Dropper/ # of drops
The Junk Drawer/ 31
Blog Fiction/ 28
Redhead Ranting/ 26
Behind the Bit/ 25
Orient Lodge/ 22
THE Andrea/ 22
Forced Green/ 21
Argo's Journey/ 20
YOU ALL RAWK!!!
Then they want to make the guys feel even worse because the very next commercial is for "fono-chat", a chat line for Hispanic people.
These poor lonely guys don't stand a chance. First they must take a pill, then hook up the vacuum, then call and have someone whisper sweet nothings to them in a language they don't understand. Then they back to the regularly scheduled programming.
It was one thing to see those commercials for the KY His & Her Jelly, the ones where they talk about how each one does just the right thing for him and her, and when the meet WAMMO! Oh yeah, watching TV with my almost 13 year old son and seeing that commercial is nice. It shows how truly ready I am for addressing these things.
Him: I don't get it.
Me: NEVERMIIIIIIND! (This is where I proceed to leave the room and giggle/panic/and all the other things we mothers do when we realize it's getting close to that talk.)
It just doesn't seem right. If we are watching a channel like AMC, or a movie like Rocky, I would think the demographics would point towards commercials for athlete's foot, hair loss treatment, and lawnmowers. We shouldn't have to watch commercials for this stuff. Let the guys go back to buying these things out of their magazines...or off the internet for crying out loud.
Oh, and what does it say for our demographics ladies, when we are subject to daytime programming are we only offered laundry detergents, cleaning supplies and feminine hygiene?
What is up with that?
Bring on the commercials for B.O.B.s to make it fair!!! You do know what those are...right ladies? Come on. Think real hard.
So this year, this Grandy was not overly looking forward to Christmas. Last year's trip of nearly killing myself while zip-lining through the canyons of Mexico left me feeling...well...a bit ho-hum.
Well that feeling soon faded when I discovered I needed nothing more than a simple holiday with my family. Just the 3 of us, spending quiet time together. That was all someone who spends her days running in 12 different directions, for the company, the community, and everyone in between, needed.
And in the gift department, the Grandys are together making a concerted effort to save money this year. Hubby will turn 40 in November and we've decided to save money for a trip to Alaska. So the gifts between me and Hubby were simple. While at the same time, very special.
Hubby has not always mastered the gift giving. Quite often I will open a gift, like slippers for example, and he will go into our room and get the pair he had gotten himself as well. I am truly about the thought of the gift, but when left to wonder if the thought came from meeting his needs or mine, then sometimes my appreciation is not what it should be. It may sound ungrateful, and I don't mean to be, but I like to know he thought about my little cold feet when he bought them. I don't need to wonder if he said "Ooooh, I need some of these," and figured he better get some for me too.
Call me sentimental.
So this year Hubby did something I would have NEVER anticipated. And it wasn't even just the gift that thrilled me so, it was the acts that followed the gift. He bought me this:
Well, what could I possibly post about every day? What subject could I possibly entertain the masses with (or at least the select few who catch on)? How about the fact that I'm so incredibly inept with so many things?
Aren't they lovely? Didn't LadyJava do a GREAT JOB?
You must go check out the new digs!!!
This blog will go on, with the random Grandy-isms that you have come to know and expect, because let's face it...this is where I get to be me. I may interject with some updates on my adventures, but fear not...I like being random here.
Thanks for following me into my 250th post...and here's hoping you stick around for 250 MORE!!
The fact that even one sweater exists like this, means there must be more.
The fact that there is only one sweater like this on the rack means that someone bought the others.
Why? Who? How???
Trust me... If Grandy were your friend...your true friend...she would NOT let you wear this thing outside.