Thursday, December 29, 2011

Strikingly Short

Lately I've been wondering if I'm so short that it's the first thing people think of when they meet me. When I meet someone who's super tall, before he's Brad, he's "holy crap this guy is tall!" Or anything else extreme about a person, for example being overly pretty, or unshowered. I guess that's how nicknames come about, because it's what makes you different, and stand out. Especially with a name as vanilla as Jennifer. I don't even want to touch how people identified me in high school, but I can't help but wonder if I'm just average short, or below average short.

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Women's clothes

While shopping for Christmas presents at Costco with Janine and Aleisha, dad decided to try on a sweater. He said it fit quite funny, just as an employee approached him and pointed out that he was trying on a women's sweater.
"Yes, I figured that out because look, my family is running away from me.."

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Yuletide Panic

During the holidays this year, instead of being an elf, I'm working at the Share gift wrap station. I learned how to curl ribbon in the first few shifts as they weren't too busy. As it gets closer to Christmas though, people are starting to come up to the counter in a panic. Today I had a lady and her husband come up with four gifts. They were sweaters, and the couple even managed to get boxes for them (a rarity this time of year.) After I got her information, I started to give her coupons and tag the items, when all of sudden she started to get extremely flustered. She grabbed at the sweaters, the tags and the bags she had them in, muttering about the prices on them, and how she was going to tell them apart when they were wrapped. In her fit, she was starting to screw with my system. Without even thinking I looked her in the eyes and said, "It's OK, I GOT THIS!" When she looked at me, we shared a moment. I put on the best trusting face I could muster, and her shoulders sunk as she smiled. The presents will be fine, we'll get there. It's OK, the holidays will be over soon.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Well slept..?

I know I got a good nights sleep last night because I work up this morning disoriented. I didn't know what day it was, and when I glanced at my clock to see 6:32 I wondered if that was at night, or in the morning. I couldn't remember my dream though, and that's unusual...what a second...who's seen Men in Black? :)

Monday, December 19, 2011


Last week I lost my voice, and although it was thoroughly amusing for most people that tried to interact with me, it was also somewhat jarring. It started Monday when my voice was raspy, and Tuesday I was singing 'Smelly Cat' from friends. By Wednesday it would take a lot of effort to talk, and sometimes I'd open my mouth and nothing would come out. When Thursday it still wasn't getting any better, I started to wonder if it was ever coming back. It was a good thing all the walk in clinics I found that night were either moved, or closed because Friday morning I could talk again. How did Little Mermaid do it?

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Inflatable Santa meets pellat gun

Come on, we've all thought about it. With all the Christmas decorations coming out, the large inflatables are amung them. A house just around the corner from me has a whole yard full. How fun would that be? *BANG* followed by a *pfffft* Seasonal stress releif at it's finest.

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Nutty Lately

As I was driving to work this morning, I could smell the brazil nut product I had in my hair. I was also munching away on a mixed nut granola bar. Add that to the level of mental insanity everyone takes on this time of year, and I was feeling pretty nutty. Appriently this character's name is Nutty, although I can't imagine why??

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Cruel clock

I've started using the alarm clock on my cell phone to decrease the likelihood of turning it off in my sleep, which was happening far too often with my traditional alarm clock. The mean thing about the clock on my smartphone is that it tells you how long you get to sleep for. As soon as you set the clock, it tells you in hour and minutes how long it is until it will go off. In some cases its clear I haven't got the alarm set for the right day, when it says 3 days, 7 hours and 5 mintues. But other times, like the night Greg and I went to a hockey game the night before we were catching the first ferry to the island to move my things, it said 4 hours and 16 minutes. That time I did turn it off in my sleep, but thanks to Greg's unsafe driving, we made the second ferry.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Make me up

Recently, for my new job, I'm obligated to wear at least five pieces of make up to work, because we sell make up products. This is a drastic change for me, as I didn't wear any before. I like make up as a means to enhance beauty, I just don't like the idea of covering it up. My fear is that I'll become reliant on it to feel beautiful. When I look in the mirror before applying make up, I always want to like what I see, instead of seeing imperfections. 



Friday, November 25, 2011

Moving phenomenon

It starts when you're packing, leading up to moving day and you're looking for something you need for day to day life, and you realize it's already been packed.

