Sunday, August 30, 2015

Trying to sell some items via Craig's List

I suppose the paintings I could easily ship, but I have no idea how to ship the pottery.

Black Caddo-inspired style pot

Some watercolors….

Very large pot….

Friday, August 28, 2015

Subject? Don't need no stinking subject!

Near the card section, there is an endcap with Star Wars school supplies.   Dad and son walk past.  

Dad stops and says to son, "Do you want a Star Wars binder?" 
Son; "Naw." 
Dad; "Are you sure?  Last chance." 
Son; "Yeah.  I'm sure." 
Dad; "Should I get myself a Star Wars binder?" 
Son; "Totally." 

And I didn't even pipe up that Target has in-binder folders and separators, so he could buy it and start keeping household records in it.  See, it would be a perfectly legitimate purchase. 

I made a kid cry.   See, someone who is a foster parent (via the Lesbian Duplex) mentioned that you have to turn things around to a kid's POV.  The example she used was urging a kid to hold mom's hand crossing the street so mom won't get lost.  

I've been using a version of this at Kohl's.  When I see a kid start to wander off, I tell them that parents get lost when you wander too far.   They usually turn around and go back.  
This one tyke had gone a bit farther than usual, but I remember the parent she came in with.  (Mom was white, but the kids were mixed-race.  That's why I remembered. :P )  

Anyway, when I told her "You shouldn't wander away from mom.  Moms get lost when you wander too far.  Did you know that?"  She had to stop and think over what I said. 
I swear you could see the wheels in her brain turning. Then she figured it out and started the sad eyes and turned down lip, "Mama!"  Sniffle.  "MAMA!"  

So I pointed out mama to her and she ran back and cried at mama a bit.   Really didn't mean to make her cry.  LOL.  

Another time, I told this to a pretty young tot.  She was maybe two.  While I tell her this, I'm looking around to see if I see any frantic adults.  But after a few minutes of me talking to her, her older brother(?) comes out of the lingerie section and freezes on seeing me.  I ask, "Is she with you?"  He nods, grabs sister by one hand, and hurries off with a backward look to make sure I haven't turned into Baba Yaga and started chasing them. 

So good to see I can still scare the crap outta' kids.  

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

I need caps!

According to the dentist, I have been grinding my teeth.   I had no idea until I saw the pictures of my teeth.  He says it's stress related.  (Raising parents is hard.)  It will be about $2000 to get three caps on three teeth that I've fractured.  Sigh.   I really don't have that much money.  

Need to post pictures of my art stuff on Craig's List, I guess.