Tuesday, May 27, 2008
A princess for a profession
Today as I allowed my kids to watch "The Little Mermaid" for the umteenth time because I was desperate to actually accomplish something for the day, I was thinking about our experience at Disneyland and how my kids just looked at the princesses in awe. How cool would it be to get paid to be a princess?? Of course there are the worries of am I pretty enough? Is my boss going to notice if I've gained wait etc. But all of that aside, could you imagine spending the day dressed up as a princess while 3 to 7 year-olds wait in line for over an hour and a half to just come and say hello. And of course, they are just in awe over the fact that they really are talking with Cinderella.....if only I could really capture the expression on their faces. We could have spent $66 just to capture that moment, go home.....and it would be worth it. So not only would these kids be enamored by you but you have "guards" at your side ....well men in tights that couldn't land the light saber instructor job but still. You just get to sit there all day and pretty much make the day of each of these kids that comes through. In fact, it is a moment that they will remember for the rest of their lives. So which princess would you choose to be?
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Adventures in Disneyland
Time it took to enter the gates of Disneyland after exiting the 5 freeway: 90 minutes
Waiting time for the Dumbo ride: 30 minutes
Time it took to weave through the 1 1/2 foot wide isles to ride our sailing ship in Peter Pan: 40 minutes
Number of parents threatening their children to behave: 67
Number of strollers parked at various rides in Fantasyland: 837
Number of meltdowns I personally quelled: 9
Minutes spent waiting for Buzz Lightyear to emerge: 36
Minutes spent in line to say hello to Arial: 22
Most priceless moments:
Watching Amy talk with Ariel
Listening to Jamison explain to me why Buzz was late coming out. "Mom, he is saving people right now! Be patient."
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
It's been a day
Do you ever stop and think in the middle of your day...."today is the day I wish my husband was stay at home dad and I was the working mom?" Well....today, I thought that....until I heard about my husbands day.
My day
1. Woke up....
2. Both kids conspired against me in the middle of the night to make sure they both were in their rarest form.
3. Went crazy
4. Attempted to clean little girl dress up lipstick off 4 walls of my daughter's bedroom. She said, "does this make you happy mommy?"
5. Listened to every possible version of whining available to a 2 and 4 year old.
6. Make yummy dinner....kids say it's not so yummy
7. Do dishes
His day
1. Woke up
2. Drove to Anaheim in a moving truck to take supplies to construction site took 4 hours
3. Pulled over due to a blown hose.
4. Wait for grease monkey to fix engine
5. Pulled over by a cop....got a ticket for not stopping at weigh station
6. Arrive at site to meet stressed and impatient co-workers
7. Compile endless lists of what needs to be done before grand opening
Our day
8. Tucked smiling kids into bed
9. He goes to play basketball to work off stress of the day
10. I blog to work off stress of the day
And tonight we sleep to start the day all over again tomorrow:)
My day
1. Woke up....
2. Both kids conspired against me in the middle of the night to make sure they both were in their rarest form.
3. Went crazy
4. Attempted to clean little girl dress up lipstick off 4 walls of my daughter's bedroom. She said, "does this make you happy mommy?"
5. Listened to every possible version of whining available to a 2 and 4 year old.
6. Make yummy dinner....kids say it's not so yummy
7. Do dishes
His day
1. Woke up
2. Drove to Anaheim in a moving truck to take supplies to construction site took 4 hours
3. Pulled over due to a blown hose.
4. Wait for grease monkey to fix engine
5. Pulled over by a cop....got a ticket for not stopping at weigh station
6. Arrive at site to meet stressed and impatient co-workers
7. Compile endless lists of what needs to be done before grand opening
Our day
8. Tucked smiling kids into bed
9. He goes to play basketball to work off stress of the day
10. I blog to work off stress of the day
And tonight we sleep to start the day all over again tomorrow:)
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Doesn't everyone have a debit card?
