Now I'm Nitpicking

I realize this is incredibly minor, and will probably make me the subject of ridicule to the, you know, TWO people who might see this. But it's my blog, and meaningless pet peeves are allowed.

Why must people refer to finger food as "appies?" Do they not realize they sound stupid? Do they not realize that we have an infinite number of syllables at our disposal and we don't need to conserve them will silly abbreviations? Do they not realize this "word" rhymes with a euphemism for diaper?

There. I am done.

Cell Phone Rudeness

I have no serious issue with people using their cell phones in public. Isn't that the point of them? I myself merrily text and check e-mail as I walk through the mall, although I do make sure I watch where I'm going. I don't need to run headlong into some muffin-topped teenybopper as she texts without watching where she is going. And as long as people don't feel the need to yell, I see nothing wrong with making a call, providing you're not in a movie theatre or something.

However...

Is it really too much to ask that you NOT stand there having some inane conversation about which parking meter to meet at while I'm trying to serve you in the store? Seriously. I have had customers come up to the counter, chattering away, point at a product, hand me a credit card, and sign the receipt without ever once saying a word to me. Clearly it is of such utmost importance that you find out what your friend Julie has been up to for the last week that you can't take the (literally) two minutes to grab your damned mascara, pay, say thank you, and leave without having the damn phone glued to your ear. I realize there is no consultation involved, and you know exactly what you want. But I am not a vending machine, and a little human courtesy is in order.

It's okay, though. We totally talk about you after you leave.

Honestly...

...is it too much to ask people to make more of an effort when they go out in public? Pajama bottoms belong at home, people! I'm not saying that leaving your house for the mall or the supermarket requires getting dressed up. But you have to at least get dressed!!!!!

As with most visible symptoms of the obvious downfall of mankind (this whole slob thing is right up there with misuse of the apostrophe, in my books), there as been noticeable deterioration even within the problem. As if wearing pajama bottoms as pants when shopping weren't bad enough, the other day I saw some random chick in plaid pajama bottoms with a big honking rip down the front of one leg. Never mind that it's 30 below these days... she was wearing ripped loungewear in public!!!! What's next? A big skidmark down the back?

Gods nightgown, people. Have some pride in yourself.

The Current State of Affairs

Rubbish of rubbishes, saith the beauty advisor. Rubbish of rubbishes. All is rubbish.

Yes, I know I sound dramatic, and I know I'm ripping off a prophet who has been dead for millennia. I stand by this statement.

Oh, Crap

It never fails. One week before Gift With Purchase, I have come down with a cold. Raw, scratchy throat. Runny nose. And, no doubt, before long these symptoms will be joined by a hacking cough that intensifies every time I try to sleep. Of course, what else should I expect? I am, after all, only eight days away from the busiest chunk of my selling year.

On the plus side, it would seem that as my physical health deteriorates, my mental health is holding steady. I've learned that when life hands me lemons, I should look for the silver lining.

Okay...

...dig that craptacular photo formatting. Seems I have a few things to learn about using this...

Doll Show Finds

Last weekend, my friend Joyce and I made the trek to Edmonton for a crash-and-burn, one-day doll show and shopping expedition. We have done this once before, swearing after the exhausting travel that we'd never try to do this in one day again. Apparently sufficient time had passed that it once again seemed like a good idea, and in fact we got home much earlier than last time.

I didn't come home with a lot of stuff, but the stuff I DID acquire absolutely delighted me.























I also learned that if you're going to go to the West Edmonton Mall, Sunday afternoon on the first cold weekend of fall is not the time to do it. Holy fright, 20,000 people in a mall at once is not my idea of fun. Fortunately, there were lemurs and a sea lion to make it nicer.