August 4th, 2006

Fairytale Princess Amy

A word on retail therapy

I went shopping last night in an effort to cheer myself up. I left from work and went straight to WalMart. It was actually a pretty wild shopping trip.
In the parking lot at Walmart, this van had left itself blocking 4 cars in. I parked nearby. As I walked in, one of the women who had been parked in got herself through patience and maniuplation and as she was leaving the parking lot she shouted at the van "Real Classy!"
And I'm thinking, well, this is Walmart after all, home of class and refinement.

So why was I in Walmart you ask? Well, to be perfectly honest, they're the only ones who still sell my favorite trashy romances. Also, they have Tide Free, which is not as easy to come by as it once was and hoppie prefers it. Prefers it to the point of madness. So I'm stocking up whenever I can.

I also bought a replacement for my backpack. My backpack, which I used in college, now has romantic paperback sized holes in it, at least according to hoppie. I have not, as far as I can tell, actually lost anything out of it, but it was part of my great luggage search to achieve a new piece of carry on luggage.

The other week I got suitcases (which I can't remember if I mentioned or not) a weekender bag and a slightly larger bag. This new carry on, is kinda briefcase like, but with smallish front pockets that will hold overflow toiletries. Hoppie thinks it's smaller than the backpack and he might be right, but I think it will probably work. I probably can't overload it with my camera stuff. We'll see. The biggest difference is the shape of the central pocket. The backpack is obviously more flexible. I'll try the big camera case in there tonight and see how it goes.

My nephews are so frigging cute

I have more to say, but I'm so flat out today, that it's not going to happen right now.
Fairytale Princess Amy


While I'm installing the latest update of this software, it gives me a few minutes to finish my evening.

After Walmart, I went to the Barnes & Nobel. I wasn't exactly functioning at brain surgeon level while I was there. I wandered in and out of the stocks looking for something that would grab me. It's funny, I've been wanting to go bookshopping for weeks, but when I was there, I couldn't think of anything I wanted, other than the Sharpe novels. But I'd like to buy a collection of Sharpe. I know it's weenie of me, but I'd like a bunch of books that match if I'm going to buy a series like that. I have one book, and of course none of the editions they had there matched it. Most of them didn't match each other.
I ended up buying three books, a "Dickens" mystery (style of or featuring? I don't remember), The Red Carpet: Bangalore Stories, which was a 50bc recommendation, and that first book in the Fford Nursery Rhyme series. Janice has been encouraging me to read it for awhile.
While I was in line waiting to check out, I heard this conversation in front of me.
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Anyway, when I got home, there was a HUGE box on the driveway. I carried all my purchases, and the mail, including the big box upstairs. In the big box was my epic Sharpe DVD collection. *drools over the Beany goodness* And then suddenly there it was. The lift I was waiting for. Suddenly my heart felt lighter. As I snapped open the clasps on the Bean Box of Sharpe and reverently lifted the cover, I felt the elation of a successful shopping trip. I lifted the map of Napoleonic Europe out and unfolded it. I held the dagger letter opener with the French eagle on it, testing it's considerable weight. And I thought Wow.
And boy was hoppie smug.
Didn't I tell you to buy it? He kept saying.
Yes, dear. Your kung-fu is best.
So, the shopping trip would have been just as successful if I hadn't gone, but I can live with that.

This weekend plans to be busy. Lanna is coming over sunday morning to help me review some of my data and throw it on the new external drive in preparation to putting it on the newly recreated mac of mine.