I’m not a fan of Kmart. I couldn’t tell you in 100 words or less why that is. But I feel really sorry for them right now, and just might go shop there to show some solidarity against the absolutely insane American consumer.
Suddenly, shopping on Thanksgiving is something bad. Since Kmart answered the cry of the consumer and decided to stay open 41 hours straight on Thanksgiving, the consumer has turned around and called the retailer out on being “unfamily.” But isn’t that exactly what consumers want? Don’t you want to shop on Thanksgiving?
Or is it more joyful to shop at midnight when retail employees should be snug in their beds but you want to be snagging the latest and greatest Mickey Mouse waffle maker? You need one of the four available $20 DVD players so you’ll stand in line until the store opens at three in the morning?
Does the American consumer not understand that there are employees working all these insane hours? Suddenly some hours are more insane than others?!
I’ve never understood middle of the night shopping. Thanksgiving is usually cold here in the Midwest. So who wants to go out in the cold and the dark to shop?! There is nothing out there that I want or need so badly that I need to warm up the car and dress to trek to a store to get.
Plus, shopping on Thanksgiving has not always been taboo. That’s what we did on Thanksgiving when I grew up in Kansas. Dad and Grandpa would watch football. I’d go shopping with the other women in the family. We weren’t looking for bargains. We were passing time. But we went during regular store hours, not when people should be sleeping.
Americans are a corporate retailers wet dream. We are like lemmings running for bargains that aren’t really bargains. We actually believe that things will be the cheapest they will ever be on Black Friday (aka the day after Thanksgiving). We have bought into the mantra, “more, I need more” and chant it as we grab Made-In-Some-Foreign-Country-By-Tiny-Children-For-Pennies schlock piled high in the aisles of the local mall’s anchor stores.
There’s got to be better ways to celebrate the holidays…
Last week I addressed a letter that may or may not have been intended for the neighborhood children. I’ve heard rumors that the letter was done as a “joke” by a radio station. Yeah. Real Funny.
Honestly, I thought calling the neighborhood kids moderately obese was dastardly. I mean, who does something like that on a holiday that is built on consuming treats? No one’s advertising bananas and apples as the ideal Halloween treat! Kit Kats. Reeses Peanut Butter Cups. Candy, candy, candy!
How would you feel if your kid came home with candy, but attached to a graphic anti-abortion pamphlet? That happened in New Mexico. I would be furious if this happened in my neighborhood. Halloween is not the time to share your beliefs about reproductive rights. Do that with your adult peers. Kids want treats, not political rantings.
(Although if this did happen in my neighborhood I might be forced to counter it with condoms and the morning after pill going out with the candy.)
What if you attended the Halloween costume parade and saw a child from the school dressed as a klansman? Yes, as a member of the KKK. It happened in Virginia. Lordy, kids at the neighborhood school nearby aren’t even allowed to wear masks, much less hoods. Klansman hoods.
Originally I was hoping the child had no idea why he was dressing up as a white witch. But after reading quotes made by his mother, I’m sure he’s aware of what his costume represents. I imagine he’s a bully. Here’s what Mom has to say, according to the referenced article:
Jessica Black of Craigsville told WHSV in Virginia that there’s nothing wrong with the costume or the Ku Klux Klan. “It’s suppose to be white with white. Black with black. Man with woman and all of that.”
That’s one little boy I don’t want coming over for a play date!
I say it over and over again that adults are ruining childhood for our kids. These things just further fuel my argument.
A few weeks ago I was waxing poetic about the wonders of the seasonal Pepperidge Farm Caramel Apple bread, toasted with peanut butter on top. A representative from Pepperidge Farm saw my tweet and offered to send out some goodies. The box arrived last week.
Not only did she include some of the Caramel Apple bread, but she added some Caramel Apple Pie cookies. Honestly, I don’t know which is better. Both are so very good!
Since I was at a loss for a dinner idea for Friday night, I used some of the Caramel Apple bread to make French toast. Can you say “heaven on a plate”?! It was amazing. Added a little butter and syrup…yum!
Usually when I make French toast I add some vanilla and cinnamon to my egg/milk mixture, but I skipped it this time around. The bread is tasty enough and needs nothing added!
I hope you can get yourself some of the Caramel Apple bread while it’s still in stores. I have a feeling it’s going fast!
I grabbed this image from the new tumbler, We Don’t Need An Excuse. Read this. Process this.
Do you know what a total and complete asshat douche canoe someone has to be to pass this out at Halloween?!
For god’s sake, turn off your porch light and hide in the dark. But don’t be a jerk to the neighbor kids. Yeah, you’re probably the one who keeps the balls when they roll into your yard and yells when someone steps on your grass. So it’s not like you’ll be missed or anything at the block party.
If you are someone who feels that this is the right thing to do I have a few questions:
1) What, exactly, is moderate obesity? Do you have a scale hidden under the welcome mat? Is this something that can be seen with the naked eye?
2) When did sugar and treats become completely off limits? Are you so sure that I, as a parent, need your input into my child’s diet?
3) Who appointed you king or queen of this neighborhood?
4) What happens if my kid is fat? Maybe it’s not as terrible as you’ve been led to believe.
