Yes, that family was in the cereal aisle. Dad was driving the cart, inexpertly. Hey, it’s not like there aren’t tons of women who also suck at food foraging–there are. But today, I saw more MEN in the store than in Boy’s Town. Very odd.
And of course I didn’t go yesterday because I didn’t want the church crowd (stupid people all dressed up).
Oh, and I forgot to put this in: that lil phone in your ear? It looks stupid. And I really doubt your conversation is SO vital that you must complete it while shopping. I overheard one woman bitching about her mother on her Bluetooth. She said nothing I haven’t said about my own–difference is, I said mine in the privacy of my own home, to ONE friend. Now most of my town knows this woman can’t stand her mother! :eek:
Off to Borders because I’m a masochist…
I have a $50.00 gift card for Borders and am debating whether I should use it today or wait until next weekend.
I need some new books, but haven’t even looked to see if anything I would interested in is out. Additionally, I need some books that would help me out in my job, but I’m torn between using the card for something fun, or using the card for something that would benefit me at work.
Wow, I should get going. I keep saying that, but am having hard time being motivated to do anything.
We did the grocery thing yesterday - at the SuperWalMart - GAH!! I lost count of how many times I was just standing in the aisle waiting for the clueless to unclog. At one point, four of us were trapped by one person who parked her cart on one side and was standing in the middle of the reamining space, considering her purchase.
But that’s all behind me. And I have something to show ya! My new plant shelf!! I’ve been wanting one for ages, and today while I was cleaning, my sweetie cut up our remaining bit of plexi and screwed it to the frame. Sorry for the photo quality - it’s really sunny out, so the flash won’t. I think there’s a setting where I can force the flash, but I’m not feeling ambitious enough to figger it out.
Alright ladies, I do the shopping in this house, last time I checked, I am still a male and I do NOT exhibit any of those behaviors at the grocery store.
Ahem, MBG, I did point out that I was talking about both males and females…
It’s so nice and quiet around here. I’m truly enjoying it. I guess that’s why I can’t seem to get going. It’s so rare to have quiet moments around here.
Off to buy a chunk of bacon. I was just about to buy a small ham when the phone rang and woke me up. My first thought was, “Damn it! I was about to save some time buying that ham in the dream!” I mean, there was no line or anything.
Ol’ y’all know who does not like to grocery shop with me. He says it’s scary. See, I have a list. I know where stuff I need/want is. I’m goin’ there. Getouttatheway!!! I’m very patient at the checkout line but I want to get my stuff asap and that’s all there is to it. I don’t necessarily hate doin’ it, but to me it’s just a chore that must be done and I don’t want to waste any more time doin’ it than I have to. IsaidmoveitI’mcomin’through!!! That’s me in the grocery store.
Nice plant shelf and plant window Moooooom. My best plant window is in the dining room which is really too small for a buncha plants. Good thing I don’t have a buncha plants.
taxi interior decorator? You should use Mr. Swampington Bear. I hear he’s a very good but a bit over the top gay decorator.
gotti if UPS was bleepin’ all over da cave I’d have to get out too. Poor DH! What did he ever do to UPS?
ETA: What a shame Sho! I bet it was the best ham you’d ever seen too.
Off to make lasagna for the potluck. It’s the lasagna that garners me worship from my friends. (doggiebutler, one day we shall have a beer together, btw. ) My guyfriends aren’t really philistines - hell, most of them graduated from the same MA program I did - but sometimes they like to act like they are. :dubious: I cannot begin to count how many inappropriate jokes I hear in the course of a night of drinking.
Sorry, the hats have got to stay - it’s a requirement. How else are we to know that they’re driving on their way to and from the store? I’m with you on everything else, though.
Well, hey, got my final version of the list in (with only two changes), and I’m on my way home for a nap before the party. Good thing it’s not at our place this year, and we can leave pretty much anytime we want.
Grr, grr, grr!!! I went off to the lab to get blood drawn for my roughly annual thyroid check, and found that they’re closed today. Normally, I’d just have to wait until Wednesday, but my health insurance is being changed against my desires to a different company and I don’t have a valid ID card for the new company yet, so I have to wait some unknown time for the card to show up so I can go to the lab again. All because they think I’m trying to sneak into my doctor’s office - according to the insurance people, he’s not taking any new patients, but he’s been my doctor for nine years.
Stoopid insurance!
Halves of phone calls overheard in public that probably shouldn’t have been #2346:
“Yeah, I’ll be in detox for four weeks.”
Okay, I have been feeling guilty for quite some time because I never start an MMP.
Well, I am here to say I am now sticking my neck out and offering to do the one on a date that isn’t already taken. Just tell me what Monday, and I’ll post it.
I know, I know, it’s shocking, isn’t it? To be honest, I always feel intimidated when considering posting one. I’m half afraid it’d sink like a stone.
