Dec 5, 2011
May 7, 2011
I haven't posted much since January, so I realize one of my first post returning to blogging really shouldn't be a rant. But ladies, I'm so mad at Target I could spit! From our local store here in Canton Michigan to Target National Headquarters Customer Service Department in Minneapolis Minnesota, I have NEVER, EVER been treated so rudely and coldly by ANY retail corporation before. Now, I know Target is almost sacred ground to those who frequent those local Target stores. I'm with ya. I've always loved Target and I have done much of my personal and gift shopping there for many years. I love moseying around the Dollar Spot, I love, love, love the children's and infants clothing and toys, I adore the Shabby Chic line, etc., etc., etc.. Target is one of my all time favorite stores. So...what's the problem?
By any chance, have you ever tried RETURNING anything to Target...without the sacred valid receipt??? No matter what the extenuating circumstances of the receipt less return, in the words of Mr. T, "I pity you"!
I totally understand that in our current economy no company can consider retail loss lightly. Every company has a right to protect it's interests, even an obligation to it's customers in order to keep pricing down. I get it. Company policies are created to limit theft and protect against unwarranted returns which create financial loss. I get it and agree with it. The policy isn't really what I'm mad about. I'm mad because ANY corporation and ANY level employee can enforce policies with a bit of humanity and kindness.
Here's my story...
For Christmas my husband and I purchased my parents a sound board at Target. Both of them are in their 80's, almost deaf and blind. Their only real enjoyment is TV. They have a hunormous 58" flat screen which takes care of see the TV, but they still couldn't hear it (though anyone else is hemorrhaging from the ears if you watch TV with them!). Evidently, no one was able to make the sound board work with their TV so when we visited them last we brought it home with us to return. The very next morning my husband took it to our local Target for return. He had our receipt but admittedly the date for return had gone by. Naturally, his request for even store credit was denied - by the person behind the service desk and by the store manager. When he returned home I decided to call the Target Headquarters in Minneapolis. I explained to the young male executive who had taken my call the circumstances of the purchase and the reasons why it had taken us longer than the time allowed in their policy to return the item. Now, most of you know what kind of a winter we've had in our family. Our daughter-in-law died having her and our son's first baby two days before Christmas. The days since have been such as sad tearful movies are made of. As I finished telling the guy the story, I was expecting a kind response, not necessarily a change in policy just for me.
What did I get???
"Ya, ya, I hear all kinds of sad stories. You still have to follow the rules."
So, not only do we have a sound board we don't want, but Target has the honor of being the very first and only person or corporation from around the world to respond to our family's tragedy with a heartless, cold, cruel response.
Congrats, Target Headquarters.
Apr 22, 2011
I love anything written by Max Lucado. The following excerpts are from Lucado's online daily devotional, relevant to the meaning of Easter. I love the bunnies and chicks and baskets that are part of the Easter/Spring celebration, but I cherish the true story of Easter.
I will be spending Easter with my husband, our daughter, and our two granddaughters at my parents home in Tennessee. My Easter will be blessed and I'm wishing each of you a wonderful and blessed Easter too!
Never More Human
By Max Lucado
“He poured out His soul unto death.” Isaiah 53:12 NKJV
The scene is very simple; you’ll recognize it quickly. A grove of twisted olive trees. Ground cluttered with large rocks. A low stone fence. A dark, dark night . . .
See that solitary figure? . . . Flat on the ground. Face stained with dirt and tears. Fists pounding the hard earth . . .
That’s Jesus . . . God was never more human than at this hour. God was never nearer to us than when he hurt.
He Planned It
By Max Lucado
“This man was handed over to you by God’s set purpose and foreknowledge.” Acts 2:23 NIV
Jesus planned his own sacrifice.
He intentionally planted the tree from which his cross would be carved.
He willingly placed the iron ore in the heart of earth from which the nails would be cast . . .
Christ was the one who set in motion the political machinery that would send Pilate to Jerusalem . . .
He didn’t have to do it—but he did.
By Max Lucado
“At noon the whole country was covered with darkness, which lasted for three hours.” Matthew 27:45 TEV
Of course the sky is dark; people are killing the Light of the World . . .
The sky weeps. And a lamb bleats. Remember the time of the scream? “At about three o’clock Jesus cried out.” Three o’clock in the afternoon, the hour of the temple sacrifice. Less than a mile to the east, a finely clothed priest leads a lamb to the slaughter, unaware that his work is futile. Heaven is not looking at the lamb of man but at “the Lamb of God, who takes away the sin of the world” (John 1:29, RSV).
