It's a beautiful Saturday in big sky country and not a cloud in the sky. Love days like this! We love days like this because the "ok, we can get it done this weekend" list comes out. It's a long list.
Today, all of the best intentions to get something done has hit the dirt. We started at an auction, where there were some great old pieces that I wanted to think about. I love auctions. The auctioneer moves it along and literally does not stop speaking for 4 hours. As soon as something sells, he moves on to the next thing, and the lucky new owner of someone elses junk drags their new treasure out to the truck. The trouble with auctions is you have to be around, because whatever treasure you've set your sights on could sell at any time.
Auctions are like treasure hunts. When we bought our newly refinished vanity, I had my eye on a box of junk that had a really cool windchime. Only thing worth anything in that box was that windchime. So bidding started at less than a dollar and ended at about $5.00. I didn't get the box with the windchime because everything else in that box was crap and I didn't want to go over $5.00.
So what does any self-serving Queen do in a situation like that? I went over to her and offered her a couple of dollars for the windchime. A couple of bucks, but she has all this other great stuff in the box. She turned me down because she had her eye on that windchime as well and offered me the box of great stuff without the windchime. Damn. At least she was stuck with the box.
Deciding the cool things I had my eye on were really not worth waiting around for, we head over the hill to Bozo, primarily to go to the Home Depot. By the time we got to the Home Depot after running around town all morning, we forgot half of what we were there for. Lists? Who needs a list?
Jeff just got a new toy, a Droid, and I got to hang out at Hastings Bookstore, which could be very expensive for me. Having lots of time on my hands and a cup of white chocolate mocha coffee (yummy), I decided I needed some workout music. While looking for workout cds, I decided to start on Thomas' 25th birthday gift. Can you say ADD and easily distracted? 25 tacky plastic items for 25 years. I'm hoping to make up for the 50 pink flamingos he and Jeff planted in my yard for my 50th birthday. There are all SORTS of tacky plastic items at Hastings. Let me add, I hate Hastings. The layout, everything about it bugs me for some reason.
Off to a good start on Thomas's stuff, which was way too easy, I start looking for the workout music. By gosh, there isn't even a section of cd's for workout music, or even good dance music. I don't know if I'd recognize good dance music. Plenty of DVDs of beautiful people not even breaking a sweat. I thought, well, I love compilation discs, they have to have some of those. And by gosh they did.
Let me tell you, I scored. Big. Two 3-cd sets for $3.99 each! Two 3-cd sets!! One was all flashback 70's music, and the other was "summer" music. As I study the back of the disks, I'm thinking, Wow, this is exactly what I was looking for! Sheryl Crow, Peter Frampton, The Eagles, I was one happy bargain shopper. Jeff comes to pick me up and I'm so excited to put the first of 6, count 'em, 6! cds in the player for the ride home. The first was an Eagles song. We listened. And then we REALLY listened.
That's not the Eagles Jeff says. Sure it is, I reply. Don Henly, right? Ok. Then I start to really read the list of songs, and damn if in small, white print, was something like The Original Artist. I expected that to mean if Sheryl Crowe's name is beside a song, I expect to hear Sheryl Crowe. Hit the 3rd track I asked him. We listened. Hit the 7th track. Same thing. We could sort of identify the song, but it certainly wasn't Sheryl Crowe or Don Henly.
Who knew that there really IS a group called The Original Artists? Seriously? And they are really, really bad. I scored, 6, count 'em, 6 cds of crap music because I didn't read the fine print at the top of the list. I was pissed. I felt like an idiot. Now that's great marketing. Whoever came up with The Original Artists as a group of musicians, were genius.
Thankfully we weren't out of Bozo yet, so we turned around and I walked in with two 3-cd sets, TWO! that I wanted to return. I was not in the mood to hear no. I don't know who I was more pissed at: Hastings just for being Hastings, or the people that put out this kind of crap that people like me will jump on based on the list of SONGS by The Original Artists.
Damn, wish I'd thought of it.
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