Then when you do move it becomes a guessing game of which box it was packed in.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

It happened

The other day I was in Michaels buying what I needed to homemake some Christmas presents, when the cashier and I started talking about coupons. I didn't even mean to say it, it just popped out of my mouth.

"I have an app for that..."

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Festively premature

I strongly believe no one should put their Christmas lights up, or turn them on until Dec 1st. It takes all the magic out of Christmas if you've already been celebrating for a month by the time it rolls around. It's been argued that it's more dangerous to put the lights up the colder it gets because of the whole ladders with ice and frost combinations, but Nov 20th is just far too early. Isn't it enough that Costco has had their Christmas merchandise out since mid September? I talked to a few people about whether or not they'd started their holiday shopping yet, and following gender stereotypes, the two men hadn't started yet, and the two women were finished. One lady even said they were wrapped and under the tree. Tree?? I just think we could all enjoy it more if we're not sick of it by the time it gets here.

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Tire sizes

As it turns out, the front tires on Snowball were somewhat bald, so I had to get them rotated. But dad also brought up that I should get new tires, and Greg needed the size to look for a slightly used pair. I had no idea your tire size is actually printed on the side of the tires.
Mine is P155/80R13 79S. Greg explained it with such ease, the first sequence of garbled numbers and letters mean something, but that's standard, and the size of the tire is in there near the end. I concentrated hard when he told me, but it doesn't actually make any sense.
I was thinking about bra sizes, and how guys complain that they're confusing. Well guess what gentlemen, C36 doesn't hold a candle to what's printed on my tires!

Friday, November 18, 2011

I'm not blessed

Most people that are close to me know that I sneeze a lot, and most people who meet me find out pretty quickly. There always comes a time in the early stages of getting to know someone, where they finally give up on saying "bless you" when I sneeze. Sometimes, they just eventually stop, but other times they make a point of saying, "ok enough, you just sneeze far too much, I'm just going to stop saying bless you!" It's ok, you're exempt. You're not being rude, I understand. What worries me is what I discovered when I researched why we say 'bless you'. It all stems from an ancient superstition that after you sneeze, you're slightly incapacitated, and bad spirits can enter your body, so people say bless you to keep them away. Maybe I'm fine though, because I'm not quite sure I believe in spirits anyhow. Btw, don't google sneezing. You'll find gross pictures like this one:

Monday, November 14, 2011

Roaming brushers

When my sister came to visit me in Ucluelet, she commented that when I brushed my teeth, I wandered around the suite. She said she does it as well, but I suppose it's quite odd. It's not even that I'm trying to maximize my time, because I rarely accomplish anything in my walks. I just don't think I would ever brush long enough if I was just sitting in front of the mirror staring at myself. Sometimes these walks backfire, because a family member is waiting to pounce on the bathroom, and I end up rushing to find another bathroom to spit. It also opens me up to more opportunities to laugh at a conversation going on around me, and we all know how that ends. Unlike this chick, who actually managed to make teeth brushing look attractive.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

"Game over, you lost"

Recently I've become somewhat addicted to scrabble on my smartphone. I played it non-stop one weekend. I'm not very good, so I lose more often than not. But what threw me off was the message that pops up on a game when the other person wins.
"Game over, you lost."
It was blunt, but I just started to imagine if other things in life worked that way. Like if your debit declines, "Declined, you're broke." Or when you're being let go, "It's over, leave. You suck." What about being broken up with, "Game over, you're dumped."

Friday, November 4, 2011


Some things have come up while living alone that I didn't anticipate. Some parts are pretty cool, like everything is where I left it so I have less of a chance of loosing things. I can also make bad judgment calls, like eating toast for dinner two nights in a row. But other things are kind of annoying, like when I'm getting ready in the morning, there's no other person to zip the back up, or help me with a bracelet, or tell me what I'm wearing looks ok. When I oversleep a nap, there's no one else to wake me up, I just keep sleeping. Even travelling alone on the ferry, I either have to take all my stuff with me to the bathroom, or trust that someone around me will watch it for me if I ask them to. I have a new appreciation for the friends of mine that live on their own.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Short walk down Long Beach

I was floored. Everything everybody said about how pretty the beaches are were all true. This is the best picture I took, and it was totally worth the 5 dollars I paid for parking.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

P.O. Box?

