Black Friday is more than a shopping tradition after Thanksgiving. It’s life or death. For savings. And your wallet. And your sanity. Which you’ll lose when you see a large woman in a track suit grabbing the last Xbox One whilst making eye contact with you wearing a smug smirk on her face.
Black Friday just got real.
You need a strategy to keep you sharp, but more importantly to keep you safe. You’ll find the tools you need in this survival guide. It will save your life. If your life was reduced to saving money on presents for a sacred holiday that has now become completely commercialized. But forget all that, there’s no time for politics.
It’s time to focus. Focus on surviving Black Friday.
http://hahasforhoohas.com/stories/why-bruno-and-i-will-be-first-die-during-apocalypseWhy Bruno and I Will Be The First to Die During an Apocalypse
Why yes, yes it is. This picture that made its rounds on Reddit is right next to my building. Some panel, or wiring or something underground (I'm not an electrician, mmkay?) blew, causing a FOR SERIOUS explosion. You all don't understand, I could have died. What if I had been walking down the middle of the street when this happened?!! I live in a downtown area so I hear quite a bit of nonsense. Drunk people screaming, saxophone players lulling me to sleep and/or totally pissing me off because I can’t hear the New Girl on TV, truck drivers opening up their hatches for a delivery so loudly it sounds like car bombs, etc. etc. So when I heard an odd boom followed by sirens, I wasn’t even paying attention. Until, of course, our lights flickered. Then completely went off. Then it went black.
http://hahasforhoohas.com/beets-do-not-always-mean-vegetable-french-vocabulary-lessonBeets Do Not Always Mean Vegetable: A French Vocabulary Lesson
Living in France for over three years, I am still constantly learning new things. There seems to be a never-ending supply of experiences where I truly make a complete ass out of myself, as I attempt to absorb the French culture and master their difficult language. As time has passed, I admit that speaking has become close to second nature but I can’t say that this has always been the case. I’ll never forget my first Christmas in France. While I had a decent grasp of the language, I could hardly pride myself on being a fluent speaker. To give you an idea, I’d say that I had the skills of a five year old - maybe six, depending on whom you asked. That Christmas, I had been invited to my boyfriend’s family’s home to celebrate the grand European tradition of Christmas Eve. Neither my boyfriend nor his family spoke English, so with my weak French skills, I did my very best to communicate with some intelligence. I shudder to think what I really sounded like.
http://hahasforhoohas.com/stories/receive-polite-note-allow-us-translate-youReceive a Polite Note? Allow Us To Translate That For You ...
WARNING: If you have a weak stomach, you might want to stop reading now. I was pretty lucky during my pregnancy with Miranda—no morning sickness, no throwing up. Things were going great. Well, one Sunday evening, Lorin (my husband) and I were resting on our queen-sized bed in our little apartment in Rexburg, Idaho. At some point, Lorin decided it was a good idea to clean out his belly button lint and start throwing it in the air above our faces.
I don't know if you know this, but I'm a professional meditator.*
It all began when I decided to kick my spirituality up a notch and started incorporating meditation to my daily routine. The rigors of starting a business while trying to be constantly creative has kept my brain spouting off like it’s on a bad mushroom trip - and I’m not talking the truffle variety for you prudes.
In truth, I’ve really enjoyed it. It has kept me focused on my purpose, not results. On serving others, not who can serve me.
http://hahasforhoohas.com/top-5-things-mothers-really-do-better-than-fathersTop 5 Things Mothers REALLY Do Better Than Fathers
The other day we read a post on Babble.com entitled Top 10 Things Mothers Do Better Than Fathers. It has created an explosion of anger as commentators accused the author of sexism, gender stereotyping, and the ultimate sin - accusing all men of forgetting to bring diaper bags on errands.
http://hahasforhoohas.com/stories/how-anna-and-jenny-resolve-conflictHow Anna and Jenny Resolve Conflict
A couple days ago, Anna and Jenny experienced a tension-filled conversation that felt like daggers to their hearts. It's not easy running a business (I use the term business in relation to this website pretty loosely here) and when deadlines hit, sometimes tensions run high. Like most arguments, it centered around miscommunication.
Anna decided to extend the first olive branch to reconciliation by sending Jenny this: