A Post For Cyd

I shouldn't write this, buuuuuuuuuuutttttt. You know I can't help myself sometimes. Mom slipped and actually said she needed something! I was at her house and was helping her do _______. And she kind of was thinking out loud and said I need new _________. BINGO! My dilemma for Christmas was over. I will point out when you called me I had no more of a clue than you did. I don't know if my gift will be a hit or not but she did utter the words I need _____, though that is much different than I want ______. I am off to go find stocking stuffers for her.

Update for all the people who left ideas about the 13 year old on my list, I finished shopping! In no paticular order: a hair braider twister thingy, a big pack of lip gloss, a multi-pack of bath gels, and for her and her sister the Barbie Collector Board game.

Warm and Fuzzy

Hello Kitty is alive and kicking on the Champs de Elysee in Paris. I've been a Hello Kitty fan for years. My addiction has waned, and it seems like my fetish is petering out. So now I more or else admire all the Hello Kitty crap they sell, but I don't buy it anymore.Maybe it's because HK is showing up on EVERYTHING and more adults have the Hello Kitty fever too.

Back to the sweater in the picture, I didn't even go in to find out the price. I did admire the subtle pattern and the fact that they made use of two very unpink colors, and choosing to use greys and blacks. Nice, because I wear black more often than not. As a teenager I wore all black too, when I phased out of being a tortured teenager I began to wear pink. Now that I am out of my 20's, I've gone back to wearing black. Timeless and classy.

No Escape

I sat here at my computer catching up on blogs last night and noticed that my new mail button was popping up pretty frequently. I clicked to check the new mail and to my horror almost all of them were ads. As I sat there looking at my inbox, a few more popped in withing seconds of each other. I sat there watching mesmerized like rubbernecking at car accident. It was like a drive by shooting with an AK47. They just continued to pour in. Helpless I started deleting, but the more I deleted the more they seemed to fill up my already overflowing mailbox. There was no escape or retreating. I shuddered thinking about my junk e-mail address I use for signing stupid stuff up looked like.