Shopping with teen boys is almost as bad as shopping with girls â€” unless youâ€™re lucky enough to have one that is into Grunge, meaning you can buy them some nondescript plaid shirts, enormous blue jeans and a stocking (or ball) cap and never do wrong.
Every mother knows that shopping with their teen for clothing is something that takes some real mental and physical preparation. A mother knows that a trip to find a red pair of tennis shoes could involve a 10-hour day filled with traffic, popping in and out of stores, rude or indifferent sales clerks, and it could result in tears, regretted words, or a trunk full of â€ścondolence purchasesâ€ť you made after she/he couldnâ€™t decide on the right pair of kicks.
For most, viewing the Super Bowl through a television screen means rooting for their favorite team, wearing a team jersey, filling the refrigerator or smaller cooler with eats and beverages, and shouting from a perch with friends, family, or maybe only the dog as a fellow fan.
Others wait patiently through plays, injuries, conjectures and opinions for the halftime show so they can see their favorite musical performers giving it their all (which in the past has proved is sometimes a little TOO much giving).
It may seem a little soon to be gabbing about Valentineâ€™s Day but unless youâ€™ve been hiding under a rock, retailers galore are trying to make you aware that the time for shopping is already here.
Conversation hearts with tiny messages adorn shelves alongside heart-shaped boxes and pink, white and red stuffed animals of every shape and size, most of them bearing some affectionate sentiment. Children are picking out which television-themed cards they want to hand out to their classmates â€” unless they are deciding between the ones that have suckers or stickers attached.
By Lydia Beers
It is a truth universally acknowledged by concert goers that if you leave your "spot," it's pretty much up for grabs. Or at least I thought that was a universally acknowledged truth. I found out differently last Saturday, when a friend and I packed ourselves into the Egyptian Room at Old National Centre in Indianapolis for a Matt Nathanson concert.
By Angel Perkins
I love the holidays, pretty much all of them but Halloween is my very favorite, followed by Christmas. My first holiday headache comes from seeing Christmas items on the shopping shelves before Halloween. I donâ€™t want to see any jingle bells, furry hats or candy canes until Iâ€™m shopping for green beans for Thanksgiving or boots to replace the ones my children grew out of the year before.
By Rusty Nixon
I donâ€™t write songs. I love music more than almost anything in this world but its creation from the raw material of notes has always escaped me as a language.
I donâ€™t paint. I flunked coloring in kindergarten. Really. Something about staying inside the lines.
By Maggie Nixon
Another season is upon us. No, not spring, summer, fall, winter and some other newly designated season â€” although it would be a four-letter word if there was one (RAIN); Iâ€™m talking sports here.
By Angel Perkins
With Thanksgiving just around the corner, I thought I would give thanks to the faithful Advance News and Bremen Enquirer readers for keeping their small, hometown newspapers alive in this digital age. Further, I want to thank them for having patience and understanding with me (when things donâ€™t always go the way we or they might want them to) and for their submissions in promoting their schools, clubs, businesses and events.