{"id":156,"date":"2010-03-05T13:37:57","date_gmt":"2010-03-05T13:37:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/johnjeske.isa-geek.com:8080\/?p=156"},"modified":"2011-04-08T14:27:20","modified_gmt":"2011-04-08T14:27:20","slug":"156","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/johnjeske.ddns.net\/?p=156","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<h3>Mexico<\/h3>\n<p>If you haven&#8217;t heard, Susan and I took a little trip down to Mexico in<br \/>\nJanuary. One of Susan&#8217;s sorority sisters had a destination wedding, and we<br \/>\nthought this was the perfect excuse to get out of cold, snowy, Michigan.<br \/>\nOur trip started off pretty early (before the sun was up) as we made our<br \/>\nway down to Detroit. We took Susan&#8217;s car, so that meant I got to ride<br \/>\nshotgun. As most of you know, a good &#8220;avigator&#8221; gets the directions and<br \/>\nplots a route to make it easier on the driver. Since we&#8217;ve been to Detroit<br \/>\nMetro before, I figured it would be easy enough to wing it&#8230; As we were<br \/>\ngetting into Detroit we managed to time it just right to hit rush hour<br \/>\ntraffic (glad I wasn&#8217;t driving \ud83d\ude09 ). Whether it was early morning or<br \/>\nstress from so many cars around, Susan doubted I knew where we were going.<br \/>\nI told her to watch for the big sign that had &#8220;Detroit Metro Airport&#8221; on<br \/>\nit. Susan knew Detroit Metro wasn&#8217;t actually in Detroit, and expected not<br \/>\nto see such a helpful sign. Just as we rounded a corner, sure enough there<br \/>\nwas a big blue sign that told us where to go&#8230; had it in the bag all<br \/>\nalong. \ud83d\ude42 We managed to get our bags checked and through security and<br \/>\nstill had plenty of time to sit and wait for our flight&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>The flight out of Detroit was on time and went smoothly, our connection<br \/>\nout of Chicago on the other hand was not so much. We boarded on time, but<br \/>\nhad to wait on passengers from connecting flights. After at least 30<br \/>\nminutes with no one getting on, the pilot comes over the speaker to tell us<br \/>\nthere was a problem with a light bulb. This particular light bulb was for<br \/>\nwhen the plane lost power, the pilot&#8217;s would still be able to navigate<br \/>\nusing the control panel (probably important&#8230;) Finally, the connecting<br \/>\npassenger&#8217;s boarded and we were hopeful to take off soon, but it was<br \/>\nat leastan hour before we pulled away from the gate. Since it was pretty<br \/>\ncold out, we needed to get de-iced, well we waited in line for the de-icer<br \/>\nand that took a good 30 to 40 minutes. We started taxi-ing and before you<br \/>\nknew it, we were off, a couple hours later than expected.<\/p>\n<p>We landed in Mexico and it was a nice change to see the sun shining.<br \/>\nNormally I don&#8217;t have problems flying, but I had a head cold this time and<br \/>\nmy left ear was plugged up pretty bad&#8230; I couldn&#8217;t hear much over the next<br \/>\ncouple days. The line to get into Mexico was crazy long and we spent quite<br \/>\nsome time waiting with foreigners that had no personal space bubble<br \/>\nissues. Once through customs, we were ready to get to our resort. We found<br \/>\nour shuttle (the guys with the sexy flower shirts) and were soon on our<br \/>\nway. There were a few others on the shuttle and I think we were the second<br \/>\nto last ones off (which meant we didn&#8217;t get to the resort until late<br \/>\nevening). The resort we stayed at was really nice and we were happy to<br \/>\nfinally be in Mexico, where the sun is always shining (or so we thought).<\/p>\n<p>The next day, we met up with Susan&#8217;s sirority sisters on the beach. We<br \/>\nsat in the sun (and partial overcast) and relaxed, until the wedding party<br \/>\nleft to go get ready for the wedding. We took this oppurtunity to explore<br \/>\nthe resort and go monkey hunting (apparently the resort had monkeys that<br \/>\ncame to the grounds, though we didn&#8217;t actually see any&#8230;) The wedding<br \/>\nwas nice, although the armed guards roaming the beach in the background<br \/>\nwas an interesting sight. There was a mariacchi band and drinks on the<br \/>\nbeach after the ceremony. Someone got a pretty strong mojito and must have<br \/>\nbeen feeling pretty good before dinner. \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n<p>The resort was pretty big (it was technically two resorts in one) and<br \/>\nhad four different restaurants you could go to (Italian, Mexican,<br \/>\nJapanese, and American Steakhouse). Dinner was at the American Steakhouse.