**UPDATE: Holy crap, I thought today was Thursday and that I missed posting on Wednesday AGAIN. I am going to have some more coffee, possibly a decongestant, and revel in the fact that I have met my self-imposed deadline for once. Thank you.**
It made me want to make one of my own, so I took the text from every Battle post and this is what I wound up with:
I like it actually, I might feel another t shirt design in the making
When my husband and I first moved in together, we shared a double (or full) sized bed. Quite happily, I might add for the first few months.
When we moved up to a queen sized bed, the extra space was welcomed, particularly during the gestation of our daughter. I was as big as a house and tossed and turned, poor Jason wound up sleeping in the spare room for most of my last trimester anyway. He barely got a wink of sleep in between my tsunami-like movements and the, ahem, snoring that accompanied my pregnancies.
When my daughter was about 3, we moved up to a king sized bed. Wow, what a change! The first few nights, I felt as if I could fully extend my arms and still not reach my husband on the other side. Some mornings I still wake up and have trouble seeing him on the other side, but we have enjoyed this new luxury thoroughly.
As a parent, you will know that there are times when your children will sleep with you. I’m not talking about the co-sleeping movement (not that there’s anything wrong with that), just about the odd night, when nightmares are had, and shadows are spooky.
Lucky us, we had one of those nights last night. I went to bed later than usual for me on a Sunday, around midnight. Low and behold, around 2am I hear little footsteps plodding down the hall. I opened one sleep-hazed eye to note that my 6 year old daughter was climbing in bed between my husband and I. Fine. Ok. I got her settled and went promptly back to sleep.
At 3am, I hear crying from my 3 year old son’s room. This brought a swifter reaction from me since he had hurt his head (minorly) earlier in the day and I was afraid it was bleeding again. I’d just about had him soothed and back to sleep, beginning my ninja creep backwards to the door and, I hoped, my bed. No such luck. He sat bolt upright and exclaimed “I want to sleep in your bed!”, and then leapt at me from the top of his loft bed. Ok, fine. I got him settled, and realised the mistake of drinking an entire bottle of water close to bed time. When I returned, I had to slide two children over to make a sliver of room for myself on the edge of my king sized bed.
At 5:10 am my damn alarm rang. My arm was asleep, my neck ached and I felt I could understand the phrase “rode hard and put away wet”. Also I am considering if there is any bed larger than a King size I can purchase for future nights like these. Maybe this is the real reason TV couples used to sleep in two singles.
I was in Future Shop in Shawnessy last week on Wednesday. I had made the decision to buy an iPad after pining for one for over a year. I had done all of my research, knew which model I wanted and which accessories to get with it. All I needed to do was pay for the unit and take it home. Easy right? I should have been in and out of the store in 10 minutes.
It took me 10 minutes just to get the salesman’s attention. It wasn’t busy, and I wasn’t hiding or being foreboding. I was standing next to the display of iPads, staring at the two salesman in the area while they chatted it up. At one point both of them looked at me before returning to their conversation for a few minutes. FINALLY one of them sauntered up to me and I was able to complete my transaction, and let me tell you, once I told him what I was getting, he was mighty snappy with the service.
Every time I go into Future Shop it’s the same story. I know what I want, I am ready to buy on the spot, if only I could get someone to help me, usually to get inventory out of a cage, if it’s readily accessible I can get through the entire store without anyone but the cashier talking to me.
Yo, Future Shop, here are some stats I think you need to know:
- According to the Consumer Electronics Association (CEA), women accounted for $55 billion of the $96 billion spent on electronics gear
- Women are involved in 89 percent of all consumer electronics purchase decisions.
- Nearly three-quarters of women surveyed complained about being ignored or patronized by sales people when shopping for electronics. (ahem)
I also got one of those handy-dandy little survey links on the bottom of my receipt, and you can bet your bibby-bobkas that I filled that survey out. IN SPADES.
Until Future Shop starts training their associates to treat EVERY person who walks through their doors equally, I will be taking my consumer dollars elsewhere.
Found in this week’s Sobeys flyer, an ad for Dove’s “self esteem fund” sharing the same ad box as a Slim-Fast ad proclaiming “you can’t wear a snowsuit in the swimming pool”.
This helps us to remember that Dove is owned by Unilever, a marketing giant who’s real interest has always been $$$ first and foremost. Self esteem fund my rosy round butt.
Let it be known that my inspiration in crafting and design frequently exceeds my ACTUAL skills. Thankfully, I have amazing friends like Princess Jenn, who help me fumble my way through making something people with eyeballs might actually enjoy. Without her guidance, you would be looking at shirts that I painted with my toes while shoveling haagen daz into my mouth and weeping for my brilliant ideas that never come to fruition
So here they are!
And this one really isn’t new, but I (ahem Jenn) finally realized why I couldn’t get the white text I originally wanted.