I went to a friend’s baby shower a while ago. Naturally, she was registered at Babies R’ Us. I’ve never stepped foot in the store, and as soon as I heard the swoosh of the doors closing behind me I knew I was in trouble. I was overwhelmed and suddenly felt like a baby myself as I lost all sense of time and decision making ability. This warehouse…um…I mean…store is full of all the things you need for a baby. Like “baby’s first Valentine’s Day” outfits, and Baby Einstein videos.
I was rescued from my infantile state when the helpful woman at the registry desk gave me a map of the store and a sympathetic ear. She even told me the first time she walked into the store, she walked one lap around the store and walked right back out. And now she works there. I hope that’s not foreshadowing for my next career.
Don’t misunderstand me, I LOVE babies. I just don’t understand the baby world. How could you need a whole warehouse of stuff for one baby? And I don’t even want to know what that pump is for.
Sunday, February 25, 2007
No self-respecting Montanan would...
...use an umbrella while it was snowing.
But that’s just what I did this winter during one of those rare Oregon snow storms. You know the ones where everyone freaks out and suddenly doesn’t know how to drive, and all the schools get closed. “What…is….that….white….stuff…falling from the sky?”
Anyway, this isn’t about the crazy Oregon natives, it’s about this self-incriminating Montanan. The use of the umbrella did have some high points. When I showed up for my meeting, the papers I was carrying were dry, and my hair maintained it’s cute-ness. Despite the positives, I couldn’t help laughing and being ashamed of myself during the long walk from my car to the student union building.
At least I wasn’t wearing purple stiletto heels and carrying an umbrella in the snow like one girl I saw.
But that’s just what I did this winter during one of those rare Oregon snow storms. You know the ones where everyone freaks out and suddenly doesn’t know how to drive, and all the schools get closed. “What…is….that….white….stuff…falling from the sky?”
Anyway, this isn’t about the crazy Oregon natives, it’s about this self-incriminating Montanan. The use of the umbrella did have some high points. When I showed up for my meeting, the papers I was carrying were dry, and my hair maintained it’s cute-ness. Despite the positives, I couldn’t help laughing and being ashamed of myself during the long walk from my car to the student union building.
At least I wasn’t wearing purple stiletto heels and carrying an umbrella in the snow like one girl I saw.
Tuesday, February 6, 2007
I'm blogging
For weeks I've been trying to convince myself that I could join the ranks of bloggers. I am one of the least tech-savvy people I know, how could I possibly handle the pressure of setting up a blog? After some encouragement from a prolific blogger, and help in deciding the all important question of what to name my blog, I'm off and running.
Here you will not find lengthy discourses about philosophical truths, or insights into the depths of my soul. No, this is a place for me to share with you the stupid things I do every day, and also the bizarre things I notice in the world around me. Happy reading!
Here you will not find lengthy discourses about philosophical truths, or insights into the depths of my soul. No, this is a place for me to share with you the stupid things I do every day, and also the bizarre things I notice in the world around me. Happy reading!
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