The other day while shopping at Costco to pick up the basics such as eggs, milk, bread, rotisserie chicken, flip flops, unnecessary bath towels, a kayak, car squeegees and a new set of bowls that have lids which I don't need but they nest AND have lids, I then chose a checkout line. There in lies the problem, I....chose the checkout line. It was of course the shortest which therefore with any logical deduction of reasoning meant it would take the least amount of time to get through. Now, having been an expert my entire life in the department of choosing the shortest lines which take the most amount of time to get through, you'd think I would venture off into another venue of reasoning...but no, I haven't evolved that way. I STILL choose the shortest line that takes the longest.
Unless you arrive at Costco when it first opens it's floodgates signaling, "you may now fill your cart with everything you didn't come for and leave without spending less then $300," and of course doing this all in five minutes so you're the first one to say good morning to Robert the cashier, you are always destined to wait in a long checkout line.
Now, having laid the foundation, I chose the shortest line of 3 people who each had an average of 4 items. Even though other lines are always longer and I am always confident that I will be out of their before the last person in the neighboring line, I still keep track of who leaves first. Disappointingly enough, I leave frustrated and recommitted to choose a better line next time. Would you believe me if I said that each of those three people in front of me attempted to purchase an item that caused Robert the cashier to call for Cindy the floor manager to come over and resolve the mystery of the unidentifiable skew? Yes, this happened.
The last person in front of me however had overcome the manipulative selling tactics of Costco and really did only have eggs, bread, chips and salsa in his cart. Finally! Having painfully watched three people in the next lane leave before me even though they got in line well after I did, I was glad to finally greet Robert the cashier. So I thought.
The items were scanned, the total announced and a CHECKBOOK brought forth. A checkbook people! Ok ok....so he has a checkbook, but do you know how long it takes an old man to write a check? And then to carefully tear it from its lousy perforated binding??? FOREVER (said in slow motion.)
I tried to go over in my mind why this nice gentleman was convinced the checkbook was still an accepted form of payment....many reasons came forth...the main one being, technology is not really a thing for older people....and maybe he likes "balancing his checkbook." Regardless of my attempt to think kind thoughts about this person ahead of me writing a check I still came to the conclusion that he should NOT be.
Now, one thing that factors into the equation is that I was late in picking my son up from school. However regardless I still think I would have been irritated. So can we all please just get along and use our debit cards or credit cards when others are waiting in line behind you?
Unless you arrive at Costco when it first opens it's floodgates signaling, "you may now fill your cart with everything you didn't come for and leave without spending less then $300," and of course doing this all in five minutes so you're the first one to say good morning to Robert the cashier, you are always destined to wait in a long checkout line.
Now, having laid the foundation, I chose the shortest line of 3 people who each had an average of 4 items. Even though other lines are always longer and I am always confident that I will be out of their before the last person in the neighboring line, I still keep track of who leaves first. Disappointingly enough, I leave frustrated and recommitted to choose a better line next time. Would you believe me if I said that each of those three people in front of me attempted to purchase an item that caused Robert the cashier to call for Cindy the floor manager to come over and resolve the mystery of the unidentifiable skew? Yes, this happened.
The last person in front of me however had overcome the manipulative selling tactics of Costco and really did only have eggs, bread, chips and salsa in his cart. Finally! Having painfully watched three people in the next lane leave before me even though they got in line well after I did, I was glad to finally greet Robert the cashier. So I thought.
The items were scanned, the total announced and a CHECKBOOK brought forth. A checkbook people! Ok ok....so he has a checkbook, but do you know how long it takes an old man to write a check? And then to carefully tear it from its lousy perforated binding??? FOREVER (said in slow motion.)
I tried to go over in my mind why this nice gentleman was convinced the checkbook was still an accepted form of payment....many reasons came forth...the main one being, technology is not really a thing for older people....and maybe he likes "balancing his checkbook." Regardless of my attempt to think kind thoughts about this person ahead of me writing a check I still came to the conclusion that he should NOT be.
Now, one thing that factors into the equation is that I was late in picking my son up from school. However regardless I still think I would have been irritated. So can we all please just get along and use our debit cards or credit cards when others are waiting in line behind you?
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