we had given up on our blog forever. Yeah, well, we sorta had I guess. I am not sure why I haven’t been keeping it up. It’s just that I am soooooo busy (haha.)

In fact I haven’t read *anyone’s* blog in months. I really really have no idea why. It’s like I just plain forgot about the blogosphere. Which would seem impossible, but it can be done!

I was replying to an email from Petie and I clicked on her family blog and was just so enchanted with reading about the daily adorableness of my little nieces that I could not believe I had missed out on so much. I have LOTS of reading about JoJo and Lisey to catch up on! And I know nothing about my precious, um, what would he be, nephew-in-law-in-law? Petie’s brother Joey and his wife Maria have sweet baby Joaquin. I am hoping to reconnect with Maria and hear all about the little prince!

Hmm sounds like I have babies on my mind. Kiinda. I mean, it’s gonna happen within a few years, and we are getting closer to BabyTime as each day, week, month, year passes. Danny and I talk about our plans for our future children allll the time. I think we’ve sort of got a plan figured out, though of course it’s not totally up to us, we have to work on God’s plan for us. BUT, we figure we’d of course rather be in a house first, a starter house, of course. However, if we don’t move into a house until age 32 or something (however unlikely) obviously the baby would have to come before that.

Danny has always been figuring on age 30 being “it’s time.” But that’s only two years away! EEek!

I don’t want to make this first return to blogging to turn into a novel, so I’ll shaddup for now :) I can’t type for very long because of my wrists getting sore from it, but maybe more typing is the right exercise I need!

If you forgot what we looked like, here’s a recent pic of Mr. and Mrs. Daniel DiPaolo. Nah, I just like sharing pics.

Pariveda Robe Party, 2008, Ft. Worth, TX

Meg DiPaolo and Danny DiPaolo at ROBE 2008, October, Ft. Worth, TX
Not our Halloween costumes, BTW. What sort of costume is a bathrobe anyway? This pic is from the ROBE 2008 party we attended during Danny’s company retreat weekend. That party got preeety weird. The mask I am wearing was from another, MUCH more formal and elegant event going on in the main ballroom. I snagged this off a table as we walked by the ballroom. Then later, this random girl and I went back to the ballroom, now empty, and took down a bunch of fancy masks that had been used as decoration. I cannot believe i was running around the hotel in my jammies. Maybe I shouldn’t have had so much champagne. Man, Danny’s company is really really cool.

Below is another picture from that weekend, but we have more clothes on.

Meg DiPaolo and Danny DiPaolo at Pariveda\'s 2008 company trip, October, Ft. Worth, TX

Uncategorized 18 Jun 2008 01:57 pm

Why Chase Is A Horrible. Horrible Bank (Sadly, Only One Reason Among Many)

In August of 2007, I opened a Money Market Account with Chase bank, my bank for over a decade. In fact, it has been my only bank since I was old enough to hold an account.

I sat down that mid-August day with a Chase banker whom I thought was a friend, “Abe,” a man I had trusted since I had been going to his branch for many years. He told me he wanted to set me up with a Chase Premier Checking Account, so that I could earn bonus points and “get free stuff.” He said it was free to upgrade and that there was no reason I shouldn’t, so I said, sure, go for it.

On my very next statement, I started seeing a “service fee” of $20 which recurred every month. Well, since it was called a “service fee,” I believed it was a fee for services to my MMA.

Finally, on June 14, 2008, almost a year later, I finally got fed up with such an expensive service fee. I was no longer using that particular account, and kept very little money in it. I no longer felt $20 a month was worth whatever service they where providing, so I called to see what it was about and if I could cancel my MMA and avoid further “service fees.”

It was only then that I was told that the Chase Premier Checking Account my dear Abe had set me up with requires a minimum monthly balance of $15,000. Yes, FIFTEEN THOUSAND DOLLARS. In my entire life, I have never had anywhere close to that much money in my checking account, before or after the supposedly “free upgrade.”

The banker who set me up with this account was looking right at my account history when he did this. I had never had more than a few thousand dollars at any given time. He had no reason to believe I would ever suddenly have $15,000 every month. Nor did he even mention it. I certainly would have turned down this great “free upgrade!”

He also happily helped me set up an alert system so that I would receive an automated call if my account went below $2,000. Hmm, that’s $13,000 lower than the minimum should ever be! So what good would that alert do me? Nothing! Thanks, Abe! What a helper!

