| 9 December 2002 11:01 pm Monday I'm so thrilled with this result! Take this quiz. Holy crap shopping was tiring yesterday. Chuck and I hit Tysons and some other places to get the majority of our xmas shopping done. The mall was less crowded than I thought it was going to be, but still quite busy. At least there weren't any mad dashes or inconsiderate oafs knocking over old ladies to get to stores faster. Hehe. I managed to knock the majority of people off my list, which was a huge relief because looking for gifts for hours was far more draining than I thought it'd be. I like the mall and all, but when I'm there for the purpose of shopping... takes a lot out of me. On the plus side, people are going to get decent gifts from me this year. Yay! The one person I am having the toughest time shopping for is Jay, Lauren's son. I don't want to get him clothes because he's just going to grow out of them in a month (fine, maybe two). I mean at one year old, he's growing at a ridiculously fast rate. But he also has so many toys that Lauren and John don't know what to do with them. Too bad, since kids have some nifty toys nowadays. Way better than when I was his age. Then again, I can't remember when I was his age so I can just speculate. Hehe. I have a feeling that I'm gonna be that annoying aunt who gives "educational" gifts like books and such, at least until he's old enough to remember what he's getting. Lol. Anyways, if anyone has any ideas as to what to get a one year old kid... let me know. Not too thrilled about United filing Chapter 11 today. I talked to my mom and she says she's not worried, so I won't be. But I don't know how it's going to affect my jet-setting habit. As Lauren's mom says, my feet barely touch the ground anymore. Lol. (Speaking of which, I'll be going back out to California in a week or two.) Hopefully things will work out, but statistics are against them. Oh well. Time will tell because for once I don't have any control over the situation. Maybe if I just make another deal with the devil.... |
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