Posts from the ‘ramblings’ Category

Did I seriously just say that?

Driving my son to school, I realized I had forgotten to tell him something.  It was nothing super important or urgent, just something I thought might interest him:  “Oh, I meant to tell you, I harvested some zombies for you earlier.”

As the words were coming out of my mouth, I realized it was a ridiculously absurd thing to say.  Yet, there it was.  And it was true.  After my son blandly responded with an “oh, thanks,” I said, “Did you hear what I just said?” — not in the way I generally use that phrase, as in “I know you are not listening to me at all, that is so annoying, listen to me now!!!” — it was more along the lines of “Holy smokes, did you hear how crazy your mom is?!”  Luckily, my son found the humor in it, and we had a fun little laugh.  Sadly, however, my son realllly thought it was funny so he then subjected the first person we saw as we walked into school (his former teacher) to a recital of the whole story.  Somehow, the teacher did not think it was all that funny.  I guess the teacher had never heard of the game Zombie Farm.  I mean, geez, get with it already!


better excuse for plastic bags

Why didn’t I think of this before?  I should have told the guy at Trader Joe’s that I needed plastic bags because I use them to clean-up after our rescued cat and rescued dog!  Oh well, maybe I’ll remember next time to say that or just to keep my mouth shut.


Plastic bags needed for poop clean-up, please.

Grocery Guilt

I was not born to blog (sorry El).  I know this because I was born waaaaay before blogging.  So I am not sure why I am trying this, but I guess why not, right?

Here’s my first written blog, or post, or whatever it’s called:

I went to Trader Joe’s today (that’s a pretty boring first line, sorry).  As I almost always do, I left all my re-useable grocery bags in the car.  So, when I was checking out, I felt guilty about not bringing in my bags.  Not as guilty as I would have felt if I were at Whole Foods or a farmer’s market, but more guilty than if I had been at Ralph’s.  Because of this guilt, I told the checker that I left all my bags in the car–to explain the situation and to be sure he knew I wasn’t all that bad.  His look told me that he did not believe me.  I saw all the paper bags on the counter, and asked if he had any plastic bags.  Oops.  He did and obliged, but, this time, his look told me that I must not know of the landfill situation.  So still feeling guilty, I said I would take some paper bags as well.  Maybe that would make my plastic request not so bad?  Although now things were getting confusing.  Still trying to make up for my obvious obnoxiousness, I tried to explain that I like the plastic bags because I recycle them at home.  I reuse them to throw out our baby’s diapers.  Oops again.  I am not sure what his look was telling me at that point, but it was not good.  I stopped talking and tried to help pack the paper bags that I didn’t really want.  I messed that up too, but won’t bore you with it.

I left with my basket full of an assortment of plastic and paper bags, vowing to be a better, more considerate shopper next time.  I loaded everything in my car, which I had parked across the street because the Trader Joe’s parking lot is always so ridiculously busy and stressful.  And I left the basket there.  Sigh.  I think it was a good thing I could no longer see the checker’s face.