I recently started collecting photographs of my more memorable secondhand finds. Here's a link to the album. Oh so lazy.
Neat Secondhand Finds
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Chuck E. Cheese Can Suck My ...
After attending a birthday party at a local Chuck E. Cheese, I decided to send an email to the corporate offices. Being a woman of my word, I am sharing this with the general public. I do want to thank my cousins for providing much entertainment, but let's face it, when you have my cousins you always have a good time regardless. Also a shot out to the hubby who braved the idiocy and took the kids into what I viewed to be a special corner of hell. As promised, here is my email to Chuck E. Cheese, and the world at large.
My cousin held her daughter's 7th birthday yesterday afternoon at the Tinley Park location. My 3 children, husband and myself all attended. Let me walk you through our experience.
The parking lot had no available parking, not one space. We had to park in a parking lot for an adjacent business and walk to your establishment. We then had to STAND OUTSIDE just to get to the doors as there was a line of nearly 50 people waiting to get in. Stand outside with our 2 year old son, 4 year old daughter, and 10 year old daughter. During our wait outside just to get to the doors, I played a counting game. The magic number was 4. 4 was the number of infants in baby carriers or a parents' arms, standing outside, in the January weather.
Once we were lucky enough to enter the establishment your "greeters" did little more than scream at the people standing in line. We waited nearly 15 minutes just to get to the greeter, who was incredibly inept and rude. The hand stamping boy grabbed my 4 year old daughter's arm and snatched her toward him. She said "ow that hurt" to which he said ... absolutely nothing.
Breaking away from the Gestapo-like greeters we were directed to the party area which consisted of 6 or 7 rows of long tables crammed in an area which was much better suited for no more than 4 tables. In the 2:30 to 4:30 time slot this location had 10 birthday parties running consecutively. There was barely room to breathe, or move, let alone enjoy yourself.
I won't touch on the food as, let's face it, it's Chuck E. Cheese every human on the planet who is unfortunate enough to dine there knows the sordid quality of your food. I will say that your business resembles that of the infamous Union Stockyards in Chicago, and on an extreme level, the human herding and industrialization you have created could be compared to a Nazi concentration camp with an engorged stuffed rat running the show.
I ask you not to respond with a coupon for your tokens, your tickets, or any of your fare. I want nothing from you. I simply want to reassure that I am an extraordinarily talented free-lance writer and you are not the only people who will receive this message. I highly recommend you alter your business practices, or perhaps exterminate them altogether. You are an example of capitalism at its very worst and I think a fitting idea would be for you to attend a Saturday afternoon at any of your locations. Or are you smart enough to know to go elsewhere? Good day.
My cousin held her daughter's 7th birthday yesterday afternoon at the Tinley Park location. My 3 children, husband and myself all attended. Let me walk you through our experience.
The parking lot had no available parking, not one space. We had to park in a parking lot for an adjacent business and walk to your establishment. We then had to STAND OUTSIDE just to get to the doors as there was a line of nearly 50 people waiting to get in. Stand outside with our 2 year old son, 4 year old daughter, and 10 year old daughter. During our wait outside just to get to the doors, I played a counting game. The magic number was 4. 4 was the number of infants in baby carriers or a parents' arms, standing outside, in the January weather.
Once we were lucky enough to enter the establishment your "greeters" did little more than scream at the people standing in line. We waited nearly 15 minutes just to get to the greeter, who was incredibly inept and rude. The hand stamping boy grabbed my 4 year old daughter's arm and snatched her toward him. She said "ow that hurt" to which he said ... absolutely nothing.
Breaking away from the Gestapo-like greeters we were directed to the party area which consisted of 6 or 7 rows of long tables crammed in an area which was much better suited for no more than 4 tables. In the 2:30 to 4:30 time slot this location had 10 birthday parties running consecutively. There was barely room to breathe, or move, let alone enjoy yourself.
I won't touch on the food as, let's face it, it's Chuck E. Cheese every human on the planet who is unfortunate enough to dine there knows the sordid quality of your food. I will say that your business resembles that of the infamous Union Stockyards in Chicago, and on an extreme level, the human herding and industrialization you have created could be compared to a Nazi concentration camp with an engorged stuffed rat running the show.
I ask you not to respond with a coupon for your tokens, your tickets, or any of your fare. I want nothing from you. I simply want to reassure that I am an extraordinarily talented free-lance writer and you are not the only people who will receive this message. I highly recommend you alter your business practices, or perhaps exterminate them altogether. You are an example of capitalism at its very worst and I think a fitting idea would be for you to attend a Saturday afternoon at any of your locations. Or are you smart enough to know to go elsewhere? Good day.
Friday, January 20, 2012
It's A Slow Morning, Let's Play With Google.
Google search..."Wendy is"
Wendy is a New York City- based line of women's and men's clothing and accessories.
Wendy is a given name generally given to females in English-speaking countries.
Wendy is now a Level 4 Zombie fighting machine! (my favorite)
Wendy is prepared.
