The Nordstrom Anniversary Sale

I know that Kaitlyn had mentioned it a few weeks ago, but I probably just forgot about it. This past weekend, it had begun. Nordstrom's Anniversary Sale. I came into work on Friday and one of the girls that works here came in later and said she had already been over there in Bellevue and that it was packed. This was before 8 am. I went on my day, knowing that we would be going over after I picked up Kaitlyn.

Now, I don't mind going shopping with Kaitlyn. I know that some husbands don't like it and...well, whatever. I don't mind it. It isn't usually my suggestion, but I go along with her. She always puts up with my stupid crap that I like to do. So off we go to the Bellevue store and I am surprised to find a relatively empty parking lot. I thought maybe this would be okay after all.


We get up to the front of the store and it is like everything changes as soon as you walk past the 'tell everyone in the world that you stole something' things. There are people everywhere. Running around, knocking over mannequins trying to get the last piece of clothing that is available. I think I saw one lady kick a little kid down the escalator because it was taking the last pair of socks. I think. That might not have happened.


(That's me in the background). Anyway, we start walking our way in. Kaitlyn asks where we should go first. I already know the answer, and I know she does too. Shoes. I gotta tell ya, those shoe guys...they have a lot of patience. I don't think I could do it. Dealing with some of the people that I saw, it was crazy. I think I'd have to stab them in the face with their stupid shoe that obviously doesn't fit. What the hell is with that? Why try to force yourself into a shoe 4 sizes too small just because you want to say you wear a size 6. No one really cares that you have Bigfoot feet. Just wear the shoes that fit.

These nice people find some person that is looking at the shoes and ask if they need any help. It's almost like they are protective of the shoes that they have accumulated in their little corner, and they will fight off anyone that comes close to them.



In all actuality, there are some pretty good deals. And by pretty good deals, I mean they only have the markup at 27% instead of 89%. Kaitlyn found some good stuff. I just don't care enough about clothes to really make it worth it. Plus, all the cool stuff that I would have bought wasn't even eligible anyway. I would have found me a new Tag Heuer watch, but the watch guy there told me that I suck and I should slap myself in the face for thinking that these watches would be on sale.

It does kinda make me wish there was an equivalent sale for car parts. Comptech Anniversary sale! ASM Anniversary sale! Now our wide body kit only costs $6000, instead of 10K. That would be sweet.

O.C.D. and A.D.D.

There is probably a chance that I have some sort of mild O.C.D. Not the crazy kind where I have to wash my hands with a steel wool brush until my bones are showing. Although that has happened before, where I'll get something on my hands and then have to continually wash them because they aren't clean. I'll wash them and then 10 minutes later, they will still feel dirty. It's like something in my nerves are telling me, OMG YOU'RE DIIIIIRRRRRTTTTYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

No, I have little tendencies. Like I'll be driving in the car, and I'll have to make sure that the windows are rolled up 38 times during my 12 mile drive. I'm pretty sure I am going to burn out the motor in my windows, because I am always clicking the switch up to make sure. I even put the lock on the windows so as to not accidentally roll them down while I'm driving on the freeway and freak out and have to roll them up RIGHT NOW! Unless it is hot.

I also have a problem with neatness. Not cleanliness, but neatness. Specifically at work. Everything has its place. And anything within arms reach (because lets face it, I'm too lazy to care that the thing I can't reach while I am sitting is moved) has to be perfect. But my mouse, keyboard, anything else right here has to be in its spot.

It is likely that I have some sort of A.D.D. I've never really gone and had it checked out because I don't want to be prescribed any crazy amphetamine medicine and be dependent on it and then decide one day that I don't need this medicine and you can't force me to take it any longer. And then I freak out all day because my mind is running wild and I can't think about anything. Because I do that now anyway, and I don't need to be taken off of any medication to feel that way. So I'll just skip that part.

I'll find that I try really hard to concentrate. I do okay at work. Sometimes though I'll be at home researching something really important...like how to clean my deck. I'll need to find out the proper way to prep it and what kind of stain to use. I'll be about 10 minutes into it and I'll catch a glimpse of some ad on the side of the page about Italy or something. And then that will remind me that Kailtyn and I would like to go to Italy someday, which will lead to thinking about the mafia which will remind me of Goodfellas. And then I'll think about Donnie Brasco because that book is a kick ass book. And then I will need (yes NEED) to research every fucking thing about some random mafia guy that was in the book. And all this happens within about 47 seconds of seeing that ad. And then I'll spend the next 2 hours reading about some guy named Joey 'Sticky Pants' Ingourobo (totally a fake name) or something and I'll feel so accomplished because I now know that he may have killed 7 people on some heist once and then turned into a rat and is now in prison.


And I'll get up and have a brief moment of accomplishment and then notice the deck. And then realize that I still don't know what I need to do to clean the deck. And I sit and wonder if maybe I should really try to look it up and find the information that I need. But I give up and say I'll do it tomorrow, I'm too worn out right now.

That may not be a valid case for an A.D.D. diagnosis. Maybe I'm just a little crazy in the head. That's okay.


UPDATE: I should note that while I consider myself a mediocre free hand artist, I totally suck at MS Paint drawings. So I had to gain some motivation and influence from THIS blogger. She is really funny and is the reason I feel I need to add pictures to my stories. Here is a funny story about her dog.

Crazy tempting road side fruit that is probably red berry death

This morning the weather in Seattle was scheduled to maybe hit 80. And when the weather gets like that, people FREAK THE FUCK OUT!!! When you live in an area that is cloudy and/or rainy for 9.7 months out of the year, we really look forward to the nice days.

So this morning I decided to drive the convertible. This evening during the 1.5 hour drive home, Kaitlyn and I see some sort of plant that has a berry or a fruit on it. It kind of resembles a tomato. But smaller. So I figure we can get as much visual information about the plant as we can, and then google that shit. So I gather that there is a white flower growing from it and the questionable tomato fruit.Of course, then because my mind likes to wonder away from anything actually coherent, I start to think...what if this plant is some sort of toxic trap and lures people in with its berry and then unleashes a deathly fume towards you.


Here is how the plant really was.





Here is how my mind started envisioning it if we were to try to steal the plants fruit.



Anyway, we got home and I sat at my computer and googled 'white flowering plant with tomato like fruit'. I got through two pages of tomato plants. And then I gave up. I never did find out what it was, primarily because I started to look at other stuff on the internet. Or my attention was distracted by something shiny or maybe a toy or something.

I think I might have A.D.D. or something.

I don't know why...

I don't know why, but I suddenly have an urge to start blogging again.

And after reading the last one that I posted (nearly 2 years ago) I suppose I should try to finish all those previous stories. I think I still have all my notes from our honeymoon, so I will try to find.

I'm not sure what I'll be writing about. I'll probably just make it up as I go along. Seriously. Most of my brilliance comes from my imagination. Occasionally I will tell a real life story, but most of it will probably be made out of my out creative thoughts.

As I am updating my blog layout and seeing all the cool things I can add, I added the 'followers' section. I think I may remove it, as it is just sitting there beaming my friendship failures right into my face. Or maybe I'll leave it, and use it as motivation to write better stuff and try to get more people that pretend to be interested in what I am saying...that I will in turn interpret as they like me, they really like me.