Stuff
I had a "god, I must be getting old" moment today. I reluctantly ventured into the mall to buy gift certificates at the Hollister store. (Thanks to kasadilla who helply provided directions, I did not wander the mall for hours on end. Though it still felt like it.) If you've never been in Hollister, it looks like a surf shop/tiki hut, and is divided up into multiple little rooms. I went in and wandered through the rooms aimlessly trying to find an area that somewhat resembled a cash register. Finally, a 12-year old came to see if I needed help. (Okay, I'm sure she was at least 16 due to child labor laws, but she looked 12.) She gave me directions that actually included several turns, but finally got me to the cash register/tiki bar. The music was so freaking loud, the cashier could not even hear me. I felt like my own mother for a moment there, but got out relatively unscathed.
After the mall trauma, I headed over to the scrapbook store to get some supplies for my brother's Iraq book. Thanks to turtleofwrath for letting me know that there was a scrapbook store over there. The place was absolutely fantastic for my project. They had some amazing Marine Corps things. This homemade present will probably end up costing me a lot more than other presents I'm buying, not to mention the time that will go into it, but I refuse to do a half-assed job. I think sleep and I will become more estranged next week, if that's at all possible. I will have to head back to the scrapbook store on my day off Friday. I thought I had a nice stencil set from my last big scrapbook project for my grandmother a few years ago, but I can't find it to save my life. I'm quite sure it will ultimately be worth the effort just to see his face. I'm going to put several hours into it tonight. These projects always seem to be twice as hard and take twice as long as I anticipate. I'm just pretending I'm back in college and have a paper due the next morning.
All in all, a good day. And that's saying something since I've been up since 6:00 this morning.
After the mall trauma, I headed over to the scrapbook store to get some supplies for my brother's Iraq book. Thanks to turtleofwrath for letting me know that there was a scrapbook store over there. The place was absolutely fantastic for my project. They had some amazing Marine Corps things. This homemade present will probably end up costing me a lot more than other presents I'm buying, not to mention the time that will go into it, but I refuse to do a half-assed job. I think sleep and I will become more estranged next week, if that's at all possible. I will have to head back to the scrapbook store on my day off Friday. I thought I had a nice stencil set from my last big scrapbook project for my grandmother a few years ago, but I can't find it to save my life. I'm quite sure it will ultimately be worth the effort just to see his face. I'm going to put several hours into it tonight. These projects always seem to be twice as hard and take twice as long as I anticipate. I'm just pretending I'm back in college and have a paper due the next morning.
All in all, a good day. And that's saying something since I've been up since 6:00 this morning.