Wendy is Back via FM9116. (wait, I think this is my favorite)
Wendy is the most outspoken of the 4th grade girls. (wait, I think this is my favorite)
Wendy is wearing a leopard print jersey zip front dress with blouson sleeves.
Wendy is the daughter of Captain hook. (wait, no, THIS is my favorite)
Wendy is part of the Wendy's legacy.
Wendy is so great that I would strongly recommend her as a therapist to my closest friends and family.
How'd you do that???
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| Crafty model extraordinaire. |
Anyway...this is our latest project.
"Shoeprints"
You'll need the following
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| Paper... of the bright colored breed. |
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Paint |
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| paper towels |
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| Tape. |
The nitty gritty.
Gather all your supplies and find a nice area on which you can spread out (we used the dining room table with two leaves). Clean the soles of the chosen shoes. While they dry, get your paint in a relatively thin layer on a large plate, mix with a little water to thin out the paint just a bit.
Once the shoes are dry, paint the soles and stamp them on a sheet of your chosen paper. (It's a good idea to test this on a separate sheet of paper before committing.) Choose any pattern you want and simply repeat the stamping process until you are satisfied.
We removed everything from our frames and tossed it in the recycle bin (so relax). Once our paintings were dry we flipped the frame and taped the finished pieces to the frames. Done!
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| Shoes |
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| Old, unused frames |
Here is our finished product, complete with a mischievous boy!
I hope you try this, and have fun doing it. It's a great way to "immortalize" baby shoes that cost too much and don't last as long.
By the way, we made four and plan on hanging two high up on the wall and two on the ceiling. =]
<3 DidSheReallySayThat
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
I hate little dogs. An exploration of dog adoption.
No, really I do. I hate little dogs. Yippy, snippy and all the other irritating and irrational "ippy" words you can contrive. That being said, let's progress.
I love Labradors, Neopolitan Mastiffs, Boxers, Begales, Basset Hounds, Bluetick Coonhounds, English Bulldogs, Weimeraners, and a couple other breeds as well.
Clarification is complete.
Having three (insert a plethora of awesome adjectives here) kids, we want them to have a dog. The idyllic family dog who can prance, romp, tumble, and snuggle with us and we with it. The idea of purchasing a dog from a pet store is not an option, we don't support puppy mills. Adoption. Let's do it!
So, off to Petfinder we go to explore the adoptable dogs in our area. There just so happens to be a hound rescue group in our area, in addition to the hundereds of other rescue groups/Humane Societies in our area. Finding a dog in this area isn't a difficult thing to do. We absolutely found dogs that tickled our fancy and piled in the Slave III and headed out to pet stores for adoption events to continue our search.
[[[At this point I should mention that the Calumet Area Humane Society had a used book/cd/cassette/dvd/vhs sale, so the reliable Slave III naturally pointed us in that direction. I walked away with a paper bag full of stuff, but want to make mention of these fantastic finds. They do have a ladies night out event coming soon, check their website for details!]]]
*smack* FOCUS WOMAN!!
As much as I love the Humane Society, all the dogs are penned up and agitated, nervous, and bored. When you mix those emotions into a canine concoction, you get a lot of pacing, barking and jumping and it's difficult not to equate that to aggression, especially for kids. That being said, nothing really sparked our interest apart from a massive bulldog with minor health issues. We progressed to the PetSmart in Highland and there was a group holding an adoption event there, however it was only cats...we have a cat...we want a dog. An employee told us that there would be a group with dogs the next day. So...yeah...we went home.
The next day we piled back in the Slave III and returned to PetSmart. And what did we find? A group right by the entrance holding an adoption event for their dog rescue. Their very small dogs dog rescue. Needless to say, the girls went crazy for these "almost dogs" and my husband loves any dog so they immediately darted toward the dogs amid a cacophony of "auh" and "OMG SO CUTE!!!" My son and I headed to the cat grooming supplies amid a cacophony of "meh" and "there's always next weekend."
A few moments later while browsing waterless shampoo for cats (kitty is neurotic about water) I hear my daughters giggling and whispering with my husband at the end of the aisle. At first glance I thought they had a small cat, or toy attached to a leash. Upon further examination I realized it was one of the rescue group's "almost dogs."
"What is that thing?"
"It's a dog."
"Who told you that?"
Que the sob story. "Mommy her collar was embedded in her neck. Her ear was slammed in a door! Another dog chewed on her tail and it had to be docked. And and and and when they were neutering her they found a bb in her chest."
-.-
I hate little dogs.
"Here babe, hold her leash I want to go see something...over there."
"No, take her...I mean it...with you!"
"No no, she can't come over here."
-.-
I hate little dogs.
But she's staring at me.
*grumble grumble*
"Oh my, look at your fur."
She has that weird tiger stripe looking coat. On a dachshund...it's weird.
"Oh my, look at your poor little ear."
I bend down to look at her gnarled ear...
She jumps in my lap and licks my cheek.
-.-
=]
"Well hi sweetie."
*scratch* *pet*
She jumps down and lays on her back so I can rub her belly. I oblige.
