Archive for March, 2009


Don’t let anyone fool you, chocolate yogurt still tastes like yogurt, and it does *nothing* for the chocolate.

please, someone take my money

I’ve got a major project due again, so what am I doing? Taking the boy shopping of course. He really does need pj’s, his are way to small. I figured it would be no big deal; head over to Target, pick up a couple of pairs and some fish food and be back home in an hour. Of course it didn’t work that way. Apparently once boys hit the age of 9, they stop wearing pj’s. The largest I could find was 8. He has 8s, they’re too small, hence the need to shop for larger ones. I’m looking for 10-12s so when they shrink, they’ll still fit. There aren’t any at Target, so we slip over to Kohl’s. They don’t have any either. And it’s not like they’re out of stock, there is no place for them to be stocked. They do not exist. I can’t even find any lounge pants his size. Nothing, zip, nada. I am left with one choice, and that’s the dreaded Wal-Mart. Our Wal-mart is one of those with a fast food place in it, and since it’s been an hour since he ate last, he starts whining to get something to eat. No. Not in a Wal-Mart fast food place. I know they have rats in the stockroom, I don’t want to think about the kitchen. So off we go to the boys department with much whining. Again, no “big boy” pjs. in fact, the only boy pj’s I can find at all are on the clearance rack. There is no designated pj rack for boys out of diapers at Wal-Mart. Scrounging through the clearance rack, I find about 20 one-piece footie pjs in sizes from 8 to 18. Oh yeah, this makes sense. I’m a sixteen year old teen boy and I *want* to wear footie pajamas with Lightning McQueen on them. I shit you not, this what they had in stock. My son, in a desparate attempt to exit quickly, says those will be fine mom. Yeah right, the kid has a hard enough time hitting the bowl, I’m going to buy him a one piece to fight with while half asleep? I think not. He agreed once I pointed out the realities of pee. But wait, hidden between two size 16 footies was a pair of non-footie size 10’s. Success! sort of. One pair is not going to cut it. So we go look at the mens lounge pants. I’m figuring I’ll get extra small and hem them. Right. The smallest they had were as long as he is tall. Not happening. So we kind of wander over to the women’s lounge pants. They have Sponge Bob, so he’s getting ok with the idea, as long as there’s no pink and we can leave immediately. But alas, no luck, the only acceptable Sponge Bob pants were size 22W. The men’s were smaller. But lo, an employee, and bonus, its an assistant manager. I explain what I’m looking for and we walk back to the boys department. He looks around, with a more confused than normal look on his face, and finally points to a half rack with about 10 pairs on them. There are 3 my son’s size and one pair of lounge pants. I explain to the manager that of three stores, I have no found exactly 10 pairs of pj’s for a boy older than 8. What does he do? Say something like I’ll make sure we take a look at that, or we’ll order more, or even something asinine like we’re between seasons? No, he tells me to order them online.
Now why didn’t I think of that.

What the fluff?

This is my first and only blog.  I expect it to go through a series of transformations as I figure out how WordPress works.  Essentially, this is just another method of procrastination.  I get real productive when I’m procrastinating (as I am now) so this my way of getting the fluff out so I can be productive where I’m supposed to be.

Someone once told me that any time you have a strong reaction to someone you meet (or know), it is because you are reating to something you like or dislike about yourself.  Every time I’ve applied that assumption to myself, I’ve found it to be true.  For example, the procrastination thing.  My boss will frequently (read, always) have a huge project with a hard deadline and even though he knows about it for weeks, he won’t start assigning people tasks until the day, or maybe the day before, its due.  Then everybody has drop whatever they’re doing to pull his ass out of the fire.  Again.  It really pisses me off, and always has.  And then I realized it pissed me off because I procrastinate the same way and usually end up working right until the deadline to complete something.  The power is in knowing I do it, and I take great pains to make sure that until I can stop doing it, nobody else has to pay for my stupidity.  If  that means I miss a deadline and get my ass chewed out, or fail the assignment in class, that’s my fault.  My family shouldn’t be neglected or should my co-workers have to cover for me because I waited til the last minute.

Therefore, I am done here and will apply myself to the assignment that is due in a few hours instead of waiting until the last minute to post it.