Weekend Rambles

I've been busy around the house this weekend. For all I've done, you'd think it would be sparkling and shiny. To my eyes, it doesn't look like I've accomplished a thing. I spent the better part of yesterday trying to clean off the kitchen table. I know that doesn't sound like much, but believe me, it's a task and a half. Ma's computer is still sitting there, fixed. We've had it back since the Amazon came home a couple of weeks ago, yet I've still not managed to get it hooked back up.

When I got home from work Friday, the intention was to head across the state line to Tennessee so I could hit Wal-Mart, the grocery store and CVS. Those plans were squashed when I got home and couldn't find the stupid grocery card for the store in Tennessee. I hate these damned stores and their cards. They jack their prices up so that you're forced to use them, then it all goes in their data base, what you buy, how much you spend, how often you shop there.

I don't like it.

Then, as I was searching through my old purse for the card, Ma comes wandering in and I inform her that when I stopped at the clinic to pick up her prescriptions, they told me they didn't have anything for her. As I'm telling her this, she's opening a statement from Medicare, which states that she's used up all of her allotted prescription dollars for the year. If she wants her Paxil and whatever else she's taking, she'll have to pay full price.

Ma is not a happy camper. And unmedicated.

Things are going to get ugly in Frog Pond Holler.

I admitted defeat after a good thirty minutes of looking for the card. Honestly, I gave up because Ma was nattering at me about her prescriptions and the government and healthcare in America the whole time and I really just left so that I could get the hell away from it. Although I've not been to Wal-Mart in months because I despise the place, I needed to pick up some new recordable DVDs and you can't buy them here or anywhere else in the county that I can find. The ones I have are getting worn out. Craig Ferguson is starting to go all wonky, jerking around and skipping words by the end of the recordings and I don't want to see him getting jiggy with his bad self unless it's intentional.

So anyway, I made the choice to go to the ONE grocery store in our county, driving across two mountains, dodging stray cows, tractors and the occasional over zealous state trouper, with my expired inspection sticker and faulty exhaust system. Damned thing sounds like a MIG coming across the mountain. At least the door closes now, even if the "door is ajar" light never goes off and that damned DING DING DING alarm goes off constantly.

I'm thankful to have something to drive. Honest. I keep telling myself that.

Luckily, the store wasn't too busy. I stopped by the deli with the intention of picking up some chicken for dinner. Ma loves their fried and roasted chicken and I really didn't think I was going to feel like cooking by the time I got done. As I approached the case, I noticed someone behind the counter that looked familiar. It was my trashy, lazy eyed, huge breasted cousin, complete with fashionable hairnet and white deli garb.

Oh hell no. That ho would spit in my food just for spite. I opted to move along.

They had some really good sales, in the end I was glad I'd changed my mind and gone there instead (everything happens for a reason.) There was an uber sale on canned vegetables, name brands for fifty cents. My cabinet is now crammed to the gills with peas, carrots, string beans, corn and tomatoes. They also had ketchup on sale for a buck a bottle. We now have enough ketchup to last us two years.

I'll have to make a run to the dollar store before the day is done. I need coffee filters, paper towels and trash bags. I can't tell you how thankful I am that we have that store now. Growing up where I did, I never thought I'd be so elated to have something as simple as a dollar store close to the house.

Now, if I could just get my hands on a damned Slurpee.

I dozed off watching Craig Ferguson Friday night, so I think I'll put the DVD in and get my giggle on while I load the dishwasher and fold laundry. Ya'll enjoy the rest of the weekend.

Later Taters.