Next week is supposed to be a rock music theme. I think Phil might be able to do it if he picked a "Southern Rocker" but with the others it's "Just a bit outside" their zone.
I see a lot of discontentment with the Top 6 to Top 4 thing this coming week. I kind of laugh only because I didn't wait through two hours of self-indulgent begging for bucks and filler for that. At this point an hour of Idol results is full of filler. Two hours should be a criminal act! Read a live blog recap at Ricky.org.
I missed "Shear Genius" this week. It'll be repeated a hundred times so it's not a big deal. I ordered more checks. I have one left after paying the May rent. No sign of my ordered meds yet. I might just hide in bed today. I should go up to the grocery but I just can't get into the mood for it. Nothing is particularly critical yet.
I'm not fond staying shut into the apartment for weeks at a time but being outside, milling around other people, I find even more discomforting.
The face of movie ratings for decades, Jack Valenti, has died at 85. He is in the famous photo of Johnson being sworn in aboard the airplane after JFK was assassinated. The "champions" of "free speech" party introduced the film ratings system.
My intestines are rebelling. It's what launched me from bed this morning in fact. I don't recall eating anything unusual yesterday so I doubt it's food-borne illness. Based on how I generally feel, I'd guess the meds are making my guts goofy again. Traditionally a bit germ phobic--I used to eat pizza with a fork--I wash my hands even after using protective gloves and rinse my dishes a second time before use.
Update, it's 11:30am. I'm back from the grocery.
I just wasn't feeling good and the sun was already beating down on me when I left around 9:30. I almost turned around about two blocks from here. Along the way I pondered returning an abandoned cart up to the grocery but decided it wasn't my problem. I was feeling bad enough without adding to my caravan. When I got to the elementary school there was another cart, this one was overturned and belonged to a private store. In the cart were six empty cigarette boxes. It was an odd sight. The skeptic in me wondered if they were individualized to sell to kids on the sly. It wouldn't surprise me.
The grocery was vacant. Not really a surprise. Like Mother, I don't know how it stays open. I suppose I can't complain, it's a half-mile closer than my next option. I feel like all the blood was sucking from my veins and refilled under high-pressure. I got the things the cat needed: water and litter. I got another tube of hair ball gel for her too. She had barfed at the food dish this morning. I pulled the tablecloth and added some clothing for a laundry load. I thought I had a bag of laundry to do only to discovery it was clean! I'd washed it at the house and this was the laundry I pulled from the dryer when we took it to the neighbor.
So the cat got water and litter, what did I get? I got toilet paper. I thought I was going to fall down in the isle. It isn't as if I hadn't eaten this morning and I had my meds so it was a surprise sensation. It passed as a grazed along in the store.
After decoding the sales, comparing ply and numbers of sheets I settled on Charmin. I have to admit, I didn't know the classic "Squeezably Soft" Charmin is 1-ply! The 2-ply was the same sale price. As I did my calculus to decide what the hell to buy a disturbing feeling came over me when I noticed there were about a year's worth of toilet paper in a single roll under the Sheryl Crow plan. Think about that the next time you load a roll.
Chili was on a good sale ($1.75 ea). They only had five left on a "4 for" sale. Isn't that always the case? I got a rain check. Yes, I eat a lot of chili these days. It's tasty, filling, legumes are good for you and it's relatively low fat. I picked up more ravioli and stocked up on a bit of frozen items. I was going to get Haagen Dazs but it wasn't on sale and so guilt set in. I couldn't justify it. I decided to get a gallon of"Dreyer's Slow Churned" for $3. I got the 1/2 fat, not the "no sugar added" because it uses Splenda like that putrid blueberry yogurt I had a couple weeks ago--blech!
I looked for chocolate covered almonds on the candy isle. My favorite HD is called "Vanilla Swiss Almond," a vanilla ice cream with chocolate covered almonds mixed throughout. To my amazement I found three kinds of chocolate covered almonds on the isle. Dove had both milk and dark chocolate covered styles. Brachs only had milk style. I got one bag of Brachs and one of the Dove dark. I might've been able to get three pints of HD for what the two bags of almonds and gallon of Dreyer's cost but with eight pints to a gallon, I'm coming out ahead.
Mother and I used to indulge on Dove dark pieces from time to time. I *know* I like it.
I may have complained about the supermarket corn flakes in another entry but if I hadn't, let me say I'm convinced they are grown in a test tube. They tasted exactly like the bulk version that I'd been getting. I got a box of the bulk ones today because they were on sale. Although I definitely prefer another kind, at a different store, I wasn't going to pass up 48 oz of corn flakes for $3. Besides, I wasn't seriously going to walk to another store just for corn flakes. I'm not too disappointed. I've kind of made a deal with the devil when it comes to these alien flakes. I'm
I wore my boots to the grocery. I thought it would help keep my ankles for aching. On the positive side, it helped. Unfortunately, my achilles kept rubbing until it tore the skin. (Yes duckie, I took pix.)
The cat was hiding in the corner behind her bedroom chair when I brought the groceries up. She's moved to her living room chair for an afternoon nap. No meds in the mail today, only more ads. Grrr.
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