<br \/>\nAfter dinner, we went to the beach, where a small hut serving drinks was<br \/>\nopen for us. Apparently if you&#8217;re Greek, that means you need to drink a<br \/>\nlot&#8230; Susan was looking kind of tipsy, but the night wasn&#8217;t over yet. We<br \/>\nheaded over to the DiscoTeca&#8230; where there was a dance floor, and of<br \/>\ncourse more liquid refreshments. It was getting pretty late, Susan and I<br \/>\ncalled it a night, but the rest of the crew stayed until they closed it<br \/>\ndown.<\/p>\n<p>The next day was a day of recovering, *ahem* for some of us&#8230; It wasn&#8217;t<br \/>\nparticularly nice out&#8230; overcast and a bit chilly. We were invited on an<br \/>\nexcursion with the rest of the group, but we had made plans for an<br \/>\nexcursion the next day. This actually turned out in our favor, we found<br \/>\nout it was rainy and they didn&#8217;t really have a good time. We hung out in<br \/>\nthe resort, read our books, and tried to find those darn monkeys.<\/p>\n<p>Our excursion was quite the trip&#8230; we signed up for Tulum Extreme. This<br \/>\nincluded seeing the Mayan ruins and some extreme sports, zip-lining,<br \/>\nrepelling, and snorkeling. We got up early and waited for our shuttle to<br \/>\nshow up. Any where you go in Mexico, it seemed you needed to go through a<br \/>\nsecurity checkpoint (atleast at the touristy places). After a half-dozen<br \/>\ncheckpoints picking up the rest of the group from various resorts, we were<br \/>\non our way. We headed off on what seemed to be a highway until we started<br \/>\nslowing down and turned onto a dirt road&#8230; no signs, no nothing. A couple<br \/>\nmiles down this road, we pull off onto a two rut road with a gate. The<br \/>\ndriver gets out, unlocks the gate, pulls through and locks the gate behind<br \/>\nus. As we&#8217;re traveling down this &#8220;road&#8221; through the jungle, we started to<br \/>\nwonder what we had gotten ourselves into.<\/p>\n<p>We finally pulled into an area with other shuttles&#8230; and people, whew!<br \/>\nAfter putting our bags in lockers, we were fitted with harnesses and given<br \/>\nsome instructions on our first activity&#8230; zip-lining. The climb up the<br \/>\ntower was interesting, they were pretty high up and the stairs weren&#8217;t<br \/>\nreally level or the same size. Although the shortest, I think the first<br \/>\nline was the most exciting, mostly because I hadn&#8217;t done anything like<br \/>\nthis before&#8230; There were three runs and it was really a lot of fun! After<br \/>\nzip-lining, we got to do repelling. Another short lesson before we started<br \/>\nand up the tower we went. I thought it would be down a rockface or wall or<br \/>\nsomething, but it was actually a free-fall repel. It was pretty thrilling<br \/>\nto walk backwards over the step at the top of the tower&#8230; and after I got<br \/>\nmy picture taken, I went down&#8230; fast! \ud83d\ude42 Susan was a little unsure of<br \/>\nrepelling, but she was happy she did it.<\/p>\n<p>It wasn&#8217;t a really hot day (like we thought Mexico would be), so we were<br \/>\nkind of anxious about the snorkeling part. We headed down to the cenota<br \/>\n(kind of like a cave with water in it) and put our snorkeling gear on. As<br \/>\nwe got in the water, I was pretty surprised, it didn&#8217;t feel at all cold to<br \/>\nme&#8230; one of the couples commented it was warmer than the outside pool at<br \/>\ntheir resort. Our guide look pretty chilled, but he got in the water and<br \/>\nlead us through anyway. After drying off and changing clothes, it was<br \/>\nlunch time. The cooks at that place were awesome, we had some of the best<br \/>\ngrilled chicken I had ever had. Once we got back on the shuttle, it was<br \/>\ntime to go to the Mayan ruins&#8230; Unfortunately we weren&#8217;t actually allowed<br \/>\nto climb the stairs or touch the ruins, but it was still really neat to<br \/>\nsee.