Just in case you doubted my generosity this upcoming gift giving season…here’s your proof. It’s in one of these container. So pretend I’m Oprah for a minute and here it goes….”You get a box. Yoooo get a boooox!…You get aaaaaaaa boxxxxx!!!” Oh joy. Let’s all jump in jubilation on our extra buttery leather couch because ….the season of “Extreme Shopping” is right around the corner.
Yes folks, tis’ the season of ‘contact sports.’ This is my RBI STATS last year. I was in the market for a Wii. I started my game already late in the season. Beginning of November, I had a list of bases (stores ranging from EB Games to Circuit City) within 13 miles radius then first thing a.m. i’d make a few phone calls, “Hey do you have any Wii?” Often I didn’t have any hits and it went on like this for days even weeks. I was getting dissapointed that my children were never going to have this coveted holy grail of game console and that they would have to be scarred for life. So I worked harder, I even contacted family members in California (could you say desperate) and talked to my friends Kathy and Marky-Marc and the funky bunch, that if you see any Wii will you buy it for me and i’ll pay you back? Oh yeah we are still friends even after that intrusive crazy idea. But finally, I scored. I called a certain store and they happen to have two left. I ran over pot holes and concrete divider (i happen to be in an armor clad SUV that day) parked on the fire truck zone–kicked open the door and announce myself to the cashier with a crazed look and i say screaming “This is Sparta!” they had no choice but to give me the Wii at that point. I was rabbid that day. I’m sure they would’ve given me the other one if I asked for it. Good luck to all the hockey moms and soccer moms. Let’s keep the injuires to a minimum.
November 10, 2008
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Since Halloween is coming soon, like about a week, I decided to post scary short story (ies) of my own.
They were inseparable since the day Carrie nervously stepped on the school bus as the ‘new girl’. Back home she wouldn’t have had a kind of best friend like Brittany. Carrie was ordinary and Brittany was everything Carrie wanted to be. Everyone liked Brittany. A girl could only feel so privileged to even breathe the same air with her. Brittany was beautiful with long golden hair and Carrie’s spectacle on her facial frame gives her a constant complex of her looks. Nonetheless, Carrie was just as pretty if one cares to look long enough. So both girls sat together each day and bantered as if that day is a new day. When they weren’t together, they constantly kept in touch with each other. They had matching phones for they were equal. No shade less. Each phone encased in rose pink and accessorized with half of charm hearts thus side by side the halves complimented each like a puzzle. Their phone was their way to communicate each trivial part of the day. Who’s going out with who, their like and dislike, boys, and more rambling about schoolwork and not so distant plans. Not a trivial information is miss.
One evening, as the crisps fall air was starting to set in and the crimson glow of the moon oddly shone behind the thick gray clouds, they made a promise that they we’re always going to stay in touch and be best friends forever. Carrie walked home and Brittany waved from the bus. The evening was unusually bright as Carrie walk home preoccupied by the coming school dance. She had never been to a dance before and she looked forward to going with Brittany and meeting the rest of her newfound friends. Carrie was so elated she didn’t notice she was almost home when she heard a voice. The lady was unusually tall with red hair just like the color of the crimson moon her skin was smooth but pallid and she had on her hand a heavy broom. A little late for maintenance Carrie thought. The pile of leaves rattle in the cold wind. “Promises can turn into a vague longing on a night like this.” The lady spoke. “Um…er I guess.” Carrie simply replied not trying to be rude or annoyed. Carrie swiftly ran to her front door. Frantically she dialed her best friend number and Brittany did not answer. Carrie thought it might just be a vain imagining and decided it was nothing.
It was an uneventful weekend for Carrie without Brittany. Carrie busied herself with her usual household chores and homework. The motion of her day was mundane with her best friend out of town. Monday came and Carrie sat in their usual seat. No doubt Brittany would have filled her in about her weekend get away had Brittany not left the cell phone on the bus seat. Carrie didn’t realize how much of her day revolved around her best friend so much since they met. School was dull without Brittany and Carrie was glad that the day was over. It was unusual for both of Carrie’s parents to be home on a weekday. “Hi honey.” Her mother’s tone was grave as she console Carrie. Her father quickly grabbed her hand. Carrie didn’t know that she would loose her best friend that Friday evening. It would be the last time she would see her best friend’s smile. An Unfortunate mishap took her best friend’s life too soon. Carrie went to her room and cried in silence. Moment’s pass and Carrie’s mother checked in on her condition. “You have a message in your phone.” Carrie, uninterested, let the electronic device reverberated on her bed while she stared furtively at the screen that says “1 new voice mail.” She finally gathered enough strength to check her message. “Hi Carrie it’s me Brittany. It’s Sunday. Call me back.” Carrie gasp was it a coincidence or a consequence for wishing under the crimson moon.
Happy haunting.
Happy Halloween.
October 24, 2008
