Wal Mart

O.K., Dy, you are a genius! A bumper buddy is just what I need!

Waving wildly to Karen. SO good to hear from you. You've got mail.

Dy and Lynette, thanks for the nice comments. I envisioned well meaning ladies everywhere reading about our backyard adventures, and gasping, while uttering a barely audible "Good God", right before clicking quickly to another blog.

In further efforts to get things under control a bit here at home, I have started using Saving Dinner This is the only thing that I have been able to successfully use to keep us eating fairly healthy, and AT HOME. With all of the running around that we do in the late afternoons, it is just too easy to stop and grab something.
So, with my list in hand, I headed to Wal-Mart. I used to shop at Wal- Mart all the time. I HAD to shop at Wal-Mart all the time. Saving $$$ was like breathing. Since then, convenience has taken the place of saving $$$, so I haven’t been to the old Wal-Mart in awhile. I went today. Things have changed. All of the employees that I interacted with today (while they were speeding away from me in their “May I help you?” vests) were all but comatose. Well, except for the nasty, disgusting, freezer-putter-awayer-guy, who STILL remembers me from when we used to come in, and is still in luuuuuuuvvv. Sick. This guy totally creeps me out. And as KathyJo says over at Barefoot Meandering this guy better never approach me on the “dark side” of my suburban in the parking lot, or he is getting a hard kick to the crotch.
Oh, and also, the bitter woman whom I was fortunate enough to have as my cashier. I don’t know if y’all know this or not, but they “don’t have enough room to stand” behind there, and sometimes,(use your gravest victim voice here) “people come through here, not payin’one bit of attention to what they’re doin” and they just spin the cart, and it catches me right HERE….happens every day” (O.K., I admit, I had to stifle a little laugh here). While scanning my boys’ baseball cards, she informs me that she would LOVE to have “them horse cards” but apparently Jerry Falwell has crushed THAT dream for her. (???!!!) This had something to do with off track horse betting, but I really couldn’t follow. Why, oh WHY didn’t I use the self check-out?

Hey, and how about that guy out by the garden center door. Man. I’d like to have his job. He sits in a chair holding a yellow marker. When you go through, with your arms full of mums……..he …….MARKS it. He also remarked that the sound of my shoes (I wore flip-flops) woke him up. But, hey, he never dropped that marker! No sirreee, he never dropped that marker.

So, anyway, I ain’t goin’ back. Not because I’m on that whole “Boycott Wal-Mart” bandwagon,(sometimes I get claustrophobic on those wagons) but because I don’t like it. I don’t like it one bit. The old Food Dog ( meaning Food Lion, but the picture on the sign actually looks like a dog, so that’s what WE call it), will have to be good enough for me. Sure wish we would get a Ukrops! Man, they still take your groceries to your car!

Over heard today:
Jack (Loudly,from the backseat of the car): "Oh, MAN!!! THAT WAS SOooo SCARY!!! There was this HUuuuuge guy, with no shirt, and he was allll smoooothe, and he was on his mower! Oh, sick! Did y'all see that?"

(sigh)Where DO they get it from?? (*blink*blink*)

Cheers!
Melissa