<\/p>\n<p>We got back to the resort later in the afternoon and hung out with<br \/>\nSusan&#8217;s sorority sisters until dinner&#8230; we had made reservations at the<br \/>\nJapanese restaurant. You get to sit around a hibachi grill and the cook<br \/>\ncomes out and does a performance while he cooks your meal. Even though I<br \/>\ndidn&#8217;t catch the shrimp in my mouth, after the cook flung it at me, the<br \/>\nfood was great and we had a really good time.<\/p>\n<p>The next day was our last day, and it was beautiful out&#8230; figures&#8230;<br \/>\nOnce we got to the airport, we needed to check our bags and get our<br \/>\nboarding pass&#8230; no easy task. The line for our airline was big&#8230; almost<br \/>\nas bad as getting into Mexico&#8230; We finally get to the counter at least an<br \/>\nhour later and had our boarding passes in hand. We were pretty hungry, so<br \/>\nwe got a quick bite to eat&#8230; heading the warning of a co-worker to stay<br \/>\naway from the nachos&#8230; Our flight started boarding shortly after we<br \/>\nfinished eating. Once our group was finally called, we had to go through a<br \/>\nsecurity inspection. Little did I know, Susan was going to try to hi-jack<br \/>\nthe plane (ok&#8230; not really). She had a thumb drive on her (don&#8217;t ask me<br \/>\nwhy =P ) that the end retracted on and security didn&#8217;t know what it was. I<br \/>\nhad gone through with ease and was wondering what the heck was going on&#8230;<br \/>\nAfter going through EVERYTHING in Susan&#8217;s carry-ons, including opening<br \/>\nperscriptions, she got the OK to board&#8230; The flight back was pretty<br \/>\nuneventful after that.<\/p>\n<p>Although a short trip, it was a fun one, maybe we&#8217;ll go back some day!<br \/>\n\ud83d\ude00<\/p>\n<h3>Work<\/h3>\n<p>Work has not be fun lately&#8230; my new motto is &#8220;They keep paying me, so I<br \/>\nkeep showing up&#8230;&#8221; We&#8217;ve been told to work a set number of hours for the<br \/>\npast couple of months that has been well over the typical 40. I&#8217;m still<br \/>\nwaiting for them to give us a requirement less than 40 (hah, like that&#8217;ll<br \/>\never happen). If you recall (or you can check out pretty much the only<br \/>\nblog for last year) I had a business trip from hell. Well, I didn&#8217;t<br \/>\nrealize it, but that trip actually seemed pretty good compared to the one<br \/>\nI went on last December. I&#8217;ve been working on a video viewer application<br \/>\nand I was to deploy it on site. What I was told was not what the client<br \/>\nwas expecting (yay communication!) I was in Ontario, CA (about an hour<br \/>\nsouth of L.A.) for about a week. The first day I got in late afternoon and<br \/>\nwas a short day. I talked with their IT guy and the project lead about<br \/>\nwhat I was told and what they wanted, needless to say they were a little<br \/>\ndisappointed and definitely upset.<\/p>\n<p>I went back to the hotel&#8230; and for some reason I got the company&#8217;s<br \/>\nworst laptop and my programming environment wouldn&#8217;t compile anything. I<br \/>\nhad grabbed the installation discs before I left and tried installing and<br \/>\nre-installing to no end. Finally, I decided to download a free<br \/>\nenvironment, which took quite a few hours on the hotel&#8217;s slow internet<br \/>\nconnection. I finally got my laptop set up and was ready to code the next<br \/>\nday (or so I thought&#8230;)<\/p>\n<p>I wasn&#8217;t given an entry code or fob to enter the building, so I had to<br \/>\nrely on someone being there when I got there. I knocked on the door and<br \/>\nrang the bell (which I found out before I left was broken&#8230;) No one let<br \/>\nme in. I jumped in my rental car, pulled my laptop out and starting<br \/>\nprogramming. The project lead showed up, but must have missed me as she<br \/>\nlooked like she was in a hurry&#8230; I tried packing up my laptop and jumping<br \/>\nout, but I was a little too slow. This time I noticed a number in the<br \/>\nwindow. Gave that a call, managed to get a hold of the IT guy and he let<br \/>\nme in. This day was a long day, but I did manage to fix some bugs in our<br \/>\nsoftware. The video portion wasn&#8217;t working quite to their liking&#8230; I<br \/>\ntried my best to replicate what their old software did, but it wasn&#8217;t<br \/>\ngoing well. I was in contact with my co-workers, but they couldn&#8217;t really<br \/>\nhelp me. I left this day feeling a little optimistic tomorrow had to be<br \/>\nbetter (hah!)