A little of this, a little of that, a whole lot of nothing
Further musings...
1. The Almighty Designer Label.
The nights are getting colder and I wanted to buy the girls some new warm pjamas, so I stopped by the store last night and picked up 2 pairs each for the younger girls
and a cute fleece robe for my eldest and myself. The midgets liked their snuggly pj's but the best reaction was my eldest. She comes barrelling in my room wearing her robe, holding one of her Seventeen mags and sporting the biggest grin on her face. "Oh mom, where did you get this robe???" She flips through the mag and there is the robe. She points it out and squeals, this robe is soooo expensive. It's made by a designer from New York that is really popular in the magazine. I sit, bemused as she shows my the tag from her robe and compares it to the photo in the magazine.
She wraps her arms around my neck and says "Thank you Mommy. I love it so much"
*Side Note - I'm always Mommy when she gets what she wants. When she's angry, I'm Mother, when she's arguing I'm moooooooom, when she's in normal mode, I'm mum. I like mommy.. LOTS and she knows it*
After her overt display of affection, I laughed and told her she was a total victim
of designer label marketing. I actually bought the robe from Giant Tiger ( For all you Americans, it's a scaled down version of Walmart) It cost me $9.99.
2. A Womans Angst courtesy of The Gap
Speaking of black kettles, I broke down and bought a pair of black skinny pants from The Gap. I have no idea why. Thats not true. I bought them because the Gap commerical featuring a young Audry Hepburn told me to. These pants are a womans nemesis and I can't believe we didn't learn our lesson in the 80's when these were previously in style. Let me explain the black skinny pant. It's comprised of 90% cotten and 10% spandex. They fit like a second skin, with tappered legs and ankles. Think heavy leggings with a zipper. Let me be the first to acknowledge this fact.
NO ONE looks good in black skinny pants, present company included. You could take
a famine stricken woman from Ethiopia ( or a Hollywood starlet..same thing) and if they have one, hidden pea size fat nodule, these pants will find it, magnify it and display it for the world to see. I decided to call them instant fat ass pants
because as fit and toned as you might be, put on these pants and POOF...fat ass. Reminds me of those dinasaurs that you place in water and they instantly grow up to 100x their original size. Yeah, so now I need a long tunic sweater. Audrey, If you weren't already deceased, I'd have some choice words for you girlfriend.
3. I want to go hunting for Boar. Apparently, this is illegal in Canada. Do we even have any wild pigs in Canada??? No, I don't mean the downtown construction workers either. However, the US has wild boar that you can hunt during the season. Thats my next getaway. Bow Hunting for Boar. I need to find out how to aquire the tags.
Deer hunting with Bow opens Saturday. I'm excited. For those who don't know, I love hunting. The kill is very secondary to me. What I love most is the tracking, the stalking, the true challenge of man against beast. You really connect with your primal self and understand that we are no different than any other animal except we build bombs and murder each other while wearing designer suits and smelling all nice. Ironic
1. The Almighty Designer Label.
The nights are getting colder and I wanted to buy the girls some new warm pjamas, so I stopped by the store last night and picked up 2 pairs each for the younger girls
and a cute fleece robe for my eldest and myself. The midgets liked their snuggly pj's but the best reaction was my eldest. She comes barrelling in my room wearing her robe, holding one of her Seventeen mags and sporting the biggest grin on her face. "Oh mom, where did you get this robe???" She flips through the mag and there is the robe. She points it out and squeals, this robe is soooo expensive. It's made by a designer from New York that is really popular in the magazine. I sit, bemused as she shows my the tag from her robe and compares it to the photo in the magazine.
She wraps her arms around my neck and says "Thank you Mommy. I love it so much"
*Side Note - I'm always Mommy when she gets what she wants. When she's angry, I'm Mother, when she's arguing I'm moooooooom, when she's in normal mode, I'm mum. I like mommy.. LOTS and she knows it*
After her overt display of affection, I laughed and told her she was a total victim
of designer label marketing. I actually bought the robe from Giant Tiger ( For all you Americans, it's a scaled down version of Walmart) It cost me $9.99.
2. A Womans Angst courtesy of The Gap
Speaking of black kettles, I broke down and bought a pair of black skinny pants from The Gap. I have no idea why. Thats not true. I bought them because the Gap commerical featuring a young Audry Hepburn told me to. These pants are a womans nemesis and I can't believe we didn't learn our lesson in the 80's when these were previously in style. Let me explain the black skinny pant. It's comprised of 90% cotten and 10% spandex. They fit like a second skin, with tappered legs and ankles. Think heavy leggings with a zipper. Let me be the first to acknowledge this fact.
NO ONE looks good in black skinny pants, present company included. You could take
a famine stricken woman from Ethiopia ( or a Hollywood starlet..same thing) and if they have one, hidden pea size fat nodule, these pants will find it, magnify it and display it for the world to see. I decided to call them instant fat ass pants
because as fit and toned as you might be, put on these pants and POOF...fat ass. Reminds me of those dinasaurs that you place in water and they instantly grow up to 100x their original size. Yeah, so now I need a long tunic sweater. Audrey, If you weren't already deceased, I'd have some choice words for you girlfriend.
3. I want to go hunting for Boar. Apparently, this is illegal in Canada. Do we even have any wild pigs in Canada??? No, I don't mean the downtown construction workers either. However, the US has wild boar that you can hunt during the season. Thats my next getaway. Bow Hunting for Boar. I need to find out how to aquire the tags.
Deer hunting with Bow opens Saturday. I'm excited. For those who don't know, I love hunting. The kill is very secondary to me. What I love most is the tracking, the stalking, the true challenge of man against beast. You really connect with your primal self and understand that we are no different than any other animal except we build bombs and murder each other while wearing designer suits and smelling all nice. Ironic
posted by Sandi at 8:20 AM
1 Comments:
Yeah, I was never a fan of the black skinny pants. They don't make anyone's ass look good. And I love ass.
I don't buy it for a second that you don't love the kill. You know that moment right before you loose the arrow or pull the trigger? That moment where you realize "I got the better of you and now I'm going to kill you and eat you to prove it"...that's the rush of hunting.
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