Paper or Plastic?

I know you’ve seen that meme floating around facebook that says something along the lines of “I’m so glad it’s Saturday, so I can run errands, clean house, do laundry, grocery shop…..etc. etc. etc.”

How true it is. Funny that my Saturday to-do list matches that meme verbatim. Funny, not funny.
Correct me if I’m wrong here, but I’m beginning to believe a tell-tale sign that you’ve hit a certain age is when you start griping about how the 17-year-old kid is sacking your groceries at the store. I can’t help but wonder if there is a training for this or if they just let them at it.

My dad once said, “Sacking groceries used to be an art form. Now they just throw them in there any old way.” I dismissed this comment and chalked it up to being a grouchy old man remembering days gone by with paper bags and orderly groceries. Fresh faced boys with a little too much Bryl cream gingerly placing eggs in paper bags. We all have those images from sitcoms or movies where ladies walk from the grocery store carrying one paper bag with a loaf of french bread sticking out of the top. Paper bags have a structure and can be artfully filled with great precision. But nowadays we don’t always get the choice for paper or plastic. We get what we get, which around here is plastic.

I went to The Walmarts today and quite almost bought out the store since we literally had NOTHING to eat at our house. We’ve been living on Saltines and grape jelly over here. So my basket was overloaded. You know, to the point I had to change my stance and engage my quads in order to turn the corners. Now, a younger me used to not care about how the groceries were placed in the basket or how they went on the conveyor belt. A younger me put the groceries up and let the checker/sacker who is one in the same, sort it out. But the older me, she has a system. I strategically unpack my cart onto the belt so that items can go together in the sack making it easier on me to
a) fit them all in my basket
b) carry them in from the car
and c) put them away.

Today, didn’t really go so strategically, and as I placed my sacked groceries into my cart, I couldn’t help and think of my dad and his comment. When you have an already overloaded cart, you’re operating on limited space. A large grocery bill ends up being about 976 plastic bags full of groceries that you have to fit in your basket, carry in from the car, and put away.

This is where a little art of sacking would come in handy. I honestly don’t understand why they put one item in a sack. Why? My checker/sacker put every kind of meat that I purchased in its own sack. No need to mix pork and beef. And of course cleaners need their own sack, and then the tiny package of sewing needles go in their own plastic sack on the off-chance they may bust out of their packaging and puncture the OJ. I don’t know. I just don’t know.

So many items in their own sack. Except of course the can goods. They all go together, all 22 of them. Don’t mind this permanent indented red mark on the crook of my elbow from my 70 lb sack of green beans.

I couldn’t help but do a little combining right there in the checkout line. It was that, or have a rigor. It’s okay if bread and eggs go in the same sack, it really is. And paper towels don’t really need their own sack. It’s okay, throw a container or two of yogurt in there. It will be fine.

Even with own combining, I still made a gazillion trips into the house. By this time, my quads were truly burning and of course, I was starving, my Saturday was half gone and the second half will be my date with laundry, and by the time I got all my groceries in my little kitchen, there was no where left to step and I was exhausted. Walmart Grocery Shopping should be the new Olympic Sport, especially when you’re down to nothing but saltines and grape jelly. It’s quite a feat.

But ode to joy! I now have a kitchen stocked to the brim, and Pizza Hut on speed dial. You know the drill.

 

 

 

My 10 pet peeves

I’m whittling away a list of 30 things to blog about.   This is a list of pet peeves.

According to Wikipedia:

Pet peeves often involve specific behaviors of someone close, such as a spouse or significant other.  These behaviors may involve disrespect, manners, personal hygiene, relationships, and family issues.

A key aspect of a pet peeve is that it may well seem acceptable to others. For example, a supervisor may have a pet peeve about people leaving the lid on the copier up and react angrily, be annoyed when others interrupt when speaking, or by messy desks of their subordinates.   That same supervisor may witness employees coming into work late, and not feel any annoyance whatsoever.

I’m not sure if I have 10 pet peeves although I’m going to do my best to give it a go.

#1.  Not using correct grammar when writing your, you’re, to, two, too, there, their, they’re.  My goodness, may I be careful to proofread from now on.  They’re will probably be at least to mistakes in this post that your going to notice.

#2.  When talking to someone on the phone and they begin to talk to someone in the room with them.  Either talk to me, or to the other person in the room, but not both of us at the same time.  I get confused.  “Are you talking to me?”  “No, I’m talking to my son.”  If it’s that important to talk to them, hang up and call me back.

#3.  Not giving me personal space.  I am not touchy-feely.  I don’t want to sit up against someone on the couch and I really hate when someone sits on the arm of the chair that I’m sitting in.  Hugging if you’re not going to see me for a while is acceptable, kissing is reserved for only a select few, and only then if I’m in a good mood.  Maybe you’re wondering how I ever had EK.  My husband wonders the same thing every day.

#4.  Leaving the lid off the milk and putting it back in the fridge.   It’s not hard to snap the lid back on.  It usually takes one motion.

#5.  Hair in the tub.  *gag*   The bad thing is, if there is hair in the tub, *gag* it’s usually my own.  *gag*  I’m such a shedder.  But it’s terrible when it’s someone else’s hair *gag* or in the sink *gag* or especially while I’m doing dishes *gag*

#6.  Noises.  Okay, this really is probably my number one pet peeve.  I am terribly annoyed by repetitive, unnecessary noises (except the clicking of a keyboard which is happening now).  Which is bad considering my former career choice as an elementary teacher.  But things like drumming fingernails, rolling a pencil across a desk continuously,  clearing your throat over and over, or smacking gum makes me want to hurt someone.  Badly.  Also, I married a drummer.  He’s constantly drumming on things so I just imagine myself hurting him and watch the clock.

#7.   Unruly pets that jump in your lap when they were not invited.  Refer to  pet peeve #3.

#8.  Channel surfing really gets on my nerves too.   Just find something to watch, already.   Same goes with radio stations.  I’d rather hear the annoying commercial jingle than the blep, blop, blip, blog, glog, glop, glip of the channels or stations being changed.

#9.  Loud yawns.  Does that make you feel less tired to let out that loud noise?

#10.  Leaving the keys to ding in the ignition or that crazy beeping when you aren’t wearing your seatbelt.   Please just close the door, remove the keys or buckle up.

So, that’s a few of my pet peeves, four which involve noises.  These are subject to change of course as my daughter grows bigger and draws my attention to others or as  I grow older and more cratchety, which is closer than you think.  I try to be patient with others, but it’s not always easy.  And I’m sure as I publish this post and go about the rest of my day, I’ll find fifteen more that I forgot to mention.

What about you?  What’s your #1 pet peeve?