The Pain of Calendars

After reading Bill's blog about missing his imprited Mets calendar, I knew I had to share my pain as well. Two years ago, I went to a Rascal Flatts concert with Danielle, who used to work in our art department. They had just released their 2008 wall calendar and I, being of the midset that I refuse to buy promotional merchandise because it's far too expensive, caved. Not only did I buy one of the imprinted calendars I also bought a t-shirt, a picture (why?), and a pair of sweatpants. Thinking back, it was nice to have money to blow on stuff like that. Now being that I have a nice fat rent bill every month, my finances are little bit more carefully scrutinized.

Regardless, my purchases were great. I sleep in my t-shirt all the time, my sweats (currently on loan to my darling friend Megan) are great for the gym and the picture...well I haven't done anything with that. But my calendar, that was my favorite. It was absolutely perfect. Not only was it useful, but it was just so darn atrractive that I loved it. And when 2008 ended, I refused to take it down. So it's still hanging up and I refuse to replace it. Trust me, we've got plenty of custom wall calendars for me to choose from, but I don't care. I like having my boys nearby. And the amount of times people look at it, and then yell at me for confusing them...well that's just too many too count. I was told to buy a New Kids on the Block one on eBay or find a new Rascal Flatts one, and I've tried, but really nothing can compare. I'm a creature of habit. So just don't expect to get the correct date when you come in the Bungalow, unless you ask Carolina or the other Sarah. You can expect to see some good looking guys (between the RF calendar and my giant New Kids on the Block button). And as far as anyone getting mad at me for incorrect information, I'll have you know the calendar was wrong even when it was the right year! But it's ok Gary, Jay, and Joe Don...I still love you.