?

Log in

No account? Create an account
whatever happens

April 2017

S M T W T F S
      1
2345678
9101112131415
16171819202122
23242526272829
30      
Powered by LiveJournal.com
whatever happens

Random thoughts.

I wonder if there's another place besides Texas where they name their sons Judge or Noble? I remember one woman mentioning (often) her friendship with a prominent local guy called Judge Fife(?), and it took me months before I figured out the guy had nothing to do with the law.

I saw a guy today in Wal Mart. 20-something. Goth look, dressed all in black, black spiky hair. Long sideburns. Earring. Biker boots. Leather. And comfortably holding a sleeping infant against his shoulder. I mean, that's just wrong. Except in Texas, apparently!

This really was a day of mini-disasters for me. And I only went grocery shopping at Wal Mart. But...
* Couldn't find a handicapped spot.
* Wanted a new toaster. Found one I liked. The computer at the cash register refused to sell it to me.
* I wanted 8 chicken fingers dinners. I got 6, plus 2 fish stick dinners. They look very similar, and someone had apparently stuck them in with the chicken. Have I ever mentioned that I hate fish?
* The bag of dog food broke as I pulled it out of the cart and spilled dog food all over the ground and in my trunk.
* I got a handy new teapot for Christmas and wanted tea for it. Forgot it.
* I wrote the check for $5 over, to give my roomie cash to pick up my prescription next week. The woman forgot to give it to me, and I didn't notice.
* With the rack for shopping carts only about 8 feet away, someone put their cart right behind my car.

Comments

I called about the $5, and I'll probably get it.

As for the toaster, no. The computer refused to allow it to be sold. I never got it. Randi says it's probably because it was a promotional item, the promotion was over, but they hadn't taken the stock off the shelves yet. It's OK though, because as it turned out, I'd overspent my budget anyway, so I didn't need it. My current toaster was cheap, and is a real pain, but it does work. Sorta.
Of course they put the cart behind your car. It's like a given. Just like when you park right beside the cart section, they leave it in the space beside it. Walk a foot a way? Pffft.

toasters

The only decent toaster out there is Proctor/Silex -- Consumer Reports recommended it. They said the $15-$20 Proctor/Silex model worked better than some $70 models they tested. Based on CR's recommendation we bought one and are quite happy with it -- it makes consistent toast each time, UNLIKE the Toastmaster we used to have that either burnt the bread or left it white... Toastmaster stunk. Proctor/Silex rules and was dirt cheap!

Some days are cluster-F'ed and the best response is to go home and hide under the sheets. (If you get lucky, Spike might hide there with you....now that'd improve things, wouldn't it?)

I'm giving you the surrounded by idiots icon because it sounds like it sums up your day.
Never until I moved to Virginia did I believe there were actually people in the world named 'Bubba'.

I know some punks who are awfully good parents... a buddy of mine, who is a fantastic father, is a huge guy with earring all down the rim of both ears and he's friends with the band 'Lamb of God'. His kids are sweet, polite, intelligent little girls. The older one loves reading and writing (The younger one's only about four). You just never know, really. Punk and goth are kind of two different things though. I've known a lot of true punks, and they're all intellectuals. All old punks by today's standards, but, yeah...

Clearly Wal-Mart has it in for you.
I've never heard of anyone named "Judge", but Wes went to school with a guy named "Noble Castle". Yeah. That really was his name.

20-something. Goth look, dressed all in black, black spiky hair. Long sideburns. Earring. Biker boots. Leather. And comfortably holding a sleeping infant against his shoulder. I mean, that's just wrong. Except in Texas, apparently!

Nah. I've seen guys like that all over the place here. :)

Oh, I would have puked died if I'd got fish sticks mixed in with my chicken fingers. Love chicken fingers. Hate fish.

Shopping at Wal-Mart is always such a pleasure. Not.
"Judge" is an incredibly confusing name.
I find unlikely father figures to be incredibly sexy, myself... ^.^