Friday, February 01, 2008

For Everything There is a Season Month

You’ve got to love the random tidbits that come from the daily e-mails you get in the workplace -- or at least in my workplace. Every day, we get little nuggets of wisdom and/or some useless facts for our lives. :o) I really don’t mind, but it’s usually stuff that makes me smirk.

Today we got an e-mail listing all of the (supposedly) celebration-worthy topics specific to February. They are:
“Black History Month”
“Valentine’s Day” (though it feels a little like Valentine’s Month)
“National Wedding Month” (what does that even mean?)
“International Expect Success Month”
“American Heart Month”
“Relationship Wellness Month”
“Library Lovers Month”
“National Bird Feeding Month”
“National Cherry Pie Month”
And, of course, the invaluable…
“Return Shopping Carts to the Supermarket Month”

Apparently, we are just leaving January’s newest Special Observance*: “National Mentoring Month”, now a true, American holiday.

And since it has become the craze to add our own druthers to the mix, I hereby deem February, “Kates are Awesome Month” in honor of the up and coming little Kate Meredith O. who could potentially share my birthday!

Which ones do you plan to celebrate? ;o)

*Galatians 4:10 - You are observing special days and months and seasons and years!

2 Comments:

At 2/2/08 12:10 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Who even HAS shopping carts that they need to return to the supermarket??

 
At 4/2/08 7:39 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Graduate students at Tennessee. THAT is who has shopping carts that need to be returned to the supermarket.

Grad student housing is about 3-4 Lincoln-sized blocks from a Kroger (supermarket). So a lot of them just take the carts back to their apartment (easier than carrying groceries), but don't take the carts back, until possibly when they go back to the store. Really, there end up being strings of carts in certain locations around the apartment complex, and Kroger periodically sends someone over to retrieve the carts. (On an aside, these southerners are weird. They refer to carts as "buggies.")

I would've responded the same way, Anne, had it not been for the time spent living in graduate student housing down here.

 

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