I’m not linking to the links that answer some of these questions. Check out these bloggers, who do some great work with the science behind the madness instead.
And eat a Snickers…you’re not acting right!
Instead, I laid on a metal table, while they moved an xray machine around trying to find the perfect opening to do the puncture. This is called a lumbar puncture (LP) with fluoroscopy. And it sounds so much better than a blind lumbar puncture where they just poke the needle around until they found an opening.
I was lucky because everything went well. I didn’t even get the headache everyone told me I would have. I did have to lie around on my back all day. And as fun as that might sound, it was tedious!
Why did I have this done? Because I’ve had endless headaches all summer long. Giant, killer, annoying headaches. And vision changes. And hearing changes.
Which lead to a doctor visit which led to an MRI and an ophthalmologist visit which led to a neurologist visit which led to the LP. You know how these things spin out of control.
I have no idea what’s wrong with me. Probably another genetic thing. The women in my family are genetically weak for some reason. We have been gifted with all sorts of issues–some quite rare. I should find out more information by the end of the week.
Since I’ve been playing Dr. Google (that’s what the doctor who did the procedure yesterday called it) I have a list of things that this can be. Some are mild. Some are serious. Some I’m not even sure exist but I’ve convinced myself they do. I haven’t been all that far off on my self-diagnosis attempts in the past; I usually get something in the ball park when I do it on my own. It’s a game I play with my internist.
I’m waffling between joy because the headaches have gotten better with the cooler weather to pure terror at dying soon. Yeah, that’s how my mind works.
Of course, this is all wasted energy because I have no idea what is wrong with me! Luckily I am aware of that and can rein myself in pretty quickly when I go down the wrong path.
Hopefully I’ll get an answer soon and life will go on. After multiple surgeries (Aaron and Jim) this is just an extra thing I don’t need or want. Meanwhile, I’ll just keep on blogging.
I am so excited! You know how things just happen in this inter-connected world? That happened for me and I am pumped!
On Facebook, I have created a group called Body Positive Parenting, combining two of my passions: parenting and practicing Health At Every Size. It’s hard to raise our kids in this appearance/thin obsessed world. In this day and age when eating disorders among children are on the rise, we need all the resources we can get to help out kids survive childhood.
I’ll be doing research. We’ll be having conversations. Hopefully the end result will be raising healthy, happy young people with a greater appreciation for themselves.
Many of us grew up with negative messages about appearance, weight, and popularity. It’s hard not to repeat the patterns we learned from that. But we will work together to re-learn ways to talk to our kids about being healthy, without dragging a number (aka weight) into the mix.
I’d love your thoughts, ideas, suggestions about this! Feel free to contact me!
And don’t forget to join the group! It’s closed to keep out spammers and trolls, but I’m checking it often.
Many months ago, the owner of Papa John’s Pizza announced he would be doing what he could to prevent his employees from getting insurance through their employer. He didn’t agree with the new provisions of the Affordable Healthcare Act. (To be fair, I will include this link to a piece written by Papa John’s creator and CEO explaining how his words were manipulated. I’d like to point out that the date was after President Obama won the election and the Affordable Healthcare Act was going to exist.) Now his words are coming back to haunt him and his brand’s reputation is taking a hit.
I understand the United States is a capitalist society. We all are taught we want more: things, money, things… But what happens when the people who already have a lot do what they can to keep it from those who have very little?
That’s where we get the main difference between Republicans and Democrats. Republicans look at the rich owners and think, “Yahoo! That will be me one day! Money! Money! Money!” While Democrats look at the underlings making minimum wage or slightly more and think, “There, but for the grace of God go I. And I’d better help that little guy because that’s why I’m here.”
I even understand the mentality for Papa John (may I call you Papa John?) to stiff someone to keep raking in the big bucks. But maybe he (and the other business owners who voiced similar plans to crap all over employees) shouldn’t have been so vocal about it. Seems like that’s something you do in the super secret boardroom where no one talks about what goes on. You really don’t want to do this when it comes out that providing employee benefits costs you less then a dime a pizza.
But you did it. You went and said it. Now your brand is shot. I haven’t eaten at Papa John’s in ages. Since I heard about Papa John’s whining. I love Papa John’s pizza, but I will do without before I will add a single penny to the pockets of someone who has so little empathy.
The list of businesses I refuse to support grows steadily as business people make their intentions known. I fell in love with Elizabeth Warren for her thoughts about this.
You see, Papa John, you didn’t get to be a big business pizza man without the people under you. There’s the people making the pizzas, the people taking the orders, the people cleaning the stores…those are the people doing the work for you. Those are the people earning the money for you.
And you want to keep them from having health insurance. That sucks.
(In the article I referenced at the beginning, the owner of Applebee’s was also discussed. However, all the Applebee’s nearby have closed. Apparently, a franchise owner has suffered financial problems.)
There’s a new television show coming to TVLand in December called Kirstie, starring Kirstie Alley. They are showing trailers repeatedly now, trying to pull in viewers. In it a young man approaches Alley’s character on the street and says he thinks he might be the son she gave up for adoption 26 years earlier. Her response? To pepper spray him.
