Author Archives: Randy Peterman

Sears Borkbucks: The Borkination Continues

So this morning was finally the day that the repairman from Sears was supposed to come out and unbork our fridge. That is until this morning when some poor soul had to call our house and tell us that they had scheduled a repair when there wasn’t a repairman available. She kindly asked us if we could wait another 8 days. You know, because walking out into our garage to get any item that needs to be refrigerated is a good thing. Not really, but surely they must appreciate putting customers on hold for weeks.

Jessica was nearly screaming at the automated voice system when she called back to try to speak to someone with actual authority. The automatic voice recognition system isn’t designed to handle angry people, which makes the angry people more angry, and it makes the system more not work, which means when the person gets a hold of a manager they’re ready to rip off the heads of live chickens in an Ozzy Osbourne type show trying to demonstrate their anger and communicate to the manager that the situation is grim.

I just hope that Sears deals with us soon and quickly because I’d have to have to write a third post about borking – its starting to make me feel kind of mad-scientist like with all of this evil laughter.

Update: Jessica got through to a live person, who promptly hung up on her, then she called back, got another live person who transferred her to a manager who got an appointment scheduled for Friday.  Not exactly now, but definitely better than next week some time.

Spider!

This morning as I began my lunch break Jessica asked me to get rid of a spider sac.  As I looked closer I could see the baby spider alive in the sac.  So I took a picture.  Yeah, I’m weird like that.  The macro on my camera is pretty good, but I happened to move a bit while taking these two photos.

The spider

The spider in the sac

The spider emerges

The spider exiting the sac.

Jessica demanded I kill it moments later 🙂

Scabby Abby

Last night Abby had a fall at the park while I was at Bible Study at the Doyle’s.  She scraped up her knees, her left arm (yes, she’s left handed like several of her grandparents and her mother), the left side of her face and her nose.  She’s OK, but she’s rather scabby.  She’s a sweetheart though and is toughing it out rather well.

Thankful Thursday: Mr. & Mrs. Frank Anthony Nuzzi

My buddy Tony who currently lives in Round Rock, Texas has been a friend since college.  I began working with his wife at the Christian bookstore.  We quickly became friends (Jessica and I and Tony and his bride Erin) and it became apparent that I was a jerk.  I was trying to be funny but it often came about by me speaking rudely about Jessica.  Tony & Erin told me I was not welcome at their apartment any more if I continued to be rude like that.  I learned a valuable lesson that night.  We came over many times after that and once getting married we moved in next door to them.  They were both part of our wedding party.

Tony & I are goofy together, which has been a lot less often since I’ve moved to Colorado, but I count he and his bride as dear friends.  Tony inspired me to be a coder, inspires me to be a better theologian, and he also inspires me to use the word Hermeneutics in any conversation we have together at least once.  I’m thankful for my friendship with him, and Erin as well.  We’re looking forward to them coming to visit us next month.

Fifth of July

So yesterday night, after going to a mall (!) for to watch Fireworks the exiting of the mall was insanely slow.  While we waited for the mall parking lot to clear out one car driver got mad at another driver whom he thought was ‘cheating’ and started yelling out of his window at the other driver.  The other driver got out of his car and walked over and put his hands on the car door, fingers reaching into the car.  Dude!  Put your brain on, if you’re going to try to talk to an already angry driver, putting any part of your body into the car is stupid!  You may already know this.  I had my camera ready to record the fight, but it never happened.  The guy who got out of his car quickly got back into his car and waited and the fight never took place.

We ended up walking around the mall and killing time so that we still had to wait to get out of the mall.  If a 9/11 kind of event were to be threatened at that mall everyone would be at least injured simply because leaving the mall would be impossible.  Things were stupidly backed up with police help directing traffic.  I think next year we’ll watch fireworks from the comfort of some place else less insane.

Show Me the Money

I’ve started a new blog about what I’m learning in the world of finances.  Its a rather transparent blog about what I don’t know, what I do know, and what I want to learn.  You can read it by going to WatchMyMoneyMaker.com.   I’m going to be doing some interviews soon to create an audio podcast as well.  I still need to work up a site style & theme, but there is already some writing up for you to peruse, critique and evaluate.  Also, if you’ve got questions about various principles or things you want to learn more about shoot me an email and I’ll do my best to research the answer so I can learn and you can learn, too!

Fridge Borked – Sears More Borked than the Swedish Chef

So this weekend our fridge (which is just slightly older than two years) just totally stopped fridging and turned into a room-temperature-ator.  Fortunately we have a special service warranty on our fridge.  That way Sears can come out and service and take care of it.  So I called up and attempted to get service quickly.  Ha ha!  Silly me.  Why would I want cold foods?  Room temperature is the way to go.  Sears can’t schedule anyone to come out to my house until Tuesday late in the evening.  So I scheduled for Wednesday morning which was a more convenient time for me.  Not really, but since I’m going to have to go out to my garage fridge to get anything that I need to keep cold, I might as well do it an extra day so that the repairman can come when I’m home.

The other upside with my Sears call was that the guy on the other end of the phone barely spoke legible English.  I have no idea what his name was, but his thick Spanish accent made ‘Greg’ a little bit hard to believe as his name.  At least it wasn’t Peter Parker.

Five Lies You Will Never Hear My Mother Tell About Me

This post came to me from nowhere.  My mom is not inclined to lie about me.  But it seems funny to me now to write this:

  1. Randy was always clean and organized, his room was always tidy, I never had to remind him
  2. Randy has always been a good manager of his money, he never spent his money frivolously on baseball cards
  3. Randy never said anything embarrassing with his mouth such as calling his grandmother fat
  4. Randy was such a mild-mannered child and always obeyed
  5. Randy always finished things he was supposed to do, like homework, chores and writing thank you cards

The truth is that I was a pig until I finally moved out and then I was still a pig until we had people over, then we figured out that my pigginess was probably a bad thing.  I’ve never been a good manager of money and am now reaping the rewards of that.  I’ve said so many stupid things in my life its just amazing I’m still alive.  I’ve had a strong opinion about everything, except for politics and religion.  I would disobey my mom like crazy, but my dad had me good & scared 🙂 [ok, not that scared].  I never finished many, many things, the last big thing I never finished was my parent’s house getting painted.  I owed them money for a small car accident (the other car was small compared to the Suburban), when my brother bought the house from my parents… he wasn’t happy with me either 🙂