Still haven’t managed to accomplish much…and I don’t feel guilty about it, for once.
Sorry, rigs. I sent the guys to the grocery store today. Well, my personal guys. And I am sure that they were a pain in the butt to everyone else. They didn’t get a cart (I know because Mr. Lissar called me to explain they were having trouble carrying things, and that he couldn’t find the cider), and Driving husband circles the store relentlessly at high speed until he finds everything. But he can only find things in the perimeter of the store. Mr. Lissar wanders helplessly, his blood pressure rising. Lazy Husband gets in the way. I don’t know how Heavy Drinking and Smoking Friend copes- I know he didn’t cook at all during college, so I think maybe he’s never in grocery stores.
Attacks Husband, who wasn’t with them, is the only one who can cope.
Most of my guy friends have decent educations, they just can’t shop except for electronics and stupid movies. Mr. Lissar can’t because he’s spoiled- he married me, and I do all of it, because I like grocery shopping. This backfires sometimes.
Hey, scout! Yes, I know we’re trading off. I’d really rather watch the baby puke than do it myself. I think that makes me a heartless Bad Mother.
I should finish QD’s shirt and wash some dishes before Mr. Lissar returns from his probably stressful trip annoying rigs.
Will you come to Mpls? We need to pick out paint colors this weekend and drapes and blinds thereafter. And stuff to go on the walls. We could use some FAAAAB-u-lous in our new place.
Well, it’s 3:30 and no one’s here. My manager and boss are out today. Their boss has left. Her boss is gone. No one else who works for my boss or my boss’s boss is still here. I don’t think anyone’s even going to notice me leaving. So have a happy and safe NYE everybody!
Silly woman! I expect someone could post an MMP that says:
and we would. Plus you’re far enough west that if you post it before you go to bed on a Sunday night, it’ll be Monday Morning somewhere!
We have the van, and we’re awaiting the call that the Crossfire is ready, at which time, we’ll pay for both. I’m guessing it’ll be over $500 - we shall see.
Yes, but since it has raisins, one can claim it as a fruit exchange!
you ain’t got nuthin’ on LOUNE, baby!
what, is this a new dating website short hand?
FCM - pretty plant shelf, but dangerously accessable from nearby cat shelf… :dubious:
rigs - that’s why I use Peapod! I ain’t no dummy.
Okay - my hair is done, my tax bill is paid, my deathpool list is posted, there are 2 sixes of Mike’s in the car, all I have to do is wrap the grabbag gift and change into sumpthin’ purty. And I have 3 hours to do that. Hmmmm. Maybe I’ll nap.
Hey, I do all the shopping 'round these parts, and I don’t fit any of the criteria – I’m not even losing my hair!
**Haze **-- guys just start behavin’ funny whenever it has anything to do with balls… You know, footballs, baseballs, basketballs (wash your brain! What did you think I meant? :dubious: )
I feel pretty accomplished – two MMPs, and I only started posting here 'round mid-year!
And… it’s now officially 2008 in this Mid-Eastern corner of the world, so Happy New Year, mumpers!!
Actually, it’s a very old “bear” shorthand dating back to the pre-web Usenet era and before we could attach pictures to emails or message board postings.
Poor DH… Being our of work for nearly a month has affected his mind. He just called me on the way to the grocery store to see if we needed any last-minute things for dinner and what we should have for dinner tomorrow. Tonight will be a traditional New England “boiled” dinner. It’s really just corned beef and cabbage with more veggies. For tomorrow, I was thinking of a pork roast. DH expressed concern that our guest (who we don’t even know if they’ll stick around until dinnertime tomorrow!) likes pork or not. I’m pretty sure the guy’s an omnivore - I know for sure he eats meat. (swampy, stop that snerking!) Just not 100% sure about pork.
It does get confusing - get enough friends, especially if you want to feed them, and you have to keep track of who’s lactose intolerant, who’s vegan, who’s anaphylactic to mushrooms, who professes an allergy to chocolate, but indulges occasionally, who hates cilantro, who won’t touch anything with corn syrup in it, who’s a low-carber…
Going back to DH and puzzling over dinner plans… he asked “Isn’t corned beef pork?” :smack:
Thanks. So, refrigerate in the broth and then skim?
Actually, it was a little underwhelming, so I suppose it’s just as well.
Jew Food. Not a low-glycemic treat.
The grocery store: Might be regional. Mine was packed with old ladies tremulously clutching their carts and looking entirely lost as they created multi-cart jam-ups in every available space. I tried to remember that someday I’ll be one of them, flipping that pesky data visor off my face and peering directly yet fruitlessly at the protein patches.
Lasagna is in the oven. Ow, my back. Cooking always makes me want a smoke, which in turn kills my appetite. It’s a vicious cycle. I think I enjoy people eating what I’ve cooked more than eating it myself, though.