A Tree That Will Never Fall
By Max Lucado
“God is strong and can help you not to fall.” Jude 24
Can God really keep you from falling?
To answer that, go to a . . . tree on a barren hill. A tree older than time. A tree that covers the mistakes of your past and the problems of your future. Be assured—that tree will never fall.
By Max Lucado
“Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.” Luke 23:34, NIV
How Jesus, with a body wracked with pain, eyes blinded by his own blood, and lungs yearning for air, could speak on behalf of some heartless thugs is beyond my comprehension. Never, never have I seen such love. If ever a person deserved a shot at revenge, Jesus did. But he didn’t take it. Instead he died for them. How could he do it? I don’t know. But I do know that all of a sudden my wounds seem very painless. My grudges and hard feelings are suddenly childish.
On Behalf Of Jesus
By Max Lucado
“This man has done nothing wrong.” Luke 23:41
Finally someone is defending Jesus. Peter fled. The disciples hid. The Jews accused. Pilate washed his hands. Many could have spoken on behalf of Jesus, but none did. Until now.
Kind words from the lips of a thief. He makes his request. “Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom” (Luke 23:42).
The Savior turns his heavy head toward the prodigal child and promises, “Today you will be with me in paradise” (Luke 23:43).
Apr 20, 2011
This little bunny is Amelia, our newest granddaughter. Many of you have been praying for her and her daddy since Christmas 2010 when our son lost his beautiful 29 year old wife during the birth of their first child. Amelia is a tremendous blessing for all of us, especially her daddy. Life has settled down a bit, however we're still in that mode of not being able to believe all this has happened. It's been 4 months since Jen died and little Amelia entered our lives. Our son Jacob is flourishing in his role as a new father, though he grieves terribly for Jenni. But God is good and He has allowed all of to see that there is light and joy and life at the end of the tunnel. Little Amelia is the happiest and most contented baby I've ever seen...and of course her Mimi thinks she's just about the most beautiful too!
I hope to post more often again now - I've missed interaction with all of you. And I am so grateful for your love, prayers, and concern for our family. May each of you be blessed this Easter by the renewal of nature around us and the joy that only God can provide!
Jan 9, 2011
The benefit for our granddaughter Amelia tonight was wonderful. There are some very wonderful people in the world. WXYZ TV interviewed Jacob with Amelia this afternoon. If you'd like to see the interview click on the following link.
Fundraiser held at Plymouth restaurant to support widowed dad
"Thank you" isn't nearly enough for the many, many encouraging and compassionate notes and promises of prayer I've received from Blog Land. Each one of you is appreciated more than you will ever know. It's the love of so many and especially prayer, which is getting us through each day.
Jan 7, 2011
I've heard from so many old blogging friends and also many new friends since this nightmare began in our family on December 22. The love, and concern, and compassion has meant so much to me. Thank you.
I thought some of you may be interested in reading an article in the Detroit Free Press about a memorial benefit being given this Saturday for Amelia.
If you'd like to read more about my precious new granddaughter and her daddy, my son Jacob,a blog has been created for that purpose:
Once again, thank you for being...well...you!
Jan 2, 2011
A web page/blog has been created in Amelia's name to inform and direct those who have been asking how they can donate to the Amelia Bourque-Black Memorial Fund:
*A PayPal button is available at the address above and on my upper right sidebar for online donation. When you click on the button, you will be taken to a page to specify the amount you would like to gift to Amelia. After typing in the amount, click on "update total." You will then be taken to a page to log into PayPal and complete the transaction. If you don't have a PayPal account, it is quick and easy to set one up at PayPal.com.
*A post office box address for mail or donations is:
PO Box 87202
Canton, Michigan 48187
All checks should be written to the Amelia Bourque-Black Memorial Fund.
*Donations may be made directly at any PNC Bank branch to the Amelia Bourque-Black Memorial Fund.
*The wonderful folks at Plymouth Roc (formerly Boulders) in Plymouth, Michigan is hosting "It Takes A Village" fundraiser for our precious granddaughter Amelia. As most of you know, our son Jacob lost his beautiful wife Jenni two days before Christmas after the emergency delivery of their baby girl Amelia. The event will be this Saturday, January 8 from 8:00 p.m. to Sunday 2:00 a.m. Address: 1020 W. Ann Arbor Road, Plymouth, Michigan. If any of you happen to live near Plymouth Michigan please stop in to enjoy some good music, good food, and good company - all for a good cause.