10. Parents who take too long in the car loop to say goodbye to their kids.they are not going off to war, they're going to elementary school. Say goodbye, kiss and hug them at home or at least in a designated parking spot..some of us have to get to the gym.
9. Movie theatres that think 4.00 for a bottle of water is acceptable, and that 8.00 for popcorn is the norm. This is the reason I must always have a BIG purse, that must not be opened until we are safely ensconced in the darkness of the theatre.
8. Not being able to fall asleep before my husband, this is a major problem because his snoring is the equivalent of trying to sleep on an airport runway, commuter airport not international..but still.
7.Never being able to please my daughter. I can buy her any thing she asks for, take her anywhere she wants to go and after she gets it or does it, she wants more. I feel for the poor sap that marries her.
6.Why no one in my household is capable of putting the new toilet paper on the rolly thing. They lay it on the sink, top.... of toilet, window sill but never ever on the roll.Why is this activity so hard, I mean you're sitting there for a few minutes anyway...
5.The person in front of me at Starbucks who has obviously never been there in their life and is totally confused by anything that isn't Folgers. GTFO.
4.Walking around a store with the salesperson two steps behind you at all times, asking if they can help. Once is enough, then I will find YOU. got it? This especially happens at furniture stores, I like to sit on 14 couches and quite possibly(probable actually)buy NOTHING.
3.Going up a size in any clothing item. enough said.
2.That new show Awake...it is so confusing, and stupid and yet every week I try to figure it out.NBC needs to cancel it and bring back Seinfeld...I was never confused.
1.Settling down on the couch with a great book or my lap top for some quiet time and hearing "Mom,umm can you come here, there's no toilet paper." and just as I get up to assist they say "oh I see it, it's over here on the floor..."
This list can go on a lot longer but i just had to highlight the important things , at least important to me:)
Friday, March 30, 2012
Friday, March 2, 2012
It would Be cheaper to Own a Cow..but a lot less fun.
Once again I was sucked into the spending vortex that is called Target. I went there for a seemingly innocent reason, a birthday present for my son's friend. oh and milk, always milk.So I enter the store and think to myself, I'll just get my latte and stay focused. This is a pep talk I have with myself 90% of the time I enter that store. I can almost hear all of you scoffing ,ha stay focused, yeah right...
Here's the problem with Target, it sells EVERYTHING. milk, eggs, motor oil, toys, tampons, bedding. It's crazy . So, I realize when I begin walking around, hey I really could use that pretty striped beach towel ..ooh and it has a matching bikini? Very cute! There goes the pep talk. Once I begin wandering the aisles that do not sell milk, I'm in trouble. there should be a separate entrance for those of us that are weakened by that bullseye, an entrance that leads us right to milk, than a register and an exit so we never even have to see the rest of the store. That might solve my problem...maybe.
Oh, and of course I have a RED card. This is Targets way of making you feel better about all the money you are spending on things other than milk. You see it is a debit card that gives you 5% back with every transaction. I see a lot of savings with this card, it shows it to me right at the bottom of my receipt! I have gotten to be an expert on the question "what is 5% of $200.00". So , in an indirect way Target helps me with my math skills. And it gives me something concrete to show my husband , that I actually am making an effort to save us money. It takes the sting out of his never ending string of questioning regarding how many tank tops can one own, and why do we have so many types of hair products??
The thing that really lures me to Target, however, is it has a Starbucks. Right there inside it!! Now, anyone who knows me knows if I do not have a Starbucks cup in my hand I must A: be sick or B; have just thrown it out:) So , I can get my latte on my way to get my milk. But walking around with that warm latte is so relaxing... and there it begins. My downward spiral into "what did I actually come in here for?" as I leave with a cart full of stuff.
So today, like any other day, I went in for a harmless little birthday gift and milk. 90 minutes and one latte later, I left with a lot of things. none of which was a birthday gift. That's right I'm going back in folks...
Here's the problem with Target, it sells EVERYTHING. milk, eggs, motor oil, toys, tampons, bedding. It's crazy . So, I realize when I begin walking around, hey I really could use that pretty striped beach towel ..ooh and it has a matching bikini? Very cute! There goes the pep talk. Once I begin wandering the aisles that do not sell milk, I'm in trouble. there should be a separate entrance for those of us that are weakened by that bullseye, an entrance that leads us right to milk, than a register and an exit so we never even have to see the rest of the store. That might solve my problem...maybe.
Oh, and of course I have a RED card. This is Targets way of making you feel better about all the money you are spending on things other than milk. You see it is a debit card that gives you 5% back with every transaction. I see a lot of savings with this card, it shows it to me right at the bottom of my receipt! I have gotten to be an expert on the question "what is 5% of $200.00". So , in an indirect way Target helps me with my math skills. And it gives me something concrete to show my husband , that I actually am making an effort to save us money. It takes the sting out of his never ending string of questioning regarding how many tank tops can one own, and why do we have so many types of hair products??
The thing that really lures me to Target, however, is it has a Starbucks. Right there inside it!! Now, anyone who knows me knows if I do not have a Starbucks cup in my hand I must A: be sick or B; have just thrown it out:) So , I can get my latte on my way to get my milk. But walking around with that warm latte is so relaxing... and there it begins. My downward spiral into "what did I actually come in here for?" as I leave with a cart full of stuff.
So today, like any other day, I went in for a harmless little birthday gift and milk. 90 minutes and one latte later, I left with a lot of things. none of which was a birthday gift. That's right I'm going back in folks...
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