Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
Are Clever Commercials Making A Comeback?
Remember when commercials were fun? They would entertain and tell a story. They sometimes could even make you cry. Those were the days, huh? And what do we get now? A bunch of text all over the screen with some invisible voiceover person telling us about doorbuster sales. I'm pretty sure there isn't even such a job as jingle writer anymore ~ it's just easier to buy the rights to an already-written score.
Every once in a while my faith in marketing is restored. The other day I saw this commercial and just loved it. Target, kudos.
What's your favorite commercial these days?
Every once in a while my faith in marketing is restored. The other day I saw this commercial and just loved it. Target, kudos.
What's your favorite commercial these days?
Friday, December 17, 2010
...Have A Cup Of Cheer
It's Christmas crunch time, but remember to keep in mind what's really important this season. As is mandatory at the Auntie B's Wax World Headquarters, take some time to watch Rudolph. It will bring back tons of memories and might even stir up that Christmas spirit you lost in the seventh circle of hell mall. If you can't sing at least one song by memory from this show, then you need to watch it twice.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Pre-Christmas Preparations
It's Christmastime and we all know how we must spruce ourselves up for all the hobnobbing we'll be doing. I made a trip to the beauty shop today. (Did I just say beauty shop?) Got a cute little haircut. Also had some grooming done so I'm not sporting the eyebrows of Andy Rooney
or the moustache of Herschel Bernardi.
I'm a girl again! So even if I'm on Santa's naughty list he won't pass me by because I'm now cute as a button. Being cute, especially after the effort I went through today, is just as worthy of Santa's attention as being nice. Besides, Santa's a guy and guys love cute.
What have you been doing to attract Santa's attention?
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
Bummer
If you're looking for lively and upbeat, today is not the day to be visiting Auntie B's blog. Sorry to all you perkies out there.
The weekend stunk. Too much conflict and too many hormones.
1. The weekend started out with the threat of a blizzard, which I thought was a huge fake put on by the weather people just to get our attention, because even by 10:00 Friday night there was no snow flying around.
2. The weather people were not faking and we ended up getting seventeen inches. Normally this would not be a problem for me, but I had places to go and this snow was putting a damper on things.
3. All day Saturday I toiled over whether or not Husby and I should travel to Superior, WI to visit Paenney the next day, a trip that had been planned for quite a while. Paenney just started college and we wanted to pay a visit and get a tour of his new home away from home, take him out for a good lunch, and load him up with some goodies for finals. Plus I wanted to visit Lu::Handmade Goodness, a shop in Superior at which I consign. It was going to be a very fun-filled and action-packed day. The snow kept falling and blowing, falling and blowing.
4. The weatherman promised the snow would stop by Sunday, our planned travel date, but that the blizzard conditions would continue to the next day in the form of blowing snow and subzero temperatures. I finally put in a call to Paenney late Saturday afternoon saying we couldn't come. Despite the snowfall ceasing, there was still the seventeen inches of fallen snow to deal with. As promised the temperature plummeted, winds picked up and our trusty weatherman warned against unncessary travel. But visiting Paenney IS necessary, I thought.
5. However, once I spoke with Paenney and made the decision to disappoint us all by not traveling I felt a little less confounded by the situation, but then I was overwrought with disappointment. Husby couldn't figure out why I was walking around the house aimlessly, crying. After a day of watching the weather forecasts and trying to make the decision whether to travel or not, then caving in to Mother Nature and her wrath of fury...well, it was just all too much for me. Plus I'm at an age where everything makes me cry, and the things that would make a normal person cry are exponentially exaggerated in a person with my state of hormonal confusion.
6. Our day of travel turned into a day of snow removal. Removal? Where do you put that much snow? We figured it out for our house, and then off I went to my parents' house to help them out. Charlotte, Pinky, and Fojo were also there to help. Many hands make quick work and all that. I'm just going to sum up that experience with a prayer ~ Please, dear God, when the time comes and I am older and less capable, let me quietly accept the help of others despite their different ways and time schedules. My parents were very grateful for the help they received and treated us all to a delicious Carbone's pizza.
7. I forgot to do laundry through all the hoo-ha of the blizzard and was stuck with doing it on Sunday night. I got to bed way too late and then had to get up in the freezing dark morning at 5:00 a.m. and go to the day job, which is enough to make me want to take a fork and stab myself repeatedly.
8. While sitting at my day job desk I realized I forgot the bag of goodies on the table at home. Goodies made to help welcome a new member to our work unit. So dang it, now I have to go to Jerabek's and buy something for our little welcoming party. OK, I'll admit that everyone will probably enjoy Jerebek's goodies much more than they would mine, but that's beside the point. Down-trodden, disheveled, and unorganized ~ that's me and it bums me out.