<\/p>\n<p>After I got back to my room, I decided to take a walk and went to the<br \/>\nmall not far from the hotel. It was one of the biggest malls I had ever<br \/>\nbeen in and was pretty impressive. After clearing my head, I went back to<br \/>\nthe hotel room and started programming. It was getting late and I hadn&#8217;t<br \/>\nmade much progress, but I thought I was on to something. The next day I<br \/>\nwas stuck outside the central for only a few minutes, as someone actually<br \/>\nheard me knocking on the door this time. This day was by far the worst and<br \/>\nby late afternoon I was pretty stressed out. While I was working, people<br \/>\nwould come in and talk to me and I would explain what I was doing (or<br \/>\ntrying to do). Apparently the central owner came in (I wasn&#8217;t introduced,<br \/>\nbut I guess that&#8217;s no excuse) and I told him I don&#8217;t know why it&#8217;s not<br \/>\nworking or when it would be done, but I was trying my best. He seemed<br \/>\npretty irate and stormed off. About 15 minutes later, the IT guy comes in<br \/>\nand tells me that I shouldn&#8217;t tell the owner I know jack-shit about a<br \/>\nproject and that I should just go home. Yeah that was pretty nice, so I<br \/>\npacked my stuff up and went back to the hotel&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Another late night of coding and a call to Susan for moral support, I<br \/>\nwas glad I had only one more day left on my travel. I actually made some<br \/>\nsignificant progress that day, I was able to demonstrate how the software<br \/>\nwould work&#8230; eventually&#8230; but the project lead and IT guy weren&#8217;t too<br \/>\nimpressed and wanted nothing to do with it until it was finished.<br \/>\nI&#8217;m not sure how I got stuck with my return flight, but it was not very<br \/>\nmuch fun. I returned my car, and got to the airport around 5 pm pacific<br \/>\ntime. My flight out of California was at 7, and I landed in Phoenix an<br \/>\nhour later. I started walking around the airport, but couldn&#8217;t seem to<br \/>\nfind my connecting flight. I must have looked lost, because one of those<br \/>\ncart driver guys asked if I needed help. I told him I was looking for a<br \/>\nDelta flight and he said hop on. There wasn&#8217;t hardly anyone in this<br \/>\nsection of the airport, so we were cruising along pretty good when he<br \/>\nasked if I was sure I was looking for a Delta flight. I pulled out my<br \/>\nitinerary and it said Delta, even though my boarding pass had a different<br \/>\nairline on it (because I printed it from their kiosk). He brought me to an<br \/>\nexit and told me I had to go to a different terminal. Afterwards he<br \/>\nmentioned he didn&#8217;t work on tips, but if I wanted to tip him I could. I<br \/>\ngave him a couple bucks, reconfirmed how to get to the terminal and I was<br \/>\noff.<\/p>\n<p>I ended up leaving security and had to go through it once again when I<br \/>\ngot to the new terminal. I&#8217;ve been on quite a few flights lately and I<br \/>\nnever had to take my shaving kit out of my carry-on. Well, as I was<br \/>\npushing my bag into the x-ray machine, the operator clearly indicates to<br \/>\nremove all liquid items from your bags. I tried grabbing my bag, but it<br \/>\nwas too late&#8230; oops! The operator than announces to remove all liquid<br \/>\nitems from your bag and proceeded to list all the contents of my shaving<br \/>\nkit in an unfriendly manner. My bag was ran again and I had to have<br \/>\nsomeone inspect the contents of my shaving kit, including a chemical test<br \/>\non my bottle of contact solution.<\/p>\n<p>I got to my gate and had a few hours to wait, I was flying on the red<br \/>\neye that left just after midnight. I must have been tired, because I don&#8217;t<br \/>\nremember much of that flight. I got in Atlanta around 6 am eastern time,<br \/>\nmy flight here left at 9. If you&#8217;re thinking this flight plan wasn&#8217;t a lot<br \/>\nof fun, your right it wasn&#8217;t. I landed in Detroit a little after noon and<br \/>\nFINALLY made it home around 2:30.