On occasion, I love me some Wal Mart. Just today I found a portable Crayola art easel for more then $5 less then Toys R Us and Target. Household supplies are usually cheaper and they have some pretty good smelly candles. BUT, why is it that *every* Wal Mart attracts certain types of people? Don't act all high & mighty...you know who I'm talking about. Mullet Man...and Woman. Woman wearing size 10 pants when she should be in a size 20 and insists on flaunting her tramp stamp. Bra-less old lady. Butt-crack man. Pregnant smoker out front. Oh and don't forget the lazy-eyed greeter.
By shocking contrast, the city that this Wal Mart is located is actually a little highfalutin. Million dollar homes and Mercedes abound. There is another Wal Mart about 5 miles away in a more middle class area. Why are the carnies coming to the this particular Wal Mart? It isn't stocked any better, isn't any cleaner, the parking is just as bad. What's the draw? Why do I care? I guess I had nothing else to contemplate today.
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
New shoes!
Just got these new shoes and have to share the love. I had originally ordered them in tan but they were a bit too orangey so I exchanged them for brown.
Eric Michael Women's Helen Palmira Sandal. I stalked the on Endless for months waiting for this color to go on sale and then Amazon marked them down. They are incredibly comfortable and cross that line between wedges and flats. I ordered a full size up per reviews I had read and they fit perfectly. Hmmm....maybe I should get black or red or green or....
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
A month
I am terrible at this blogging thing. It's not like I don't have a lot to say...I have plenty...just need to put it somewhere on a regular basis.
So...The Bachelorette...she's so annoying. I got past all the boys getting out of the limo and then fell asleep during the commercal break. I woke up again to Skipper (what I will be referring to her as from now on because she reminds me of Barbie's annoying little sister) trying nudge the drunk guy awake. I turned off the TV and went to sleep for good. Now I will have to waste part of tonight attempting to watch it again, meaning I'll have to skip Teen Mom 3, which means my whole night-time couch time will be thrown off completely. Ugh. I think I may have to watch something during the day tomorrow while the little one naps.
So this past weekend, the fam all went to a kids' birthday party in Bel Air. The party was held in the back yard of the parents' house which is really not a backyard because it's basically a deck that wraps around the back of the house, which I believe is on stilts. Anxiety level...2-3. As we step out onto the deck, anxiety is raised to a level 9 as I see a large pen pool filled with huge kid-enticing beach balls and inflatable pool toys. No lifeguard - but hey there is a bartender serving margaritas and rum concoctions. Anxiety level 11. There was not a single activity for the kids to do except run around the open pool and try to reach enticing inflatable toys. The birthday kid is turning 4 and it's great that said kid can swim, but c'mon -you have to know that 80% of the kids you invited are probably not experienced swimmers. In retrospect, I probably should have left the littlest Berg at home, but I wanted to whole family to have some time together. Well, that was clearly not going to happen as Damon was always on top of one kid and I was always tailing another. Then things got weird. I don't know quite how to explain it, except that they array of party-goers scared me. I just got that 'yucky' vibe. It was just a very dark ambiance. I had to question why some of these people were even there. We stayed about and hour and half and then took the kids home to give them a good scrubbing. Remember the shower scene in Silkwood? That was me after I got the kids to bed.
So...The Bachelorette...she's so annoying. I got past all the boys getting out of the limo and then fell asleep during the commercal break. I woke up again to Skipper (what I will be referring to her as from now on because she reminds me of Barbie's annoying little sister) trying nudge the drunk guy awake. I turned off the TV and went to sleep for good. Now I will have to waste part of tonight attempting to watch it again, meaning I'll have to skip Teen Mom 3, which means my whole night-time couch time will be thrown off completely. Ugh. I think I may have to watch something during the day tomorrow while the little one naps.
So this past weekend, the fam all went to a kids' birthday party in Bel Air. The party was held in the back yard of the parents' house which is really not a backyard because it's basically a deck that wraps around the back of the house, which I believe is on stilts. Anxiety level...2-3. As we step out onto the deck, anxiety is raised to a level 9 as I see a large pen pool filled with huge kid-enticing beach balls and inflatable pool toys. No lifeguard - but hey there is a bartender serving margaritas and rum concoctions. Anxiety level 11. There was not a single activity for the kids to do except run around the open pool and try to reach enticing inflatable toys. The birthday kid is turning 4 and it's great that said kid can swim, but c'mon -you have to know that 80% of the kids you invited are probably not experienced swimmers. In retrospect, I probably should have left the littlest Berg at home, but I wanted to whole family to have some time together. Well, that was clearly not going to happen as Damon was always on top of one kid and I was always tailing another. Then things got weird. I don't know quite how to explain it, except that they array of party-goers scared me. I just got that 'yucky' vibe. It was just a very dark ambiance. I had to question why some of these people were even there. We stayed about and hour and half and then took the kids home to give them a good scrubbing. Remember the shower scene in Silkwood? That was me after I got the kids to bed.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Easter Sunday
It's been like every other Sunday around here (with the exception of Easter baskets). Davin & I made off to the Farmer's Market while Daddy & Fiona napped. When we came home we joined in the couch-potato-ness and watched movies. It's been cloudy all day and even rained a bit at the market - so we've cozied up under blankets, played pirates & dragons, read trashy magazines (me), napped even more (Daddy) and made a massive mess of the family room (guess who). Damon got take-out pasta, pj's were put on, Caliou was watched...and now the kids are in bed! I've cleaned the kitchen, but the family room is strewn with coloring books, stray socks and pirate men. Just the way I like it. Sunday Funday.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Sunday=Sick day!
The little man has a stomach bug. Precious. I've gotten him Avgolemono soup, saltines, popsicles, jello and pear juice. He threw up the popsicle almost immediately. Nice. I just don't want the Duchess to get sick too. Babies and vomit is just a sad thing.
The Oscars are on tonight and I am prepared with Girl Scout Cookies and a nice triple creme brie along with a baguette and apples. I think I have only seen 1 or 2 of the best picture noms, but it's all abut the fashion anyway, right? Speaking of fashion, I am watching Clueless for about the gazillionth time and am still in love with fashion circa 1995. Bring it back people!
The Oscars are on tonight and I am prepared with Girl Scout Cookies and a nice triple creme brie along with a baguette and apples. I think I have only seen 1 or 2 of the best picture noms, but it's all abut the fashion anyway, right? Speaking of fashion, I am watching Clueless for about the gazillionth time and am still in love with fashion circa 1995. Bring it back people!
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