being a consumer is exhausting

sabin decided she wanted to use her savings on a PS3 yesterday, so we ran around in search of one. after fortifying ourselves with starbucks (as one does, if one can), we went from electronics store to electronics store, looking for PS3 consoles. we hadn't done proper research and ended up getting one with only 12GB. we also bought that little big planet game and GTA (woo hoo, i'm a resourcestærke forældre, you know). we got it home and sabin hooked it up and found that it was too little memory for GTA to even load! waah! why do they even sell such a small playstation and who can use it? (tho' it explains why it was so cheap.)

so today, after a bit of research into external hard drives, i ran around seeing if i could find one. i was talked out of trying by a pimply earnest kid in an electronics store (why are they always like that). and felt harried and run ragged by all of the dashing around.

it didn't help that i've been back and forth to the vet 4 times in two day with five different cats. two were neutered, one spayed and all of them vaccinated. two are on the pill now. dang, cat birth control is exhausting.

and on one of the trips past a bicycle shop towards the vet, we stopped and bought sabin a pretty new yellow bike. once i start my job in february, i won't be home to play chauffeur to sabin at her whim, so she needed a new bike that fits her (she's grown a lot). they were on sale (or at least they pretended to be by listing a high price and a less high price on the sign). it's a super cool neon yellow city bike. i'll take photos soon. it was pissing down rain and blowing today and not a fit day outside for man nor beast nor trying out a bike nor photographing it.

it's 16 days from the child's birthday and so far this month, she's gotten an iPhone 5S (you have to grab them while they're in stock), a PS3, two games for it, and a new bicycle. at this rate she'll have nothing to open on her actual birthday.

and tomorrow, i've got to run and take the damn PS3 back and trade it for one with 500GB so we can actually play our games. grr. i've gotten completely out of the habit of being a consumer and i'm beginning to think that's a good thing.

secret 21 - the secrets are exhausting

these secrets...i've gotta tell you. they're exhausting. i cruised along quite nicely until about 16-17 and then all of the things i had scribbled down in my little blog notebook began to seem a little picked through. the gems are taken, the ones that remain (save maybe two) are a bit tame and perhaps even, dare i say it, lame (lamer than that one about never having found the right shampoo, you ask? yes, lamer than that).

oh, i've got oodles of secrets that aren't lame, but many of them have to remain secrets. to protect the innocent. and even more importantly, the guilty. and to keep this blog from getting one of those adult content warnings you have to click to enter (we only just squeaked past that one yesterday). i wish i had something really juicy left, like having posed for playboy's "girls of pan-am" or something like that, but that wasn't me, it was my cousin and as we also learned i never really went for that dream of being a stewardess. oh, not to disappoint, there actually are a couple of rather juicy stories left (not playboy juicy, but juicy nonetheless).

since this whole exhausting month was inspired by spudballoo, who must have been even more exhausted than i am since she dressed up in costumes for all of her secrets, i'm going to tell you that like her, there is one lie among my posts. maybe it's already there. maybe it's not. but once we get to 30, there will be 29 truths and one lie. and i might, just to torture spud, who quite possibly deserves torture for this little venture, never reveal which one was the lie. (just trying to ensure that it's not me she chops up to take home from blog camp, she'll have to leave me alive if she ever wants to find out.)

and if, after this, you still want to do your own 30 secrets, my advice is, pace yourself. it's exhausting.