Sunday, February 12, 2006
Friday, February 10, 2006
All Blogged Up
Well, I just watched the finale of "Arrested Development". I honestly don't understand how people can watch the crap that is on tv and not watch this amazing show. I sure hope it finds another life. It really is/was brilliant.
Anyway, it's high time for a nice big entry.
More on crazy people: Yesterday I went to Best Buy to get my husband's Valentine's present. In line I thought I heard f@#*. And yes, I did hear f@#* over and over and over. There was a femme black guy with long twirly dreads wearing a belt with bling that Ivana Trump would blush at. Apparently he confronted some customer who he thought had stolen something and tried to return it. Bling Boy I guess was told, "What the f@#* are you looking at?" And he came over to the two cashiers --someone and Tenille-- to tell them all about it. He said f at least a dozen times. Ah, good times.
Today I was in Shoppers Food Warehouse - wait, I have a good excuse. I went to Target to get a snow shovel because we are expecting quite a storm. But Target wasn't open yet, so I figured I'd stock up on, you know, bread, milk & toilet paper. Actually I was looking for Rondele cheese but they don't know what that is at Shoppers Food Warehouse.
I passed through the bread department empty-handed - which is totally off the charts radical for me, but I couldn't bring myself to pick up any of the white bread Wonder-style shaped into "French bread" or such. The chicken was pretty scary too. Forget about Perdue chicken breasts. Too fancy for Shoppers Food Warehouse.
Anyway, I headed to the registers when I was pretty sure Target was open. That's where I saw a security guard paging through some tabloids. After a while, her cellphone rang with a voice ringtone that said, "Happy New Year, bitch." Luscious. It did this about 6 times before she got to it. Fab.
I am psyched about the impending snow storm, but why the hell does it have to be on a weekend? What the heck do I have to do to get a nice Tuesday-Friday storm? Where's that blizzard of '79 or 93? I do love snow, but the older I get, the more I think about things like how I'm going to safely get back and forth to work on my bald tires.
I'm watching the beginning of the Olympics now. The Slovenians look pretty snazzy.
Anyway, it's high time for a nice big entry.
More on crazy people: Yesterday I went to Best Buy to get my husband's Valentine's present. In line I thought I heard f@#*. And yes, I did hear f@#* over and over and over. There was a femme black guy with long twirly dreads wearing a belt with bling that Ivana Trump would blush at. Apparently he confronted some customer who he thought had stolen something and tried to return it. Bling Boy I guess was told, "What the f@#* are you looking at?" And he came over to the two cashiers --someone and Tenille-- to tell them all about it. He said f at least a dozen times. Ah, good times.
Today I was in Shoppers Food Warehouse - wait, I have a good excuse. I went to Target to get a snow shovel because we are expecting quite a storm. But Target wasn't open yet, so I figured I'd stock up on, you know, bread, milk & toilet paper. Actually I was looking for Rondele cheese but they don't know what that is at Shoppers Food Warehouse.
I passed through the bread department empty-handed - which is totally off the charts radical for me, but I couldn't bring myself to pick up any of the white bread Wonder-style shaped into "French bread" or such. The chicken was pretty scary too. Forget about Perdue chicken breasts. Too fancy for Shoppers Food Warehouse.
Anyway, I headed to the registers when I was pretty sure Target was open. That's where I saw a security guard paging through some tabloids. After a while, her cellphone rang with a voice ringtone that said, "Happy New Year, bitch." Luscious. It did this about 6 times before she got to it. Fab.
I am psyched about the impending snow storm, but why the hell does it have to be on a weekend? What the heck do I have to do to get a nice Tuesday-Friday storm? Where's that blizzard of '79 or 93? I do love snow, but the older I get, the more I think about things like how I'm going to safely get back and forth to work on my bald tires.
I'm watching the beginning of the Olympics now. The Slovenians look pretty snazzy.
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