Sunday, November 18, 2007

3-2

Thanksgiving is Thursday! Can you believe it folks? This is absolutely my favorite time of year. Yes, my birthday was last week so of course you may think that influences my love of Fall, but honestly it doesn't really...maybe when I was little. I don't really enjoy birthdays anymore tbh, I always seem to get a bit melancoly that day, or emo as the kids say.
I love the holidays. The time between Thanksgiving and Christmas is heavenly. Christmas music everywhere, getting together with family and friends, decorations, I get into all of it. I've already got 4 Christmas decorations up at my desk at work, and yes I will be breaking out the Christmas village next week at work. I'll take photographs and post them so you can truly see what a nerd I am.

So...did anyone see Oprah this week? More to the point, the two parter that aired Thursday and Friday-The Secret Life of Hoarders? OMG. There are no words to describe that mess, pun intended. You know, I have to admit I am the type who will sit in silent judgement when I see things on tv that I cannot comprehend, acts that are, in my opinion, inhumane...you know, kiddie fiddlers, murderers, etc...Now I'm not comparing hoarders to pedophiles, but my point is this...while I was washed over with disgust watching those two hours of tv, I couldn't help but relate to that woman, to a much smaller extent. I too am a hoarder. I too enjoy getting a good bargain, it does make me feel good, it does fulfill something in me I suppose. The irony of all of this, is that I got a wild hair to clean last night. (Rewind-I must point out I tape all my shows on my DVR so I didn't watch the episodes when they originally aired). I went to Wal-Mart and got some supplies I needed, came home and did some serious kitchen and bathroom cleaning. I felt so good afterwards and about midnight when I was done, I sat down and decided to check my dvr to see what it had to offer. I chose Oprah and that's what I saw. Talk about God sent...I totally think I needed to see something like that to snap me into reality and realize that I need to change some of my habits. I was talking to my mom about this today and she said after she saw that, she went into her closet and finally purged it of a bunch of old clothes she'd been hanging onto for so long.

Ok, since I'm talking about Wal-Mart, here's another story. About a month ago I realized I needed a new shower curtain. I frequent the Target near work a lot on my lunch break, so one day I went in search of a new shower curtain. I swear the tag on the shelf said $19.99 which was my limit...no more than $20 for a shower curtain is a good motto to live by I say. When I was at the register I failed to see that it was actually $24.99 and only discovered this when I reviewed my receipt back at work. I was pissed. (I won't start on my conspiracy theories about stores in this day and age with their not putting price tags on each item, only labels on the shelves, in the attempt to lure you into putting the item in your buggy and then charging more at the register because they know you probably won't notice the $1-5 markup). I have been sick thinking about that damn $25 shower curtain. I never even got it out of the packaging. Last night I happened by the bathroom accessories section at Wal-Mart and found one I liked even more than the evil Target one, and it was only $15! You know I bought it and returned that overpriced one to Target today.
I should mention that when I went to Target tonight, the dude at the register said "Wow you looked tired" which we all know is code for "Wow, you look like shit." Ok fine, I went out in yoga pants and a black hoodie...it's freakin Target, not the senior prom folks! I didn't put on makeup or my grandmothers pearls to swap a shower curtain for a new mop and toilet paper!

Monday, November 5, 2007

On The Nightshift

Anyone who has known me for any stretch of time knows that I am not a morning person. Guess what? I'm never going to be one! I'm in my third decade of living and I've come to terms with this...actually I never had a problem with it, but countless others and their snarky remarks seeped into my head and have made me wonder if this was something I would eventually "grow" out of and one day miraculously wake up alert and perky.

Those of you out there that can roll out of bed at 5, 6, 7 am with not so much as a thought of slapping the snooze button, and jump right up to start your day...I applaud you. Good for you. Here's the thing, there are those among you who have gotten a little too self righteous when it comes to the debate of morning vs. night people. One remark I've heard in particular on more than one occasion, and which has caused my hands to be clasped in full throttle mode, is "when you finally become an adult, you'll turn into a morning person" or something along those lines. My own father has made this remark one bazillion times regarding my brother and me. I don't understand the hostility folks? Who really cares? You get a lot done in the morning? BFD. We get a lot done at night. Do we really need to separate into two gangs, ala Jets vs Sharks? It would not be uncommon to find me cleaning my toilet at 11:30pm on a Tuesday night. I'm more inspired at night to compose my thoughts, so email is best checked at that hour, along with senseless blogging (checks clock-12:27am). One thing you won't find me doing late at night is taking out my trash, but that is a direct effect of the countless hours I've spent watching Forensic Files, Cold Case Files, American Justice, etc...Our dimly lit parking lot lends itself too big a scenario for trouble which plays out in my head when I comtemplate going to the dark corner of it where the dumpster sits.
What was I rambling on about? Right, well with that being said, despite my nocturnal body clock I am sometimes forced to deal with the eaaaaarly morning hours from time to time. I currently work West Coast business hours, (psst-that means 11-8 EST) so I don't have to greet the dawn too often. Last week I worked 8-5 one day and procrastinated the night before in getting some things done, which forced me to wake up at 6:00am that day. Good grief, and it was cold to boot. My hardwood floors are unforgiving on a cold Wednesday morning. Still, I dragged myself into the shower and with zombie like precision, managed to get the hair washed. The only bright shining moment of getting up this early was that VH1 Classic was airing 80's pop cheese videos. Much to my delight, as soon as I walked back into my bedroom a video by NKOTB came on...which one was it? 'Please Don't Go Girl.' Now you know I was big time into NKOTB back in the day. Joey Joe was the shit. Y'all know I sat down and watched that mess and transformed back into a time when life was much more simple...7th grade. Ooh, how I hated those bitches in the video at the end, on the whirly carnival ride. So that wasn't so bad, that one morning, I must say.