Okay, so I'm a bit of a freak, but I really, really, really like sharks. Not in just the way that I think they're cool and I like to learn about them, but in a way that I want to get attacked by one. A big one. A 24-foot Great White shark. I don't want to die or anything, I just want a few cool scars, an interesting story to tell and the satisfaction of knowing that I gouged a shark in the eye and saved myself from being eaten by it.
For me, Shark Week on the Discovery Channel is like Christmas. I LOVE it. Last night, EJ and I watched a documentary about the USS Indianapolis in World War II; the ship was bombed and sunk and there were hundreds of sharks circling the men in the water for days and some of them got attacked and eaten. I think it's really sad, but also kind of cool.
The Shark Stress Toy would be a perfect promotional product to advertise events like Shark Week.
Monday, July 30, 2007
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
You Can't Be Good At Everything
When I was younger, I used to hate going to swimming lessons every summer because I was so bad at it. My little brother would always be two or three classes ahead of me with older kids and I would always be in classes with kids two or three years younger than me. And sadly, I was still one of the worst swimmers in the class. I finally reached a point where I was so embarrassed and I felt so much older than everyone, that I just called my swimming ability good enough and was done.
Since then, I've had tons of negative experiences with water, like the time I almost drowned at Raging Waters in the wave pool, the time I almost drowned river rafting and was convinced that both of my parents were going to die as well, the time I jumped off the high dive to impress a cute boy and landed in a sitting down position and bruised the entire back of my legs, the time I twisted my knee really bad while attempting to waterski and finally, the time four years ago when I let my family convince me to jump off the super high dive and I, once again, landed in a sitting down position and not only bruised the entire back of my legs, but also broke my tail bone and cried every time I sat down for a month.
Somehow, despite the fact that swimming isn't at all my thing, I love swimming and I would do it every single day if I could.
Some best-selling beach and pool promotional products are the Inflatable Dolphin Pool Rider, the Beach Front Chair and the Beach Towel in a Bag.
Since then, I've had tons of negative experiences with water, like the time I almost drowned at Raging Waters in the wave pool, the time I almost drowned river rafting and was convinced that both of my parents were going to die as well, the time I jumped off the high dive to impress a cute boy and landed in a sitting down position and bruised the entire back of my legs, the time I twisted my knee really bad while attempting to waterski and finally, the time four years ago when I let my family convince me to jump off the super high dive and I, once again, landed in a sitting down position and not only bruised the entire back of my legs, but also broke my tail bone and cried every time I sat down for a month.
Somehow, despite the fact that swimming isn't at all my thing, I love swimming and I would do it every single day if I could.
Some best-selling beach and pool promotional products are the Inflatable Dolphin Pool Rider, the Beach Front Chair and the Beach Towel in a Bag.
Monday, July 16, 2007
My Trip
EJ and I are going on a short trip at the end of the week and we are super excited. We're not leaving the state, which is why I can't call it a vacation, but we are leaving our apartment for four whole days, which is longer than our honeymoon was. (Sad, I know; please feel sorry for me because it makes me feel good).
The only bad thing about this trip is that since EJ's whole family will be staying in one cabin with four rooms, and since I have no children, which means I haven't brought any grandchildren into the world, which means I am not one of the favorites and therefore, not one of the chosen ones who gets to have their own room, we'll probably be sleeping on the floor. But since I can't sleep well anywhere but in my own bed anyway, it really doesn't matter that I'll be sleeping on the floor. Plus, I'll only have to make dinner one of those nights, which is definitely a huge bonus.
I've been thinking about some must-have items that I'll need for my trip that would also be really cool promotional products every employee should give to their customers, like:
Standard Pillow Case
Executive Book Light (I'll definitely need one of these since Harry Potter comes out on Saturday and I probably won't be able to put it down)
Excel Utility Kit
The only bad thing about this trip is that since EJ's whole family will be staying in one cabin with four rooms, and since I have no children, which means I haven't brought any grandchildren into the world, which means I am not one of the favorites and therefore, not one of the chosen ones who gets to have their own room, we'll probably be sleeping on the floor. But since I can't sleep well anywhere but in my own bed anyway, it really doesn't matter that I'll be sleeping on the floor. Plus, I'll only have to make dinner one of those nights, which is definitely a huge bonus.
I've been thinking about some must-have items that I'll need for my trip that would also be really cool promotional products every employee should give to their customers, like:
Standard Pillow Case
Executive Book Light (I'll definitely need one of these since Harry Potter comes out on Saturday and I probably won't be able to put it down)
Excel Utility Kit
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Rabbit Is A Weird Word
There's a couple in my ward who have a pet rabbit. But not just any pet rabbit; a house-trained rabbit that walks around and jumps on the furniture and goes to the bathroom in a litter box.
Now, I am a huge dis-liker (is that a word?) of cats, but at least cats walking around your house and jumping on the furniture and going to the bathroom in a litter box is normal. How many times have you been at someone's house and seen a rabbit jump up on the couch and have the family that lives in the house not be the least bit startled?
I don't necessarily consider myself to be a totally normal person, but that's beyond weird.
Luckily, there are promotional products for everyone, including rabbit lovers. Some of my favorites are the Bunny Rabbit Ball Stress Toy and the Rabbit Kitchen Timer.
Speaking of rabbits, one of my favorite stories is about a little boy in my home ward. A few years ago, when he was 3 or 4, he thought it would be really fun if he and his family's two pet rabbits jumped on the trampoline together. So when his mom wasn't watching, he put one rabbit under each arm and jumped on the trampoline with them. Needless to say, the rabbits no longer bring joy to the family.
