Just Another Jenn

Well it appears that since I posted the “Dooce Challenge” not only has Heather not graced my site with her presence, my readership has gone done exponentially. I guess people aren’t that interested in my stalker type love of the Dooce.

However, I shall prevail in this endeavor. I will continue to wait for Heather B. Armstrong, goddess of the internets, to visit my site and (gasp) comment on it. So for those of you who are bored with this little game I apologize but I am fatally stubborn. So there.

Dooce if you are out there - save my poor readers (Hi Mom!) from this drama. Give a girl a break…

All four people who read this site have commented and now it is time for me to finish my story on ethics…

 Well I would love to tell you that I am a perfect citizen. I would love to say that I got past my own laziness and walked back into that store and promptly asked them to charge me for the excersaucer super deluxe all-in-one baby holder extraordinaire version 2.7.1.

 Well folks, did I mention that less than 24 hours prior I spent 11 hours in a car with a three year old and an eight month old? Internet do you comprehend that my morale was in a weakened state? That I was a mere shell of the moral being I normally am? Endless hours of “are we there?” and “I have to go potty but not in the girls bathroom because I am boy Mommy” and “don’t look at me Mommy I’m angry at you” - all of these things had worn on my psyche and I was admittedly in a fragile state.

So people, I drove away. I drove away with my head hung in shame.

Hopefully you won’t judge me (don’t you judge me!), I am admitting my failure to the entirety of the Internets.

It is finished now. Giant toy retailer, I hope I haven’t caused you much pain. In my final defense…SHE SCANNED IT! Nonetheless, I am sorry.

I will say that writing about my ordeal has been cathartic and I do feel a bit better. 

Stay tuned for more on my moral failings and defects of character - this site is sure to make you feel better about yourself! Happy reading….

Okay Internet, here is your question of the day…You go into a large toy retailer and proceed to fill your cart with an absurd amount of items for the 9 neices and nephews on your Christmas list. You also buy a few (note:sarcasm) items for your own two children. The cart is now wobbly with the weight of your consumerism.

You head to the checkout, hoping you haven’t gone too far over budget. The girl behind the counter asks you if you found everything you were looking for. You roll your eyes because either she is programmed to ask this or clearly has a serious vision problem. She scans everything you put on the little conveyor belt and you graciously lift to her the things that don’t fit on the belt so she can scan them and put them back in the cart.

 She tells you it is $ridiculous.37 and you say, “Actually that’s not as bad as I thought.” You smile politely and take your cart out to your car.

As you load the items in your car, you are still thinking that it shouldn’t have been $ridiculous.37 it should have been $ludicrous.78. You get into the car and plot your plan of attack on the next retail store.

 You then glance at your receipt from the large toy retailer in curiousity.

And there it isn’t.

The largest and most expensive item you purchased, which you personally lifted up out of the cart for the sales girl to scan is not on your receipt. It is the reason why you were pleasantly surprised at your less than ludicrous total.

 So Internet what do you do? Do turn your car around, go back to the store, get the very large item out of your car, load it in to the cart, take it in to the store and ask them to charge you for it?

Thoughts anyone?

Here are a few pic’s of the boys outing. They had way too much fun. The girls went to Nordstroms…..

When we go to Arizona we have a few traditions. One of which is eating at Native New Yorker. I seriously can’t say enough about this place’s chicken wings. I don’t even like chicken wings and I will eat a whole bunch of these little suckers. In fact, when I am done, my plate looks like a chicken bone graveyard. Well, a graveyard covered in smokin’ hot barbeque sauce.

I really wish the people who own the Native would get a clue and come to California with their franchise. I would eat chicken wings all the time if a Native was in close proximity. Then I would get fat from eating so many wings and end up suing them because I am so fat and their wings were irresistable.

That is the American way. Amen.

This day didn’t start out so good - Isaac woke up at 4 a.m. with a raging fever. After some tylenol, a bath and a few more hours of sleep he was feeling better. So off to the Phoenix Zoo we went, where we met up with Auntie Rozzy and Chris. It was so cute to see the boys enjoy the zoo together. Best quote of the day:

Upon seeing a little boy with a newly purchased monkey mask, Isaac said: Hey look at that monkey.

Chris responded with a very serious: That’s no monkey Isaac, that’s a kid.