I have much to do tonight – instead, here I blog. Typical.
First, who else loves that movie, Adventures in Babysitting? Well, I did love it, don’t remember much about it in all actuality, but I am always surprised by who loves the same stuff as me, so there you have it.
B. Corey says thanks to all of you for wishing him a happy birthday! You all made him smile.
3. We were going to go buy CDs or DVDs or something and I forgot about it. Crap.
OK, on to the grocery thing. I am not an efficient grocery shopper. I know this. But I deal. Today this was a very overwhelming experience. On my list: Lime jello, orange jello, beef bullion cubes, jello pudding pops, chocolate pudding, Afrin, Vitamin C, and something about Co Q-10 (I have no idea what that is. But Corey is getting his wisdom teeth out tomorow and the Dentist recommended it.) I decided to go to the grocery store near my house. I don’t care for this store, especially since it switched over from Giant Eagle to Daves. But it is very close and fine for when I only need a few things. Plus, it take 15 minutes to get to G.E.
When I walked into the store I realized I had no idea where the jello or the boullion might be, but figured I would wing it. First thing I spot is orange juice and remember I want some. This should be easy. OJ. Choices are carton, bottle, frozen. And then pulp or no pulp. Possible calcium vs. no calcium. Answer should be carton, no pulp, no extra calcium (apparantly calcium inhibits your ability to aborb iron, and since juice is intended to wash down vitamin, no extra calcium). But OJ is NOT easy. There were 3 shelves filled with OJ choices. And every one of them claimed to DO something extra. All kinds of crap. Omega something, heart something, light something. WAY too much going on in the OJ section. I finally found one that just claimed to be orange juice and grabbed it. I forgot to make sure there was no pulp though, so I may have to find a strainer. I was all nervous by the time I got to the pudding area, but it was pretty easy. Stripes. Got it.
My next task was to find the boullion. This reminded me of my friend Ann who had no idea where to find the spices at the grocery store. At the time it was hilarious, but really, if it isn’t on the overhead signs, and you don’t buy it every time, who can remember where to find stuff like that? And the boullion wasn’t with the spices anyway. It’s all kind of running together, but I do remember thinking that the coffee aisle is my favorite, becuase it smells the best. Plus the jello section was nearby. I was thrown a bit by the fact that the boxes come in 2 different sizes, but I got one of each so it’s all good.
Still no boullion, but I did find 100 calorie packs of cafe mocha. At this point I was planning on finding boullion with the soup and also wondering if this little store sold things like Vitamin C drops and Afrin. Becuase I had never seen such an aisle there. I know where it is at G.E. Not here. The good news is that it was strategically placed near the end of the aisle I was in, so I found it by strolling past. Now, when it comes to Vitamin C, all your choices were back at the OJ section. If you want it in pill form, you don’t get to choose between drops to suck on, caplets, tablets, capsules, gelcaps or any of that other stuff at this store. Oh no. You get capsules. One brand. Your choice is buy it or not.
Once armed with all this stuff I pretended not to see all the delicious chocolate treats available in pretty much every aisle. I finally located the soup section. After a few worrisome moments of thinking my only choices would be between 87 brands of chicken boullion I found the little beef cubes. Wylers. I got to pick the great big jar of full-on salty badness, or the teeny little jar of reduced sodium stuff. I figured Corey will be miserable enough, so I opted for the good stuff (he loves salt!) And how fortunate it was that I was inthe soup aisle, for I finally remembered that Corey likes tomato soup, so I can give him something other than dessert and rehydrated beef cubes.
About this time I remembered I had no fresh fruit. As I headed to choose some apples I wondered why the bakery is located right next to produce. I looked longingly at the napoleans and muffins, then put my head down and pushed on through. I was wishing for ambrosia or even honeycrisp apples, but not here. I couldn’t remember if I prefer gala or fuji but it didn’t matter. Every single apple I looked at, except for 2, was bruised. Even the crap yellow delicious were bruised. I found one apple that was nice. The other non-bruised apple had a lovely chunk of mold on it. No apples for me, my friend.
Last stop, ice cream. I found a fat free chocolate cookie concoction for myself. I looked some more. I looked every where. They had at least 3 types of doggie ice cream. But. No. Pudding. Pops. WTF? Who doesn’t have jello-fucking-pudding-pops? If I didn’t have so much to do tonight I just might have left my little basket on the floor and gone to Giant Eagle. But I’m too tired for all that.
