Has anyone heard Walmart use the phrase "falling prices" lately? Me either.
In fact, the local Walmart stores seem to be more full of shit than falling prices. Nearly every visit has resulted in being overcharged on an item.
Last week, they had a display of Coke in their main aisle with a sign advertising it for $6.48. Around the corner closer to the soda aisle, the same Coke was displayed as $5.98. I checked the bar codes.
I could go on and on and on and on about their inconsistency in pricing. It's gotten to the point that I've begun taking pictures of some of the things in my cart and the shelf price before I get to the register. I know it's anal, but I know something wont ring up correctly. It happened with the citronella candles, the bottle of car wash detergent, the package of ginger ale, the box of Valentine candy.
Two days ago, I purchased two packages of girls underwear. Both the same size. They rang up for $8.47 each. Today I went in to return the unopened packages and purchase different ones. I ended up buying one package in the same size as the first trip and one package of a different size. All in all, they were the same brand, same style, etc. Today, those packages were each $8.97. A 50 cent increase within two days. Okay, maybe I got them in the middle of a price change. Prices change, I know.
Maybe, I should just give up shopping at Walmart for Lent.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Friday, February 24, 2012
Dude, seriously??
Can't blog right now. Too busy laughing.
http://www.katc.com/news/three-arrested-in-intracoastal-seafood-check-cashing-scheme/
http://www.katc.com/news/three-arrested-in-intracoastal-seafood-check-cashing-scheme/
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Reaching Into the Unknown
Kid #3 "I cleaned my room and did my laundry. Can I go play outside?"
Me "Is your room perfectly clean? Did you put away your laundry properly?"
Kid #3 "mmmmmm hhhhmmmm"
Me "Ok, you may play outside."
They've been caught before playing the clean the room game... shoving their shit under the bed, the dresser, the nightstand. Shoving their clothes in the costume box, the doll box, etc.
Why should today be any different?
As kid #3 sat quietly, coloring at the dinner table, I quietly slipped up the stairs with a large plastic grocery bag in hand, ready for action.
Out from the black hole of crap (a.k.a. the space under the dresser) came a school shirt, a school sweater, a variety of socks, a new pair of funky flip flops just received for her birthday, about half a role of toilet tissue spread about (unused, thank God), two scarves, a hat, two purses, candy wrappers, a notepad, a pair of dress shoes and tons of small pieces of paper with doodles and chicken scratch. Enough to overfill the bag.
The space under the bedside table revealed a handfull of books and more crap.
Dare I venture into the closet? Tucked under a rod of clothes was a basket of cat toys. THE cat toys. Note the curiosity of the cat in the picture.
Wait, what's that smell? Citrus air freshener? One could only hope. But no. It was a decomposing orange.
Me "Is your room perfectly clean? Did you put away your laundry properly?"
Kid #3 "mmmmmm hhhhmmmm"
Me "Ok, you may play outside."
They've been caught before playing the clean the room game... shoving their shit under the bed, the dresser, the nightstand. Shoving their clothes in the costume box, the doll box, etc.
Why should today be any different?
As kid #3 sat quietly, coloring at the dinner table, I quietly slipped up the stairs with a large plastic grocery bag in hand, ready for action.
Out from the black hole of crap (a.k.a. the space under the dresser) came a school shirt, a school sweater, a variety of socks, a new pair of funky flip flops just received for her birthday, about half a role of toilet tissue spread about (unused, thank God), two scarves, a hat, two purses, candy wrappers, a notepad, a pair of dress shoes and tons of small pieces of paper with doodles and chicken scratch. Enough to overfill the bag.
The space under the bedside table revealed a handfull of books and more crap.
Dare I venture into the closet? Tucked under a rod of clothes was a basket of cat toys. THE cat toys. Note the curiosity of the cat in the picture.
Wait, what's that smell? Citrus air freshener? One could only hope. But no. It was a decomposing orange.
Friday, February 17, 2012
Week's Past
The last two three weeks have been, well, hard to put down into words.
First, there was the Komen/Planned Parenthood fiasco.
Then, the deaths of fellow cancer bloggers.
A surprise overnight anniversary trip planned by my husband. (I don't deal well with surprise trips)
And the death of Whitney Houston.
The death of Rachel, aka, The Cancer Culture Chronicles, left me a bit numb. I never knew Rachel personally. But she left an impression.
It was Rachel who, after I emailed her about her blog, invited me into the social networking for breast cancer on Twitter.
For some, that may not be a big deal. For me, it was big. I was the kid in school who pretty much got left out of things. I was the wallflower, the last to be selected for dodge ball because I wasn't part of the "in" crowd.
Many of the women blogging about breast cancer are very knowledgable. They spend time researching and educating themselves on the issues.
I just fart around. I'm a "Dear Diary" blogger. I come here for a place to express myself, to bitch about everyday events, kids, husband, moronic drivers, assholes.
Many times, I find I have a difficult time expressing myself. This time is no different. To put it simply, I will miss Rachel.
First, there was the Komen/Planned Parenthood fiasco.
Then, the deaths of fellow cancer bloggers.
A surprise overnight anniversary trip planned by my husband. (I don't deal well with surprise trips)
And the death of Whitney Houston.
The death of Rachel, aka, The Cancer Culture Chronicles, left me a bit numb. I never knew Rachel personally. But she left an impression.
It was Rachel who, after I emailed her about her blog, invited me into the social networking for breast cancer on Twitter.
For some, that may not be a big deal. For me, it was big. I was the kid in school who pretty much got left out of things. I was the wallflower, the last to be selected for dodge ball because I wasn't part of the "in" crowd.
Many of the women blogging about breast cancer are very knowledgable. They spend time researching and educating themselves on the issues.
I just fart around. I'm a "Dear Diary" blogger. I come here for a place to express myself, to bitch about everyday events, kids, husband, moronic drivers, assholes.
Many times, I find I have a difficult time expressing myself. This time is no different. To put it simply, I will miss Rachel.
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Krap
So much time wasted trying to put down my thoughts and opinions on this weeks fiasco.
I've managed to narrow it down to a few words.
I've managed to narrow it down to a few words.
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