Sam Walton should have named his club "Crap Club"
I just got back from a monthly trip to Sam's Club for work. I cannot stand this place. After arguing with customer service for quite some time about a bill (which the corporate office couldn't help me with, so I had to go to the store of purchase) I finally lost my cool. Surprisingly, it worked, and I was able to get them to see where they made their mistakes. I got my money back and an apology.
I used to think the whole Sam Walton idea was genius. Now, since he died and Wal-Mart has taken over the world, I think otherwise. To me, it now represents everything that is wrong with America. They'll probably endorse Bush at the rate things are going.
I started to watch the Republican National Convention last night, but I couldn't get past keynote speaker Senator Zell Miller. He drove me up the f---ing wall. My favorite phrase ole' Zell used about Bush and his Christian ways was this one: "He's the same person Saturday night, as he is Sunday morning." Well, let's think about that. It wasn't too many years ago that Georgie Porgie was yacking his guts out on Sunday morning with a hang over and church wasn't even a glint in his eye. And, the Bush Twins were just a little too cute for my taste. Jenna looks just like her Dad-retarded.
Molly's recent posting of the link to Michael Moore's letter to the prez was great. It was sarcasm at it's finest.
Off to dog obedience class tonight! Mike's at the hockey World Cup, so it's just me & Madison. Help!
Hope you all have a great Labor Day weekend. Enjoy the extra day off if you have it.
Thursday, September 02, 2004
Wednesday, September 01, 2004
Shut up, Taybe.
I was just thinking about how Alissa and I kept at each other with some family funny phrases when they were visiting in July. Somehow we started talking about when the kids were little and how they can never sit still when you go to an event. Pat mentioned that he had just found one of my old choir concerts from hs on tape and you can hear Alissa (age 4 at the time) saying such things as: "Don't. Stop. I'm hottttt." It was hilarious.
So, whenever she picked on me, or complained, we'd all start saying, "Don't, stop, I'm hot." After awhile, she managed to think up one of her own for me: "Shut up, Taybe."
Taybe was my imaginary friend at around ages 4-5. I don't know how to spell the name, because it's obviously made-up! Anyway, Pat loves to tell everyone how I was a nut case and that I used to freak them out with this 'friend' of mine. Alissa used it to her advantage. :)
To be honest, I knew Taybe wasn't real. I knew she was a figment of imagination. I couldn't have even told you what she looked like. She was just someone to talk to. I only had 2 other kids in the neighborhood to play with, and they were boys. When I got tired of playing cars, digging in the dirt, etc, and I wanted to do girl stuff, I played with Taybe.
She had a dog named Buffy. (That's because I wanted a dog myself.) She lived in two places: at the fire hydrant at the end of the block, and across the street from Mike & Sue, my aunt and uncle. (don't ask me why she lived in two places, I really don't know.) My mom said that I made her out to be very real. I would talk to her in the car and tell stories. Once, when mom drove around a corner too fast, I said, "Mom, watch out, you knocked over Taybe." It was just enough to freak Mom out. I don't remember much more then that about Taybe, but she went away when I started kindergarden.
In my defense, it's been noted by child psychologists that when children have imaginary friends, this indicates a creative and verbal personality. So, when Pat tells me I was a nut job, that's what I say. HE never had any imaginary friends. Mom & Dad just liked the fact that he was quiet and knew how to play by himself. Yes, I was (and am) the resident freak of our family!
I was just thinking about how Alissa and I kept at each other with some family funny phrases when they were visiting in July. Somehow we started talking about when the kids were little and how they can never sit still when you go to an event. Pat mentioned that he had just found one of my old choir concerts from hs on tape and you can hear Alissa (age 4 at the time) saying such things as: "Don't. Stop. I'm hottttt." It was hilarious.
So, whenever she picked on me, or complained, we'd all start saying, "Don't, stop, I'm hot." After awhile, she managed to think up one of her own for me: "Shut up, Taybe."
Taybe was my imaginary friend at around ages 4-5. I don't know how to spell the name, because it's obviously made-up! Anyway, Pat loves to tell everyone how I was a nut case and that I used to freak them out with this 'friend' of mine. Alissa used it to her advantage. :)
To be honest, I knew Taybe wasn't real. I knew she was a figment of imagination. I couldn't have even told you what she looked like. She was just someone to talk to. I only had 2 other kids in the neighborhood to play with, and they were boys. When I got tired of playing cars, digging in the dirt, etc, and I wanted to do girl stuff, I played with Taybe.
She had a dog named Buffy. (That's because I wanted a dog myself.) She lived in two places: at the fire hydrant at the end of the block, and across the street from Mike & Sue, my aunt and uncle. (don't ask me why she lived in two places, I really don't know.) My mom said that I made her out to be very real. I would talk to her in the car and tell stories. Once, when mom drove around a corner too fast, I said, "Mom, watch out, you knocked over Taybe." It was just enough to freak Mom out. I don't remember much more then that about Taybe, but she went away when I started kindergarden.
In my defense, it's been noted by child psychologists that when children have imaginary friends, this indicates a creative and verbal personality. So, when Pat tells me I was a nut job, that's what I say. HE never had any imaginary friends. Mom & Dad just liked the fact that he was quiet and knew how to play by himself. Yes, I was (and am) the resident freak of our family!
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