Dear Save A Lot Grocery Store,
I’m sorry I’ve judge thee over the years. With the onset of owning “the American Dream” we have yet to go careless grocery shopping. Yippee. Our favorite. Once upon a time, it was no problem to blow $130+ on goodies for our bellies.
No kids. No pets. No worries. No problem.
It’s funny how quickly things can change.
You buy a house. You count your pennies.
Today was our first experience in cautious grocery shopping. The experience was positive and one step toward something new. We were able to buy everything to our hearts content and then some. Plus, we saved $30-$40 bones.
Now, if I could only get the hang of coupons.
Let’s Be Adult About This
Every household should have one cup per person, with their name etched on it, and as you grow, your cup grows too.
Why in the world do we need 37 cups in 24 different shapes and sizes if there are only two dwellers of a home? Why can’t I rinse out my milk glass and have it transform into my water glass. Why can’t my water glass BE my diet pop glass. The madness needs to come to an end.
This is a serious matter.
I shall put on my cleaning cape and try to tackle this feat.
OR — I could always put er’ on the New Years Resolution list and get crackin’ first thing 2013.
It’s 11:30 and I am already two cups in for the day!
What is wrong with me?
I finally saw Batman - The Dark Knight Rises - and can I just say that Joseph Gordon Levitt grew up to be a very sexy man.
Here’s an odd fact about me. I like the shape of a mans head. I’m into a hairy chest, but a good shape of the head, the nape of the neck, the way the hair on the back of the neck meets the head — Lordy! Woo.
JGL has a nice head and his extremities aren’t that bad either. Keep doing your thing my man. You and that sexy head are making a name for yourself.
It’s a long way from my favorite boy alien Tommy, but I’m digging what your workin’ with. And please, by all means, film a trilogy about Robin the boy wonder. As many movies as you and your head can make is alright with me.
Confessions of a GF home alone.
The bf is out of town. When this happens (rather rare) I shut and lock our bedroom door. A really strange part of me imagines some crazed person (or zombie, or monster, or homeless man) busting down my door and - er - looking at me while I sleep? This, of course, is impossible as you need a key to enter the apartment building and then a key (or axe) to get into my front door.
Somewhere between Eurekas Castle!, Scooby Doo and becoming an adult, my brain forgot to unplug the imagination button. So, here I sit at 27 watching cartoons (to keep things lighthearted and positive) with my bedroom door locked.
You Get What You Pay For!
It has come to my attention, post tiding up around la casa, that there is one thing in this life that you must pay full price for. You must not go cheap. You must not nickle and dime it. And that my folks is your standard American trash bags!
Once upon a time I thought I would call it what it was a get trash bags from the Dollar Tree, but with that dollar came holes and double bagging. Since the days of my horrific purchase making skills, I have wised up and spent my extra dollar well and followed my heart to what the commercials say, “Don’t get mad! Get Glad!
So there you have it. An adult discovery while adulting around and cleaning my home.
Just A Ray of F*&$*#! Sunshine
I couldn’t be more content than if I were spitting rose peddles into a pot of gold.
Sometimes I log into my Tumblr to fill my text box with moments of Deja Vu, vent about nothing at all or comment of my weight loss progress and yet here I am yearning to write something - anything really - and I cannot. You know why? Shit’s cake. Somewhere along the road of life, I came to a fork. Left gave you the shits of life and right was, well, right - right?!
I’m not asking for a ball of flame to bust through my door and present me with grief to write about - I’ve actually had enough of that, thank you very much. It’s just for the first time in a long time - GASP - I have nothing to say and I could literally ramble on about how peachy my world is. And It’s Monday. Right, I know! I am healthy, I love my job, I gotta’ good man, family and friends are well…
— But who wants to read about that??
For a while, life was always dramatic. If it wasn’t school or work then it was boys or friends. Maybe I’ve reached the point in my life where some crap just isn’t worth the fight, spat, conversation or trouble. I have a couple things that if I could push the green light on and wave a magic wand, I would, but I have no wand, I lack the magic and I gots no balls to push the green light — therefore, I wait. BUT. ENOUGH. OF. THE. UNKNOWN.
I guess I should think of a way to redirect my blog and thoughts if life is going to continue going so smoothly cause seriously, who wants to read Cinderella’s diary? Psh. No one. I think we’d all like to get down on what the Queen of Hearts is thinking.
And there it is. All I’ve got. If only the cloud would part and the sun would shine.
Oh, lord. I think I’ve just aged.
Is 27 the point of adulting?