whiski_sour: (girly)
I really need some money for a new wardrobe. It's not a girly thing. It's just that every few years I look at my clothes and think, "I'd rather wear something else". So I buy some new things.

Unfortunately, I'm at that time and don't have the money to buy new things.

This does not stop me, however, from wishlist shopping at Torrid.com.

It does make the longing worse, though.
whiski_sour: (Cocktail?)
I finally got around to Christmas shopping today. I figured I might as well start since I needed to get Hobbit's birthday present anyway. Her birthday is Friday.

I went to Walmart first (going during the day because there are fewer people who want to talk to me that work during the day than there are on the night shift) and it wasn't too busy. I didn't expect it to be since it was a Wednesday afternoon, but Christmas time does bump up the traffic a bit, even in the middle of the week during the day.

Then I went to Dollar General. No wonder Walmart wasn't busy. Everybody was there. It's a small place, so that does lend to the illusion that there are more people in the store, but the line was so long and snakey that I couldn't find the end of it. I ended up wandering around for a bit until the line at least got short enough that I could find the end.

I got in line and a guy got in line behind me. Yes, this is important to my story.

I left Dollar General, stopped at my car to drop off my bag, and then went nextdoor to the liquor store to get a Lotto ticket. Apparently, everyone that wasn't at the Dollar General was at the liquor store.

Anyway, I went in walked up to the line at the register and found myself standing behind the guy that had been standing behind me in Dollar General.

He wasn't buying a Lotto ticket, though. He was buying a Miller tall one. Judging by the looks of him, I wouldn't be surprised if it didn't last the drive home.

When I left, everyone that wasn't in Dollar General or inside the liquor store was in the liquor store drive-thru. Seriously. I'm looking at this long line thinking, "Why aren't you people at work? Why are you all getting booze? What's going on that I don't know about?"

Nevermind Saturday nights in the big city. That's easy.

Try Wednesday afternoons in a small town. That's where it's at.
whiski_sour: (scream)
I should have known when I got the mail this morning and found that we got something for someone else (The Flower Corner? That's on Route 54. How do you confuse that with a strictly residential street?) that today would not be my day.

I went to the mall in search of a bra. Silly me, I thought that I should be able to walk into the store and fine the style I want and the size I need. HA! I could hardly find the size I need, and since I wasn't in the market for "old lady ugly", definitely didn't find the style.

On the walk out of the mall, I ended up with a blister on my left foot. These shoes have never given me a blister. Just another sign of the day.

I drove home, switched from the new Jeep, also known as Grape Ape, to my car (whatever Jeep is left at the house is to be taken out of town; my car is now strictly in-town driving only), and left again, this time to get some milk and bread at the grocery store and wash my car since both places are pretty much nextdoor to each other.

I pull into the car wash place and both of the back vacuums are occupied, but only one by an actual car. Some smartly dressed bitch with no car had her ass parked on the second one, chatting on her phone and smoking a cigarette. Annoyed, I pulled in, washed my car and then vacuumed it using the front vacuum, which I don't think is as good, because smartly dressed bitch still hadn't moved her smartly dressed ass and the other car (one of those new SUVs that look like a box on wheels) was still being vacuumed out. That lady was there a long time cleaning out her car. Like the whole time I cleaned AND vacuumed out mine. That car was brand new. It shouldn't have had that much shit in it.

Anyway, I'm just finishing up cleaning out and vacuuming my car when smartly dressed bitch goes walking by. If I had been a little quicker, I'd have had a new hood ornament.

I make it through the grocery store without incident and go home.

It then took two computers and three tries before I managed to order two bras online. According to what the site said, I should have them in about two weeks. *headdesk*

I swear to all that is unholy, the Universe wants me to have saggy titties.
whiski_sour: (shoot to kill)
Carrie went Christmas shopping today. I'll consider going in the next week or so. I hate Christmas shopping. I try to do as much of it as I can from the comfort of my desk. But some things I must leave the house for.

It doesn't help that I have no idea what I'm getting anyone except my dad. I've got an idea of what to get the girls. Mom and the stepdad, not so sure.

And Carrie will get nothing for me if she doesn't stop buying stuff for herself. I told her that if I bought her a present and she ended up buying it before Christmas, I would punch her in the face and take it back and there would be no present for her.

Yeah. I'm kind of a Grinch in a way.
whiski_sour: (girly)
I had an idea for a blog post earlier today and I should have written down because it's totally lost now. I should have known better. My brain has been going in and out for the past few days.

It may have been Carrie going purse shopping today. She wanted a new purse. She always wants a new purse. She asked if I wanted to go with her and I politely declined.

Actually, I think I said, "DEAR GOD! NO! ANYTHING BUT THAT!"

Because purse shopping with Carrie is torture for me. I don't like shopping anyway, but my experiences of purse shopping with Carrie have been excruciating. And she knows this and is very understanding about it while she rolls her eyes and laughs at me.

Carrie did find a purse without me, though. It's dark purple and big enough to smuggle small children across borders in. Big is in for purses, or so Carrie tells me.

