Old Skool

Ok- This post is from two years ago at my previous blog on Friendster, but I thought the timing was appropriate to reintroduce it.

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So, it's the holidays. Everyone is in a mad rush to spend, spend, spend without regard for their own financial well-being, and most of the time without much thought for the person they are buying for.


I am beginning to believe that Christmas stinks. Here is why. A lot of people just buy to buy. How many lame presents can you think of that you've received in your life? DISCLAIMER- Luckily this year I only bought and received from the people closest to me, so that was not the case. But most of the time, people just buy out of obligation.


"Tonya got this piece of crap ceramic dish with a Santa on it for me, so I'd better go out and get her something equally cheap and tasteless." Who wins in that? Tonya wasn't really buying a cheap ceramic plate with a Santa on it because she thinks you are so wonderful and wants to express her gratitude that you are in her life. No. Tonya bought the plate out of obligation. "Hmmmmm. Who do I have to buy for this year? Well, last year I got a gift from Sally, so I'd better get her something this year."


And now Sally will go out and buy something equally crappy for Tonya, feeling obligated to not show up empty handed to receive her Santa plate. Six months later, Good Will ends up with an entire set of cheap Santa plates, and both Sally and Tonya end up paying $30 for the $10 plate because they both put them on their credit cards and the interest eats them alive.
When did Christmas get so out of hand? I don't think that I'll ever go to the extreme of getting nothing for anyone. I like buying nice things for people that I really care about. This Christmas, my family put limits on spending so that we could all feel good about giving, but also keep it in check. But when did it become the holiday where you send cards to everyone under the sun (even people you consciously don't like), feel pressured to buy things for everyone in your entire circle, and lose a year off your life dealing with the stress of traffic, crowded malls and disappointed recipients of Santa plates? That is not what the holiday is about. The only people who win in that are the stockholders of the companies making the crap we are buying.


I guess what it boils down to is that it's a massive onslaught of consumerism, and I hate consumerism. I hate it that I am a smart girl and still get caught up in consumerism at Christmas. It bothers me to know that my aunt bought my mom a gift card to Outback Steakhouse when I know damn well that she lives off her credit card and is probably an inch away from filing for bankruptcy. It bothers me even more that my mom will send her something in return in order to not feel guilty instead of putting that $50 to better use. It bugs me that I got two Christmas cards without anything but a signature- what's the point? One of them was even from a person who I know for a fact doesn't like me a bit. WHY?


I HATE this time of the year. The only good thing about it is family. And that's what it really should be about. Valuing and spending time with the people you love. I'm glad that I at least have that, even if I do have to deal with the parts that I hate.


Time to go, though. I am off to the mall to finish a bit more Christmas shopping- I think I missed a co-worker or two and need to look for some Santa plates.........HA!
Look! The tooth fairy is like a credit card company!

Glue Boogers

If you've lived in Colorado for any length of time, you are likely familiar with the glue booger. The glue booger is a special type of booger that is bred in dry climates. If you were to travel any distance to the east or west, you'd probably find that the glue booger is really a gooey snot that is best blown out with a tissue, but Colorado air has mutated it into a booger that sticks to everything. It sticks to your nose hairs first, refusing to blow out with the rest of the gunk.

At this point, you have probably decided that picking it out is a better tactic. You are wrong. Once it touches your finger it will be a total bitch to get off. You will think you've wiped it on the tissue only to find it clinging to your hand a few minutes later- sometimes even after a vehement hand washing. You may try to flick it off violently into space only to see that now it is stuck to your flicking fingernail instead of the finger it was stuck to. When it comes to a glue booger, there are really only two ways of dealing with it.

1.) Roll the glue booger between your fingers until either dirt or hand oils have depleted some of the glue and made the booger flickable. Be careful of where you are flicking the booger to make sure it doesn't land on any unsuspecting passers-by. Preferably wash hand after completing this process.

2.) If in the car when a glue booger strikes, wipe it on the floor mat. Car mat material seems to be the only fabric that is capable of temporarily trapping said boogers. Of course, it may stick to your shoe at some later point, but then it will be out of site and out of mind.

Giving Thanks

I'm looking forward to the short week. Work will be chaotic for two weeks just to make up for this one short one, but it is worth it and I am suffering a serious bout of lacomotivation. Lacomotivation is a serious illness that can befall the whole office if one is not careful in containing it. Surfing the internet or taking extra days off are the usual the Rx for such an illness, but some people may have an adverse reaction to that treatment and actually get worse symptoms upon returning to work. I will advise on how my prescribed four day weekend impacts my symptoms in future weeks.

An Inspiration

I started looking at Natalie Dee's daily posting again. I love that girl's sense of humor. It inspired me to start blathering online again. Blogging is the 2000's version of keeping a journal. I have exciting news in my life that I am sure I'll want to blather about- I am engaged :) Also, I went to dinner with Shelly tonight and god do I love that girl. I am lucky she's my friend. Going to wake up the beau now. Or should I say "fiancee."