The Fifth Day of Christmas
Target on the Day After Christmas was not actually as bad as you'd think it would be - unless you had a passel of small children following you around. This one woman had my full sympathy. I heard her child screaming-- no, caterwauling as soon as I walked into the store. Through my perusal of software, greeting cards, stationery, and where the socks should have been, I still heard this poor thing screaming bloody murder, continuously. The little boy, about 2 years-old I'd guess, screamed so loud for so long, I really would have thought he'd have passed out from oxygen loss by that time - but alas for the poor young mother, maybe in her early 30s, no dice. I wanted to go to Starbucks inside Target and buy her a coco to share with a smile of benign understanding -- but, A) Starbucks was across the vast sea of the store, B) The line was no doubt (and in fact) quite long, and C) Poor thing! Imagine trying to balance her shopping, the screamer, and the slightly older little girl pushing the stroller AND manage a hot object in her hands at the same time! As it was, I just chuckled to myself over the minor horror while picking out some birthday cards.
Managed to get most of what I needed at Target without getting overwhelmed. Still missing plunger, toner for the printer, and a complete strike out on my main reason for going there: socks! I decided to treat myself to a drawer full of new socks for the new year. Alas, I think Texan cultists have been stocking up on socks for the Rapture or something. The sock aisle had been plum picked over! They had only orange-and-green socks left, and note that I speak of the same pair. While I hear that Target's selection of orange-and-green rugs is really quite nice, sadly, not a whole lot of flag of Ireland action in my wardrobe, and therefore no real need for orange-and-green ARGYLE socks here. The mighty Casey strikes out!
What eventually did me in was the public library of all things! I selected Suze Orman's Women and Money on recommendation of urbanelegend and others. I wanted an additional new non-fiction topic, so decided to peruse the aisles. By the time I got to the end of the line, at History, I was tired, overdone, and ultimately pissed that I couldn't find a book with a title similar to, "History of Texas." I didn't want the history of one sub-group of people, or a military overview, or history of a particular industry in Texas -- I just wanted a basic text on local history. Four shelves = No dice! (Someone probably gave them all to Kermit, no doubt.) (Don't ask.) (Yes, I'm still mad about that.) (Ganja for sale.) (Also don't ask.)
Aside from venturing into the outside world, I managed to start on an important project of the new year. Every year I change my computer passwords at this time - yes, every single year. When you think about all the shopping sites your frequent, financial sites, emails, personal and work, and so forth, this process takes a long damn time! And yes, I miss some every year. It makes me feel better to change them at least this often if not moreso, however, so I start the ritual at the end of Christmas every year. This year had a Part Deux - I use an alternate Yahoo Mail account as my spam address. That's the address I give to anyone or anything that is not a real live human being. My current is based on my married name from a past life, but I never cared enough to change it given its usage. Today I made a new Yahoo Mail account with my future married name, and started the process of switching important accounts to point over there. Hoorah! This girl's on fire!
I love being on vacation. I didn't get out of bed until 11:11 today. That only happens twice a day, you know... 11:11, not me getting out of bed. That usually only happens once. Unless I take a nap -- and watch out! Vacation is CRAZY TIME! You just don't KNOW what might happen!
T$
P.S. ZOMG - I'm so dying pink streaks into my hair at the earliest possible opportunity.
Managed to get most of what I needed at Target without getting overwhelmed. Still missing plunger, toner for the printer, and a complete strike out on my main reason for going there: socks! I decided to treat myself to a drawer full of new socks for the new year. Alas, I think Texan cultists have been stocking up on socks for the Rapture or something. The sock aisle had been plum picked over! They had only orange-and-green socks left, and note that I speak of the same pair. While I hear that Target's selection of orange-and-green rugs is really quite nice, sadly, not a whole lot of flag of Ireland action in my wardrobe, and therefore no real need for orange-and-green ARGYLE socks here. The mighty Casey strikes out!
What eventually did me in was the public library of all things! I selected Suze Orman's Women and Money on recommendation of urbanelegend and others. I wanted an additional new non-fiction topic, so decided to peruse the aisles. By the time I got to the end of the line, at History, I was tired, overdone, and ultimately pissed that I couldn't find a book with a title similar to, "History of Texas." I didn't want the history of one sub-group of people, or a military overview, or history of a particular industry in Texas -- I just wanted a basic text on local history. Four shelves = No dice! (Someone probably gave them all to Kermit, no doubt.) (Don't ask.) (Yes, I'm still mad about that.) (Ganja for sale.) (Also don't ask.)
Aside from venturing into the outside world, I managed to start on an important project of the new year. Every year I change my computer passwords at this time - yes, every single year. When you think about all the shopping sites your frequent, financial sites, emails, personal and work, and so forth, this process takes a long damn time! And yes, I miss some every year. It makes me feel better to change them at least this often if not moreso, however, so I start the ritual at the end of Christmas every year. This year had a Part Deux - I use an alternate Yahoo Mail account as my spam address. That's the address I give to anyone or anything that is not a real live human being. My current is based on my married name from a past life, but I never cared enough to change it given its usage. Today I made a new Yahoo Mail account with my future married name, and started the process of switching important accounts to point over there. Hoorah! This girl's on fire!
I love being on vacation. I didn't get out of bed until 11:11 today. That only happens twice a day, you know... 11:11, not me getting out of bed. That usually only happens once. Unless I take a nap -- and watch out! Vacation is CRAZY TIME! You just don't KNOW what might happen!
T$
P.S. ZOMG - I'm so dying pink streaks into my hair at the earliest possible opportunity.