If you are like any other human being who subjects themselves to the marketing geniuses of those who choose the products that line the cash registers in all major stores, than you will appreciate the relevancy of this blog.
I, Liz Allen, am a chap stick junkie.
"As if I need another one," I tell myself. But if I would only hear myself talk. Maybe it is the slight head cold that I acquired over the weekend, that has caused my own reasoning to be altered. But, I reach for a stick and put it back. "There are so many kinds," I say again. Justifying the fact that I should purchase one even though they all serve the same purpose. I reach for the newest, best, most expensive. I say outloud, "Am I crazy?" and a witty Walgreens sales clerk walks past saying, "Possibly." I laugh because I'm just trying to be polite. But actually if she could read my thoughts she would walk a little faster.
My addiction is so bad, that I carry with me 5 sticks of chap stick. I'd like to think that I have been part of the rising sales goals at any particular Walgreens due to my increased buying habit. Right now, I can tell you exactly where all my chap sticks are located. I have a fantastic 1 in my pocket that I received in my stocking for Christmas. I also carry a few sticks in my purse that consist of Burt's Bees, Mary Kay Satin Lips, and Carmex. I tend to buy the cherry flavor. Sometimes I will switch it up and buy strawberry. There's really no need to try to convince me to buy chap stick. I am already reaching for the tube before you notice it's there. I can enter a store and spot all the places the chap stick is located, within the first 30 seconds of walking through the automatic door. With this in mind, I usually don't go to a store without buying a tube.
Curse or Cure? I have been told that the more you put on, the more you will need it.
As previously stated, I acquired an illness over the weekend. Being a newbie to the Walgreen's Pharmacy, along with my prescription, I received a 'Welcome' gift from the pharmacist. Inside was an eclectic array of Walgreen's samples. Lotion, hand sanitizer, crayons, a pill box, and as amazing tube of Chap Stick.
Bottoms up to you, Walgreens. My lip therapy has just begun.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Ain't that some Sh*t?
I always wake up at a different time, my routine is not religious at all! I have a different way of doing things each day. I hear the alarm. Sometimes I hit the snooze button, sometimes I don't. Sometimes the kids wake me up before the alarm even goes off. Sometimes I eat breakfast, sometimes I don't.
But one thing is always for sure, I leave at the exact same time every morning to bring the kids to their Grandmother's house. And with doing this during the week, you tend to see the same cars every morning,. This is such a drag for me. I always get stuck behind the same SLOW green station wagon, with the bumper sticker that says WWF on the back. I hear myself say, "here we go again." I know you may be telling yourself, "this chick needs to leave 5 minutes earlier or 5 minutes later." I've tried it all. And it seriously never fails!
This morning in particular, I was not interested in anything going on around me, because I was completely late - about 20 minutes off schedule! I rushed to get the kids in the car and out the door. As I was pulling towards the stop sign at the end of my road I giggled to myself, "I bet he is running 20 minutes later as well." I didn't see him! I didn't see one trace that he was even there. Now I have the freedom to just drive and not have to tail-gate!
My daughter started yelling in the backseat, so I turned around to see what was going on and as I turned back my head, a car pulls out in front of me from a side street. The green station wagon from HELL!
I am beginning to think I have a stalker on my hands. I am also wondering if he feels the same way about the situation as I do. He's probably thinking to himself, "this damn Malibu behind me is always riding my ass. Everyday!"
I am trying to see the lesson in all of this, but I don't see the point in the World Wrestling Foundation or for that matter, people who go 5 mph under the speed limit. Besides, who would not want to look at my Malibu everyday?
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
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