I don't know these things. I don't WANT to know these things.
whiski_sour: (death note)
I went to the grocery store this morning. As we all know, it's not my favorite thing in the world.

I came out to my car, pushing my bag filled cart, happy to be out of there. There was a Buick parked on one side of me and a truck parked on the other.

The truck's license plate had the word "red" on it and was indeed red. Except for the tailgate, which had come from another truck and was blue.

After putting my groceries in the back of my car and putting the cart in the corral, I get back to my car, get in, and realize there's a grasshopper sitting on the hood of the Buick next to me. This sucker was huge and he was sitting right next to the hood ornament like it was place of honor

I'm like, "Jiminey Cricket must be pissed his people are taking so long in there. It looks like he's got places to go."

And that's when I left. I knew the lack of sleep and torture of shopping was starting to break my brain.

Also, they were out chicken. But someone else is going back for that. I did my time.
whiski_sour: (superhero)
I got my work done on "In the Dark" early today (so close to the end) because Carrie and I were going to Kohl's to find me some capri pants that don't fall off my ass.

It was a bust. I've got 50+ in gift cards here people. Not all fat people need elastic in the waist bands and acid wash. I'll try the online store. That's where I got my capris last year.

Otherwise, get used to seeing my ass.

The day wasn't totally wrecked. Carrie got new lip gloss and eye shadow. I rode the escalators. Carrie got a Zero bar out of a vending machine. We watched a kid calculate an awesome escape from his dad. It was most impressive since he couldn't have been more than 18 months old.

After the mall, we gorged ourselves at Steak n Shake then stopped at Staples so Carrie could get some new pens. I stayed in the car and sang along to the radio. Nobody would park by me.

And then...The Old Book Barn. Heaven! I made a beeline for the horror section and emerged ten minutes later with four books. I found Carrie and told her we had to leave NOW before I found more. I ended up getting In the Night Room by Peter Straub (I'm giving him another try), The Good Guy by Dean Koontz, and Skeleton Crew and Night Shift by Stephen King.

We made sure to pet one of the resident cats, Emily, and spotted one of the other ones, Max. Max has the longest tail on a long-haired cat I've ever seen.

While that was some good book buying, I'm still in need of two more books: another by John Scalzi and one for Joe Mallozzi's book of the month read. I imagine I'll be getting those off of Amazon in the next week or so.

I need to have "In the Dark" finished by tomorrow. Guess who's not going to be reading her new books until the weekend. Oh yeah.
whiski_sour: (Winnar Iz Me! (base by deserticons))
I've had one of those very rare amazingly productive days.

I went grocery shopping before belly dance. After my workout and my shower, I took my car to the car wash.

The shower ended up being kind of pointless because I scrubbed my car good. At one point, I seriously considered turning the sprayer on myself, but I didn't want to be responsible for the trucker's heart attack. He just pulled next to me to rinse off his rig; he did not deserve a hospital trip for being naive.

I also managed to make a little progress on a piece I'm working of for a short-short contest. I think I'm going to title it "Love (and Death) in an Elevator", but I'm not sold on it yet.

And, by the time all is said and done for the night, I should have another five pages done on my "In the Dark" rewrite.

Throw in cooking dinner and I was insanely accomplished today.
whiski_sour: (wants)
I haven't been grocery shopping for three weeks. I'm going tomorrow. The list is looooong. I am not going to enjoy this.

It's actually pretty easy for me to make a list just because I basically cook the same things all the time. I keep thinking I should branch out and try new things, but I put it off. Next thing I know, I'm making the same old list and there's nothing new on it.

If anyone has any simple recipes they'd like to throw my way, please do. I'm definitely looking to try new things, I'm just too lazy to find them myself.

And keep in mind that when I say "simple" I mean I once burnt macaronicheese. I've come a long way, but I'm no gourmet.

I think I may make double decker tacos tomorrow night and then fish tacos Friday for SGA. In the winter, SGA night is steak bowls. For the summer, however, I think fish tacos are better.

And yes, tacos two nights in a row. Different kinds of tacos, though. And I find it's best this way because that bagged shredded lettuce browns really quickly after I open it.
whiski_sour: (girly)
Had to go to Bloomington today so Carrie could get an eval for social security. She also wanted to take the opportunity to use a gift card and a coupon.

I groaned, but conceeded. Carrie loves to shop and I rate it somewhere above a surprise enema. And since the whole point of going up there was her psych eval and it was going to be very trying, I figured shopping would make up for the trauma and I was willing to go along with it.

Plus, she promised me ice cream (Stone Cold Creamery...cheesecake ice cream with graham cracker crust and almonds in a waffle bowl...I'd show boobies for that).

Unfortunately, Carrie struck out on everything she was looking for in the two stores we went to, but I found cool stuff I refused to buy. Sometimes, a lot of the time, I do not spend money easily.

This may be why I don't like shopping. I don't know. I love to shop online, though. Perhaps it's the thought of putting on real pants that causes me to balk.

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