I had forgotten the thrills of working retail over holidays. . . .
I worked everyday this weekend at my parttime job and am looking forward to having two evenings off. I worked up until the start of the Husker game and then decided I just couldn't sit around watching tv, so a friend who was down from up by South Dakota and I went shopping at SouthPoint.
She mentioned that her husband would be very angry if they started talking politics while we were gone. I was a little surprised that they woudl feel that was because isn't everybody talking politics these days?
That of course led us to have a bit of a heated discussion about politics of course.
She feels it doesn't matter who gets into the white house because all politicians lie.
I stated one of my main reasons to vote was that I felt our soldiers should be brought home and I felt that Obama would be most likely to make it happen . . .
And the feces hit the fan.
I was not so peaceably informed that many of the soldiers who have returned home have said they are doing a lot of good and I shouldn't think that our assistance in the mid-east is worthless.
Okay, please scroll back up at this point and see if I made any negative statement about what our soldiers are doing overseas.
Really? You mean I didn't scream obscenities about war and billions of dollars and rant about the evils of oil?
I've tried to learn the subtle art of polite politics discussion and I have the talk about war down to a science (I hope.) I simply feel that our nation is struggling right now and that it is time to focus more on internal problems, which is hard to do while we are all gazing across the globe, worried for our loved ones safety.
The End. . . .that's all I try to state about the war with someone that I know doesn't share the same political beliefs.
Of course, everything else in our discussion went down hill from there . . . .On to other things.
Alaina spent the weekend with Jeff's parents. I missed her, but it is hard to create an argument to have her stay here while I was working most of the weekend out of the house. She got a lot more play time and fun with Grandma and Grandpa.
But that about sums up the weekend.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
Going greener everyday!
Jeff and I are finally recycling big time! We signed up for RecycleLiNK at the Farmer's Market last week. The first four months are only $16 dollars right now while the regular price is $8 a month. We get a large grey recycle container which is emptied once a week.
No sorting
No tiny little blue box
No driving to a center with a trunk full of rattling bottles and cans.
There are a few downsides, they don't take glass (that's okay Jeff will just have to continue to lug his empty beer bottles to the center outside of Alaina's daycare.)
They don't take plastics 4,6, and 7. (Although the guy assured me that if you put a few in, they won't dump them back on our porch at a later date.)
But the best part is you receive incentive points for each pound you recycle to put toward gift cards for local stores. And when I say stores I mean cool places like Hy-Vee, B@th and Body Works, and Bed B@th and Beyond!
I'm not sure how the points convert to $$$ but who cares? Even a little incentive goes a long way!!! If you live in Lincoln you just have to check it out!
http://www.recyclelink.net/
p.s. I don't get any kickbacks for this . . . except for a cleaner tomorrow for Alaina!
No sorting
No tiny little blue box
No driving to a center with a trunk full of rattling bottles and cans.
There are a few downsides, they don't take glass (that's okay Jeff will just have to continue to lug his empty beer bottles to the center outside of Alaina's daycare.)
They don't take plastics 4,6, and 7. (Although the guy assured me that if you put a few in, they won't dump them back on our porch at a later date.)
But the best part is you receive incentive points for each pound you recycle to put toward gift cards for local stores. And when I say stores I mean cool places like Hy-Vee, B@th and Body Works, and Bed B@th and Beyond!
I'm not sure how the points convert to $$$ but who cares? Even a little incentive goes a long way!!! If you live in Lincoln you just have to check it out!
http://www.recyclelink.net/
p.s. I don't get any kickbacks for this . . . except for a cleaner tomorrow for Alaina!
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Interviewing can be silly . .
So . .
I recently started a part time job . . which is working out but yet isn't really working out. The schedule doesn't come out very early which is hard for me because I'm used to being able to plan ahead now. So I'm looking at a few more options right now. I'm currently at a department store which is cool, but what is even cooler is that I interviewed for VSecret! It was a group interview and I had three thoughts roaming through my head . . .
1) I am not wearing near enough eyeliner to be interviewing with these girls
2) I am not anywhere near tan-orexic enough to be here either
3) I'd better not mention I've got a little girl to all these college freshman or the force of their exhaled breath as they go "AWWWWWWW!" will blow me out of my seat.
Seriously there were probably only two of us over the age of 21 there. Must stated that they were freshmen or sophmores at college. Scary.
But wouldn't it be fun to work there????