I immediately downgraded my account the day I found out about this “service fee” that was actually a “penalty fee” for having less than the required $15,000 minimum.

Then I went to my local branch to demand to know how Chase would have knowingly signed me up for an account minimum I would never be able to reach, and also conveniently failed to even tell me about it.

Their first response was “How come you never called us about that $20 fee before? It’s been on your statement every month for almost a year.” Thank you, Chase, for immediately blaming me. Let’s see, if it were labeled what it truly is, a “PENALTY FEE” I sure as heck would have called you on it the instant I saw it. But no, you call it a “service fee,” though what “service” you have been providing me by taking $20 from me every month, I certainly don’t know.

“Priscilla,” the assistant bank manager (“Keith”, the bank manager, was unavailable) told me that since my father was also on my account, and since he had his own separate account with Chase, perhaps ole Abe had “linked” our accounts “for fee purposes.” That still doesn’t add up. My father should have had to agree to this $15,000 minimum as well, and he doesn’t necessarily always have that much cash sitting around in his own checking account himself. They never asked him. Never once did this minimum get mentioned to any of the two account holders: me and my father.

They just set me up with a ridiculous account with an unattainable minimum, and then happily took $20 from me every month under the guise of providing me with a “service.”

That adds up to over $200. $200 that never should have been taken from me in the first place, if that banker back last August had done his job.

Now Chase is saying they may not be able to refund that money. They have only refunded the last 4 months, claiming that going any further back would be “very difficult” but not explaining why. They have also given no explanation as to 1) why that banker Abe did what he did and 2) why they do not see fit to refund my deceitfully taken money.

I would gladly get the hell out of Chase today if I could but I have to twiddle my thumbs while the “upper management” reviews my case to determine whether or not I deserve a refund. I see no plausible reason why I shouldn’t. Chase was in the wrong from the very start. Whether I caught it last August or next August, that doesn’t change the fact that they screwed up big time, and I had to pay for it.

If someone steals my car and I don’t notice it for a few days, does that mean the thief is less culpable for the theft?

Chase made a mistake that made them money and cost me money. I see no proper recourse other than a full refund.

Uncategorized 10 Jun 2008 11:26 am

Rise Up! The Joy of Jeans

Hallelujah, I have rediscovered the style and comfort of jeans that fit just below my waist, not just above my lady parts. Low-rise jeans have been so popular for so long that it’s the only style I have been able to buy for many years. The only other option, so I thought, were those horrendous ladies’ Wranglers that look straight out of the 80’s, and seem to come right up under your boobs.

But last Friday, as I was shopping at Old Navy for jeans for Danny, I discovered “classic rise” jeans for myself. Rejoice! The waist is comfortable, the fit is still slimming, and I think I look better than I ever did in low-rise.

The style is called “The Sweetheart” at Old Navy: classic rise, stretch, slight flare. PERFECT. I bought two pairs.

The search for the perfect pair of jeans is practically a lifelong quest for some women. Sure, I’ve had favorite pairs in the past, but what worked for me in college doesn’t necessarily work for me as a 27-year-old wife. The days of sizes 1 and 3 are over for me. I just put about five pairs of such teeny ass-crack-displaying jeans into the giveaway pile that is currently being stored in the guest bathtub (nobody ever uses that tub so it’s perfect storage space for now.)

My jeans drawer now holds a few “back-up” jeans for days when I never leave the house. But now I am all Sweetheart, All the Time.

I also love how it’s called “classic rise” as if it’s all retro and vintage.

Uncategorized 31 May 2008 06:50 pm

Do you like sushi?

I do. I like sushi and I like Sushi (my friend Sushi Suzuki, how I miss him!)

But this post is about the sushi most people know: the Japanese fishy food.

I like sushi. Actually, I like Maki (the rolls.) Not a huge fan of just fish-on-rice.

My favorite is the Spiral Roll at Blue Fish House: tuna, salmon, shrimp, cucumber, and avocado.

Danny and I go out for sushi at least one a month.

But I cannot remember the first time I tried sushi!! It must have been fairly recently, actually, in college. You would think I would remember it. I HATE most fish; how did I bring myself to eat “raw fish”!

Do you remember your first sushi experience?

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