I think I can, I think I can, I think I can…. I’m getting towards the end of NaBloPoMo, I’m still in the running, but I’m running out of ideas of things to blog about on a daily basis. But my friend Robin gave me a few suggestions, so let’s try that, shall we?
1. Why do they have Christmas decorations and Holiday music playing in department stores before Halloween even got here? 2. Small dogs or big dogs, which are better? 3. Three things no one knows about me. 4. My fondest childhood memory.
Ok, #1. Do you really think I have any insight into the hows and whys of retail marketing other than to make money? I used to work retail myself, but as a minion, not a decision-maker. While I get excited at all the decorations and how the stores go all out for the holidays, I also take serious issue with the rush. I mean, we have 3 holidays at the end of the year that are pretty big in retail circles. Halloween means you need to buy a costume, candy, and other ghoulish stuff. Thanksgiving is a huge day for supermarket. And I don’t even need to mention how much retailers love Christmas. But why do we have to rush them? Why can’t we enjoy these things one at a time? It’s no wonder people feel rushed these days. The women’s magazines give you the whole holiday planning schedule – basically, they schedule out your entire fall and winter season for you, starting in August. Great. Now we feel like if we don’t follow their suggestions, we’ll never get it all done. Just… whatever. Just have fun. Holidays are for enjoying. And the Christmas season officially begins the day after Thanksgiving. So there.
#2. Small yippee dogs suck. They’re too needy, and my mom’s cat can beat up your teacup chihuahua. The German Shepherd we had when I was a kid, on the other hand, was a great dog – very smart and intuitive. Her bark meant something, whereas a smally yippee dog is just annoying as heck when it barks, because it tends to bark incessantly, like those battery powered toy dogs they used to have in front of the toy store at the mall.
Three things no one knows about me? Um, well, my husband knows everything about me (as far as I know, but there’s the chance that I myself could be forgetting something). But I don’t think he would appreciate me telling those kinds of secrets to the great wide interwebs, so you’re out of luck there.
And now for my fondest childhood memory. It’s hard to pick just one, but the summer that our dog (the previously mentioned German Shepherd) mated with our big stupid mutt that chased fireworks, and puppies were born. Having lots of puppies to play with when you’re 9 years old is pretty cool.
Ok, I’m out of ideas for now. Hopefully I can think of some more by tomorrow’s post.
*Idear is the Boston pronunciation of “idea”. Though we generally drop our R’s, we will add one at the end of word that ends with an “a”.