I recently started a part time job . . which is working out but yet isn't really working out. The schedule doesn't come out very early which is hard for me because I'm used to being able to plan ahead now. So I'm looking at a few more options right now. I'm currently at a department store which is cool, but what is even cooler is that I interviewed for VSecret! It was a group interview and I had three thoughts roaming through my head . . .
1) I am not wearing near enough eyeliner to be interviewing with these girls
2) I am not anywhere near tan-orexic enough to be here either
3) I'd better not mention I've got a little girl to all these college freshman or the force of their exhaled breath as they go "AWWWWWWW!" will blow me out of my seat.
Seriously there were probably only two of us over the age of 21 there. Must stated that they were freshmen or sophmores at college. Scary.
But wouldn't it be fun to work there????
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
The Power of Five
I think I want to do a little personal challenge. I want to be more green, but I just don't have the time, money or resources to go as green as can be. So maybe I can shoot for a chain reaction. I saw some facts listed in a catalogue today and it made me squirm in my seat a little.
Some Things to Consider
Some Things to Consider
- If every American home swapped five incandescent bulb fixtures for Energy Star CFLs, it would keep one trillion pounds of greenhouse gases out of the air.
- Each ton of paper recycled saves 17 trees and 7,000 gallons of water.
- Recycling one glass bottle saves enough energy to light a 100-watt bulb for four hours.
- Shoppers worldwide are using 500 billion to 1 trillion plastic bags per year. This translates to about 150 bags a year for every person on earth.
I feel a little better when I know that we aren't buying anymore regular bulbs for our house. We are starting to phase them all out for the green type of light bulbs. I recycle my newspapers, but I only get two days a week, so they don't pile up very fast. And I've switched to those neat canvas totes for shopping. I have five at home and I even take them to the mall when I can.
But what about you? I saw the number five pop up quite a bit in my thoughts, so I decided to take on a personal challenge. Could I talk five people into switching to the better bulbs and forgoing their plastic grocery sacks? Can you beat the fact that for every bag I bring back in to Hy-Vee, they give me five cents back? If you think about it . . you get your money back in 20 trips to the store since they are only a dollar a piece. Not to mention the added bonus of not having more plastic bags enter your house!
So are you up to a challenge OM? Nikki? MBG? Mama?
Since I don't think anyone else reads this, I'm going to hit up some friends around town. Get on it people! Think if this as your mini green challenge.
And if you are up for it, tell five more people . . .
I double dog dare you!
Sunday, August 3, 2008
A quick note
So many things going through my mind right now . . .
Alaina came home after a week with Grandma and Grandpa B. Truly, that was too long to be without my little one, but since I had a going away party on Thursday night and worked my part time job on Friday, I didn't have a leg to stand on to argue for an early return home.
I tidied up our main floor bathroom a bit this week, but not to the level that I'm willing to display it on Org Junkie. Frankly I can't justify buying lots of containers that I may not use in a year because we are hoping to redo said bathroom. Also with the camera missing in action, I have nothing to display pics with anyway.
I'm about to breakdown and buy a little $100 - $150 camera to use temporarily because I feel my daughter's childhood slipping away. I mean seriously, did people cry at the end of everyday before cameras came around because they couldn't save clips of their lives for infinity? The way I feel right now, you would think so!
I guess that's about all I can squeeze out of my jumbled thoughts right now . . .
Alaina came home after a week with Grandma and Grandpa B. Truly, that was too long to be without my little one, but since I had a going away party on Thursday night and worked my part time job on Friday, I didn't have a leg to stand on to argue for an early return home.
I tidied up our main floor bathroom a bit this week, but not to the level that I'm willing to display it on Org Junkie. Frankly I can't justify buying lots of containers that I may not use in a year because we are hoping to redo said bathroom. Also with the camera missing in action, I have nothing to display pics with anyway.
I'm about to breakdown and buy a little $100 - $150 camera to use temporarily because I feel my daughter's childhood slipping away. I mean seriously, did people cry at the end of everyday before cameras came around because they couldn't save clips of their lives for infinity? The way I feel right now, you would think so!
I guess that's about all I can squeeze out of my jumbled thoughts right now . . .
Friday, August 1, 2008
One more for the day . . .
I had thought that needed to be recorded. It is in response to Omaha Mama's blogging about her house being not as clean as she thinks it should be and not staying absolutely true to her schedule.
Growing up, Mama was big on routines, she cleaned like clock work, snacks and meals were always on schedule, and the laundry was always done.
Then when we were old enought she went back to school to work on herself and the rest of us let the immaculate condition of the house slide into oblivion.
But when I look back at the time after Mom went back to school and I hit hight school, do I think about cluttered counters and laundry piles?
