Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Ode to Spanx

I'm linking up to Jenny Matlock's Alphabe-Thursday. We're on the letter "S" this week! S is for Spanx.

I rejoice in you, Spanx, for you make my belly look flat--um, flatter--after I indulge in that fun-size bag of M&M's. You allow me to wear that gown with pride after I ate the leftovers of my daughter's pizza. You excuse me for my dietary transgressions, of which there are many.


Where would we be without Spanx? We'd be back on that no-carb diet, watching sadly as our husbands dive into their bagel. Or pizza. Or even beer.

We'd be in the gym, exercising 2 hours a day to recapture our lost youth. Our only goal would be to squeeze into that dress we love from 10 years ago.

We'd be yelling at our husband and kids over the little transgressions. We'd be fighting the urge to eat the after-dinner scraps that our kids left on the plate.

We'd be on the floor in the corner, crying away over little frustrations. We couldn't even indulge in a glass of wine to take the edge off on the really hard days. Do you know how much sugar is in a glass of wine? Well, actually, I don't really know, but I'm guessing it's a lot!

Where would we be without Spanx?

I'm guessing I'd be serving between 7-10.

I'm not talking about a dinner party, people!

Thank heavens for Spanx!

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Retail on the Internet

I'm linking up to Jenny Matlock's Alphabe-Thursday. We're on the letter R--quickly wrapping up the internet. R is for retail on the internet.

Unless you've been living under a rock for the last 10 years or so, you probably know that the internet has revolutionized the retail industry. Many of us now do not bother going to the mall or even to the market to go shopping. With a click of a mouse, just about anything our heart desires can be delivered within a matter of days. Actually, some items can actually be delivered on the same day!

I work for a company that sells software licenses that enable people or companies to sell their products on the internet. Our software range from from serving the needs of pretty big retailers to the average person that wants to open an ecommerce store.

I tend to do a lot of data analysis at my job and don't even get up from my desk very often. I know very little about what my company makes and how it's used. Because of this, my boss suggested that I open up my own ecommerce store to learn our software and what it's capabilities are.

So, after a month of trying to figure out what to sell, then figure out how to set up an ecommerce store, I now am a jewelry retailer. How wild is that?

Check out my store, Girls Gotta Have Bling. The jewelry is geared to teenage girls and young adults.

What internet stores do you like? List your favorites--I'll love to check them out!

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Q Is not for Quirky! That's a Change.

It's Q week at Jenny Matlock's Alphabe-Thursday. For the last 4 times I've done the letter Q, I have ALWAYS write about something quirky. Because that's what my blog is all about! That's the way I roll, people!

Well, not this time. This week Q is not for quirky. It's for questions.

When you're the parent of a smart, inquisitive 8-year old, you're bound to get some tough questions to answer from time to time. For the most part, I haven't had much to deal with. But the other day, my daughter asked me a provocative question: How did people originally come to be?

Now, I know everyone out there has their own beliefs on this topic. This post isn't to debate or educate. It's simply to share a cool conversation I had with my daughter (okay, gush might be the more appropriate term).

To answer my daughter, I decided to share the different theories rather than push my own beliefs on her. First, I told her the story of Adam and Eve. She gave me a confused look and asked, "But how did they come to be? They just couldn't have appeared from nothing!" I repeated that the theory is that God created them. My daughter stared at me for a minute, then replied, "I don't buy it."

So, I moved on to the theory of evolution. After hearing it, she replied, "Now that makes sense to me!"

Is it any wonder she plans to be a scientist when she grows up?

Okay, I guess quirky applied to this post as well!

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Beyond Precocious

Jenny Matlock's Alphabe-Thursday is already on the letter P this week! I can't believe how fast we're zipping through the alphabet. This week, P is for precocious. According to the dictionary, precocious means having developed certain abilities or proclivities at an earlier age than usual. I think that word sums of up my daughter perfectly (ahhh--another P word that applies).

My 8-year-old daughter has always been precocious in certain areas. A lot of the entertainment on this blog comes from sharing some of these stories. Here is another one that occurred over the weekend.

After seeing the movie Chicken Run, my daughter has been grappling with the fact that the chicken she loves to eat comes from...well, chickens! This really bothered her. One day last week, she told me that she was giving up eating chicken because she felt bad for the animals and didn't want to keep them in her diet.

I told her that while I respected how she feels, I feel that the protein she derives from eating chickens is really important to her growing body. I told her that I'd like her to continue eating chicken and meat until at least she stopped growing--around the time she's in high school. After that, then she can make the dietary decisions she'd like to make.

I also told her that I only buy organic, free range chicken, because it's important to me that the animals are treated as well as possible while they're alive. This helped her feel better, and she agreed to keep chicken in her diet until she was done growing.

As part of our anniversary celebration, we went out to dinner at a nearby Italian restaurant over the weekend. My daughter perused the menu choices for kids, then while ordering, asked the waitress if the chicken fingers come from free range chickens. The waitress looked at my eight-year old, thoroughly confused. At first, the waitress wasn't sure what she meant, then she told her she had no clue and would check with the chef. The waitress checked, then sadly reported that the chickens were not free range.

My daughter then ordered the pasta.