Saturday, January 1, 2011

More Bath and Body Works




Am I the only person who finds humor in some of the names of the scents at Bath and Body Works? Especially one, Midnight Pomegranate. Why midnight? Why not noon? Why pomegranate? Why not avocado? The possibilities are endless. Every time I see the name of this scent, it makes me think of the book title Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. Then it makes me think of a website I ran across while I was learning about playing the blues - it had a formula for creating a blues musician's name. I think the formula was to use the name of an odd fruit or vegetable and then the name of a dead president. Ex. Cucumber Eisenhower or Kumquat Wilson. I think extra points were given for alliteration - Rhubarb Roosevelt, for example. Anyway, all this runs through my mind when I see "Midnight Pomegranate." Seems like to better sell their product they'd want a potential buyer to picture something restful and relaxing instead.

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Bath and Body Works

Today as my 13 year old son and I browsed the sale at Bath and Body Works, we sniffed every scent they had for sale. We found some scents we really liked and some that 'bout knocked us to our knees - especially the heated oil - whew! My son then made a sound observation. He said, "This would be a great place to work - no one would ever know you'd passed gas!" Hmmmm... Then he added... "And I just gave it a test run!" He was so proud.

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Rats


No, actually it was cats. Well, really just one cat. She gnawed on a nice Ponytail Palm plant that I've had for years. I've been trying to nurture it into a bonsai-type form. However, that was cut short! lol. Not sure if it will make it. Now I just have to find it a home. I guess I should take it to work then. :-(

Saturday, November 27, 2010

give me a hand

things that are hard to do one-handed:

  • use the shift key
  • blow-dry hair - blow-drying whilst using a brush can just be totally abandoned.
  • pull up slacks
  • wear clothes w/o elastic
  • read a dtb (dead tree book)
  • hold & read a Nook (& turn pages)
  • open items with lids, such as pain meds
  • fasten a seat-belt
  • apply shampoo and conditioner in any amount smaller than 1 cup blobs
  • applying deodorant
  • opening zip-lock bags
  • taking off jackets
  • rubbing left eye with right hand
  • kung-foo fighting with 12-year old son
so it's probably wise to steer clear of one-handed people until they reaquire the use of both hands. sigh.

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Oh Deer!

It's all in perspective. Funny how one's view of things change over time. For years I've seen this image all over the place on the back windows of trucks.
Each time I saw this image I thought it was a dancing figure, maybe on fire, the bottom two lines being the legs. I wasn't sure I was right, but thought maybe it was a company logo. The problem I had with this logo was that I saw the positive space only - the lines of the shape. Whomever created the logo counted on people's brains being able to see the image in the negative space - the white part of the image. Just within the past month I finally saw what Browning, the company this logo represents, meant for me to see - a deer. It's the image of a buck's head facing left and the antlers above. But then most people probably already see that. Just not me. I just found it amusing to have seen this image so often and only recently figured it out. So, what do you see?

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Bean-Oh-My!

We were watching TV together a few nights ago. On came a commercial for Bean-o. The commercial announcer said, "It prevents gas!" My 12 year-old son said completely deadpan, "Why would anyone want to prevent gas????" Need I say more?

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Language Barrier

My son and I were walking slowly out of the school building yesterday. Darling son was playing his personal gaming device of the moment. A cutie-pie kindergartner walked past us going the opposite direction and I heard him say, "buenos dias" as he walked by. Ah, how sweet I thought to myself - what a groovy, multi-cultural school we have. Sigh with grin.

Of course I said "buenos dias" back to him, albeit a little delayed. My son then looked at me oddly and said in that know-it all middle-schooler tone, "Mom, he said, 'Nice DS!'"

I cackled all the way out of the building, promptly embarrassing the cool middle-schooler with the "nice DS." Maybe time to get my hearing checked??? or take some Spanish lessons!