Black Friday and Seeing Red [and Green]

I did Black Friday this year.

Well, sorta.  I went to one store.  And I was only out and about for one hour.  But I think that is really some sort of Black Friday miracle feat.  My American Christmas consumerism guardian angel was watching over me and my wallet.

Here’s how it went down: I knew I wanted to get Husband a nice watch for Christmas.  He’s been hinting about it for a long time.  That man has a mild obsession with dress watches.  When we went to pick out our wedding bands he was practically drooling over the watch case.  Anyway, I wanted something really nice for him, and we decided our Christmas budget for each other this year was $200, so I really had something to work with.  Enter Black Friday.  Kohl’s had Men’s Bulova watches on a ridiculous sale; some were 75% off!  I inwardly rejoiced.

So off I went at midnight.  I thought to myself, This is a relatively small city we live in, and our Kohl’s is off the beaten path – there won’t be hundreds of people in line!  I’ll just show up about 30 minutes before the store opens and I’ll be good to go. Continue reading

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Hooray for the 90’s

After all the craziness we’ve endured with it being an election year, I have thought more than once how great it was when I was a kid and understood nothing of politics.  **Let me state here that I strive to be an educated voter and I appreciate the blessing of living in a democratic republic.**  But just take a minute and remember how awesome it was when you were a kid and didn’t have to worry about any of “The Issues”.  Heck, I didn’t even know what “The Issues” were back then.  And it was awesome.

So, I was pretty cool in the 90’s.  I faithfully watched Full House every day and carried my Little Mermaid backpack with pride.  I had a collection of Lisa Frank pencils that came with erasers shaped like pretty neon animals that I would have never dreamed of using to erase anything.  My grandmother permed my hair on a regular basis, and once, I even made the horrible decision to perm my eyebrow-length bangs.

Me, probably around 1995-1997. Permed bangs and all.

I wore out my cassette tape Beauty and the Beast soundtrack and Amy Grant albums working on choreographed roller-blade dances (the skates you see above were the predecessors of my awesome roller blades that I got on my eleventh birthday).  I loved school and only remember thinking about the T.A.A.S. test once a year.  In third grade, our teacher took the students who had successfully learned their multiplication tables and passed all the multiplication tests that week to Dairy Queen for a cone.  I memorized Spice Girl dances with my new junior high friends and thought the Backstreet Boys were the best thing to happen to music ever.  I had one friend who was a ‘bad girl type’ who wore safety pins as earrings and dyed her hair with Kool Aid and I thought she was awesome.  I was allowed to ride my bike all over the neighborhood and got upset when it rained in the summer time because all the fun things to do were outside, other than Legos of course.  Continue reading

I’m Scared of Zombies. For Real.

Feliz Dia de los Muertos!  I should have written this post yesterday I suppose, but I’ve had a bit of writers block lately.  But thanks to this post by another cool lady named Holly over on her fitness blog, I finally have a little seasonal blog-spiration.

So I have a serious obsession with the tv show The Walking Dead.  I love it.  It scares the pants off me.  And since hubby and I have gotten into the show, I have just had a general obsession with zombies.  In the past year or so I have watched almost every zombie movie I can find.  Jared is a good sport about it, because he enjoys them too.

Photo credit: mtnweekly.com

The weird thing is, I am seriously terrified of zombies.  But I CANT. STOP. WATCHING.  It’s a strange phenomenon.  Continue reading