Monday, December 22, 2014
by Jody Worsham
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T'was a few days before Christmas
And all through the halls
Christmas decorations covered everything, every wall
Gifts were wrapped in early NovemberI
Problem was I could not remember.
Was this a toaster or blender for Aunt Sue?
And this odd shaped box all wrapped in blue
With no tag how do I know to whom it was to?
Oh Black Friday saved me lots of cash, of that I am clear
But forgotten contents leads me to tears.
With no list and no time to re-wrap, what was I to do with this pile of…..stuff.
There was only one thing for me to do in this quandry
Call in the Christmas snoopers and forget the laundry.
Two little elves who live here year round
Came when I whistled and appeared in one bound.
They spoke not a word but went right to the task
As if to say, “We knew this day would come at last.”
Their skills for snooping and identifying by touch, led to no surprises on past Christmas Days for this bunch.
“Our skills are unsurpassed. We can save this holiday disaster.
This is a tackle box for Uncle Lassiter.”
And in a twinkling the job was completed.
They gave me the list and no name had been deleted.
I knew at a glance what had been given to whom.
And I heard them exclaim as they raced to their room,
“Merry Christmas dear Mama, the gift you got us is nifty.
We promise to look surprised when we open the X-Box 360.”
Saturday, December 13, 2014
By Jody Worsham
All rights reserved for Haz Mat Suites
First I would like to thank all of you for waiting for my death notice to appear on Facebook before calling to check as to the reason for my absence from the blogging scene. It is so hard to find my phone or my I-Pad amidst the Mount Everest of Kleenx.
So, a recap. I guess all this began with the decision as to when the Thanksgiving meal should take place. Should I call my eleven guests and inform them we were having Thanksgiving Breakfast or Thanksgiving Brunch? With the start times for Black Friday shopping now beginning on Blue Thursday afternoon, it was imperative that the teen-ager and I be in line by 2p.m. for the Wal-Mart Six Hour Price Guarantee for the 643-inch-indoor-drive-in-movie TV.
“Hi, sorry to be calling so early this morning, but we will be having Thanksgiving Brunch at our house this year instead of Thanksgiving dinner. As per the sales flyers, we must be finished with brunch and in line by 2p.m. Thank you so much. Look forward to visiting with you shortly.”
Black Friday/Blue Thursday shopping is all about logistics and communication. While the turkey and bacon were frying, I charged the phones and cross referenced the start times for all the bargains. To save time, I had the dessert on the buffet table rather than at a separate table . Ok, technically pumpkin is a vegetable, so what if it is served as a pie?
In keeping with the holiday spirit, the teenager gave the succinct prayer. “God? Thanks.” By the time the last person cleared the buffet line, I was loading the dishwasher, squishing in my Dr. Scholes gellin’ insoles, and thanking everyone for coming. It was “Show Time!”
Ever since the infamous sheet “incident” at Wal-Mart last year resulting in a 9-1-1- call, a fight,, and everyone being three sheets to the wind, the nine-year-old has begged to be part of the shopping scene. I told him BF/BT was rated PG-13 for violence and he was too young.
By 2p.m. the teen-ager was entrenched in the line for the compact freezer sale which would begin at 6p.m. and I was sixth in line for the Drive-in-Movie size TV which began in the frozen food section of Wal-Mart.
Normally I make some life-long friends during the four hour wait but this must have been the year for I-HOB, International Hallway of Bargains. I had an Oriental couple to my left and a Latin American family to my right. During the four-hour wait, I did a lot of smiling, nodding my head, and making non-committal sounds as I could not break through the accent barrier. At one point I wasn’t sure if the Oriental lady was speaking English or Chinese to her husband. It all sounded the same to my ears. When we got tired of standing, we perched on the edge of the frozen food bins until our buns were as frozen as the rump roast on sale there.
True to their word, at exactly 6p.m. Wal-Mart issued a certificate to those of us who could be pried from the frozen food bin, for a big screen TV that we could pay for right then. The certificate also entitled us to get in line by 8 p.m. to receive the actual TV. The next hour and a half wait was more comfortable as I was able to pass the time by reading every label on every detergent carried by Wal-Mart.
True to their word, as exactly 8p.m., the line began to move. I showed the clerk my receipt for the TV, and she said “Yes, you will definitely get your TV today” and gave me a pass number so I could get my truck in line for the Large Item Pick-up in Automotive.
At some point during the previous six hour wait, the teen-ager phoned from the pharmacy to say a pillow fight had broken out next to the small freezer line where she was. “Are you ok? Was anyone hurt?” “Mom, it was a pillow fight, a fight for pillows. No police. What’s with these people and their linens anyway?” Ah, a question for another time. “Anyway, I have the certificate so you can pay for the freezer and a pass code so you can get the truck in line…” “I know, automotive, Large Item Pick Up.”
By 10:00 p.m. we were home with our pick-up truck loaded with a freezer and a giant screen TV. My throat was scratchy and I was hungry. Both situations were solved with a big slice of vegetable pie, pumpkin, of course.
Next Week….Replicate, Duplicate, and Cloning