This morning I was prvilidge to watch my Mom use some of her MoM skills.
My nephews and sister Loni are visiting us right now and Seth had a very poginet question he wanted to ask.
Seth: Mom, if you have no chimeny, how dose Santa Clause get in to deliver presents?
My Mom responded without even a hint of delay
Mom: He comes in through the front door
Seth: But how dose he do that?
Mom: Well we leave it open for him.
This answer appeased his 5 year old brain and he went forward with his chicken burrito. I wondered, by being a Mom, did my mother formulated in her mind ahead of time what her answer would be to such a question and if so, how long ago did she plan for such an answer. Was it right then, was it when she knew the little boys were coming, was it when they moved in or was it the day they looked at the house!
Mom skills. Powerful and deadly.
This brings up another question though. My Mom lied to Seth. Is it right to lie to kids about Santa Clause? I'm of two minds on it, I'd love to here your thoughts.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
It's 1:00 AM. Do You Know Where Your Ray Is?
Sometimes I can't sleep. This usually occurs when I've got a lot on my mind. What will usually occur is I get fixed on this idea and can't let it go or won't let it go or something like that. Essentially my mind won't stop going. This has been happening for years. My mom tells a story of me as a kid saying, "I can't sleep, my mind won't stop." This is oddly true. It's really sad that I can't harness this power of unstoppable thinking for good. Instead I use it for, not evil per say, but dumb things I think about girls, I think about food, I think about my car, I think about the Ward in Las Cruces.
So, I'm up, it's late, I think it's time for some ice cream.
So, I'm up, it's late, I think it's time for some ice cream.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
More Stories From Baby Gap
I'm absolutely convinced that the best stories from this summer will come from Baby Gap.
While working on dressing some baby manikins or "building babies" as my manager put it, a little shopping party of a daughter, son, mom and grandma came in, looking for little shoes for the daughter. She was a toddler of about 3 years old and had, according to her mom, particular tastes. I promptly directly them to the little shoe area and we began out search for a size 8. No go, I quickly responded, "I'll go check in the back!" off I went and found a pair of blue size 8 shoes. I came back to the shopping party and took the little shoes off the hanger, handing the shoes to the mom. She helped her daughter take her old shoes off, then this little daughter, apparently having done this before, lifted her little foot off the ground and with her toes pointed in, slide it on her foot. The daughter looked around and with an expression that said, "really mom, I believe, and know from our many experiences that you can do better then BLUE shoes." She was a very expressive 3 year old. The mom said they were a little big and I responded with the knowledge that there was a pair of 7. "Are the Blue?" asked grandma to which I replied negatively, "Good" she continued, "little girls should wear pink!"
I dashed back to the back and found the size 7 shoes in pink and blue. As I came back through the door, this little 3 year old daughter saw me, the shoes, and exclaimed, "PINK!" a smiled formed across her small and expressive face as I handed the shoes to her mom. The daughter pointed her toes as her mom helped her with the shoes again, but this time, the daughter bent down and with her fingers pressed down on the tips of the shoes to check where her own toes went, and in a clear voice said, "their good, let's buy!"
Mom was not as easily impressed and we eventually found the size 8 shoes on a manikin. Again the daughter, angled her toes and took her fingers and pressed down to check her toes. These shoes also seemed to fill her with happiness, and she exclaimed, "these good too, let's buy!" her heartbreak was real when Mom decided that these shoes would not be good enough today. I was left with 4 pairs of shoes in hand, one hand, I've got big hands and those shoes were small. And the memory of a tiny little girl checking her own toes to see if things fit.
Later that day I had an encounter with scary parents.
Scary parents are the ones who are trying to be hip. You can normally tell which ones they are in the Mall by the bags that they are carrying around. Hollister, Abercombie, American Eagle (for the cheaper ones), they are tanned and their hair is often dyed blond. In the Mall they are often found meeting other scary parents near the Victoria Secrets. Two came in looking for clothes for their kids. I knew they were scary parents by the Hollister bags they carried, but then I saw there faces. They looked like someone had smeared make up over leather. It was bad, they talked like teenagers and texted on there phones while they payed for little halter tops for there girls. I can only hope there girls will grow up and rebel against there mom's so this pattern of scary parents can end.