Nope.
The stories I told my coworkers last night as we hung out were about my great parents, whom everyone voluteered to chaparone the dances because they were so cool they would disco with up and they would tease everyone by doing "pencil" tests during slow dances.
And how even the troubled kids (in a previously life they were called Bad Boys) would stop on my mother's porch, apologize, and turn the tshirt they were wearing insideout because it has cuss words or a dirty message written on the front. They knew she didn't like them in her house and they all respected my parents.
I tell the stories about how we didn't get the latest and greatest game stations growing up, but we knew how to play a great game of make believe and our friends enjoyed that more that the latest Nintendo game.
But when I want to make them laugh I tell the Saturday Night story . . .
I sat at home at 9 pm on a Saturday. I just wanted to sit at home and read my new book. But Mom had other ideas. She stopped down at my room a few times to mention that I should go out and meet some friends or go into the coffee shop (my usual hangout). I didn't want to but she finally pushed me enough that I got up and headed for the door. She stopped me in a bit of a panic because I was about to go out wearing one of my brothers old flannel shirts, jeans, sneakers and a ball cap. She said I shoud at least put earrings on . . . and maybe a little makeup and fix my hair. So I told her nevermind, I'd just stay home - this was said in the snotty tone that children perfect the day they turn 13. She pretty much begged so I conceeded to the point that I put on make up and fluffed my hair a bit (I was not putting in earrings!) And when I went to leave, she told me to be home by midnight. Now the problem with that is, it takes about 30 minutes to get to town from our house, and 30 minutes to get home of course. By the time we got to this point, it was 10:30 pm, giving me about 30 minutes to "hang out." I can't actually remember if I went out or not that night . . . but it was the start of a beautiful tradition with my mother.
Typically when I go home, before I leave the house, I turn to my mother and hold out my hand, kind of in a "TA-DA" kind of gesture. At this point she will mention if I need a little more blush, or a belt (I don't usually get that one anymore) or some jewelry. Now to be honest, this habit of ours has fallen a bit to the wayside, but it was around long enough for my husband to comment, because he noticed the big "TA-DA" move one time when we were leaving to go visit some friends in town. I said, "Sometimes its just easier to play along."
Frankly I think Mom and I were just stuck in a rut. After I got married she even confessed that she was just trying to help me look pretty for a boy. Which didn't explain the fact that by that time I was already seriously invovled with Jeff.
I love you, Mom and all the quirks that come with being your daughter.
And p.s. Why didn't Stacey ever get the royal treatment? I must have looked truly hopeless to you. : )
Growing up, Mama was big on routines, she cleaned like clock work, snacks and meals were always on schedule, and the laundry was always done.
Then when we were old enought she went back to school to work on herself and the rest of us let the immaculate condition of the house slide into oblivion.
But when I look back at the time after Mom went back to school and I hit hight school, do I think about cluttered counters and laundry piles?
Nope.
The stories I told my coworkers last night as we hung out were about my great parents, whom everyone voluteered to chaparone the dances because they were so cool they would disco with up and they would tease everyone by doing "pencil" tests during slow dances.
And how even the troubled kids (in a previously life they were called Bad Boys) would stop on my mother's porch, apologize, and turn the tshirt they were wearing insideout because it has cuss words or a dirty message written on the front. They knew she didn't like them in her house and they all respected my parents.
I tell the stories about how we didn't get the latest and greatest game stations growing up, but we knew how to play a great game of make believe and our friends enjoyed that more that the latest Nintendo game.
But when I want to make them laugh I tell the Saturday Night story . . .
I sat at home at 9 pm on a Saturday. I just wanted to sit at home and read my new book. But Mom had other ideas. She stopped down at my room a few times to mention that I should go out and meet some friends or go into the coffee shop (my usual hangout). I didn't want to but she finally pushed me enough that I got up and headed for the door. She stopped me in a bit of a panic because I was about to go out wearing one of my brothers old flannel shirts, jeans, sneakers and a ball cap. She said I shoud at least put earrings on . . . and maybe a little makeup and fix my hair. So I told her nevermind, I'd just stay home - this was said in the snotty tone that children perfect the day they turn 13. She pretty much begged so I conceeded to the point that I put on make up and fluffed my hair a bit (I was not putting in earrings!) And when I went to leave, she told me to be home by midnight. Now the problem with that is, it takes about 30 minutes to get to town from our house, and 30 minutes to get home of course. By the time we got to this point, it was 10:30 pm, giving me about 30 minutes to "hang out." I can't actually remember if I went out or not that night . . . but it was the start of a beautiful tradition with my mother.
