Grocery Cart Wars

I guess you could say I have a pretty well defined set of right and wrong behaviors. Things like:

• use your directional


• hold the door for the old lady/man


• don't cut me off unless you're going the speed limit


• serve the other person first


• put your shopping cart back when you're done

Aha - the rub. I was at the grocery store at the ungodly hour of 7am last Sunday - because I hate doing it and it's one of the least crowded times and the Kid is home making pancakes with Coach so I have a little "alone" time. I'm putting my reusable (!) bags in the car and this woman slams her trunk and leaves her cart in the parking lot. Now, this was a completely able bodied woman - no visible handicaps or anything - no limp, no oxygen tank - she was about 45 years old. Not old, not young, just a a regular woman out shopping. No kids, no hangers on, nothing. And not only did she leave the thing in the parking lot...she left it in a HANDICAPPED SPOT. BITCH! And I told her so. Lazy ASS.



People who get a cart pass:

• old people who are noticeably frail


• women with babies/kids - often I will put the cart away for you

That's pretty much it. The world is such a shitty place sometimes that the once nice thing you can do is NOT LEAVE YOUR CART IN THE HANDICAPPED SPOT YOU F'N TWAT.



ok, I feel better.

Absence sharpens love, presence strengthens it

I actually thought it read: presence "STRANGLES" it. Which is more about my life than this nice woman who blogged it below:

http://www.joyunexpected.com/archives/2008/10/absence_sharpen.php

All Skate!

I like my house, most of the time. Some of the time, though, it feels like it's about the size of a matchbox. We have a cape - about 45 years old and are updating it one project at a time. My husband and kid made me a kitchen island last year to replace the 70's reject that was there and I really like it, but it's a tiny bit too big - although the storage is great and I use the thing every single day. However, when you get the whole family in the kitchen - and we are not a small people - I'm 5'10 and Coach is a little more + broad shoulders (yum) , the dog weighs as much as a Datsun and the other dog is just underfoot all the time. "Get out of my way, !" is all I ever say sometimes - especially when I'm cooking or making lunch / breakfast.

So I figured if everyone just went in the same direction around the island, like at a roller rink, noone will get hurt.