What do you mean my mail doesn't come to my house? It has the address on it, where will it go? I've had 4 different people today tell me about the mail system here in Ucluelet, and they all told me slightly different things. Evidently we use post office boxes. But I might not be able to get one, there might be a waiting list. Aren't they just boxes? Can't you just build more to match the growing population?

And don't ask me whether the box is attached to the person of the residence, I'm still not sure. I am expecting mail, but where it exactly it will end up, I also have no idea.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

"You'll do just fine"

When I was a kid, I used to go camping with my Grandparents every summer. Our favourite place to go had a pool, and one trip Grams bought us water balls to throw around. Well one time we were up at the pool playing with them, some punk kid decided he was going to steal our water balls. I think I saw him take them, and yelled after him, but he got away on his bike. I ran after him, and saw him escape into the men's bathroom. He waited in there until he thought I was gone, and when he came out I gave him a piece of my ten year old mind. When I got back to the trailer with the water balls and told Grams the story, she just looked at me and said "I don't have to worry about you, do I?"

Monday, October 17, 2011

Did I buy a Nano Pet?

After working all day, and having my new smartphone on silent, I was surprised to pull it out of my pocket to find the thing had gone nuts in my absence. It reminded me a lot of when I was younger and Nano Pets were cool.
You had to feed, exercise and clean up after those stupid things 24/7. If you slept, they died. I remember getting out of school and there would be steaming piles of shit everywhere! Come to think of it, the graphics on those things sucked, but those poo piles were darn convincing.
Now the poo piles are emails, Facebook updates, voicemail, and text messages. I can't see this going well, I never kept a pet alive for longer than a week.

Sunday, October 16, 2011


One small step for a girl, one large step for womenkind

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Living in lasts...

I'm trying very hard lately not to live my life in lasts. Although this week has been and will be full of them, including last time sleeping in my room, last time closing at Rogers, last time doing my chore...I'm trying to think of my life in firsts. It's the first time I'm leaving home to live on my own. The first time I'll think of my wage by the year instead of by the hour. Although highly uncharacteristic of me, it'll be the first time I've pushed my comfort zone this far, and taken a leap of stupidity on a dream. Although I must admit it's been somewhat uneventful because so far no guys have confessed their secret undying love for me, and no one but me has cried yet. On a more serious note, I appreciate everyone's support, you've all been great and I super appreciate it. After this, I'm going to go dig up my bright yellow rain gear.  

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Exit Please!

I was helping my friend with an event at the old folks home she works at today, when people came into where we were working to replace the EXIT signs. Some of them are above doors to indicate how to get out of a room, but others are in hallways and need arrows to point in the direction of how to get out of the building. I couldn't help bursting into laughter when the one guy gets the new sign installed, and turned to his partner to ask, "which way was the arrow pointing on this one?"
They replaced all the signs in the building that day. I hope against all odds that nothing ever happens, but the building is confusing at best, so I can't help but think if there's ever an emergency, there might be a lot of lost seniors.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Dog Pee

I was thinking today about all the strange places my dog has lifted his leg, when he bothers, sometimes he just leans on his back legs and pees all over his front paws. He's lifted his leg to pee on kids bikes laying at the side of the road, in their helmets, on a basket of bouncy balls outside the dollar store...Just the other day I was walking him by my car when he stopped to lift his leg. He looked at me just before the stream started, and jumped when I started screaming. I told him sternly that we would most definitely not be friends anymore, but I guess it could have been worse...

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Job Hunting with Google Maps

It's probably a bad sign when job hunting includes a window for Google maps trying to figure out where the heck in the province some of these places are..the usual answer?

I'm slowly trying to wrap my head around moving to one of these places, and knowing someone there helps. "Doesn't my step-mom's brother live there? No wait, dad you had a cousin who married somewhere there? Or was it your aunts sister in law?"

Friday, September 23, 2011

Clubbing: What actually happens

With my boyfriends brother turning 19 last week, I had a thought while I was listening to the radio in my car the other day. I listened to artists like Kesha, LMFAO, Katy Perry and they all talked going to clubs in a romanticised way, that might deceive someone who hasn't had their own experiences yet. So I decided to share some of my own experiences...