Typically when I go home, before I leave the house, I turn to my mother and hold out my hand, kind of in a "TA-DA" kind of gesture. At this point she will mention if I need a little more blush, or a belt (I don't usually get that one anymore) or some jewelry. Now to be honest, this habit of ours has fallen a bit to the wayside, but it was around long enough for my husband to comment, because he noticed the big "TA-DA" move one time when we were leaving to go visit some friends in town. I said, "Sometimes its just easier to play along."
Frankly I think Mom and I were just stuck in a rut. After I got married she even confessed that she was just trying to help me look pretty for a boy. Which didn't explain the fact that by that time I was already seriously invovled with Jeff.
I love you, Mom and all the quirks that come with being your daughter.
And p.s. Why didn't Stacey ever get the royal treatment? I must have looked truly hopeless to you. : )
B@tm@n
So we went to see the new movie and while I have heard "best movie ever" from may sources, I'm not sure.
Don't get me wrong I loved it, but I have the hardest time picking the best movie ever. I think that I would have to say "Princess Bride" but that's more from a personal standpoint.
"Shaw$hank Redemption" is one of my favorites as well.
But for sure it was the best caped crusader movie. The way the plot is woven together is just stunning! And I could wax poetic about Heath's performance as the Joker forever. That man had some skill. And I'm not talking from a sentimental place in my heart.
I judge all movies by if I am "sucked into" the world of the movie. Did I see the characters on the screen? Or did I simply see a bunch of actors trying to be someone else. I never saw Heath on the screen. I only saw the Joker. Even when I tried to be a sentimental sap and think about the shame it was to lose him, the character would do something horrific, and I'd only see the Joker again.
But the person I'm most impressed by is Bale. I have loved Bale ever since Newsies came out when I was in elementary school. Oh, he was so cute!!! But he has come a long way from playing a dancing paper boy. I can't believe how well he pulls off the playboy Wayne personality and give the Bat the intimidating creepiness that the costume deserves.
And the voice he uses for the bat! I just get chills its so creepy!
Batman was never meant to be a sexy character. Except in a raw elemental way.
But enough about the movie. I need to get back to the list.
My top movies
(not in order, because truly, it depends on the day)
1. The Usual $uspects
2. Prin-cess Bride
3. The D@rk Knight
4. Pride and Prejudice
5. Hot Fuzz
Frankly, that's all I have so far. These are the movies, that I could watch over and over again, because there are so many levels to watch in them. Every time you watch, there is something else to see. Does that make any sense?
I love to watch Pride and Prejudice to watch the background characters. Especially when they are 'just missing each other in the ballroom scene.' And to catch the secret glances that pass between the hero and heroine.
Don't get me wrong I loved it, but I have the hardest time picking the best movie ever. I think that I would have to say "Princess Bride" but that's more from a personal standpoint.
"Shaw$hank Redemption" is one of my favorites as well.
But for sure it was the best caped crusader movie. The way the plot is woven together is just stunning! And I could wax poetic about Heath's performance as the Joker forever. That man had some skill. And I'm not talking from a sentimental place in my heart.
I judge all movies by if I am "sucked into" the world of the movie. Did I see the characters on the screen? Or did I simply see a bunch of actors trying to be someone else. I never saw Heath on the screen. I only saw the Joker. Even when I tried to be a sentimental sap and think about the shame it was to lose him, the character would do something horrific, and I'd only see the Joker again.
But the person I'm most impressed by is Bale. I have loved Bale ever since Newsies came out when I was in elementary school. Oh, he was so cute!!! But he has come a long way from playing a dancing paper boy. I can't believe how well he pulls off the playboy Wayne personality and give the Bat the intimidating creepiness that the costume deserves.
And the voice he uses for the bat! I just get chills its so creepy!
Batman was never meant to be a sexy character. Except in a raw elemental way.
But enough about the movie. I need to get back to the list.
My top movies
(not in order, because truly, it depends on the day)
1. The Usual $uspects
2. Prin-cess Bride
3. The D@rk Knight
4. Pride and Prejudice
5. Hot Fuzz
Frankly, that's all I have so far. These are the movies, that I could watch over and over again, because there are so many levels to watch in them. Every time you watch, there is something else to see. Does that make any sense?
I love to watch Pride and Prejudice to watch the background characters. Especially when they are 'just missing each other in the ballroom scene.' And to catch the secret glances that pass between the hero and heroine.
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