Self-serving

Last week at the grocery store out of sheer frustration and impatience I decided to try the self-serve checkout. (Perhaps it should have been an indication that there was no line-up for those checkouts!)

I figured that with the better part of a decade spent working at a grocery store this should be no problem. The thing sucked.

It asked me how many bags I thought I would need. I had three things -- so no bags required (just doing my part for the environment). After scanning the first item it told me to put it in the bag -- wait didn't I just tell the damn machine that I didn't want any bags? -- the machine also wouldn't let me proceed until I had placed the item on the bag carousel (apparently it's weight sensitive). My next item was flowers -- well they didn't have enough weight that would allow me to proceed so the evil grocery store lady had to still come over and scan the last item for me anyway -- not exactly efficient.

Then it struck me that why do I want to scan and bag my own groceries? Why does anyone want to......don't we already do enough for ourselves. We seem to be moving further and further away from any real social interaction.

I think next time I'll wait in line. Then it means that someone gets to continue their job as a checkout chick!

Bad eyes?

I briefly met the boy who lives below me as I stumbled through the door tonight.

My initial reaction was that he was kinda cute, in the same way that I found The Drummer and The Carpenter cute, but the jury is still out on this one. I'm going to chalk the first sighting up to coming in from a blizzard and minus 40 weather.

Here's hoping that it wasn't just the weather.

Addictions

I think I have a problem.
The moment I zipped up the leather, my life felt ok.
I spent all of five minutes in my favorite store the other day and was soothed with the swipe of my card and a pair of fabulous shoes in hand as I walked out the door.
I love consumerism.

All I want is to be home....

I feel all messed up. I'm going to blame it on the hormones and my misuse of birth control pills -- so the combination of that and spending my Friday evening with Peaches has my head spinning and my stomach somewhere around my ankles.

When the primaDonna was here for a visit before the new year it was a fabulous night out with friends. But we had both laughed that towards the end of the night it was a bit of a time warp back two years. Me, Peaches, the Ex, Greasy, primaD, and Dumb-Mouth.

So tonight as much as things have changed with me and Peaches I still found it a bitter pill to swallow when he asked if I would drive him to La B to see the Ex. Once we loaded him into my car, bid Damo adieu, a somewhat frank discussion was hashed out in the short drive.

If nothing else it is a nice turn of events that he and I are sticking to our promise to be completely honest with one another. I told him I found it somewhat humorous about where I was driving him.

I get it. The boy has needs and the Idiot Stick Figure with no Soul wasn't exactly a willing participant to help out with those needs, whereas apparently the Ex is. Good for him I say.

But here I am at 2 am after one of the most fucked up evenings I've had in ages (I spent most of the time at the pub fighting back tears, out of the full realization of Peaches' new reality. This was the first time I'd gone out with him without his Mum being there and it was a drop-kick to the solar-plexus.) -- selfishly wanting things to go back to the way they used to be.....only to realize that if things had stayed the way they used to be, and Peaches' hadn't had his accident last July, we probably wouldn't have been hanging out tonight, because we wouldn't still be friends.

The weekend of his accident I had decided that I was done with it all -- but here we are six months later with him learning to walk again and me learning how to transfer him from his chair to my car and back again.

I'm rattled and I just need to go to sleep.

Law n' Order

I am addicted and I blame L and the trip to Hawai'i.

What a fabulous television show that seems to be perpetually on (I suppose it helps that there are three different version!)

I find that if I can't find it anywhere I'm disappointed and no matter if there is only ten minutes left in an episode I feel compelled to watch it.

Which reminds me.....gotta go I just found an episode!