I am a child.
When left to my own devices when I am outside of the home, I eat garbage. I am currently in the airport and my dinner consisted of mozzarella sticks, potato chips and cookies. Need I say more?
It’s like leaving a child at home and saying “cook your own dinner.” What do they do? Eat ice cream.
Lately McDonalds has been showing some rather offensive commercials on the Food Network. Not offensive in the way that I was personally offended. I was offended because you think people will actually buy (pun-intended) into this crap.
There are three versions.
1) A small child is enjoying chicken nuggets made from “real white meat.” Well yeah, it was real at one point, but then you ground up an entire chicken, added liquid, salt and preservatives, and reconstitutied it in the form a nugget. Which, last time I checked, was not a real part of the chicken.
2) You show me how you make an egg McMuffin. Step 1, take a real egg, set it in a circular metal cookie cutter. Step 2, place it on a fresh baked english muffin and top with cheese and bacon. Do you really think that anyone believes the guy behind the counter making minimum wage is really cooking my egg fresh?
3) You show me a package of FRESH REAL 100% American ground beef! Except you never say that it’s grade A, or B… or even C. You just say it’s… beef… and that is how you make burgers that all look exactly the same.
Please do not think me insensitive for this post, but I was at the supermarket earlier today and I saw something that I truely do not understand… Why do expectant mothers at supermarkets get primo parking?
I mean, I understand the handicap parking signs, you know, the ones mandated by state law. The ones you can be fined $100 if you violate. However, these ‘expectant mother’ signs are placed there by the supermarket with no enforcement mechanism. Sure, if some woman is eight months pregnant and still has to go shopping, than sure, park closer. Although I think there are larger problems at home if this poor woman has to still buy the groceries at eight months…
On the other hand, you can’t really tell if the woman parking there is ‘expecting’ or not. I mean you could just be some regular lady, and have no problem parking there. If anyone asks, just say you are three months in and aren’t showing yet. This also begs the questions, does the ‘expecting mother’ have to be alone? What if I was the husband and driving the car. Could I park there as long as she was with me? How come no other stores have these kinds of signs? Could you imagine, a maternity store with ‘expecting mothers’ parking. That would be hilarious.
I think I am addicted to going to the supermarket. I have gone three times in the fast week, and each time I just wander up and down the aisles (or is it isles) looking for new and interesting things to try. This is starting to cost me a small fortune.
My personal finance software just told me that my most frequented merchant is “Superfresh.”
On the other hand, I did make delicious empanada eggrolls for dinner. Mmm…
Last night I decided that I would go to my favorite store, the Supermarket. I capitalize Supermarket, because it is worth of such a designation.
Anyway, after a good 45 minutes of deciding what I wanted to eat over the course of the next week, I took my cart full of food-stuffs and headed to the self checkout line. Upon entering the line, I scanned my ClubFresh card (because only suckers pay full price), and proceeded to scan and weigh my items. After I scanned the last item I reached for my wallet and my heart stopped. Apparently my wallet was not in my right back pocket, left back pocket, front right pocket, left front pocket or right back pocket (I checked again just to be sure.) I then sheepishly went over to the 16 year old cashier supervisor and stated that “I am a stupid idiot and forgot my wallet in my car (a lie). If she didn’t mind, could I put my groceries by her and run out to my car and retrieve my wallet?” She replied with ever so slight a glance at me, “…Yeah.”
At this point I throw (literally) all of my groceries back in the cart, run out to my car, speed home, run into the apartment, announce my stupidity to the roommate, grab said wallet, run back out to the car, speed back and run back into the store. I then loaded all the groceries back onto the machine, swiped my Amex Blue card and went about my merry day.
than clean my bathroom or study for an exam:
Apparently procrastination does not subside with age…
I had to travel to Dallas for The Firm on Thursday and Friday of this past week, so I thought, why not extend the trip a little bit and visit my family for the weekend.
First, I decided to stay at the W Dallas Victory which was wonderful, whimsical and not the least bit woeful. (Sorry.) The rooms were fantastic, the ghostbar was intriguing and the views were quite excellent. I checked out a lovely little restaurant on McKinney Ave called Bread Winners. Everything on the menu was unique in some way, but tasted absolutely delicious. Although, I do not recommend the spinach dip, honestly I think they just warmed up a can of store bought spinach dip you can find in the chip isle of a supermarket. I had the Buttermilk Pan Fried Chicken as my entrée and it was superb. The chicken was juicy and not over done, the breading was just perfect and the cheesy potatoes and gravy were as homestyle as you can get.
After finalizing work my step mother picked me up from the office and drove me about twenty minutes north to the City of Frisco, where my father is now a police officer. Frisco was very cool. Everything is extremely new, and you can tell that what is there now, wasn’t there just a few years ago. It is growing very quickly, but the cost of living and housing prices are no where near what they are in the rest of the country. A house that would sell for $1.1 million in the northeast was barely $600k in Frisco. As my father has been tirelessly attempting to get me to move down to Texas, he took me around to a few open houses. The houses were amazing. Five bedrooms, two studies, a third “living area” and media rooms were standard. Even the “cheaper houses” in the $350k price range included all of the above features. Not a bad place to move if you are just starting a family, although it is a little too far outside of a city center for my taste. Also, the houses sit on zero property and backyards are non-existent. To get real land you have to move even farther outside of the city limits.
Who knows, Dallas and Texas made a good first impression on me, and I dare say that I will return.
