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Don’t be sneaky, shop at home

by John Suhr

Christmas shopping time is here and that means it’s time to seem like you are being sneaky. But just like you, there are others being just as sneaky when it comes to not shopping at home.

While I am an advocate of shop at home first, I hope you will keep these few tidbits in mind when you shop online. When looking for that perfect gift, you may be tempted to follow an email link, although you need to be aware that link may take you to an entirely different site and not to the business you thought you were looking at.

Be leary of deep discounts. My rule of thumb is if it sounds to good to be true then it more than likely is and you should not get it online.

To those who cannot find what you are looking for in Day County, when you do make that purchase, use a credit card. It is easier to dispute the charges. In this day and age people like to use the latest technology to pay for their purchases. Make sure your software is up-to-date. Don’t download unfamiliar apps. Remember there are many fake sites out there.

It was interesting reading a recent news item about how big retailers would rather see you in their stores than shopping online.

But know something else, small town merchants would like to see you even more. There is less worry about fraud and reading the fine print or worry about delivery dates. You don’t need to know how much shipping and handling fees are.

No matter where you go, keep your receipts as it will help should you need to make an exchange. Also, if you do use plastic, keep an eye on your statements to make sure things are adding up.

Even South Dakota Attorney General Marty Jackley made this statement, “Along with those traditional shopping methods consumers also need to proceed with caution when dealing with online retailers.”

So if you must shop out of town, shop with care and caution.



Be still in the busyness this season

by Amanda Fanger


There’s something to be said of standing in line or sitting in the lobby of some place before an appointment.

It drives me crazy.

Especially if I’m facing something like eight hours worth of work and less than half that time is allotted.

If you can’t tell, I tend to be an impatient type of person more often than not. Seems I always need to know what’s going on and when, why such and such thing hasn’t happened yet and what I should be doing in the meantime. Although I often discover there is nothing I can do, I still feel like a hummingbird or a bee buzzing around from flower to flower, trying to accomplish everything on my to-do list and get upset when something stops me from doing so.

Wiser folks than I say there’s a lesson to be learned when one finds themselves in a situation where nothing can be done but wait.

One of those lessons is patience.

It’s something I need to practice more, for sure, but it’s no lie that you gain it by waiting.

Just as running builds an athlete’s endurance, so waiting does the same for tolerance. I have to remind myself to be intentional in those moments of loitering.

Being intentional about waiting, to me, means facing that anxiety inside, the agitation and aggression that is building up within and coming to a point of peace, realizing there is nothing more to be done at that particular moment. I have to be okay with that. Let go and let God, as the saying goes.

Keeping the bigger picture in mind helps, too.

Sometimes I think I equate waiting with not being a normal thing. I remember a particular time in my life when turmoil seemed to strike my family from every angle. One family member posed the question: “When will things ever return to normal?” as if normal were a social ranking from which we had been removed and our lives should hinge on returning to that status.

This thought struck me then: What if this is normal? What if the only thing any of us actually have control over is our reaction to a situation?

That moment has served me well since then in helping me be intentional about waiting. I found a sense of peace in learning that I have power, if not in the doing, then in the forced lingering.

Scripture instructs us to take time to “be still” (Psalm 46:10) for the purpose of better things. So maybe in this season of year-end busyness it’s actually a blessing when we’re made to wait.




A special holiday message to my

beloved Green Bay Packer fans

by Emre K. Erku

This message is brought to you in part by the Boys and Girls Club of Packer Hatred, the Inhumane to Green Bay Society and the Rotary Foundation of Vikings Unit-ed. All proceeds will go to the Renaming of the Lombardi Trophy to the Bud Grant Diamond Movement. Reader discretion is advised.


Why must you cheeseheads keep bleeding me dry of all my hopes and dreams? You maliciously attack my soul with complete disregard for human dignity. Soon enough, folks, if you aren’t careful this charade you guys are pulling will escalate into such a sports depression the devoted fans of a fruitless Minnesota Vikings team will exhibit a complete change in social behavior.

If these vicious Packers keep winning by 30-13 scores, no longer will America care about the National Football League’s black and blue division. Instead of showing our horns and screaming SKOL at every turn, we’ll simply spend our Sunday afternoons learning how to cook the most exquisite sorbets while watching games of New Zealand squash and cricket. We’ll be inevitably brainwashed into believing Monday nights are only reserved for drooling over dull sitcoms and teaching our youth the power of bad acting. The times will change dramatically.
NFL commissioner Roger Godell will plead with the head honchos in Milwaukee, Stevens Point, Madison, Menomonie and the rest of Wisconsin’s highly attractive cities to stop rooting for a team that completely demoralizes an entire fan base. Work will be missed, the economy will dwindle, schools will shut down.

I mean, have you ever spent your entire life loving a team without them winning a Super Bowl? It’s a tragedy that needs to be addressed with the utmost attention.

You’ve been spoiled for too long, my beloved cheeseheads. Star quarterback after star quarterback; star receiver after star receiver... It’s not fair!

Where’s my long-lived decades of Bart Starr, Brett Favre and Aaron Rodgers? When’s it going to be OUR turn?

Seriously, when you think about it, if I had a championship trophy devoted to my name you think my ghost would allow the Packers to win?

With great regret I say this: The Packers have gotten the best of me.

Signed, your glory deprived writer,


Fiksdal Funeral Home

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