Author Archives: Jen

About Jen

Jen isn't quite sure when she lost her mind, but it is probably documented here on Meditatio. She blogs because the world needs her snark at all hours of the night... and she probably can't sleep anyway.

My Glasses

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Dear Pearle Vision,
You sold me the Pearle protection plan on my glasses 4 months ago. Do me a favor and HONOR THE BLEEPING AGREEMENT!!!!! You’re the ones who sold me discontinued frames with said warranty. FIX MY GLASSES! If I have to drive at least 2 hours one way to deal with this, at least MAKE IT WORTH MY WHILE!!!!!!!!
Hugs and kisses,
jen

Today

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Up: Jon and I got to judge a speech meet.
Down: The door(?) to the gas tank broke on the way home. (This is of course while I was screaming from pain from the cold while trying to pump gas when it was -15F.)
Up: I got a gift certificate from my in-laws for Lands’ End and was able to shop for nice clothes and shoes.
Down: My glasses broke and the stupid people at Pearle Vision in Watertown sold me obsolete frames so the Pearle Vision in Great Falls can’t replace them.

Brainstorming ways to fix the door to the gas tank… (Of course, it’s also -20F out right now…)

Mormon Missionaries

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I was in Pamida doing some quick shopping before going to get Jon’s paycheck and I spotted some guys in suits. OK… formal suit in Pamida in Montana on a day other than Sunday — the choices are a.) a really snappy dresser or b.) a Mormon missionary.

I ran into them around the soap/shampoo/lotion section and we had kind of a nice conversation. I commented that this was the first time in about 3 years that I’d seen a Mormon. Their response: “Where have you been living?!?!?” (We don’t get Mormons in rural Minnesota and they kept to themselves in Ohio.) I told them that I was a Lutheran pastor’s wife (and thus not a great choice for conversion) but that I’d heard that they go and play cards with the people at the nursing home and I said that I thought that was really great. (The old people get contact and the boys get their missionary hours in. It’s a win-win situation.)

When I was checking out, one of them watched me haul a 30 pound bucket of kitty litter out of my cart. When it came time to leave, he reached over and grabbed the bucket and put it back for me. My comment: “I’ll put in a good word for you with my husband’s boss (i.e. God).” He laughed.

I’ve gotta say… they’re the most chill missionaries that I’ve dealt with. When I told them where I lived, I told them that I’d make sure that the coffee was out of the house and they thought that was pretty sweet.