Dear retailers who are trying to pull themselves out of an economic slump by enticing me to buy their goods with doorbuster deals and the like:
Black Friday is on Friday. It seems like a rather obvious statement, I know. But I'm starting to see a trend where you open your stores on Thursday night for Black Friday shopping. Michael's. Now Toys R Us.
I admit that I may be a tad more hardcore than some people because I am willing to get up at 4:00 or 5:00 in the morning to participate in the mass marketing machine that is holiday shopping. Thursday is sacred though. It's Thanksgiving. THANKSGIVING. But more importantly, it is the day on which Black Friday shopping plans are carefully laid out following receipt of various Black Friday ads with Thursday morning's paper.
It's one thing if crazy people want to wait in line outside of Best Buy, Wal-mart, or whathaveyou starting the night before (or the week before, for the truly dedicated). But Thursday is a day of rest. And eating. And spending time with family. And planning for how I will partake in American consumerism at its finest.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Friday, November 12, 2010
Coming May 2011!
It was much more clearly a baby (instead of a blob) on the screen.
I told Greg at one point that I was a little wary posting this online, because what if some crazy person sees it and gets the idea to cut the baby from my belly? (Read: here and here). :/ Greg says I'm being paranoid. Which leads me to my next thought . . . am I turning into my mom?! Noooooooooooo. JK. BNR.
Friday, November 5, 2010
I made it
Good news! I made it to where I was going and I didn't die!
Last week, I made the mistake of telling my mom that I was traveling for work this week. Let the paranoia commence. You have to be at the airport at FIVE-THIRTY? It's still DARK outside. Why can't Greg take you? Why can't you take SuperShuttle? I think that's better because they drop you off and pick you up at your house. You're traveling ALONE? Will the parking lot people even NOTICE if someone attacks you? You're ALONE and LITTLE. Why can't Greg take you? Did you ask him?
Hi. I'd like that 20 minutes of my life back. Because I spent that time explaining to my mom how it was fine, I had it all planned out, I'm not parking in the rather sketchy parking lot at my office, I'm parking in a 24 hour lot that is staffed by attendants and I won't have to walk anywhere by myself because the shuttle takes me from the lot to the terminal directly.
Fast-forward to the weekend. Greg and I had dinner at my mom's house. While there, she asks Greg why he can't take me to the airport. Two minutes - that's how long Greg took to explain that I'm parking in a 24 hour lot that is staffed by attendants and I won't have to walk anywhere by myself because the shuttle takes me from the lot to the terminal directly. Her response? Greg, you're so good at planning. What! Greg did a whole lot of NO planning. Shoot. It's better if I just don't tell her until everything is said and done, because then she won't concern herself with the details. I will forever be the clueless child in my mother's eyes.
Last week, I made the mistake of telling my mom that I was traveling for work this week. Let the paranoia commence. You have to be at the airport at FIVE-THIRTY? It's still DARK outside. Why can't Greg take you? Why can't you take SuperShuttle? I think that's better because they drop you off and pick you up at your house. You're traveling ALONE? Will the parking lot people even NOTICE if someone attacks you? You're ALONE and LITTLE. Why can't Greg take you? Did you ask him?
Hi. I'd like that 20 minutes of my life back. Because I spent that time explaining to my mom how it was fine, I had it all planned out, I'm not parking in the rather sketchy parking lot at my office, I'm parking in a 24 hour lot that is staffed by attendants and I won't have to walk anywhere by myself because the shuttle takes me from the lot to the terminal directly.
Fast-forward to the weekend. Greg and I had dinner at my mom's house. While there, she asks Greg why he can't take me to the airport. Two minutes - that's how long Greg took to explain that I'm parking in a 24 hour lot that is staffed by attendants and I won't have to walk anywhere by myself because the shuttle takes me from the lot to the terminal directly. Her response? Greg, you're so good at planning. What! Greg did a whole lot of NO planning. Shoot. It's better if I just don't tell her until everything is said and done, because then she won't concern herself with the details. I will forever be the clueless child in my mother's eyes.