hollister hoochies

Between signing up for this new weblog and spending ten minutes in a Hollister store today, I'm feeling really freakin' old, you guys. Managing this new page is going to be difficult since I don't understand HTML like the rest of the world seems to. I keep trying to figure out how to title each of my blogs, but alas, no dice. Despite the inital frustrations, I'm enjoying blogspot thus far. My best friend since the dawn of time told me that I referred to myspace as if I'd been dumped by my boyfriend. Funny. I really don't have much practical experience in that department, so I'm gonna say that it's more like ripping off a dangling band-aid. It's something that needed to happen and I'll be better off now that it's gone. So, farewell all you little 14-year old girls in push up bras and dirty old men who have never touched a woman, I've gone to a better place.

Oh, and speaking of little nasty teens and tweens, Jonathan and I went into a Hollister store this evening, just for grins. Now if any of you out there reading this (all 3 or 4 of you, hmmph) wear Hollister products, don't start getting all offended on me and crap. This is only my second entry here, okay? But Hollister is really big down here with the 12-25 year old crowd, so it seems. Twenty-six year old me and my husband at nearly twenty-nine looked pretty out of place in there. Like somebody's grandma in a Spencer's checking out birthday cards featuring 400 pound naked women. Or at least, that's how we felt. Our real excuse for wandering in there was to do some market research on their stock, since Hollister is a part of A&F. All I could comment on was the fact that I would have to wear a size L in all of their clothing to maintain some level of self-respect and whine about their lack of practical lighting. And is it just me, or is anyone else tired of all the mannequins appearing cold? *Sigh*

We left quickly and proceeded on to the Eddie Bauer next door.

Pretty sad that I'm only in my mid-twenties and already I'm feeling ancient. But really, teenagers seem so much different now than when I was one. And it really wasn't all that long ago!!!! Exposed butt cracks are about as common at the mall as they are at a plumber's convention. And about as attractive. The not-so-lovely one we saw today at the food court was sponsored by this chubby Goth looking chick with black and green hair and skin that had only today been exposed to the rays of the sun. Another chick standing in line for Chick-Fil-A had her cheeks hanging out below her pink shorts. My darling husband deemed that fashion faux pas not quite as offensive. Mmmm hmmm.

So that was pretty much the extent of my day off. I know, I complain on and on about being increasingly old and boring, but life is still pretty good. Yeah, my carpet is the same color as a putt-putt course but it's still my house. My career hasn't (and likely won't ever) make me filthy rich, but I get a great deal of gratification out of it. But we've all gotta whine and complain sometimes, right? Until next time...

amanda