This week I had an interesting insight. One that not everyone will have the chance to experience.--I learned what a perfect stranger's first impression of me is.
I was doing some last minute Christmas shopping when I decided to head over to Game Stop to pick up a game my son requested for Christmas. I didn't plan to get him anymore gifts, but I discovered that the clothes to fun stuff ratio was a bit off.
Anyway, I walked into the store, and, surprisingly, I was the only customer in the store. The very friendly clerk asked me how I was doing, and asked if I was looking for anything specific. And this is where it happened....I asked if Overlord Hellraiser was an actual game, or if it was a "coming soon" game. The man's eyes widened, and he did a visible double take. Then he proceeded to fall over the counter laughing, as he explained, "I did NOT expect that to come out of your mouth." I laughed right along with him, and said, "Let me start over. Can I get the Lego game, please." Apparently, I don't look like the hell raiser type. I would have to agree with him. I don't think I ever thought those words would come out of my mouth either.
But, I got the game, and a good laugh. How many times, this close to Christmas, do you not only get what your looking for, but have a good time joking with a store worker while getting it.
Ella
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
My mommy heart has been broken
I guess I can't really say "mommy heart", but my "mom heart" has been broken.
My husband and I were wandering the aisles of our local Wal Mart recently looking for Christmas ideas for our son. At one point we walk over to the games section to look for games that we might add to our collection. After looking at the myriad of games that are available to the masses now we settle on a card game, Politically Correct War, that we can use as a stocking stuffer.
Here is where the crime occurs: We are walking out of the toy section when I look up and realize we are in the action figure section. Then it happens. All of a sudden I am overwhelmed with the thought that we are NOT looking for any gifts for our son in this section. For the first time since he was 2 I am not buying one actual toy for my son for Christmas. I wouldn't have even been in this aisle if it weren't for the fact that it was located at one end of the the games section. My son is growing up. We will no longer have Christmasses filled with a want of Power Rangers, Bionicles, Pokemon, or other various commercially driven fads for boys. Little did I know that the World of Warcraft figures I bought last year would be the end of an era.
Our Christmasses now will be filled with ipods, itunes, video games and clothes. We are leaving the toy age, and we are now fully immersed in the electronic age. Before long we will be buying him kitchen gadgets and bed linens for his own first place. My little boy, is not a little boy anymore.
As I write this, though, I am reminded that although my son is taller and stronger than me, he is still a boy. A goofy, fun loving child that is currently making faces and making annoying "singing" sounds in the chair next to me. I guess I won't be getting out the Rogaine for him yet.
Ella
My husband and I were wandering the aisles of our local Wal Mart recently looking for Christmas ideas for our son. At one point we walk over to the games section to look for games that we might add to our collection. After looking at the myriad of games that are available to the masses now we settle on a card game, Politically Correct War, that we can use as a stocking stuffer.
Here is where the crime occurs: We are walking out of the toy section when I look up and realize we are in the action figure section. Then it happens. All of a sudden I am overwhelmed with the thought that we are NOT looking for any gifts for our son in this section. For the first time since he was 2 I am not buying one actual toy for my son for Christmas. I wouldn't have even been in this aisle if it weren't for the fact that it was located at one end of the the games section. My son is growing up. We will no longer have Christmasses filled with a want of Power Rangers, Bionicles, Pokemon, or other various commercially driven fads for boys. Little did I know that the World of Warcraft figures I bought last year would be the end of an era.
Our Christmasses now will be filled with ipods, itunes, video games and clothes. We are leaving the toy age, and we are now fully immersed in the electronic age. Before long we will be buying him kitchen gadgets and bed linens for his own first place. My little boy, is not a little boy anymore.
As I write this, though, I am reminded that although my son is taller and stronger than me, he is still a boy. A goofy, fun loving child that is currently making faces and making annoying "singing" sounds in the chair next to me. I guess I won't be getting out the Rogaine for him yet.
Ella
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