<\/p>\n<p>I somehow managed to rack up 80 hours of work time in five days&#8230;<\/p>\n<h3>Winter Carnival and Puppies<\/h3>\n<p>We went up to Winter Carnival this year and even though the snow statues<br \/>\nweren&#8217;t AS impressive as they normally are, it was still a lot of fun. We<br \/>\ndrove up Friday night and stayed the night in Michigamme. The next day we<br \/>\nheaded up to Houghton and met up with a couple we knew. They had already<br \/>\nseen the statues, so we went out on our own. It was sunny and a little<br \/>\nchilly, but a nice day nonetheless. We had dinner reservations at the<br \/>\nrestaurant on the top floor of the hotel downtown (the restaurant name<br \/>\nalways seems to be changing). We had a window table and were able to see<br \/>\nthe ski-torch parade and fireworks. That was a lot of fun.<\/p>\n<p>After dinner, we headed back to our friends house. They had recently<br \/>\ngotten a cockapoo and she was really cute. We had been talking about<br \/>\ngetting a puppy&#8230; a flyer had gone around at Corning for labradoodles&#8230;<br \/>\nand I think when we saw that cockapoo, it sealed the deal. We had gone to<br \/>\nsee them before their eyes were open and they were pretty cute than. We<br \/>\nwent back later to pick one out, and Waldo will be coming home next week<br \/>\n(not sure how Scout is going to like that, but it should be interesting \ud83d\ude42<br \/>\n).<\/p>\n<h3>Fitness<\/h3>\n<p>As you might have noticed, there will be a new section to my website.<br \/>\nI&#8217;m going to try to keep track of my progress of 5Ks and my workout time.<br \/>\nMostly for me so I can update it anywhere, but feel free to check it out.<br \/>\n\ud83d\ude09 I have been playing a lot of racquetball recently and have more wins<br \/>\nthan losses in my league. I really wish another one started up for the<br \/>\nsummer. I&#8217;ve actually been debating upgrading my racquet, so I headed over<br \/>\nto a couple of sites online and signed up for the demo program. The first<br \/>\nracquet I got was the most expensive of the three, but it was really nice<br \/>\nand I&#8217;m tempted to get it&#8230; I&#8217;m still waiting for the other two to come,<br \/>\nbut from reading online, I&#8217;m still leaning towards that first one I got.<br \/>\nI&#8217;m still trying to get in shape and am still running those 5Ks. I<br \/>\nalready ran my first one for the year, in Montrose. Seeing as how I ran<br \/>\nthis one last year, I figured I&#8217;d be able to find it pretty easily. I<br \/>\nprinted off a handful of directions and left with plenty of time to get<br \/>\nthere. Well, I guess I should have brought my avigator with me, as the<br \/>\ndirections weren&#8217;t quite accurate and I somehow got turned around in<br \/>\nSaginaw. After retracing my steps, and getting on the correct road south,<br \/>\nI finally saw some familiar sites and new I was almost there&#8230; which was<br \/>\na good thing, because the race was starting soon&#8230; I got to the school,<br \/>\nfound a spot to park and headed to registration. They couldn&#8217;t find my<br \/>\nname to give me my packet&#8230; luckily I had looked the day before and knew<br \/>\nmy number&#8230; sure enough my name was on that package. I tossed the shirt<br \/>\nin my car, quickly put my number on and headed to the start line. It was<br \/>\nprobably less than 30 seconds and the race had begun (&#8230;no sense in<br \/>\ncutting it close or anything&#8230;) The sun was shining, the wind wasn&#8217;t<br \/>\nblowing, and I was packing some handwarmers. I wasn&#8217;t as cold this year as<br \/>\nlast year, and had a lot of fun. I didn&#8217;t stick around long and headed<br \/>\nback home (the right way) with a 5K under my belt to start the year.