<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><entry xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582134.post-7841579664165272827</id><published>2006-12-19T11:46:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-12-19T11:47:42.721Z</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Online Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px" height="240" src="http://oliphantparts.org/photos/emmett_scream.jpg" width="161" align="left"&gt; From around the age of 18 till today - I have never liked to shop.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This isn't terribly unique - few men do, but I loath the idea except when I occasionally wish to buy&amp;nbsp;a new piece of electronics.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Don't get me wrong, it's not about the money.&amp;nbsp; I like to buy presents; hell, I like to buy expensive presents for Alissa and my family.&amp;nbsp; Even a friend or two if the moment is right.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What I dislike are the crowds, the out-of-stock heavily advertised products, the ignorant salespeople, the bright-chipper sales people, almost everything that revolves around this process.&amp;nbsp; Interestingly, I like to grocery shop because it's a chance to find new foods, new things and it's normally around an hour process, as opposed to numerous hours of looking for the right present.&amp;nbsp; Plus I get a buggy as a weapon during the grocery process - 5 extra points for the crying kid ...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My family and friends all up-gifted (similar word camp as up-skilled, but not similar to up-yours) when I got married.&amp;nbsp; A promise of a beer the next time we're out, a coffee mug from the last open gas station, and bags stapled as wrapping paper were replaced by thoughtful, well-wrapped presents that actually had bows and Christmas cards.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hell, even my presents got better.&amp;nbsp; My normal present to myself was a bottle of wine that I used to 'ply myself with alcohol' as encouragement to wrap what few presents I did buy.&amp;nbsp; AC-DC's Christmas album on the box and four glasses of wine later and they were done (so was I).&amp;nbsp; Now, I get thoughtful presents that leave less of a headache the next morning.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I guess with marriage (my loving and patient wife Alissa) one would say that my world was almost complete.&amp;nbsp; Loving wife and presents for most people taken care of and wrapped.&amp;nbsp; This&amp;nbsp;took care of almost every part of the Christmas experience.&amp;nbsp; But, there are&amp;nbsp;a few presents that she just can't buy - like her own and I've made a specialty of finding clever gifts for Christian. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today, I was going to go downtown to look for presents, but a flash of brilliance took me to Amazon and a few other sites - to just look.&amp;nbsp; But the prices were in dollars, and almost all my credit cards are working.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Online shopping - oh yes.&amp;nbsp; An hour later and all my shopping needs were sorted and shipped.&amp;nbsp; A few presents were wrapped for me&amp;nbsp;but others I left to my own devices.&amp;nbsp; Alissa deserves the very best. :) No staples but plenty of tape.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My world is now complete.&amp;nbsp; Happy Day.&amp;nbsp; Wife, presents for others, and good presents for her without fighting snotty nosed adults, kids and salespeople.&amp;nbsp; May have to go get me a glass of wine to celebrate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582134-7841579664165272827?l=www.abigpond.com/blogger.html' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582134/7841579664165272827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582134&amp;postID=7841579664165272827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582134/posts/default/7841579664165272827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582134/posts/default/7841579664165272827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.abigpond.com/2006/12/power-of-online-shopping.html' title='The Power of Online Shopping'/><author><name>Al Martine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11431931961778606625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry>
