Sunday, November 29, 2009

My first car accident (for real)...

One our way home from Walmart & Joann's on Saturday, we were rear-ended. We were stopped at a light and the guy behind us started moving more quickly than we did when the light turned green (he was smoking, so he may have been distracted as well.) Whatever the case - it was his fault. It felt a lot worse than it was. The three kids were all crying, but both cars were able to drive to the nearest parking lot and wait for the police. I'll get Gandalf in and see what kind of repair we are looking at. More importantly, we are all getting in to see our chiropractor tomorrow. I know my neck is feeling sore in a new way and my wife's back is not very happy either. The kids aren't complaining, but better safe than sorry.

In response to my sister's inquiry:
I got everything we wanted save 1 item (it wasn't for the kids so I'm OK.)

Is it poetic justice that I have a pain in the neck?
Brad

Thursday, November 26, 2009

The annual quandry...

It has been a busy and tiring Thanksgiving Day. My wife and I did not get to sleep until 1am last night, and our daughter woke us at 6:45 this morning! We then hosted a Thanksgiving dinner for 16 people (we did the turkey - so it was an involved day.)

I have been reviewing Walmart's "Black Friday" deals (the early 5am-11am variety) and there are several items that we really do need at excellent prices. The really important stuff is the childrens clothing: winter boots, fleece coats, sleepwear, hoodies and jeans. Taking advantage of these deals would require my getting up by 4:30am - and therein lies the quandry. I am dead tired (so why am I still up at 10pm?) but for those prices I just can't in good conscience not go.

I should go to bed so I'll be ready to go shopping early tomorrow. I won't get to sleep after I get home because we have to clean and recover from Thanksgiving dinner.

And there's a Nor'easter blowing in overnight.

Why do I have to get out of my nice warm bed to get some stupid "Black Friday" deals? Why can't they come here where my nice warm bed is? And why....am I talking to myself?
Brad