Walk a mile in my shoes

It feels like walking miles from one airport gate to the next. This is especially true if you’re pushing boarding time and really want to grab a coffee and go to the restroom before your next flight.

My new favorite gadget lets me test that mile theory or at least see how much I really walk during air travel or any other time.

The Nike+ GPS app allows you to track steps on your iPod’s pedometer.

It works with the 6th Generation iPod Nano, which is my least favorite one I’ve owned, but that’s another post.

The app can be coupled with Nike+ shoes to allow you to fit a sensor in your tennis shoe. My husband bought these for me for Christmas. They’re fabulous!

You can use the app with other iPods and without the Nike+ shoes if you purchase the connector kit.

My newest (and perhaps greatest) addition to my tech trifecta is a slap watch-like iPod holder I bought at Target. It makes it easier for you to wear the iPod and also is great for times when you fight dropping your iPod.

The only downsides are remembering not to drench it when you’re washing your hands and a slight difficulty in plugging in my headphones.

Purchasing the kit also allows you to track your progress online and play games with to out run/walk others with Nike+.

For those who care:

  • Oklahoma City Will Rogers World Airport – 1,206 steps
  • Chicago O’Hare Airport – 1,712 steps
  • Tokyo Narita International Airport – 693 steps (I blame the moving walkway.)
  • Singapore Changi International Airport – 941 steps (I blame the efficiency of the new Terminal 3).

Happy walking!

The gift that keeps giving

My stepmonster and I searched stores in four cities attempting to find a single Christmas gift my daughter wanted – a Whiplash scooter.

A Whiplash scooter is a caster board with a scooter-like handle. For those of you who know my daughter, it is a perfect gift for her. It was high on her Christmas list. Unfortunately, we neglected to order it online, thinking we could easily find it in the store. Wrong!

Tatum was disappointed when she didn’t get the Whiplash at our small family Christmas, but she still had hopes of getting it from Santa. Little did she know that I had found one last Whiplash on the shelf at Target and wrapped it from my parents.

She was cool (yet excited) when she opened it on Christmas morning. She immediately asked her dad to put it together.

The Whiplash was all but assembled when Jeff realized that the package did not contain the bolts needed to attach the caster board to the handle. Mega Christmas bummer. Off Tatum went with my dad to his shop in hopes of finding a bolt that would fit. He came back with a full box, none of which were metric and, therefore, none of which would work. A disappointed little girl packed up her non-assembled Christmas gift to bring home.

I was prepared to give the people at Street Surfing a piece of my mind. But I decided to start with kindness, explaining to the woman on the phone our search for the scooter and our Christmas morning discovery. She apologized profusely and promised to overnight the needed bolts. She even offered to throw in a “surprise pack” for Tatum. “Don’t tell her,” she said as we hung up the phone.

At 10:30 a.m. the FedEx man rang our doorbell. Tatum was thrilled to not only receive the bolts (on a 74-degree day when it’s perfect to play outside), but also a T-shirt, keychain, stickers, a bracelet, and pins. Talk about swag! She’s just as excited about her Christmas gift today as she was when she first received it.

Thank you to the staff at Street Surfing for providing amazing customer service. You are a fine example of the way customers should be treated.

Now to deal with the ink tag that the woman at Justice did not remove from the sweatshirt Tatum got from my mom and the three iTunes cards that won’t redeem. Oh the post-Christmas joy.

One more great thing about having a housekeeper

For those of you who missed my previous post, I finally broke down and hired a housekeeper. She comes once a week, and I love her.

I learned another great thing about having a housekeeper this past week.

I came down with a stomach virus. I woke up with it Monday morning. I actually remember thinking as I was worshipping the porcelain God “Wow, I’ve never actually thrown up in my toilet before and thought it was clean enough to have my face this close to it.”

I would like to tell you that my toilet was clean enough to lessen the blow of having a stomach virus, but it wasn’t that clean.

But I do love a clean toilet.

Did I mention that I love my housekeeper?