She looks at my son, who is bent over the cart barking at her to get her attention, and starts spinning in circles. So I pick her up and he pokes her right in the eye. She licks his hand and he hugs her face. He calls her "puppy."
Hubby returns with our daughters to this scene.
I hate little dogs.
Daisy May is not a little dog...
that's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Oh, just to clarify, our adoption application is pending. =]
I love Labradors, Neopolitan Mastiffs, Boxers, Begales, Basset Hounds, Bluetick Coonhounds, English Bulldogs, Weimeraners, and a couple other breeds as well.
Clarification is complete.
Having three (insert a plethora of awesome adjectives here) kids, we want them to have a dog. The idyllic family dog who can prance, romp, tumble, and snuggle with us and we with it. The idea of purchasing a dog from a pet store is not an option, we don't support puppy mills. Adoption. Let's do it!
So, off to Petfinder we go to explore the adoptable dogs in our area. There just so happens to be a hound rescue group in our area, in addition to the hundereds of other rescue groups/Humane Societies in our area. Finding a dog in this area isn't a difficult thing to do. We absolutely found dogs that tickled our fancy and piled in the Slave III and headed out to pet stores for adoption events to continue our search.
[[[At this point I should mention that the Calumet Area Humane Society had a used book/cd/cassette/dvd/vhs sale, so the reliable Slave III naturally pointed us in that direction. I walked away with a paper bag full of stuff, but want to make mention of these fantastic finds. They do have a ladies night out event coming soon, check their website for details!]]]
*smack* FOCUS WOMAN!!
As much as I love the Humane Society, all the dogs are penned up and agitated, nervous, and bored. When you mix those emotions into a canine concoction, you get a lot of pacing, barking and jumping and it's difficult not to equate that to aggression, especially for kids. That being said, nothing really sparked our interest apart from a massive bulldog with minor health issues. We progressed to the PetSmart in Highland and there was a group holding an adoption event there, however it was only cats...we have a cat...we want a dog. An employee told us that there would be a group with dogs the next day. So...yeah...we went home.
The next day we piled back in the Slave III and returned to PetSmart. And what did we find? A group right by the entrance holding an adoption event for their dog rescue. Their very small dogs dog rescue. Needless to say, the girls went crazy for these "almost dogs" and my husband loves any dog so they immediately darted toward the dogs amid a cacophony of "auh" and "OMG SO CUTE!!!" My son and I headed to the cat grooming supplies amid a cacophony of "meh" and "there's always next weekend."
A few moments later while browsing waterless shampoo for cats (kitty is neurotic about water) I hear my daughters giggling and whispering with my husband at the end of the aisle. At first glance I thought they had a small cat, or toy attached to a leash. Upon further examination I realized it was one of the rescue group's "almost dogs."
"What is that thing?"
"It's a dog."
"Who told you that?"
Que the sob story. "Mommy her collar was embedded in her neck. Her ear was slammed in a door! Another dog chewed on her tail and it had to be docked. And and and and when they were neutering her they found a bb in her chest."
-.-
I hate little dogs.
"Here babe, hold her leash I want to go see something...over there."
"No, take her...I mean it...with you!"
"No no, she can't come over here."
-.-
I hate little dogs.
But she's staring at me.
*grumble grumble*
"Oh my, look at your fur."
She has that weird tiger stripe looking coat. On a dachshund...it's weird.
"Oh my, look at your poor little ear."
I bend down to look at her gnarled ear...
She jumps in my lap and licks my cheek.
-.-
=]
"Well hi sweetie."
*scratch* *pet*
She jumps down and lays on her back so I can rub her belly. I oblige.
She looks at my son, who is bent over the cart barking at her to get her attention, and starts spinning in circles. So I pick her up and he pokes her right in the eye. She licks his hand and he hugs her face. He calls her "puppy."
Hubby returns with our daughters to this scene.
I Hate Little Dogs
a screenplay by "DidSheReallySayThat"
INT BRIGHTLY LIT PETSMART STORE (CAT GROOMING/SUPPLIES AISLE)
HUBBY enters from far side with DAUGHTER1 AND DAUGHTER2.
DIDSHEREALLYSAYTHAT stands in the middle of the aisle with LITTLE DOG and SON.
HUBBY stands still with DAUGHTER1 and DAUGHTER2 watching DIDSHEREALLYSAYTHAT
DIDSHEREALLYSAYTHAT is nuzzling the nose of LITTLE DOG and SON carrying LITTLE DOG like a football in her left arm.
DIDSHEREALLYSAYTHAT [muted squeal]
Whossapuppy. You are! Are you so pretty? Yes you are. Whosaprettyprettyprettypuppybabygirl? You are! Wookit the wittle baby girl with the pretty face.
SON waves at HUBBY
Hi daddy!
DIDSHEREALLYSAYTHAT puts LITTLE DOG back on the floor and composes herself.
DIDSHEREALLYSAYTHAT
Well, are we ready to go then?
Scene.
Daisy May is not a little dog...
that's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Oh, just to clarify, our adoption application is pending. =]
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