Raising Arizona......GRITS Style

I don't mind taking my kids shopping. Now that they are older, I don't have to look for them inside the clothes racks and they typically behave well for a longer period of time.

Take last Saturday, for example. We had to finish up some pre-Easter shopping and found ourselves at a local shoe store. The hubby was in the man shoe area and I had the kids with me.

As we walked around, I heard the kids talking and laughing. However, at some point I became completely oblivious to my kid's behavior, until I noticed one of the sales girls looking behind me and giggling.

How, ummm, marvelous is it to turn around and find your children looking like this:


Seriously. I can't make this stuff up.

How fortunate for me, I lived in the 80's and the first thing that popped into my head was this from Raising Arizona, a favorite movie of mine.

Son, you got a panty on your head. sound bite Raising Arizona sound bites

Just in case you wondered (because I DID), they took the socks fresh out of the box, so no nasty foot germs were transferred to their sweet faces in the making of their fun.

For Me?

Dear Enormously Large Pink Striped Lingerie Company,

Today I came home to find your latest and not-so greatest catalog in MY mailbox. Now, there are a lot of people who will find this completely hysterical, starting with me.

Ms. Victoria, the truth is your "secret" is, well, not really a secret. The Merriam-Webster dictionary defines a secret as: kept from knowledge or view : hidden.

And, honey, there ain't nothing kept from view in your catalog. Perhaps you should have gone with something more like Victoria's Great Reveal.

The pictures on the front and back of your catalog, alone, should require it to be encased in a brown paper wrapper! I imagine the male postal workers have a hard time focusing on their routes on the days this catalog is delivered. Perhaps the government would like to waste billions more of taxpayers dollars researching this. You know, in the name of increasing mail delivery and productivity.

I suspect my name got put on your mailing list after purchasing a gift card for a family member. Let me be clear, if I had wanted to receive your catalog I would have registered for it. I did not.

Now that I have that off my chest.....ahem, no pun intended.....I must get back to finding out how to cancel my latest and not so greatest catalog subscription.


Sincerely,

A girl who likes a little more SECRET than Victoria

Smart Shopping

Anybody who knows me well enough, knows I love me some Target!

That statement alone probably qualifies me to begin a 12-Step program.


Yesterday, at the end of an grocery shopping extravaganza, the cashier handed me my very long receipt and FIVE store coupons.

Coupons, schmoupons....

I gave up coupon cutting MANY years ago because I either left the coupons at home or in the car. On the extremely rare occasion I remembered to take them into the store, I would forget to actually use them!


So, needless to say, I didn't give a second thought to my Target coupons, I just planned on putting them in the trash recycling bin. However, while I was sitting in the carpool line my curiosity got the best of me and I decided to peruse the small stack of coupons.

The variety of coupons chosen for me was certainly interesting.


Here are the first two:





Starbuck's coffee, oh yea, bay-beeeee! This coupon was totally intended for moi.

And, hey, who needs a Sonic care more than one dedicated coffee drinker?!


Now, for the next two:




I use these two items almost daily in my home. Kinda Target Coupon Big Brother-ish dontcha think?!




Last, but certainly not least:





What exactly is THIS supposed to mean?!

Hmph!

Stalked

This little story certainly fits in the "huh?" category.

Today after school, I took my kids to purchase gifts for their classroom Christmas parties. We were at our all time favorite store......Tar-jay.....aka, Target.

We moseyed on back to the toy area to find each child a $10 gift, which is next to impossible, just for the record.

My son wanted to go to the Nerf and Lego aisles (and you wonder why we call him Lego-Man). And, of course, the Princess wanted to look on the Polly Pocket and Barbie aisles.

I felt comfortable leaving the boy two aisles over, so I took the Princess to the PINK toy zone. After about 5 minutes of pouring over EVERY Polly Pocket, the boy came over and found me. He muttered something about "somebody asked me for money".

He proceeded to tell me that a boy walked up to him and asked him for money. LegoMan told him "No" and walked away.

About that time, a boy about my size came down our aisle. He looked to be about 12 years old. LM informed me that was the kid who had just asked him for money. The kid walked right up to us and just stood there. I asked him if he needed something. He said, "no".

I took the kids down another aisle and the boy followed us.

We walked another aisle over.

He followed us.

I looked at him AGAIN, and asked him if he was following us.

He said, "no" and proceeded to look at the items on the aisle......BARBIE DOLLS!

I informed him that it was a bit odd he just followed us down two aisles and it was really strange a boy his age was on the Barbie aisle, alone.

I also told him he needed to find the adult he came to the store with and stop following people around. He then just shook his head "no" at me. I grabbed both my kids and headed to the front of the store.

The boy followed us all the way out of the toy area before he stopped. I found the nearest associate and told her what happened.

It was the strangest thing......*SHRUG*

Chicken what?

How bad do your lips have to be chapped to put this on them:





Just wondering?

(For more information on this weirdly named product that I did not buy...click HERE)

Soup's On!

Today's blog post will be filed under "Things that make you go Hmmmmm".

For those of you who don't know, I am an educated woman. Long story, and many student loans later, I have 2 Bachelor's degrees and a Master's degree. I work as a nurse anesthetist and all my co-workers are Master's degree trained.

So imagine our surprise when this little "education" poster showed up in our lounge at work:





The whole thing is laughable. But what cracks me up the most is the part that reads, "Place top on Styrofoam cup to take heated soup to patient room".

Hellooo, administration, I work in the operating room where MY patients can have nothing by mouth!




Hmmmmmm......