Sunday = Catch up/ Reading/ "Me" Day

Sunday is my favorite day of the week.  I try really hard not to schedule plans on Sundays.  It's my "me day".  I sleep in (which usually means 9am at the latest).  I eat whatever I want all day.  I stay in my pajama's, and I don't leave the apartment.  I spend most of the day reading, writing blog posts and planning out the rest of my week.  Plus there's always a lot of coffee and junk food. 

SuperSteve facilitates my "me day" by running out to the store(s) so I don't have to change out of my pajamas.  Best hubby ever!  (Yes, that's me.  I'm not wearing makeup; I haven't combed my hair in 24 hours; and I'm wearing my pajamas.  And I don't care!)

Library Receipts

Libraries should give patrons receipts when they return books.  I received a disturbing letter in the mail yesterday that I have overdue books from my local public library.  The fine is $70, and is being sent to collections.  Excuse me?  I don't have any library books, and haven't even been to the library since August.  So I called.  I was told that I have two books out and that they have been marked as lost.  I told her that yes, I had borrowed those two books in July but that I vividly remember returning them in August.  She put me on hold and went to check the shelf.  Nothing.  The books aren't on the shelf where they should be.  So today I went to the library myself, letter in hand.  Now, you have to understand, I hate confrontation.  I will go out of my way to avoid any type of confrontation.  But I forced myself to be brave, to be an adult, and deal with this.  Also, I bribed myself with a promise of a mocha from Starbucks when I was done.

I spoke to two different employees at the library.  The first was very nice and sympathetic but didn't have the power to do anything for me.  She checked the shelves for the books, and when she couldn't find them she went and got someone else.  The second employee, let's call her Lynn, was condescending and rude.  Lynn stared me in the eyes and said "It's not our fault you don't read your email.  We sent you an email notifying you of this in September".  She then checked to make sure they had my correct email on file.  Ummm... Guess what?  They did not have my correct email on file.  They had my old, old, old email on file.  An email that I had asked an employee to change in July by the way.  However, they had my correct phone number and address on file.  Why hadn't they tried to contact me again after receiving no response to the email?  Even in this digital age not everyone has email, how do they contact people with no email?  Lynn had no answer for me.  She just kept pointing out that they emailed me, once.   I pointed out that this still was not changing the fact that they are trying to charge me $70 for books that I returned two months ago.  "We don't have the books," Lynn said.  "I returned them," I said.  At this point we were pretty much engaged in a staring contest.

Even though eye contact, especially with a stranger, can be scary I'm very good at staring contests.  Because of my nice contact lenses I barely have to blink, I'm used to dry eyes.  So we stared.  "Let me see what I can do," Lynn mumbled as she broke eye contact and went into an employees only room.  I waited, and waited and waited.  Finally she came out with the library director.  The director, while outwardly nice, I could tell thought that I was a deadbeat.  She thinks that I never returned the books, that I ignored the notices that I never received and that I'm wasting her time.  She smiled, and said that she would personally check the shelves to make sure that the books were not misfiled, next week.  Several times while assuring me that she would check thoroughly she pointed out how rare it would be for the books to have been returned,  not scanned in, and then misplaced.  I smiled and agreed, "Yes, it is strange.  Perhaps you should rethink your return procedure."  And then I left.  I had been in the library for an hour and the issue is still unresolved.  I am now drinking my mocha from Starbucks and praying that she will find those books next week, because if she doesn't find them I will have to pay $70 for two books that I know I returned two months ago.

The moral of this story?  Get a receipt when you return library books, even if you have to write it out yourself and force a clerk to sign it.

Cinnamon Rolls and Coffee

I had "cinnamon rolls" for breakfast. Cinnamon rolls hold a special place in my heart. All of that gooey cinnamon and sugar rolled up in rich pastry dough, served with a cup of fresh brewed coffee with just the right amount of vanilla creamer makes the rest of my day a little brighter. So you can imagine my delight when I found this in the freezer at my local grocery store.  They are made by Kinnikinnick Foods.

I was perusing the gluten free pasta and had turned to go to the checkout when I spotted this package through the partially frosted door of the freezer.  Surely they aren't gluten free and are just in the wrong spot, I thought.  When I opened the door and withdrew the package so I could read it more thoroughly I gasped in delight.  "They are gluten free!"  I exclaimed out loud, garnering myself a strange look from the lady buying six boxes of organic cereal and two boxes of chocolate snack cakes. I thought about those cinnamon rolls all night. Several times while watching the season premiere of The Big Bang Theory (which was excellent by the way) I was tempted to eat one. "No," I told myself. "You will be unhappy with yourself if you eat a cinnamon roll now. Save it for morning when you can have a cup of coffee with it." So I dreamed about cinnamon rolls, and woke up early (with a big drool spot on my pillow) so I could have one. I brewed coffee from freshly ground beans and added my favorite vanilla creamer. The cinnamon rolls are frozen, so I carefully placed one on a plate and heated it in the microwave for 30 seconds.  Isn't it beautiful?

I bit into it, waiting for the taste of cinnamon to explode in my mouth. And I waited, and I waited. I rolled the bite around my tongue a little, and chewed and swallowed. It looks like there is cinnamon in these cinnamon rolls. You can see it. But I couldn't taste it. The pastry itself was kind of rubbery, but you can expect that from pretty much any packaged and frozen baked goods, gluten free or not. It was sweet, and it tasted good, but I don't think Kinnikinnick Foods should call these Cinnamon Buns. Maybe they should change the name to Sweet Rolls instead.  So, although I was disappointed by the lack of cinnamon, and I did eat more than one from different ends of the package to make sure, these rolls are still a good breakfast treat and were excellent with my coffee.  But I will be continuing my search for the perfect gluten free cinnamon roll, even if I have to make it myself.