Over the weekend, the boys and I went to Cabela’s to get winter boots for M and me. (K had to sit and watch us try them on.) I gave up looking for something mid-priced in Ann Arbor – it was either $30 or $130. If there's one thing Cabela's has a lot of, it's boots. And fishing poles. And camouflage gear. And very expensive long underwear.
They were closed when we arrived at about 9:45 on Sunday morning, which was my fault because I didn’t check their hours before we left. We started towards the store, noticed it was closed, and decided to return to the car to stay warm. On our way back to the car, we passed someone who realized we were walking away from the store because it was closed, and he asked when it opened. I told him ten o’clock. He said “What kind of place doesn’t open until ten?” Indeed! I want my stores open when I arrive, dang it! It is interesting that in this day and age I just assumed a large store would be open pretty much any time I felt like going there. A humbling lesson was learned that day.
They used to have a moose head and a deer head mounted on the wall in the upstairs area. They were mechanical heads, and they talked to each other and moved up and down and told jokes. When M was really little and Cabela’s had first opened, I took him there a couple times to get out of the house and see what jokes the moose and the deer were telling. In 2008, we went back for the first time in several years, and the heads were gone. Now that the kids are older, though, they are attracted to the hunting video games, where you use a plastic gun attached to the game to shoot deer or elk or mooses (meese?) on the screen. You can also play bonus rounds where you shoot ducks or pheasants flying out of the video marsh. I have to admit, the games are a lot of fun, so we wrapped up our visit with a few rounds of pretend meat-killing.
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Isn't it amazing that I can go online to see the progress of a package that's being shipped to me? Next thing they'll do is put a little GPS unit on every one and I'll be able to follow the truck on Google Maps. "Hey, that's my neighbor's house! Don't give him my stuff!"
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I'm still not sure how this thing works, but it looks interesting.
I’d love to have one of these brick paving machines. If I had a lot of money to buy one of these. I could play some great practical jokes. It would be hilarious to, say, cover someone's driveway with brick pavers and they'd come home and wonder what happened to their driveway. "Who covered my driveway with bricks? And where's my dog who always waits for me right here? Oh no! You paved over my dog!"
OK, that's it. I've made up my mind. I'm going out and getting one. Be right back. In the meantime, bring your dogs inside.
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I love these buildings that are shaped like the products they sell/manufacture.
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Mom, I hope you're feeling better! You looked great the other day, other than the velcro straps I would never have known anything was wrong. Are you sure you're not faking it to get sympathy, or trying to guilt Dad into making you a sandwich?
And Mom? We need you healthy pronto. Thanksgiving is coming up, and I didn't really want to give away the big secret, but I guess I have to. We're starting a new family tradition: a limbo contest in the front yard for all the Thanksgiving guests. You're going to want to be back to 100% for that, because we're awarding prizes that you won't want to miss. You're teamed up with Dad, so I'm going to need to see a little Jackson spirit. Wearing matching shirts and hats isn't required, but it will get you style points with the judges.
Get well soon!
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