Journey & Adventure

Friday Night - Prom Night .  The Boy’s prom was Friday night.   I might be bias but I think he looked pretty handsome in his tuxedo and his girlfriend looked cute too.  The pictures will follow when J converts them from .raw to .jpeg for me.   At this point, overall details of the evening have not been forthcoming, but I assume he had a good time. Friday Night - Home Depot.   After we dropped the couple off at their “before” party, we were off to the unhappiest place on earth (for me) to pick up deck supplies – Home Depot.   There is something about this store that gives me the overwhelming urge to flip out every single time I go there.   Friday night was no exception.  What I was hoping would be a quick trip turned into 2.5 hours of sheer pain.  Of course the supplies we needed were on a top shelf and the 79 year old “associate” and his 18 year old sidekick had to perform 1 hour of safety proced...

I was feeling pretty good after my “Fall” post of yesterday and was slowly coming to terms with the cold reality that after Fall comes the shitiest time of year Winter. According to my calendar, I should have approximately another 6 more weeks of semi-tolerable weather. I was feeling fine…until… While enjoying my morning coffee, my jackass lovely husband had taken it upon himself to stomp on my fantasy of everlasting warmth and informs me that he has made an appointment for my snow tires to be put on my car in last week of October. While I applaud his forward-thinking nature, WTH was he thinking? You would think that he has learned that I will not tolerate that kind of trash-talk in my household. And then, since he’s on a roll, he decides that perhaps we should make a trip to Home Depot tonight and purchase this: Cub Cadet 28" Snow Thrower (Photo Courtesy of Home Depot) His explanation: “We should get one early. Remember last year, they sol...

I went to Home Depot on my lunch hour (or two) to buy some stain for my deck. Can you guess what I’ll be doing this weekend? I don’t know why I insist on punishing myself, but you should know that I loathe Home Depot. There is something about that store that gives me the overwhelming urge to use my cart as a battering ram and I can’t quite figure out why. Is it because the store is so cluttered, with 80% of the stuff being located on shelves over my head? Is it because I can find what I’m looking for 80% of the time or could it be that when I ask for assistance, I’m made to feel inferior to the old male chauvinist assisting me? Most likely, it’s a combination of everything I’ve just mentioned, plus the whole self-serve checkout process that doesn’t work 80% of the time and it ends up taking me longer than if I had waited in the cashier line. Why I am punished for wanting to be self-sufficient? To hell with you Home Depot… The security alarm has been screeching here at work for ...