So here I am, emotionally exhausted, cold, and way too out of shape to be trudging through this much snow. As cranky as I am over the outcome of this past weekend, I'm really grateful we'll be having a white Christmas, that everyone I care about survived the blizzard without incident. I'm also grateful that I can start all over this week and hope for much better outcomes than I've had the last three days.
The weekend stunk. Too much conflict and too many hormones.
1. The weekend started out with the threat of a blizzard, which I thought was a huge fake put on by the weather people just to get our attention, because even by 10:00 Friday night there was no snow flying around.
2. The weather people were not faking and we ended up getting seventeen inches. Normally this would not be a problem for me, but I had places to go and this snow was putting a damper on things.
3. All day Saturday I toiled over whether or not Husby and I should travel to Superior, WI to visit Paenney the next day, a trip that had been planned for quite a while. Paenney just started college and we wanted to pay a visit and get a tour of his new home away from home, take him out for a good lunch, and load him up with some goodies for finals. Plus I wanted to visit Lu::Handmade Goodness, a shop in Superior at which I consign. It was going to be a very fun-filled and action-packed day. The snow kept falling and blowing, falling and blowing.
4. The weatherman promised the snow would stop by Sunday, our planned travel date, but that the blizzard conditions would continue to the next day in the form of blowing snow and subzero temperatures. I finally put in a call to Paenney late Saturday afternoon saying we couldn't come. Despite the snowfall ceasing, there was still the seventeen inches of fallen snow to deal with. As promised the temperature plummeted, winds picked up and our trusty weatherman warned against unncessary travel. But visiting Paenney IS necessary, I thought.
5. However, once I spoke with Paenney and made the decision to disappoint us all by not traveling I felt a little less confounded by the situation, but then I was overwrought with disappointment. Husby couldn't figure out why I was walking around the house aimlessly, crying. After a day of watching the weather forecasts and trying to make the decision whether to travel or not, then caving in to Mother Nature and her wrath of fury...well, it was just all too much for me. Plus I'm at an age where everything makes me cry, and the things that would make a normal person cry are exponentially exaggerated in a person with my state of hormonal confusion.
6. Our day of travel turned into a day of snow removal. Removal? Where do you put that much snow? We figured it out for our house, and then off I went to my parents' house to help them out. Charlotte, Pinky, and Fojo were also there to help. Many hands make quick work and all that. I'm just going to sum up that experience with a prayer ~ Please, dear God, when the time comes and I am older and less capable, let me quietly accept the help of others despite their different ways and time schedules. My parents were very grateful for the help they received and treated us all to a delicious Carbone's pizza.
7. I forgot to do laundry through all the hoo-ha of the blizzard and was stuck with doing it on Sunday night. I got to bed way too late and then had to get up in the freezing dark morning at 5:00 a.m. and go to the day job, which is enough to make me want to take a fork and stab myself repeatedly.
8. While sitting at my day job desk I realized I forgot the bag of goodies on the table at home. Goodies made to help welcome a new member to our work unit. So dang it, now I have to go to Jerabek's and buy something for our little welcoming party. OK, I'll admit that everyone will probably enjoy Jerebek's goodies much more than they would mine, but that's beside the point. Down-trodden, disheveled, and unorganized ~ that's me and it bums me out.
So here I am, emotionally exhausted, cold, and way too out of shape to be trudging through this much snow. As cranky as I am over the outcome of this past weekend, I'm really grateful we'll be having a white Christmas, that everyone I care about survived the blizzard without incident. I'm also grateful that I can start all over this week and hope for much better outcomes than I've had the last three days.
Friday, December 10, 2010
Christmas Nostalgia
Christmas is all about nostalgia, isn't it? We remember our childhood Christmases and the excitement of opening that special gift. Images of Christmas are from eras gone by, Victorian houses and one-horse open sleighs.
I unearthed a piece of nostalgia that isn't really a romantic memory, but took me back so many years and brought a smile to my face. If you're as old as me and grew up in the Twin Cities, you might remember the show Lunch With Casey. If you remember that, you'll probably remember this wonderful little diddy...
Happy Holidays from Casey Jones and Roundhouse Rodney!
I unearthed a piece of nostalgia that isn't really a romantic memory, but took me back so many years and brought a smile to my face. If you're as old as me and grew up in the Twin Cities, you might remember the show Lunch With Casey. If you remember that, you'll probably remember this wonderful little diddy...
Happy Holidays from Casey Jones and Roundhouse Rodney!
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