<\/p>\n<h3>Playstation<\/h3>\n<p>I must have been a good boy last year, because Santa brought me a PS3<br \/>\nfor Christams. I know I was promoting the Wii&#8230; and for good reason (it&#8217;s<br \/>\nstill topping the sales charts), but the need for an upgrade was there. We<br \/>\nhave an HDTV and having a video game console that could play blu-rays<br \/>\nseemed to make sense. \ud83d\ude42 After getting everything set up, we watched our<br \/>\nfirst blu-ray, The Dark Knight, and I was hooked&#8230; and not sure if we<br \/>\ncould go back to watching standard definition. \ud83d\ude09 I signed up for a<br \/>\nGamefly account, which is kind of like Netflix but for games (&#8230;and a lot<br \/>\nslower&#8230;) and have been fighting for TV time ever since. We also have a<br \/>\nstreaming disc that allows watching things off our Netflix account<br \/>\ninstantly to our TV which is pretty cool&#8230; I was surprised how flawless<br \/>\nit looked, it was like watching a DVD, but over the internet&#8230;<\/p>\n<h3>Class<\/h3>\n<p>As some of you may know, I took an accounting class last fall. Before<br \/>\nour final, we had a chance to earn some extra credit by taking a ten<br \/>\nproblem exam during class. Each question was pretty detailed and it was an<br \/>\nall or nothing kind of thing, and each worth ten points. Silly me, I had<br \/>\nforgotten to grab my calculator before I left for work. I get to class and<br \/>\nfound out I wasn&#8217;t the only one who forgot one. The professor did have an<br \/>\nextra one, but I was the second to ask&#8230; I told him I had a basic<br \/>\ncalculator on my cellphone and he said it was alright to use. After<br \/>\ngetting through the first couple of problems, my phone starts vibrating&#8230;<br \/>\nit was a call from one of the guys I was to play racquetball with that<br \/>\nweek. So, I hit the button to ignore it and continued with the exam. Sure<br \/>\nenough, ten minutes later, I get another call&#8230; I bet that didn&#8217;t look<br \/>\nsuspicious&#8230; at all&#8230; I must have done decent on the exam, I think I got<br \/>\n7 out of 10, which meant a whopping 70 points of extra credit&#8230; I didn&#8217;t<br \/>\nnecessarily have to take the final, but I did and ended up with a 98% in<br \/>\nthe class! \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n<h3>Eyes<\/h3>\n<p>It was that time of the year when I had to get my eyes checked and<br \/>\ncontacts ordered. I signed up for an appointment at Lenscrafters and<br \/>\nintended to get the contact brand I&#8217;ve been using for quite a few years<br \/>\nnow. During my appointment, they kept asking if I wanted a scan of my eye<br \/>\nand were surprised to hear I had a previous eye injury (even though I<br \/>\nmentioned this before&#8230;) After getting my prescription and telling the<br \/>\nsales associate what brand of contacts I wanted, she outright told me they<br \/>\nwould be more expensive then this other brand. I told her I&#8217;ve tried other<br \/>\nbrands before and they didn&#8217;t work out for me. She said these were<br \/>\ndifferent&#8230; so I said fine I&#8217;ll try them. I ordered two boxes (they had<br \/>\ntwo in the store) and was told I could take them back if I didn&#8217;t like<br \/>\nthem.<\/p>\n<p>One week later, I was back and said I didn&#8217;t like them and wanted to<br \/>\norder the brand I liked and didn&#8217;t care if they were more expensive.<br \/>\nWELL&#8230; it turns out the brand I wanted was 35 bucks a box and the brand<br \/>\nshe wanted to sell me were 50 bucks a box&#8230; Yes, that&#8217;s right what I<br \/>\nwanted was less expensive then what she sold me. After returning the four<br \/>\nboxes I had and ordering the other brand, the price &#8220;magically&#8221; ended up<br \/>\nbeing the same. I had gotten a discount on the brand that cost 50 bucks a<br \/>\nbox, but it was still nine dollars more than what I should have paid. I<br \/>\nwasn&#8217;t really worried about the nine dollars and was happy to just have<br \/>\nthe contacts I wanted. I decided right then I would not be going back to<br \/>\nLenscrafters&#8230; ever&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Funny thing is I got this thing in the mail the other day from them,<br \/>\nthanking me for going back to Lenscrafters. Well, there was an online<br \/>\nsurvey I got to take and I told them exactly what I thought of their<br \/>\nservices&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Mexico If you haven&#8217;t heard, Susan and I took a little trip down to Mexico in January. One of Susan&#8217;s sorority sisters had a destination wedding, and we thought this was the perfect excuse to get out of cold, snowy, Michigan. 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