Shortly after some girlfriends and I decide a day and place, we bicker about who should stay sober to drive. Sometimes the argument of "I drove last time came" comes up, or "You have to work in the morning anyhow.." Then I find the outfit I look the least fat in, and off we go. If we forgot to, or couldn't get on the guest list, then we're stuck waiting in line without coats because the coat check is highway robbery. Wouldn't be so bad if clumps of skinny blondes weren't cutting the line every 5 minutes...but I have to wonder what they're whispering to the bouncers? Promises of sexual favours later? Name dropping? There is always the option of "greasing" the bouncer, where if you casually slip them enough money, they'll let you in. But considering you still have to pay cover after that, and drinks are overpriced..and I've just never had the guts.

So I wait non-patiently in line, freezing my ass off. Then when I get in, I pay for overpriced drinks until my wallets empty and barely feel a buzz. Or I get pretty drunk and attempt to keep track of my cellphone, keys and lipstick all night. The funniest part has to be be the dancing. It always feels super sexy, but I can tell from the looks it's not. The dance floor reminds me of a meat market, with all the creepy older guys surrounding the outside, ready to move in on the girl that looks the drunkest. I'm still waiting for this approach to backfire on them, but I have yet to see one of these guys get puked on.
But speaking of puke, go to the bathroom early on in the night and then hold it until you get home. If you don't, you might open a stall that the sight and smell of will make you yarf too. Warning: If you puke in the bathroom, and then walk out feeling all stealth about it, they will know, and you will get kicked out. This might also happen if you stumble around and look smashed because you're too drunk and they can't get anymore money out of you, so leave.

If the Gang Task Force, or any other Cops show up, it's time to leave. Round up your drunks and get out of there. Stop at a McDonalds on the way home for good measure.  

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Green Dog

Our beloved demon dog, Indy likes to eat things. His kill list grows exponentially, including phone chargers (2), prescription glasses (3), stuffed animals (4), couches (2), a bed...but the other day this beloved pooch got into something pretty unique. Eating cookies out of the trash isn't weird, but these cookies were special. It wasn't just the food colouring that made them green of sorts. He went to bed early that night. I'm just hoping they don't drug test him for doggy training school.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Recommended Escape

When I graduated this past April, the day after my graduation Portfolio show,

I boarded a plane for Disneyland with Greg. I had the time of my life.

Disneyland is a totally different experience when you're an adult than what it was if you went as a kid. We rode the Indiana Jones ride like 7 times, got pictures with every character we passed, and Greg filled up a whole book of smushed pennies. It was absolutely amazing. If you get the chance, go!

Thursday, September 15, 2011

"Raindrops are falling on my head.."

I love the rain, so I was a happy girl today when everyone around me was complaining. But there is one very large downside to rain I can't get over.

Dogs in rain coats.
It's just wrong.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

My own N64 hates me

Just for fun...(hahhaah) Ok, for completely selfish and competitive reasons, I played Mario Party with my sister and our boyfriends last night. I wasn't half bad at the mini games, but in the Space Land, the money stealing laser beam got me twice! For anyone who's never played it, it's basically a board game, with coins and stars as currency. I wasn't dead last, and I'm not a sore loser, but the stupid thing seemed to pick on me.

Monday, September 12, 2011


Although the movie with Jim Carey rocked my 6 year old world, I more wanted to show off the masks I made for an event I was helping out with at school. The theme was Mardi Gras.


Although I doubt anyone will google me to help with their Masquerade, for their purpose I think they're alright.

Friday, September 9, 2011

Big world for a girl with small feet

As I was walking down the trail to work, and could feel every rock I stepped on, I realized it was time to get new shoes. With birthday money in hand, I went to the mall and started asking around for black running shoes. All was fine and dandy until they asked me what size I am. "On a good day, I fit a women's 5, but sometimes they're too big" At a couple places I actually got laughed at because most only carry as small as a 6. Some of the kids shoes I looked at that would fit had Velcro. I always joke about fitting Hannah Montana light up shoes, but this whole thing was starting to turn against me. I ended up at West 49 where they carried youth sizes, and found a perfect pair. When the guy rung it up though, I got all confused when 50 dollar shoes only had 2 dollars of tax. "Oh, kids shoes don't get taxed do they?"

