Okay, two things...Well actually, three

First, what is it about a F-A-M-I-L-Y L-O-U-N-G-E at the mall makes teens think that it's a place to hang out or check out???
I mean really, what part of nursing suites and toddler toys is appealing? I was at the North County Mall today, which is slightly more upscale than our Camino Real Plaza and I went into the Family Lounge (Dads Welcome) to feed Matt. While in there three teens came in. One skater looking for his friends. And then a boy and girl. I don't know if the latter came to sneak a little makeout session in or what. But really what turn on is there in being around two nursing moms?! I would have thought that would make a 16 or 17 year old tuck tail and run. These times are a changin'!
Secondly, I was in sales for a few years so I can sense a pitch like a vulture senses a carcass. I walked into Sunglasses Hut and immediately realized that I was not in the right place. All I saw on the walls were D&G, Prada, Revo, Maui Jim and the like. Mind you, I've been wearing the same pair of Capezio (yes they do make more than ballet slippers and leotards) glasses since my first birthday after my wedding. So for those of you who don't know or just don't remember, that makes them almost four years old. I know--a virtual modern feat to have sunglasses that long. But anyway, let me give you a little more side knowledge. I had not started the day planning to go shopping. I was at the mall to escape the closing in of the walls of my stifling house. I was about to demonstrate a concept contrary to modern physics--I was going to both implode on myself and explode on my kids. Andy decided that today was one of those days that he didn't need to nap. Unfortunately, he and I were not in agreement about this. So after screaming and crying and waking Matt up from his short nap. I gave in and gave up. I needed OUT.
So I got cleaned up and got the kids dressed. Now when I say cleaned up, I showered and then put on a pair of Walmart khaki shorts and my favorite green t-shirt which happens to have been my favorite sophomore year of HIGH SCHOOL! I just can't let go and thanks to fade resistant detergent, I don't have to. But I digress. My point is that I did not look like someone who should be upgrading from Capezio to Prada! And yet the vultures swooped in telling me about these scientifically engineered lenses and special technology. Really, I don't think Prada is scientifically geared to anything. It's economically geared to raise their bottom line.
I mean I do think that my wedding set has a nice amount of sparkle without being gaudy (actually, who am I kidding. WE ALL know that I don't think there is such a thing as too much or too big a diamond...but that's a totally separate post) but I was having it cleaned. So really my $30 outfit combo and Graco double stroller did not scream $287 pair of sunglasses.
Who buys sunglasses that expensive?!!?? I don't mean to offend if you do. Actually, please let me know if you do. Because I'm truly wondering who does that. I just know that I don't.
Needless to say, I came home with my old faithful pair still perched atop my head as my fave hairband.

So my third thing. Why do people buy $50k cars and not get them repaired?! I mean really. I drove past a Benz today that had plastic sheeting across a rear window. How are they able to make their car and insurance payments and yet not pay the deductible to get it fixed? Who knows maybe they're waiting for the insurance claim to go through. But probably not. John and I saw a very expensive E series Papa Benz that was scratched and dinged like all get out and the wealthy lady driving it could have/should have been able to afford the repairs....If you're going to be that house rich/home poor, why get such a status symbol. I think it makes you look worse to have a shabby expensive car than a well kept "normal" car. If you can't take car of your $50k car, then maybe you should have a beaten up $5k car.

These are my ruminations of the day. I don't mean to be judgmental. These are just the things I wonder about as I make my way (bumpily-I know I made this word up, but at least it's an adverb [Mom]) through my day.