The people at TVLand and those associated with this show–which I refuse to link to because it offends me that much–think pepper spraying an adoptee is high comedy.
You can’t fault TVLand for thinking adoption is some fun game. Adoption has been comedy fodder for ages. Of course, all birth mothers are portrayed as slutty idiots who pee in sinks, clearly incapable of caring for a house plant, much less a child. And adoptees are presented as bungling fools who barely existed before discovering their birth mother.
This is a cop out. It’s easy to make a joke out of something that is hard and heart-wrenching for people.
Birth moms are women just like you. Or like your mother, sister, aunt… They struggle with the idea of giving up a child. And once they do, they never stop thinking about them. Wondering if their child is well-loved, taken care of, adored. Of course there are birth moms who don’t want to be reunited with their child, but I highly doubt many are carrying mace in their purses in case their child shows up.
Adoptees also struggle with the idea of reuniting. Will it be a good idea? Will I be rejected? Who will I look like? This is something an adoptee has struggled with since they day they learned they were adopted. Being pepper sprayed by a diva would be a crushing blow.
I watch TVLand a lot because of reruns of shows I do like. But I’ve gotten leery of the shows they are creating. Last season I was appalled during an episode of The Soul Man (another original show) when they used every ethnic stereotype in a show dealing with a family’s Asian foster child. I guess I expected a show about black preachers to be less offensive.
I know I can’t change the entertainment world. But I can control what is viewed in my home. Right now Kirstie is off the air.
I was given an advance copy of Accidental Boyfriend in exchange for this review. All opinions are my own as are any mistakes! Read to the end for details about the giveaway!
Accidental Boyfriend by Robin Bielman is a fun romance. Tossed together to fool Kagan’s father’s choice for his daughter, Kagan and Shane certainly have some fun. There’s camping, kayaking, cooking, and movie watching. Both these characters are fun to read about. Yes, they are a little perfect…but not syrupy. That really does make a difference. The setting of Cascade is picture-perfect and made me want to live there!
All sex is off-page, but there is some making out and fantasizing. Nothing too hard core, though.
This is a definite fun read. Kept me turning pages and enjoying myself. Can’t ask for anything more!
Kagan Owens has a secret. One she thought she’d escaped by leaving New York, but when her past follows her to her temporary new life, Kagan lets a teeny lie slip. And now the town’s biggest playboy and flirt, Shane Sullivan, has become her pretend boyfriend–just until she’s ready to return to NYC. But the handsome, fun-loving Shane makes it tough to determine where their friendly agreement begins and ends…
Shane has no intention of settling down–in fact, his job depends on it, and nothing’s more important than his work. Still, he can’t help but agree to Kagan’s scheme, if only to find out more about the mysterious beauty. But when every touch from her sets his heart and body on fire, he realizes playing an accidental boyfriend may be more than he bargained for–and more than he can give.
About the author:
Robin Bielman lives in Southern California with her high school sweetheart husband, two sons, and crazy-cute mini Labradoodle, Harry (named after Harry Dresden from Jim Butcher’s Dresden Files books). When not attached to her laptop, she can almost always be found with her nose in a book. She also likes to run, hike, and dip her toes in the ocean. Filled with wanderlust, she longs to visit many different places and fulfill her curiosity. She wouldn’t mind indulging her sweet tooth in every location either. She’s a lover of Post-it notes, cable television shows and café mochas. Writing is a dream come true, and she still pinches herself to be sure it’s real.
Her other novels include Kissing the Maid of Honor, Worth the Risk, Risky Surrender and Yours At Midnight. She loves to connect with readers. Learn more and sign up for her newsletter on her website.
In Her Accidental Boyfriend Kagan designs jewelry similar to this beautiful pink pearl double wrap bracelet that is up for grabs.
Praise for Robin Bielman
“Robin Bielman is a must-read!” NYT Bestselling author Vicki Lewis Thompson
“Sweet, sassy, and toe-curlingly sexy, my ‘secret wish’ is to live inside the pages of this story!” Rachel Harris, author of Seven Day Fiance
To many advertisers have jumped on the pink wagon to sell as many products as possible on the coat tails of the pink ribbon. Yogurt. Energy drinks. Makeup. Oh so many more.
After watching Pink Ribbons, Inc. my eyes have been opened to the ways marketing companies are using cancer as a selling tool. They’ve learned that packaging something in pink will help sell a product. But where is the real benefit for breast cancer research and support?
Of the millions of dollars these products rake in in October, a very small percentage will actually find its way to helping breast cancer in any way. Most will end up in the pockets of the corporations. In some cases the products, such as some cosmetics, actually contain carcinogens while blowing the pink ribbon horn.
Football players are sporting pink shoes and pink towels this month. Maybe the National Football Association should have just donated all the money it cost to purchase these pink items. Because a hulking football player running through the mud in pink shoes isn’t curing cancer. But money will help.
If you really want to donate money to breast cancer research, just write a check. Find an honorable and responsible research facility that is truly looking for a cure. They need your money. Just don’t expect to get some cute pink thing in return.
Here’s an excellent blog post on other events in October that are offensive.