Just Heather

I just received $15 in gift certificates from ePoll. I was a bit surprised since they haven’t sent me a survey in a very long time. So I logged into my dormant account to see what was up. I had ordered these in 2003. Nice. Oh well, money’s money. I haven’t received a survey for more than 6 months. I guess they don’t much care to have opinions from 20-something stay-at-home mommies right now.

Once upon a time rewards programs were all the rage. I spent hours a day surfing my list of sites, clicking on affiliate links, and earning points which I would later redeem for gift certificates. This is why we never, ever paid for movies even though we rented them at least once a week. We stopped getting regular Blockbuster rewards about a year or two ago. That “internet bubble” everyone was talking about? Yeah, it seriously burst my pocketbook too.

There are still a few standbys that can be worthwhile. I have one favorite that still sends emails for simple click throughs, but most of the rest are shopping rebates only now. While I once averaged $25-50 a month, I now earn about that each year. If you want to sign up for any of them anyway and get free stuff like me, drop me a comment with your email. I’ll send you a referral link so we both win!

FYI

Eating half a bag of semi-sweet chocolate chips will make you sick. Why do they call them semi-sweet?

Do you have nightmares of missing the biggest sale of the year because you stayed in your deep, post-turkey sleep well past the starting bell? Fear not, my fellow shoppers! Target has the answer for you. I’ll be waking up next Friday morning to a phone call from Darth Vader. Lord Vader will use the power of the force to keep me from oversleeping, missing out on the Black Friday bargains!

Choose me and feel the power of the dark side. While the others are nestled, asleep in their beds, we’ll stock up on reasonably priced sale items, crush the Rebel Alliance, and rule over the galaxy with an iron fist. Trust me, you don’t want to be on the wrong side of this fight.

But wait—there’s more! Since there are apparently “certain secrets to shopping that only International Supermodels know” you can also choose to awaken to the voice of Heidi Klum. Who’s waking you next week?

The girls and I were making cupcakes for this Friday’s Fall Festival (check me out not procrastinating!) They looked adorably sweet working so hard together to work the lumps out of the cake mix. I decided to take some pictures. As soon as that camera was in my hands, Stacia looks up with her “picture grin.” The following conversation ensued:

Mom: You don’t have to pose every time. I can take some action shots too.
Stacia (to me): I won’t look up this time. (looks down at cake mix with “picture grin” in place) Action shot me.
Stacia (to Brenia): Pretend to stir this cake mix again so Mom can action us.
Brenia: hey-yah (that’s okay for those of you who don’t speak toddler)

I found out the other day that my beloved Colts get the Thanksgiving Day game this year! I was very, very excited. Until I remembered that I will be in Florida that day for dinner with Mickey and a high school dance (don’t ask). My brother will be heading to the nearest sports bar to watch the game. Naturally, my dad and hubby will go with. I was all excited about the idea since I rarely get to go out, and when I go out with my dad he tends to pay the bar tab. Then it hit me—I’m a girl!

That means I’ll be stuck at the hotel playing woman. Why is it just assumed that because I’m a girl I don’t watch sports? I love my Pacers and I finally understand football enough to truly love my Colts too. It’s okay expected for a guy to watch all the basketball and football he can find. I’m supposed to sit by the pool in the hotel doing my nails while the men go out for beer. Not that I like beer—give me a screwdriver any day!

I just don’t make a very good girl. I can’t even tell you the last time I did my nails, I’m completely fashion-illiterate, and I’ll yell more obscenities at the tv than most guys I know. Though, if I were a dude, I’d just have to deal with the civil rights nightmare of being gay because, seriously, I ♥ men!

Genuine was talking about his favorite t.v. shows as a kid (and showing his age, I might add!) I grew up on classic 80s sitcoms. My sibs and I never missed an episode of Saved By the Bell. That might be why we seem to be the only people on earth who noticed that they all went to junior high in Indiana, but somehow moved the entire high school to California? I guess we’re not much of a market here in Redneckville.

Maybe it’s because my formative years were spent with TGIF tv that I am such a sucker for a happy ending. Every single one of life’s problems can be solved in under 30 minutes. If it’s a really, really big problem with life-changing consequences I might give you an hour to work around to the sappy hug just before the credits.

Genuine solved mine in 30 seconds. I was beginning to feel old when my old favorites started appearing on Nick at Night. Then he made me feel all better by talking about a bunch of shows I’ve never seen (and some I’ve never even heard of). I don’t even have to use the “young at heart” line. I’m just plain young. It’s all relative, you know.

Today was GREAT!!!!!!! at school Becuss…I was GREAT Mrs. Cox Sead I have Gral Souats!!!!!!! Tomorow!!!!!!!

Everything hits at once here at casa de Sokol. Little one’s birthday is in 20 days. But first comes the wonderfully fabulous (read:free) family trip to Florida for Thanksgiving. Somehow I have to find out how to get to Best Buy and Bath & Body Works on Black Friday for the super duper sales. Then comes Christmas with all it’s travel-to-7-houses-in-3-days glory. 12 days later, another birthday.

For the next week or so, I’ll be super busy packing and shopping. I like to be done by December, but it doesn’t look like that will happen this year. One because I’m just so busy packing (and by that I mean I’ve had a suitcase in my room for 2 weeks). Two, because I’ll be out of town on my absolute favorite shopping day of the year. Do you think the happiest place on earth will have Black Friday sales? And, finally, because no one will do the freaking name draw thing so I don’t know who I’m buying gifts for, much less what they want.

I love the holidays. Truly, I do.