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- Married to Andrea since 1982. We have 9 children together and none apart. Our dog's name is Tebow.
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After finding and remediating mold twice in our Colorado home, we abandoned ship in October 2008. Because of the high levels of exposure, our entire family was affected. After months of seeing different specialists for all of the problems, we came to Arizona to begin comprehensive treatment to rid our bodies of the toxic buildup. In August 2009 we moved into a larger home, four bedrooms, south of Tucson, north of Mexico. I am doing my daily radio program/ writing from that location. Thanks for praying for us. We really feel it.
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Monday, January 30, 2012
Life happens at the most curious times. The more you shop, the more you want to … live.
I heard that on the loudspeaker of the store this weekend where I went with my daughter. The more you shop, the more you… Then the name of the store. This particular store had “given us” $30 in free money.
Really?
Was that really free, or a reward for purchasing X amount previously? And then banking we’d never use it. I don’t know, but it brought us back on the last day to use the “free money” to buy a dress.
So there I was, outside the girl’s dressing room, milling around like a man without a country.
“Additional cashiers to the Misses register, please,” someone said over the intercom. There were quite a few people lined up down at the Misses register. At first I thought they were occupying the place.
Young women flitted in and out of the dressing room as I awaited my youngest daughter. The last little puppy to wear a dress has gone from princess to PRINCESS before my eyes. Just last week she was playing with Breyer horses and dolls. Now she’s singing Adele songs and is as tall as her mother.
“Additional cashiers to the Misses register, please,” the person said again, with an edge to her voice. It almost felt like, “The more you people shop, the more it stresses me out!”
Fashion jeans. Flip flops. Ear rings. And all that perfume. To a chemically sensitive dad, this is like entering a twilight zone I will never escape. But for her, and for the love of $30 worth of “free money,” we were here.
I wanted to go to the intercom and say, “There’s cake and ice cream for all employees over at the Misses register.”
My daughter emerged with the dress in her hand and a smile. “It fits!” she said.
“How much?” I said.
“It’s marked down from $58 to $33.”
“Well, let’s head over to the Misses register and see what all the fuss is about.”
We ambled over and there were only a handful of people ahead of us. A manager turned a light on above a register and shook her head.
It’s funny how much life you can see while waiting. And the pink dream with ruffles and frills was a mere $4.35.
What an investment.
I heard that on the loudspeaker of the store this weekend where I went with my daughter. The more you shop, the more you… Then the name of the store. This particular store had “given us” $30 in free money.
Really?
Was that really free, or a reward for purchasing X amount previously? And then banking we’d never use it. I don’t know, but it brought us back on the last day to use the “free money” to buy a dress.
So there I was, outside the girl’s dressing room, milling around like a man without a country.
“Additional cashiers to the Misses register, please,” someone said over the intercom. There were quite a few people lined up down at the Misses register. At first I thought they were occupying the place.
Young women flitted in and out of the dressing room as I awaited my youngest daughter. The last little puppy to wear a dress has gone from princess to PRINCESS before my eyes. Just last week she was playing with Breyer horses and dolls. Now she’s singing Adele songs and is as tall as her mother.
“Additional cashiers to the Misses register, please,” the person said again, with an edge to her voice. It almost felt like, “The more you people shop, the more it stresses me out!”
Fashion jeans. Flip flops. Ear rings. And all that perfume. To a chemically sensitive dad, this is like entering a twilight zone I will never escape. But for her, and for the love of $30 worth of “free money,” we were here.
I wanted to go to the intercom and say, “There’s cake and ice cream for all employees over at the Misses register.”
My daughter emerged with the dress in her hand and a smile. “It fits!” she said.
“How much?” I said.
“It’s marked down from $58 to $33.”
“Well, let’s head over to the Misses register and see what all the fuss is about.”
We ambled over and there were only a handful of people ahead of us. A manager turned a light on above a register and shook her head.
It’s funny how much life you can see while waiting. And the pink dream with ruffles and frills was a mere $4.35.
What an investment.
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That is my kind of buy,but then my kids tell me I'm stuck in the 50's and 60's prices.