1/21/11 – Ok, I’m getting right down to business. How many of you have one particular grocery store where you do all your shopping? I would guess that most women and some guys do. I almost always shop at the Kroger (no “s”) in Suwanee. I have hung in there with them through thick and thin - the remodel and them moving everything all around. I know that store like I know the shoes in my closet. Well, today I went into Kroger to fill one of the 7,500 prescriptions that I’ve been given and decided to do some light shopping. I was looking for hot dogs and buns. Can you believe that when I headed down the dairy isle from the pharmacy and I had zero – ZERO – clue where to find these items?! Where do they keep the bread? Nothing. Nada. Nip. No clue. As I walked I eventually found the hot dogs. After that it was like riding a bike. I now remember where everything is. Can you imagine it? I was seriously worried for a few moments there.
Today I worked from home. I love working from home. Things are finally starting to click again and I’m really enjoying what I’m doing. I get to start back sort-of full time next week. It will still be on an “as tolerated” basis, but I would much rather work than not.
I watched a little of Kimora Life in the Fab Lane. It was pretty hilarious. I love how she is so over the top. Maybe I should consider purchasing some of her products? She was creating a perfume on the piece I watched. Wouldn’t it be cool to have your own fragrance? Though I wonder if people who have their own scents feel judged in some way? People are very particular about how they smell. I know I am. When you buy a perfume that is a chunk of money so you aren’t going to get something that’s just “ok”. I know when I’m looking for perfume I will smell all of them and there aren’t too many that I deem acceptable. What if you had your own fragrance and you just happened to be around the fragrance counter and you saw someone smell your scent and then they scrunched up their nose and said “Ooh, no.” How would that make you feel? They are rejecting your fragrance. Rejecting smells that you have approved and know you like. Harsh. Nope. I don’t think I would ever want my own fragrance – but if I did, mine couldn’t help but be anything short of awesome.
Todd and I are headed to Bambergland. “Bambergland” is the name we have given for Todd’s parents home. I don’t know why but that what I started calling it in college and it just kind of stuck. Even my friends know it as Bambergland. For those of you who are wondering how to find this magical place it is in Heighburger, AL. Todd’s parents have several acres. Todd loves to go hunt. (I occasionally hunt but I’ve never seen or shot anything – don’t think I could actually kill a deer.) I like to enjoy the peace and quiet and ride back roads with Mr. Berle taking pictures of rundown barns and old houses. This time he’s promised to take me to a covered bridge and to see some baby goats. I am excited! Oh, and I get Percy. I better get over there fast because Mrs. Janet is about to keep him for herself. She already said that she’s glad we are staying for the weekend because he needs to get “acclimated” to us before she’ll let him go – oh goodness!
I just had a yummy dinner but I am going to finally get a coke Icee when we are on the road. My song of the day is, of course, “Sweet Home Alabama”! If you can believe it, my accent gets thicker when I cross the state line. LOL! Night y’all! I have a funny picture of me “hunting” from last time. If I can find it I’ll post it soon.
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