Tricky little S'mart...

One of my two favorite clothing stores sent me a coupon over the interwebs.  I'm pretty sure they sent the coupon to a few other people too.

It was a "Take-an-additional-40%-off-all-Red-Dot-Clearance" coupon.  The Chickie Shopper Code requires that I go to such events or risk losing my certified Chickie Shopper status.

What did I find (besides that adorable tunic-length cap-sleeve gray sweater vest with faux fur trim)? I found trickiness.  You see, there are TWO kinds of sale items at the S'mart.  One kind is "Red-Dot Clearance," and the other is just plain old "Sale" (how prosaic). And the signs look SOOOO similar.  I think that's tricky.

They ought to make the signs for non "Take-an-additional-40%-off-all-Red-Dot-Clearance" coupon items a distinct color, like... say... blaze orange.  You know, the color hunters wear so that they don't get shot in the woods when stalking down their prey.  The Red-Dot signs can remain their lovely red, black and white.  Think about it; it would totally work.  After all, if we're going to risk life and limb out there bargain hunting, we ought to have an official system to ensure budget safety.

Red-Dot-Clearance sign

NOT Red-Dot-Clearance sign

Oh so faux...

Fake boot tops made of fake fur 

Or

A new way to wear Tribbles

Faux fur awareness campaign grows...

One of my sweet colleague-friends copied and pasted on my fb wall a status that one of her other friends had posted.  She thought I might enjoy it.  I think you might too:

"dear old navy customers, i regret to inform you that we do not and never have sold fox fur lined hoodies...we do, however, sell FAUX fur lined hoodies...it's easy to see the confusion."

Faux fur confusion plagues our culture.  

Save the fauxes...

Friday I wore a lovely new tunic-length cap-sleeve gray sweater vest with faux fur trim.  The fur looked a lot like my gray and black striped kitty I had growing up.  As a public service to the faint of heart, I assured them that the fur was faux... completely synthetic and not in any way akin to real kitties.

"You say faux 'fOH'? I thought it was 'fOHx' or 'fAWx.'"
"No, 'fOH.'  You know the French word for false... fake."
"You mean faux fur is fake fur?"
"Yep.  What did you think it was?"
"I thought is was a little fox-like animal."

LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLs...

We had a great laugh.  And so began the "Save the fauxes" campaign.

Oh, the irony...

Ice, ice baby...

Let's review.  I was born in this town.  I went to college ~30 miles away.  I got married, got a job, and bought a house in a town four miles away from where I went to college and 25ish miles away from the house I lived in growing up.  All these places are in the South.  OK, picky people -- Southeast.

We have one or two winter events a year.  On average there's a fun snow (4-6 inches) and another something.  Sometimes that's snow and sometimes it sleet or ice.  To date this season, we have had six (6) winter events since December 1: dustings of snow, nicely measurable snow, and now sneetice. I'm not complaining; I'm just sayin'.

So as I sit home for the third wintry weather unplanned vacation-from-schwork day, I'm working up motivation to peel more wallpaper ("Mom, when are you going to finish our bathroom?  It's hard not having anywhere to hang towels.") or run on the treadmill (Couch to 5k still under consideration). I am going to get on those things... right after I watch a weather-related Robert Van Winkle video on YouTube. 

The Demise of Facebook...

With the most recent profile update, Facebook has gotten... boring.  I used to love updating my status daily. It was after my name at the top, so I felt a little compelled to keep it current.  If I wanted to know what was up with a friend because I hadn't stalked my news feed all day, I'd click on her profile, read her statues, and voila... reconnected with what's going on. 

Now statuses (stati?) disappear on the wall and get lost in the shuffle, so... meh... who cares.  I don't have time or inclination to hardcore creep anytime I want to know what someone's doing.

Instead, I've headed over to Twitter more and more.  I like it over there.  I follow lots of people/organizations that are helpful to my daily existence.  SamaritansPurse gives me ways to pray for folks outside my little world; esvdaily sends me Scripture to ponder; CSLewisDaily reminds me to think deeply and well; APStylebook enlightens me about writing standards; local news and weather and traffic keep me on top of stuff where I live. 

And then there's the celebrities.  Hands-down the funniest is...wait for it... patsajak (Pat Sajak).  Absolutely hilarious.  I recently started following him on a tip from donttrythis (Adam Savage of Mythbusters). 

So Mark Z... you're about to "improve" your little empire to death.  Just chill, dude.   There's something to that old saying, "If it ain't broke, don't fix it."

New Shoos...

Today we went back to school, and I wore my new shoes.  I got TOMS for Christmas.  They were super cute on the website, but oh-my-goodness! I had no idea how comfortable they are.  TOMS are officially my favorite shoe. 

I wear my Skechers Shape-Ups when my plantar fasciitis acts up, but I have a feeling that if TOMS feel as good after they wear a bit as they do at first, I might not have many bouts with the dreaded p.f.

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SMT verse:  I Corinthians 6:20 - For you were bought with a price: therefore glorify God in your body.   (From memory!  Booyah! Already whipped it out and used it in battle.  Felt great!)

I'm off to get good rest.  'Nite y'all. 

<3

Confession...

I love, love, love collard greens and black-eyes peas for New Year's dinner, but I have actually cooked them only once.  I burned the collard greens so badly we had to throw away the pot.  And you think collard greens smell funky cooking; you ought to smell them when they're burning.

I love my mom for making New Year's dinner each year!