While working on dressing some baby manikins or "building babies" as my manager put it, a little shopping party of a daughter, son, mom and grandma came in, looking for little shoes for the daughter. She was a toddler of about 3 years old and had, according to her mom, particular tastes. I promptly directly them to the little shoe area and we began out search for a size 8. No go, I quickly responded, "I'll go check in the back!" off I went and found a pair of blue size 8 shoes. I came back to the shopping party and took the little shoes off the hanger, handing the shoes to the mom. She helped her daughter take her old shoes off, then this little daughter, apparently having done this before, lifted her little foot off the ground and with her toes pointed in, slide it on her foot. The daughter looked around and with an expression that said, "really mom, I believe, and know from our many experiences that you can do better then BLUE shoes." She was a very expressive 3 year old. The mom said they were a little big and I responded with the knowledge that there was a pair of 7. "Are the Blue?" asked grandma to which I replied negatively, "Good" she continued, "little girls should wear pink!"
I dashed back to the back and found the size 7 shoes in pink and blue. As I came back through the door, this little 3 year old daughter saw me, the shoes, and exclaimed, "PINK!" a smiled formed across her small and expressive face as I handed the shoes to her mom. The daughter pointed her toes as her mom helped her with the shoes again, but this time, the daughter bent down and with her fingers pressed down on the tips of the shoes to check where her own toes went, and in a clear voice said, "their good, let's buy!"
Mom was not as easily impressed and we eventually found the size 8 shoes on a manikin. Again the daughter, angled her toes and took her fingers and pressed down to check her toes. These shoes also seemed to fill her with happiness, and she exclaimed, "these good too, let's buy!" her heartbreak was real when Mom decided that these shoes would not be good enough today. I was left with 4 pairs of shoes in hand, one hand, I've got big hands and those shoes were small. And the memory of a tiny little girl checking her own toes to see if things fit.
Later that day I had an encounter with scary parents.
Scary parents are the ones who are trying to be hip. You can normally tell which ones they are in the Mall by the bags that they are carrying around. Hollister, Abercombie, American Eagle (for the cheaper ones), they are tanned and their hair is often dyed blond. In the Mall they are often found meeting other scary parents near the Victoria Secrets. Two came in looking for clothes for their kids. I knew they were scary parents by the Hollister bags they carried, but then I saw there faces. They looked like someone had smeared make up over leather. It was bad, they talked like teenagers and texted on there phones while they payed for little halter tops for there girls. I can only hope there girls will grow up and rebel against there mom's so this pattern of scary parents can end.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
PANTS! or no pants
Last night I had a long shift at The Gap. The purpose of this shift was to rebuild parts of the store and get it ready for the fall line up. All good things, right. That is correct, it is right! 5 points for Bethany! So part of my tasks was undressing and redressing the manikins. That was an odd task for me, Because they are mostly anatomically correct, with the proper shapes in the right places. This made de-pant sing the girl manikins very odd. In my mind I was thinking, "It's just a manikin,no problem, I'll have this done fast and get on to moving tables!" but another part said, "This feels a little odd, hmm, yep, this is weird, I wonder if . . . nope, not even going to wonder about that." and still a third part was thinking, quite oddly, "Did I leave clothes in the dryer, man, I can't remember!" Hopefully that will be the last of the de-pants of the manikins for a while.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
The Gap
Today at The Gap I had a Star Wars Moment. "Huh, okay, I'm listening" you are probably saying to yourself, but really thinking, "How can this be, it's The Gap, only Ray or possibly Matt Harsh could pull these two things together." Well, you are wrong, it totally makes sense.
