This morning I went to Kroger with a list of six items. Each of these items cost less than $4, but somehow I still managed to buy $70 worth of groceries. This is getting way out of hand. What will become of our family when I have to buy groceries for more than two people?!
I just got home from work and sat down at the computer (always first on the agenda)... and this Disney princesses website was up. Keep in mind that the computer-using inhabitants of my house are 1) Micah, who has been at work all morning, and 2) Daniel. Do you think I need to stage some sort of intervention?
Soooo... remember how I said I was organizing my thoughts and preparing to post about something serious? Let's just pretend that never happened, okay? Because I thought about that whole serious post for long enough that I resolved it in my head, thus eliminating the need (for me, anyway) to write the post at all.
Instead, I want to tell you two things. One is mildly entertaining; the other is nothing short of earth-shattering. Let's begin.
#1. This afternoon, my dear husband asked me to go on a walk with him. As usual, we wove (weaved? too lazy to check on that one) through the streets of our subdivision. Because we just love to walk past dozens of houses that look exactly like ours. Except with better landscaping. So we were about halfway through our walk when a school bus drove up behind us and dropped a kid off at his house. Then as the bus drove past us, we looked in one of the windows -- AND WE WERE BULLIED BY A LITTLE KID!
For real. This kid was probably in second or third grade, and he was scowling at us and making a fist. Like this, except with only one fist:
This scenario was enormously amusing to me, though it would probably be less amusing if I were his mother. Or his teacher. Or in second or third grade.
#2. I love breakfast cereal. [Why did I just specify the breakfast part? Is there any other kind of cereal I would be talking about? Do I think you would be confused and assume that I was professing my love for that rice cereal stuff that babies eat?] I thought for several years that the ultimate cereal was Kellogg's Cracklin' Oat Bran. Despite its unappealing name and cat-food-like appearance, this stuff is the bomb.
Cracklin' Oat Bran is oh so very tasty and nutritious (I think?), which is almost all I can ask for in a cereal, breakfast or otherwise. But COB (I almost gave it the nickname "The Crack" but thought better of it) has one tragically tragic flaw: it is very, very expensive.
So imagine my delight when I recently encountered a cereal that satisfies my desire for deliciousness, vitamin and mineral fortifiedness, AND price reasonableness! BEHOLD:
Total Cinnamon Crunch. It tastes like Cinnamon Toast Crunch, but it has 100%'s by all the good stuff on the nutrition label. Go buy yourself a box right now. It's so good that you might even forgive me for this ridiculously lame post.
I have a serious post a-brewin' in my head, but the lure of a Sunday afternoon nap is strong today, and my brain has turned to mush. So until I am able to see straight and form coherent sentences, I'll leave you with some pictures. Hip, hip, hooray!
(l-r) Angela, me, Rebecca, Whitney
See? Very grown up.My Granddad, an octogenarian as of this year, is an internet superstar. Click here to see an adorable picture of him at the park feeding geese. This might be the happiest I have ever seen him look in a picture -- though Grandmomma is quick to point out that he was asked to pose for this, lest anyone should think he really spends his spare time giddily feeding the geese at the park by himself. Still, you can't help but smile at that picture. Makes me a little homesick.
While Pier 1 is pleasant and allows me to pretend to have decorating skills, it provides me with zero benefits. Unless you count NOT BEING CONSUMED BY MY JOB as a benefit. So I'm trying to take advantage of my medical insurance from the ol' teaching job before it expires at the end of this month.
Last week I went to my doctor and got some drugs I should have started taking months ago. But this week is when the real fun started. I've started visiting a chiropractor because of some nasty tension headaches I've had basically every day for the last year or so. My own remedy of taking handfuls of Ibuprofen every day has worked pretty well, but methinks this is not so good for the internal organs. I have gone to the chiropractor twice since Monday for consultations and x-rays -- and a heavenly 38-minute massage (aaaaaaahhhhh) -- all for the price of a teensy co-pay. And the nice little chiropractor man knows I only have good insurance for a few more weeks, so he assures me that we can get a handle on my headaches by then. And that means more massages. Aaaaaaahhhhh.
I have a new job. At Pier 1. Unfortunately, my income is drastically smaller than it used to be, so I can't really take advantage of my sweet employee discount. But some of you might be getting some stylish home decor this Christmas.
One of the funniest things about this job so far is that customers will ask me questions about decorating or entertaining as if I really had some expertise in these areas. I guess that snazzy blue apron is deceiving because I DO NOT HAVE EXPERTISE IN THESE AREAS. Ask me about grammar, and I'm all over it. Literary analysis? Okay. But ask me what pillows you should buy for the couch in your living room, and my opinion is just a step or two above WORTHLESS. So it's pretty amusing to me that people will actually listen to the very much not expert opinions I give them. In fact, in the short span of time I've had this job, literally hundreds of dollars have been spent based on my recommendations. I might have more power now than I did back when I was molding the minds of America's youth. Scary on so many levels, right?