Thursday, September 8, 2011

BFFN - Best friends for now

When I was little, I looked up to my Grandma who still gets together with friends she had from grade school and thought that a successful friendship meant that you had to stay friends for a SUPER long time. Over the years as friends have come and gone in my life, I don't consider them failed. I think friends fill a special role in life, and they should be valued, but it's not sad when they leave. Maybe you've just grown apart, and don't have the same things in common anymore. Maybe for whatever reason you helped someone through a specific time, or they helped you and when it was over you lost touch. I've had super close friends fade in and out of my life, and I always look back fondly on the fun times we had together, but it doesn't make me sad. Maybe I beleive too much in fate, but I think it's ok to let people go sometimes, and support new people if they need you. Cheers to all the friends I've had in the past, the ones that put up with me now, and the ones I'll make later.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011


Sometimes I'll call a number for work, and I'll have to ask for a guys name when the woman answers. I always get super embarrassed when she says "no, he's not home at the mome-WHO IS THIS?" I feel guilty, like I've done something wrong, but I guess I do sound super young on the phone, that can't help. Just for kicks I should start making up stories like, "he gave me his name at the bar last week...WHO ARE YOU?"

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Bad Driver

Today when I was turning onto my street, someone trying to turn off a side street was pulled out so far I had to swerve around them. Silly distracted drivers. I shook my BLT at her in retaliation.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Marsmellow Flowers

If you cut a regular size marshmellow in half, and smush it with your thumb, you can make pedals like these! I like a mini coloured marshmellow for the centre. Brilliant idea from Janine's co-worker on her birthday cake. :)

Friday, August 26, 2011

It's a bear thing

For some unknown reason, I absolutely love Build-A-Bear. I can't walk by the store in the mall without turning into a lunatic. I got my first bear when I was 16, and I've been addicted ever since. I just love the atmosphere. I love jumping around, dancing, kissing the heart, I do all that.

It's embarrassing for whomever I'm with. I can always justify getting another one. I'm on the Build-A-Bear email list, and the coupons are fantastic. When my Grams turned 70 I took her to Build-A-Bear too, and she had more fun than me! Maybe its genetic.


Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Ikea Adventure

My sister Aleisha and I love Ikea, so we'll take any excuse to cruise over there, especially around a meal time, but she'd just changed rooms and needed some new furniture. We had a large chunk of time, and no where to be, which is the ideal situation for an Ikea trip. We sauntered around the isles, played with the measuring tape and eventually wound up at the restaurant. They actually had mashed potatoes this time so all the workers were spared, and we ate like kings for under $10. Don't knock the "Princess Cake", it looks a little plastic but it's delicious. We debated over lunch whether Aleisha should buy the large picture of Paris she wanted that had dropped in price. For some reason, it didn't occur to me until we got to the car with the picture on the cart that I drive a hatchback Chevy Metro and itmight not fit.

Who cares if both seats need to be all the way forward, it fits, success! To celebrate, we rode around on the shopping carts!

At home, as we were painstakingly assembling the furniture, we talked about how cool it would be if the furniture assembled itself. Like a pop-up card, or those easy up tents. Imagine your lamp pop out of the box when you open it. Or even better, Ikea furniture transformers style! Watch your lamp transform into an sofa! I wish they'd let me have a crack at their commercials.

Monday, July 25, 2011

Lame Thoughts

I can feel myself getting lame when lately I'll be out with my friends, dressed up with a drink in my hand and I can't stop thinking "I'd rather be home right now, getting some good quality sleep so I'm productive tomorrow." I can't help but think the "party" phase of my life might be coming to an end because it's no longer my goal to go out as many times in a weekend, and get as little sleep as possible. When I imagine hanging out with my friends, there's no loud music and I'm not holding a 26 anymore, but a cooler on a patio and it's still light out. I hope this doesn't mean I'm growing up.

Sunday, July 24, 2011


Sometimes stapling can be such a boring and mundane task that it's not even worth mentioning. Attaching two or more pages together for the sake organization, who cares? But sometimes staplers rebel, and things get ugly. Take the other day at work as an example. Someone had stuffed the stapler full of little tiny bars of staples, which most people realize will jam it. When I came along to staple some paperwork, it did just that. As a rational human being I tried to fix the jam a few times, but the situation very quickly grew nasty. I started to slam the stapler on the counter to dislodge the jam, until my coworker came up to me and took it out of my hands. Until we meet again, savage stapler!

