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annundrielIt wasn't until Mom and I actually got to town and stopped at Costco today that I realized, hey, Saturday Christmas shopping might be a bad idea crowd-wise. A few steps through the door and I was telling Mom, "We are not going to the mall because I will go crazy."
I don't like crowds. They make me really, really uncomfortable. And, well, the only really bad part of Costco was around the electronics and the books. Other than that, it was pretty okay. Plus what we found there totally made it worth it: DVD sets of Robin of Sherwood. There was an actual moment of "OMG SERIOUSLY?!" because I loved this show when I was younger and they ran it on...whatever channel that was...PBS I think. I remember watching that and Star Trek: The Next Generation and Quantum Leap.
I want to say that Robin of Sherwood was what got EB and I into Robin Hood. Dad would build us hay houses every summer (they'd get hauled away every year when someone bought the hay) and we'd make bows and arrows out of Poplar branches and bailing twine and pick corn from the field and ride around on our bikes pretending we were having adventures. And, oh, that was so much fun.
I'm so thankful for my childhood. There really is nothing quite like growing up on the farm with the freedom to have that kind of fun.
Reminiscing aside, we bought both sets of the DVDs today because, seriously, those kind of memories? How could we not? But they're going to Dad for Christmas, so I have to wait. Which I am totally fine with.
Anyway, besides Costco we hit Big R, Target (where Mom bought square plates), and Pier 1 (where I broke an ornament, but they were very nice and understanding and didn't make me pay). Then we went to the movies and saw Enchanted which was so very sweet. I really enjoyed it, especially the ending where Robert saved Giselle and then Giselle got to save Robert. I've been kind of longing for fairy tales where the woman gets to do some rescuing, so this made me very happy. Plus, everyone was very good in their roles and had very nice chemistry together. Oh! And Angela from Bones was in it for, like, a second! Really quite a lot of fun.
I don't like crowds. They make me really, really uncomfortable. And, well, the only really bad part of Costco was around the electronics and the books. Other than that, it was pretty okay. Plus what we found there totally made it worth it: DVD sets of Robin of Sherwood. There was an actual moment of "OMG SERIOUSLY?!" because I loved this show when I was younger and they ran it on...whatever channel that was...PBS I think. I remember watching that and Star Trek: The Next Generation and Quantum Leap.
I want to say that Robin of Sherwood was what got EB and I into Robin Hood. Dad would build us hay houses every summer (they'd get hauled away every year when someone bought the hay) and we'd make bows and arrows out of Poplar branches and bailing twine and pick corn from the field and ride around on our bikes pretending we were having adventures. And, oh, that was so much fun.
I'm so thankful for my childhood. There really is nothing quite like growing up on the farm with the freedom to have that kind of fun.
Reminiscing aside, we bought both sets of the DVDs today because, seriously, those kind of memories? How could we not? But they're going to Dad for Christmas, so I have to wait. Which I am totally fine with.
Anyway, besides Costco we hit Big R, Target (where Mom bought square plates), and Pier 1 (where I broke an ornament, but they were very nice and understanding and didn't make me pay). Then we went to the movies and saw Enchanted which was so very sweet. I really enjoyed it, especially the ending where Robert saved Giselle and then Giselle got to save Robert. I've been kind of longing for fairy tales where the woman gets to do some rescuing, so this made me very happy. Plus, everyone was very good in their roles and had very nice chemistry together. Oh! And Angela from Bones was in it for, like, a second! Really quite a lot of fun.
