Wednesday, July 06, 2005
More meta-bloggin'
In case you notice some strange things happening around here, Crunchy Christian Mom's in a little anniversary transition. After blogging for an entire year, I've finally decided to learn something about the genre, and even take part in some popular blog rituals. Blogrolling, for instance. Didn't even know what it was until last week. Note, you might see yourself listed in the right column where you weren't before. (That means you need to comment if you've been lurking and want to be added!) Hope this works...
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
Money spent. Money saved.
Well, we're back from the mall. Our plan was to get lunch and get the boys hair cuts. Instead we brought home two new XBox games, a new XBox controller, a new baseball cap off the sale rack for Boy #2 and an over-priced cover for my cell phone that I really didn't need -- but no new hair cuts. Considering how much teriyaki chicken the boys ate for lunch, their hair is probably longer than it was when we left.
Some of the trouble is that we headed out already hungry, and the food court happens to be at the opposite end of the mall from the hair salon. We finally made it all the way to the salon, after stopping at Dairy Queen, two children's clothing stores, one game store, the hermit crab kiosk, the cell phone kiosk, and the kiddie rides.
We take the boys to this particular salon pretty much because of the kiddie rides outside of it. Boy #1 likes the rocket, #2 likes the fire engine. And then there's the carousel inside the salon that makes the wait easier. Unless the manager of the salon decides that even though there's only one person ahead of us, we'll have to wait another 30 minutes while three people who come in after us get served.
Maybe it's because the haircuts are so cheap, but the stylists in this place always look miserable. Also, about half them don't like children, and practically tantrum when they find out we actually want to USE the cute little Jeep they have set up in front of a mirror, presumably for children to sit in during their hair cut. Apparently management doesn't check with the employees about their kid-friendly ideas.
After a while, Scott decided he'd had enough. Just when we knew it HAD to finally be our turn, someone else got called first, and the manager told us it would be another 15 minutes. So, we told the boys it was taking too long and we could just cut their hair at home. Although it was his idea to go to the mall, Boy #2 has always preferred the home method anyhow. And Boy #1 was anxious to play his new XBox games.
So their hair is still shaggy and in their eyes. But at least they have hats to wear. Next time I'll make an appointment with my own stylist, even if she is three times as expensive. Sales make hats cheap, and cell phones are overpriced, but when it comes to hair stylists, you get what you pay for.
Some of the trouble is that we headed out already hungry, and the food court happens to be at the opposite end of the mall from the hair salon. We finally made it all the way to the salon, after stopping at Dairy Queen, two children's clothing stores, one game store, the hermit crab kiosk, the cell phone kiosk, and the kiddie rides.
We take the boys to this particular salon pretty much because of the kiddie rides outside of it. Boy #1 likes the rocket, #2 likes the fire engine. And then there's the carousel inside the salon that makes the wait easier. Unless the manager of the salon decides that even though there's only one person ahead of us, we'll have to wait another 30 minutes while three people who come in after us get served.
Maybe it's because the haircuts are so cheap, but the stylists in this place always look miserable. Also, about half them don't like children, and practically tantrum when they find out we actually want to USE the cute little Jeep they have set up in front of a mirror, presumably for children to sit in during their hair cut. Apparently management doesn't check with the employees about their kid-friendly ideas.
After a while, Scott decided he'd had enough. Just when we knew it HAD to finally be our turn, someone else got called first, and the manager told us it would be another 15 minutes. So, we told the boys it was taking too long and we could just cut their hair at home. Although it was his idea to go to the mall, Boy #2 has always preferred the home method anyhow. And Boy #1 was anxious to play his new XBox games.
So their hair is still shaggy and in their eyes. But at least they have hats to wear. Next time I'll make an appointment with my own stylist, even if she is three times as expensive. Sales make hats cheap, and cell phones are overpriced, but when it comes to hair stylists, you get what you pay for.
Meta-blogging
I need to be folding the laundry that's developing permanent creases from sitting in the dryer. I need to be paying attention to my kids, one of whom is chasing down the other with the kitchen mop.
Instead, I'm obssessing about the details of the new design for this blog. Tomorrow is its First Anniversary, after all. It's also my friend Carla's birthday. (Caaaarlaaa, where aaare you? We need to make plans to celebrate!)
If the image of me that Laura designs is a little more rural and romantic than I really am, will those of you know me in real life think I'm a fraud? I realize this train of thought is going to land this entry in the category Scott titled "Out of Her Tree."
Speaking of, I'm also obsessing about category titles. It's a strange thing, having to categorize one's blog entries. What DO I write about, anyway? If anyone knows, please tell.
In other news, we're going to the mall today to get the boys' hair cut. It's been months, so wish us luck. It was Boy #2's idea. (I really have to find something else to call him.)
Instead, I'm obssessing about the details of the new design for this blog. Tomorrow is its First Anniversary, after all. It's also my friend Carla's birthday. (Caaaarlaaa, where aaare you? We need to make plans to celebrate!)
If the image of me that Laura designs is a little more rural and romantic than I really am, will those of you know me in real life think I'm a fraud? I realize this train of thought is going to land this entry in the category Scott titled "Out of Her Tree."
Speaking of, I'm also obsessing about category titles. It's a strange thing, having to categorize one's blog entries. What DO I write about, anyway? If anyone knows, please tell.
In other news, we're going to the mall today to get the boys' hair cut. It's been months, so wish us luck. It was Boy #2's idea. (I really have to find something else to call him.)
Monday, July 04, 2005
Okay, maybe I lied.
You know that little comment about how I don't read other blogs? Well, I take officially take it back. And now that I've confessed, I'll stop reading and go to bed.
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