What do you get when Santa goes down a chimney when a fire is lit?

A Crisp Cringle.

At the close of this Black Friday weekend, I want to touch base on the craziness that has gone on this weekend. I work in our local mall at a store that will go unnamed. This weekend began the official Christmas shopping season for us retail kids. It seems that every year stores open earlier and the customers get a little crazier. One of the stores in the mall was even open on Thanksgiving Day. That's crazy!

I worked crazy hours this week to prepare our store for Black Friday. (side note: I had a customer ask me, earlier in the week, what is Black Friday. I had to ask her if she was serious.) I arrived at my store at 2am on Friday and there were at least 75 people already in line waiting for the store to open at 3am. Customers rushed in after we opened our doors. The line soon snaked from the cash registers all the way to the back of the store and then up to the front door; a second line had to be formed to accommodate all of the customers.

By the time I left the store at noon, it looked as if a bomb went off in our store. A friend of mine told me about the mess Saturday morning before the store opened. They had to pick up all of the clothes that were on the floor and put them in a fitting room until they could be folded and put back on the sales floor. The pile was above her shoulders. When I left Saturday night at 1am, that room hadn't budged.

So, What is my point? Christmas just isn't Christmas anymore. On TV there's now a count down to the count down of Christmas. When did we let Christmas become like this? Does anyone remember what this season is really about? My goal this season is to remember why we have this time of year.

Kids Say the Darndest Things

We all know that kids are a hoot. They say the funniest things and are so completely honest. Here's a great thing I just heard about one of my step-sisters.

I was in the kitchen getting lunch today and I made a comment to my dad and step-mom, and I spelled a word rather than saying it. My step-mom replied, "God can spell." I looked at her and said, "What?" She explained that while visiting her daughters this weekend, her middle daughter remarked, after she heard someone spell a curse word, "God can spell." I found this so hilarious; I sat down and had the best laugh. I hear adults do that all of the time. We spell words we don't want kids to hear, but then they get old enough and can understand what we say. Sometimes I catch myself occasionally spelling a curse word when I feel the urge to say one but would feel bad for actually saying it. But as my step-sister would say, "God can spell."

First Blog

Okay. I don't have a title for my blog yet because I don't know where I'm going with this yet.

My name's Jessica, call me Jess. I'm a new Louisianian. I moved here Fall of 2008 year to attend the University of Louisiana Monroe. I'm a senior Psychology major. I'm hoping to break into graduate school in a year and become an Experimental Psychologist.

I love fall and winter weather. I'm talkative. I love music and movies. I'd rather read a good book than watch T.V. My favorite color is red, and I love owls.

Uh, I guess that's it!