1-26-09 Monday (Necked a Ring?)

My 200th post and all I have for you today is: Walmart. Yes, that's it.

I got carried away with Facebook today and added tons of photos.

Ummmmm, did I mention Walmart?

Above: This was in the Asian section at Walmart and it just sounds gross to me.

Above: The Walmart we went to had a medical clinic. Do click on the photo to enlarge and checkout the price list. Aside from the ailments listed, it's just weird in general to see a price list, period. Below are a couple of blown up shots:

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Above: This guy was pushing a baby stroller. Where's the baby? It's only plastic bottles in it, or so I hope. Should I have called the authorities?

I have some bitches about our room. Nothing major but it's more fun to complain.

Above: The bathroom faucet is stiff and makes a "oops I stepped on a puppy" sound effect.

Above: The foot of the bed makes a lot of noise. I'm too scared to see what's making the noise.

Above: The shower head is so bizarre but it's powerful!

Above: Worst things can happen than a simple spider web, but if I'm gonna bitch, I need to take it all the way.

By the way, I'm fruit and vegetable dumb. While at Walmart, I felt up some nectarines which seemed firm. I put several in a bag and approached an employee who was stocking vegetables with "Excuse me, how do you ripen nectarines". She didn't understand me, I repeated the question. Language barrier. She then seems to have an epiphany and takes me to the nectarines, points and smiles. Sigh. While I am tempted to ask my question louder, I resist knowing our world thinks that people who can't understand, are also deaf. I ask again slower and ready to give up. The woman gives me the finger... the wait a moment finger and returns with another employee. Awesome! I ask my question again. The newly arrived employee understood it less. I moved on.

I grabbed some other fruits and vegetables. Jim and I have decided to eat healthier. I'm not going to call it a diet because as soon as it's labeled as such, the psych takes over and immediately wants everything and anything that you've decided you CAN'T have. It's human nature.

In a previous post, I've mentioned my lust for Count Chocula cereal. At some point since then, I've evolved and have taken a liking to Special K Redberry. That equates to me eating the Walmart knock off. I like it, but why does it all have to have so much sugar? Today I bought regular corn flakes. Wish me luck!

Well, I guess I had some material for today after all....