Now, I am a huge dis-liker (is that a word?) of cats, but at least cats walking around your house and jumping on the furniture and going to the bathroom in a litter box is normal. How many times have you been at someone's house and seen a rabbit jump up on the couch and have the family that lives in the house not be the least bit startled?
I don't necessarily consider myself to be a totally normal person, but that's beyond weird.
Luckily, there are promotional products for everyone, including rabbit lovers. Some of my favorites are the Bunny Rabbit Ball Stress Toy and the Rabbit Kitchen Timer.
Speaking of rabbits, one of my favorite stories is about a little boy in my home ward. A few years ago, when he was 3 or 4, he thought it would be really fun if he and his family's two pet rabbits jumped on the trampoline together. So when his mom wasn't watching, he put one rabbit under each arm and jumped on the trampoline with them. Needless to say, the rabbits no longer bring joy to the family.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
My Piano
A while ago, EJ and I bought a beautiful piano from a family we found in the classifieds that was moving and planning to buy a new piano. It was built in the 40s and although parts of it are pretty scratched up and there is a small crack in the soundboard, we got an amazing deal on it. Even though I plan on buying a brand new Yamaha some time in the next 10 years, I love my piano so much I don't know if I'll ever be willing to sell it (despite the fact that the owner of the Piano Gallery told me I could sell it for a lot of money and if we take really good care of it, it'll be worth even more in 10 years).
EJ is determined to restore the piano and make it look and sound even better than it already does. He read an entire thick book about piano restoration (which is amazing if you know my husband and know that reading is his least favorite thing to do, unless what he's reading has to do with cars or bikes). He loves to open the piano up and tell me all of his big plans, some of which he has already started to do. Every time I start to freak out and tell him he's going to destroy my beautiful piano, he makes me stop and tell him how good he is at fixing things (which he actually really is).
Ever since we got the piano, I've been begging EJ to let me teach him how to play and he's always told me he isn't interested. But last night, he actually told me he wants to learn some easy songs and he's willing to let me give him piano lessons.
I seriously think that a tear rolled down my face.
Whether you are a piano teacher, a piano tuner or if you restore old pianos, there are several piano-related promotional products you can print your company name on. A few of my favorites are the Piano Pencil, the Brass Piano Clock and the Baby Grand Piano Musical Alarm Clock.
EJ is determined to restore the piano and make it look and sound even better than it already does. He read an entire thick book about piano restoration (which is amazing if you know my husband and know that reading is his least favorite thing to do, unless what he's reading has to do with cars or bikes). He loves to open the piano up and tell me all of his big plans, some of which he has already started to do. Every time I start to freak out and tell him he's going to destroy my beautiful piano, he makes me stop and tell him how good he is at fixing things (which he actually really is).
Ever since we got the piano, I've been begging EJ to let me teach him how to play and he's always told me he isn't interested. But last night, he actually told me he wants to learn some easy songs and he's willing to let me give him piano lessons.
I seriously think that a tear rolled down my face.
Whether you are a piano teacher, a piano tuner or if you restore old pianos, there are several piano-related promotional products you can print your company name on. A few of my favorites are the Piano Pencil, the Brass Piano Clock and the Baby Grand Piano Musical Alarm Clock.
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
Monday, July 2, 2007
Reason #38 I Hate Hot Weather
So, I tried to be a supportive wife this weekend and it totally backfired. EJ is playing intramural softball with the boys in our ward (he's the pitcher and he's really good), so despite my hatred of sitting in the sun, I took our fold-up camping chair and I went and watched him.
It didn't even occur to me that I have super pale skin and I go home with a scorching sunburn after being in the sun for five minutes. This time was no exception. My face and my arms got a decent burn, but they were nothing compared to the six inches in diameter I got on each leg. Two days later, I can barely walk without crying, not to mention the fact that I got no sleep the last two nights because every time I moved, I woke up in horrible pain.
When we got home, EJ tried to convince me to put some aloe vera gel on my legs, which I refused to do and to take some Advil, which I also refused to do. I refused to use aloe vera because since every time I use it, my sunburn gets a million times worse and starts blistering, I'm pretty sure I'm either allergic or aloe vera hates me. I refused to take Advil because the container says that you shouldn't take Advil for more than 10 days in a row and it seems like I take Advil for something every single day lately. Plus, I just like to be difficult.
So, the moral of this story is: if you really care about your customers and employees, you'll give them the Sun Pack Gift Set complete with an SPF 15 lip balm, sunscreen, aloe vera gel and lotion, and you'll encourage them to actually use it. This especially applies to those customers and employees, like myself, who are hypochondriacs and are convinced they are going to get skin cancer and die a painful death.
It didn't even occur to me that I have super pale skin and I go home with a scorching sunburn after being in the sun for five minutes. This time was no exception. My face and my arms got a decent burn, but they were nothing compared to the six inches in diameter I got on each leg. Two days later, I can barely walk without crying, not to mention the fact that I got no sleep the last two nights because every time I moved, I woke up in horrible pain.
When we got home, EJ tried to convince me to put some aloe vera gel on my legs, which I refused to do and to take some Advil, which I also refused to do. I refused to use aloe vera because since every time I use it, my sunburn gets a million times worse and starts blistering, I'm pretty sure I'm either allergic or aloe vera hates me. I refused to take Advil because the container says that you shouldn't take Advil for more than 10 days in a row and it seems like I take Advil for something every single day lately. Plus, I just like to be difficult.
So, the moral of this story is: if you really care about your customers and employees, you'll give them the Sun Pack Gift Set complete with an SPF 15 lip balm, sunscreen, aloe vera gel and lotion, and you'll encourage them to actually use it. This especially applies to those customers and employees, like myself, who are hypochondriacs and are convinced they are going to get skin cancer and die a painful death.
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