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Cake on a Stick

Brilliant idea. Whomever works for Starbucks and came up with this logic is probably rich right now. The cake didn't even taste cooked to be honest, but it was so lovely.

The nuts and marshmallows, delicious! Melted chocolate on the outside, I can't even begin to describe it. I'm going to go looking for a recipe to duplicate this. Get on board guys, try it. You'll never go back to cake on a plate again.

Monday, July 18, 2011

Generational Courtesy

So Friday I was in a huge line at the bank practising the fine art of being patient, when the woman behind me in line starts chatting me up. She starts to tell me all kinds of things like how she's a sign person and got a check instead of automatic deposit, which threw her off when she tried to buy shoes at Aldo downtown with her debit which she tried 6 times. I would have figured it out after 2 or 3 times, but that's just me. I guess for whatever reason she wasn't expected a line at the bank on Friday, and chatting to me was making the time go by quicker. The bank has these mats with arrows to make the line curve around to the front of the kiosks, and just as I was making a corner, this chatty women cuts the corner to stand in front of me in line. Let it be known that I haven't used the word "budged" since middle school, but she did just that. I moved to stand beside her in line so we were equal, and decided I was going to give her the benefit of the doubt until an open teller called "NEXT" to see what she'd do. Well then she has the audacity to start lecturing me about my generation and how rude we are. "Never see kids give up their seats for the elderly anymore" she says. I told her I do. But she ironically she goes on and on about the lack of respect, just as a teller opens up. Before they can even finish the one syllable word, she tromps over there and starts complain to the clerk about the long line. I turn to the guy about my age standing behind me in line, which judging from the smile on his face, has watched the whole thing play out. I smile a little back at him, and then patiently wait my turn.

Monday, July 11, 2011

10k Run in My Undies

When Aleisha signed us up for the Vancouver Underwear Affair, she opted out of the 5k walk option saying we'll be plenty fit by July. Despite having trained, I wouldn't have described myself as "plenty fit", especially when I hit the 1km mark and uttered obscenities. Aleisha kept running straight until the 2km mark, and had I not mentally blocked myself I might have too. The energy was amazing though, people lined the route to cheer us on, and only a few of them looked to be there for the wrong reasons. I pushed myself hard. The 6km was the longest of my life, most likely because I missed the 7th and 8th km marks, but man was I happy when I hit the 9th! I finished the run in 1h24 minutes and even signed myself up for next year.The after party was crazy, but it's the positive experience and good energy that will stick with me. Aleisha's already talking about crazy names and outfits for next year, so drop me a line if you're down.

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Very Useless

Editing for conciseness is one of things I loved doing in Print Futures. I love the idea of still saying the same thing, but in less words. In editing my own work this way, I realized quickly I had two nasty darlings; "very" and "really". I would like to think it's because I have so much enthusiasm for life that I was trying to emphasize everything, but when every couple sentences is sporting one of those, it gets annoying quickly. The funny thing is, when I started taking them out, my writing felt stronger. The first thing I do when anyone asks me to "look something over" is take out those two words. I'm really very sorry, but no ones ever missed them.

Friday, July 1, 2011

Family Change

The Beat radio station was talking about the Bad Parent club the other day, and the membership fee was a story of how you'd goofed up and the theme seemed to be pool related stories. It reminded me of a time my dad took my sister and I to the pool when I was kid. When we got to the change room doors, he stopped and cocked his head at the "Family Change" room. Thinking, "I'm a new age kinda guy" he grabbed our hands and in we went. Like both the women and men change rooms, we were greeted by rows of lockers where we all started to change into our bathing suits. Two teenage girls came in shortly after us and gawked, which was off putting for dad, even as a new age man. We whispered about how weird the whole thing was, and how next time we'd just go to the regular ones. On the way to the pool we pasted the large rooms you were actually supposed to change in, as a family.

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Mars buys 2 in 1

Of the multitude of differences between men and women, I think one of the more amusing is how we buy hair products. Women you see, buy shampoo and conditioner because they serve two completely difference functions, both of which are equally important. Men on the other hand pick up two-in-one shampoo/conditioner and think "what a great idea!" Then they wonder why women would ever buy two products when one does the same thing?