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| Great American Yard Sale Plan of Attack 2007
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Added on 08/06/07 by Betsy
Superbowl Sunday is right around the corner people. Time to break out the sleeping bags and bag lady carts.
THE GREAT AMERICAN YARD SALE!!!!
Every year I have a plan of attack, wake at 4am and stand in line for 5 hours waiting for the gates of junker's paradise to swing wide....and every year I am inevitably dissapointed with what I find.
The real fun of this massive yard sale is not in the digging and pillaging through mounds of other people's crap- for me that's just another day at the office.
All I got last year was a Playmobil Mansion, Crib Tents and some well loved pajama bottoms (OK I know that's a little gross but they had South Park print).
The best part is being in line.
When I tell the other mommies at Tae Kwon Do or swmming lessons what I do, they generally say, "isn't that interesting," then take the first opportunity to politely scooch to another seat.
If you can tolerate the smell, standing in a line of 600 people at 7am standing on blacktop in 80 degree heat and Chicago humidity will be the place to be on August 18th.
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| American Girl Store Kinda Sucks To My Surprise
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Added on 06/10/07 by betsy
Well I just got back from the longest drive through nowhere I have ever taken. A brief 4-6 hours north of here is a little town called Osh Gosh and b'gosh it looks like everywhere else in America- Starbucks, then Target, then Starbucks, then TJ Maxx except for one very important landmark store. The promised land for any mommy of a little lady.
Yes, I got to go to the American Girl outlet store.
I was so excited that the tantrums and crying (lots of roadwork) on the way up didn't even bother me. I was going to my Graceland and no one was going to bring me down.
When the children and I fell out of the car covered in stale partially digested Goldfish crackers a brief 6 hours and 3 poopy diapers later. I was a little weirded out. Here is a massive company bajillions in sales, and it is the size of Baby Gap. Ugh. Once inside I was disappointed to find that they do not carry dolls AT ALL - not a one. They do carry all of the critters like Coconut, Licorice and all the AG pets as well as the pet accessories. Other than that all they have is clothes, and some of the doll clothes.
While the clothes are cute, they are infinitely cuter in the catalog on Kit's living look-a-like than they are hanging on a round chrome rack. What was even more disappointing was that most things were the same price as they are in the catalog,. . . (read post) |
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| The Queen VS The Purse Nazi/Boss Hog Tag Team
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Added on 02/26/07 by Betsy
Last month I told you guys about my awesome and totally unnovel idea of selling outlet deals on Ebay with my sister/apprentice.
We decided the first order of business was to go to the Coach, Dooney, and Kate Spade outlets and see what was out there and if the stuff was cheap enough to make out flipping it.
Our plan was to lull the babies into a carb induced mellow with a case of goldfish crackers.
Unfortunately, our outlet is outdoors, totally stupid in Chicago. We were prepared though - thick coats, baby snowsuits, blankets, double stroller, plus single stroller, diaper bags, pallet of Pepperidge Farm crackers and we were ready to rock.
First we went to Coach Outlet.
We went through the clearance shelves and looked at every single purse.
Soon we realized there was no way to remember the name of every style and how much it was so I had the brilliant idea of text messaging myself the names, prices and discount of the items that seemed good.
Next we schluffed over to Dooney.
That's when we met her . . . The purse Nazi.
She runs the Dooney outlet like a 7-11 next door to a Junior High.
Grumpy and bitchy- acted like she was doing us the biggest favor in the world by doing a price check and staring at us the whole time.
We just ignored her and did the same thing as we did at Coach-. . . (read post) |
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| Hunting Good Will
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Added on 10/17/06 by Betsy
If the Olympics should come to Chicago as Mayor Daley is hoping, I will contact the city's Olympic committee because I have the perfect idea for a new competitive sport. If the Olympic Committee gets a better gift bag from Tulsa and we are out of the running, I may contact NBC because my idea would also be a divine reality show.
If you watched the Atlanta Olympics you will remember the cheesy back stories about starving Eastern block mommies who sent their buxom baby off to shot put boarding school so she could have a shot at the good life.
Picture Chicago 2008, the cheesy camera fog parts and reveals the doors of Goodwill. It's 8:50 and the athletes are taking their positions, climbing out of all manner of hoopty and limping to the starting gate.
There's the Pall Mall Paul who talks through a hole in his throat but can jog like a pro when he spies anything that plugs in and was mad after 1989.
There's Grandma Jean who pretends to be checking everything over with her bifocals, but is actually switching price tags.
There are the religous chicks who always come in a herd and can never seem to satitate their thirst for ankle length denim skirts.
And then there is me. And just like them something happens to me once I get inside those doors.
I feel a rush of adrenaline and once my hands hit the handle of the. . . (read post) |
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