In the storage room of The Gap we have what we call Bays. Essentially they are giant rolling shelfs that can be rolled right next to each other. You have to roll a shelf down the tract to make an area between the two shelfs. It's a really a neat system and saves a lot of space. While doing just that, the shelf started to roll back on me, closing me in between two shelf loaded with jeans and khaki. I couldn't help but think of that scene from Star Wars where they are stuck in the trash compactor and the walls are coming in. In my mind (and almost out loud), "oh no! I'll be crushed by the wall of Khaki's" and "Velvet should be crushed, not me!". luckily, it was a wall of Khaki and I stopped it, grabbed the apropeite Khaki and got back to the waiting customer. Everyday I have some odd thought like that
In the storage room of The Gap we have what we call Bays. Essentially they are giant rolling shelfs that can be rolled right next to each other. You have to roll a shelf down the tract to make an area between the two shelfs. It's a really a neat system and saves a lot of space. While doing just that, the shelf started to roll back on me, closing me in between two shelf loaded with jeans and khaki. I couldn't help but think of that scene from Star Wars where they are stuck in the trash compactor and the walls are coming in. In my mind (and almost out loud), "oh no! I'll be crushed by the wall of Khaki's" and "Velvet should be crushed, not me!". luckily, it was a wall of Khaki and I stopped it, grabbed the apropeite Khaki and got back to the waiting customer. Everyday I have some odd thought like that
Monday, June 16, 2008
A quick thought
So, I was looking at your Facebook albums, I mean really looking at them and this over whelming thought came into my mind that you are beautiful, Really Beautiful.
Also, i love to italic things and bold them.
Also, i love to italic things and bold them.
I can't hear the spirit over your crying baby
On Sunday I went to church with my parents in their family ward. Family wards, I've decided, aren't helping single people want to get married. Comparing the two experiences is like comparing shopping for furniture at Ikea to Target. Target is nice, but you get such a better experience at Ikea.
It started out normally, sacrament, crying babies and a pretty cool Bishop, a youth speaker that talked or 8 minutes ("impressive" I thought), then the meeting took a turn for the worst. The topic for this Sacrament meeting was humility. Know you would expect someone to bring up President Benson's talk on humility, that would be natural, that talk is really section 139 of the Doctrine and Covenants. What I didn't expect was to be read the talk out of order.
It started out small, "Oh this sounds really familiar" Then as it went on, "this sounds exactly like parts of Benon's!" I kept waiting for him to say something like, "President Benson said in this landmark address" but he never did. Perhaps it's the college student in me, but this reeked of plagiarism. plagiarism in sacrament meeting just seems really bad. In the end he ended up reading most of the talk and parts from another one, out of order, but there it was.
The kids sang and it was cute and good and all. After sacrament meeting the young women handed out candies to the fathers and apparently, I look the part, I had two little girls offer me candy. The first one, I pointed to my dad, the second one, I took the candy, do I regret this, no I don't, it was dark chocolate and it was delicious
It started out normally, sacrament, crying babies and a pretty cool Bishop, a youth speaker that talked or 8 minutes ("impressive" I thought), then the meeting took a turn for the worst. The topic for this Sacrament meeting was humility. Know you would expect someone to bring up President Benson's talk on humility, that would be natural, that talk is really section 139 of the Doctrine and Covenants. What I didn't expect was to be read the talk out of order.
It started out small, "Oh this sounds really familiar" Then as it went on, "this sounds exactly like parts of Benon's!" I kept waiting for him to say something like, "President Benson said in this landmark address" but he never did. Perhaps it's the college student in me, but this reeked of plagiarism. plagiarism in sacrament meeting just seems really bad. In the end he ended up reading most of the talk and parts from another one, out of order, but there it was.
The kids sang and it was cute and good and all. After sacrament meeting the young women handed out candies to the fathers and apparently, I look the part, I had two little girls offer me candy. The first one, I pointed to my dad, the second one, I took the candy, do I regret this, no I don't, it was dark chocolate and it was delicious
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