Our Little Corner of the World: May 2010

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Dear Christy Utterback: I hate you.

Ryan and I are apartment managers for the complex we live at. It's a small complex, but is definitely higher-end living. We like our apartment but are looking to move to a 2 bedroom before too long. We currently live in a townhouse with a loft, and while it's nice, we find ourselves outgrowing it. When we do have vacancies (which we thankfully don't have right now), we post signs outside advertising and include a phone number to contact us. Well, a long time ago (how long? I'm not totally sure), someone by the name of Christy Utterback thought it would be a clever idea to take that phone number and give it to telemarketers as her own. Our business phone calls get forwarded to my phone and we seem to go through cycles where we're inundated with calls for Christy Utterback. We're in one of those cycles right now. I generally don't answer calls unless they are fairly local area codes. Over the last couple days, there have been phone calls coming through beginning with +98 or +64, and then 8 digits coming after. Having friends that live outside the country, I know that sometimes international calls look a little funky coming through. My husband suggested it might be someone from Taiwan calling. Whoever it was wasn't leaving any voice mail and I thought that a friend certainly would leave a voice mail. So today, one of those +64 numbers came through and I thought I'd go ahead an answer it. There was a slight pause before someone clicked on and started to talk, asking for "Christy." Now, my name has been butchered in so many ways, especially by telemarketers and junk mailers, and sometimes I'll pretend I'm a "Christina." Not so much with "Christy." So I tell the dude that there is no one here by that name. He doesn't apologize or anything, just hangs up. Silly me, I thought that'd be the end of it. No no. About 2 hours later, that same number appears on my phone as a missed call. I'm going to answer it the next time it does come through, because I have faith that it will, and tell them that Christy is recovering from surgery and is now Christopher.

Monday, May 24, 2010

Disneyland!

Yep, we finally made the trip. We had a blast. Zoe had a blast. It was her first time on a plane and I was a little anxious, but the little girl did just fine. She slept the whole way down and all the way back too. We were able to meet up with my sister, her husband and their little daughter Kira while at D-land and it was fun to hang out with them AND to have someone watch our little Toaster (it's quickly becoming a nickname) while we rode the adult rides. We couldn't have asked for a better time. Zoe even got a "It's my first time to Disneyland" button. We soon realized that buttons make a good little toy for her. As long as she doesn't poke her tongue. She's got a cold right now too and that's not fun. It makes traveling a little less fun also. Hopefully it'll pass soon. I didn't know one little girl could have so much snot in her nose. We stayed with Ryan's grandparents in LA and went to the mall, to the Griffith Observatory (which we hitch hiked up to), and out to eat at the Cheesecake Factory. Sunday evening we visited an old friend of Ryan's whose baby is is 6 weeks older than our little Zoe and weighs almost 10 lbs. more than her. What a chunk! Overall it was a great, great trip.