Grocery Shopping

Until I started working in Slick Gourmet Store, I didn't realize how much I'd forgotten how to grocery shop. 

I learned from my mother, who could feed an army on a shoestring.  I remember the "MONTHLY GROCERY" shopping that she did. Two Carts full of food from the local Food Lion.  If I was good and helped her out, I got microwave chicken nuggets, or one candy bar.  In addition to knowing how to shop my mother also knew how to tease the slave labor. 

Anyway.. After many summers spent dutifully pushing the second cart around the Food Lion in and picking up the cheapest cans of my half of the list, I learned how to grocery shop like a pro as well. 

When I was on my own at 16, I made $35 in the local Harris Teeter go pretty far. Granted there was a fair amount of 69 cent pizza in my basket that was dressed up with crushed pineapple and green pepper. But you get the point.   When I lived with the Large Angry Man for a while, and we split groceries, we ate like kings.. He would hand me whatever he had at the end of the week and a list of requests, I would match what he gave me and then go to the really nice Harris Teeter at the bottom of the big hill.  I could get the whole list taken care of and have extra left over for things like Shrimp and Prime Rib and beer.. 

Yep, mmm food... 

For some reason, I lost this talent... i don't know exactly when.. 

I think some time around the time I moved into Purchased Pad and then moved to my current abode.. I never really got the grocery shopping down at  Purchased Pad due to the Refrigerator situation. And then I moved here and never really got it down again because of the $$ situation. That is, until recently... 

Yesterday Best Boy and I decided to swear off fast food for at least a month. Since what we spend in a month on take out is far more then what we'd spend grocery shopping (even weekly) at my part time job,  we're doing the bulk of our shopping there and trying to see how much we can save.. 

It felt good yesterday to wander around figure out what we needed and then come home and have a frig full of yummy food to make for the week.. And I only forgot two things! 

oh, and lunch today, the best f'n turkey sandwich ever.. 

mmm.. 

I hate it when I'm right...

I do... I hate it... I hate to be right some times.. Most of the time when it comes to people.

I'm jaded.. Really jaded when it comes to people. Which isn't to say I'm a hermit, or I'm unfriendly or with out social graces or tact (although I don't have a lot of that) or that I don't have friends or hate people in general.

It is to say that I've got powerful "flaky fuck-bag" radar, and sadly, so sadly, it's hardly wrong.

I'm not proud of that...

I want it to be wrong. I want to believe so badly that I am just a jaded bitch and that people are good, wonderful, sincere human beings more then they are worthless fuck-tards. Unfortunately it's the one stupor power that I have that's correct and it's a pain the ass.. A lot...

Worse then it being right, is watching the toll it takes on people who don't have this power and do want to believe that everyone who's nice to them means what they say and is a good human being. I'm firmly in the "don't believe everything you hear" camp and have been for years so when I hear some one say "oh, dude, we should like totally go pick our noses together" I know it occasionally translates to "mom told me to always be polite so I'm gonna make you an offer I've got no intention of keeping..." or "i've had more to drink tonight then I can count and right now I'd pick the nose of the guy across the room if he'd let me."
And I smile and I nod.. "Yes, Nose picking, classic idea, any time you want...." while my inner voice says "when pigs fly outta your ass" and I go on my way.

Others however do not and become very sad when they realize that no one is going to join them to pick their nose.. And that my friends starts this vicious cycle in which I decide I hate it when I'm right...

C'est La Vie.

On a lighter and brighter note... I finished this:



I've hemmed it and finished the sleeves but you get the idea..
It's for me.. I wanted new things to wear for the summer!

And I finished the PINK DRESS FROM HELL! Well.. Mostly... That I referenced in the other post. I put the button on it, fixed the side seams and decided how I want to finish the sleeves.. It's hanging above the work station right now waiting for me change out the threat in the sewing machine.

When I get DONE for REAL.. I'll post a few more pictures.. and then I'll either sell it to some impossibly thin girl or I'll burn it and dance around the flames.