Breaking up is hard to do

The saying is true.
Its been over a week since I have been in a Wal Mart. I still have things around the house that remind me of my time there. Sam's water bottles. GV butter. Receipts cluttering my purse.

Since my break up with WM, I have had to do a lot more traveling to get my needs met. Usually I enjoy that. Shopping is fun, I admit. Unless I am pressed for time. Since I started this new job, I am seemingly always pressed for time. Sometimes I just need to get in and out, you know? Kroger is not too bad, but I am waiting to get done wrong. Maybe I am just gun shy after the whole WM thing!

I found myself slumming it today at the Dollar store. I needed an insulated drink cup to take with me to my new job. I found it, but it wasn't quite the one I really wanted. I just know the one I need is right there at WM. But I ain't going. I know I need to just get out there and look. I can do better. I will make it through this.

Another Breakup Letter!

Leece said...
*sigh*I'm about to write a break up letter to Wal Mart too, only mine will go something like this: *ahem*Dear Wal Mart, You know, loyalty is one of my better traits... it doesn't seem to be one of yours and I'm tired of it.Why, just last week, I was in your grocery isle, cussing you for not carrying the very basics. I mean, when I'm looking for an original brand of chips or hamburger helper or even just a loaf of bread.. you're not there for me. Your aisles are empty as if you're laughing at me and flipping me the bird. I hear you giggling at me as I walk out of the aisle.. I hear you snicker when I sigh loudly because you don't even have freakin' plastic spoons for me to buy to carry to work to eat my Lean Cuisine that incidentally - I had to sift through the frozen foods counter in hopes of finding it.Yeah, I made that second trip back this morning just to check and see if your counters had been stocked, but alas, you just covered the empty shelves with more of the 'other type' rather than what I really needed. So guess what, Wal Mart? I cheated on you. That's right.. I slipped out and sleazed myself over to Target. And it was so gooooood. That bright orange decor was a nice change, and there.. sitting on the shelf, was the brand of STUPID KOTEX that I needed. That's right. You may screw me out of my chips or my hamburger helper or even my loaf of bread, but by God, when it comes to my time of the month, don't F*** with me.Sincerely, Leece

A Breakup Letter

Dear Wal Mart,

I've needed to write this letter for a long time. I didn't want it to have to come to this, but after today I feel I just can't go on with you anymore.

I must also confess that I haven't been faithful to you. I've been other places bought other things. Things that made me so much happier than I am with you. Places that treated me so, so good.

At first I was enchanted by you. The all night availability, the low prices. How, no matter wherever I traveled, you were right there.

But then I began to see the real you. The bad attitude. The bad treatment. Today was just the last straw.

I won't be seeing you anymore. Please don't call me. Don't e-mail me.

Sincerely,

Echotig



P.S. I will be needing my $6.98 back for that bag of chicken you double charged me for last week.

Back to Normal, Sorta

All of my kids went back to school today. I've been waiting for this day for years. I was so relieved I came home and slept from 9 until 1. I don't feel guilty about it either! I have been sleep deprived for weeks. If it hasn't been the neighbors yappy dogs its been my own kids. And then there's just the fact that I am an Insomniac anyway.

I still don't have a job yet. Not one that I really want anyway. Napping is not going to help with that, but it had to be done. It may be necessary to get a nap in tomorrow as well. Life is good!

Zoeisms

Warning: The following story is not really that funny.

"Mommy, if I don't go to school will I die?" Zoe asks me this pretty seriously. I laugh and say no, and wonder why she would ask that. "What if I don't get married?" She asks seriously. I ask her who told her all that. She dodges the question, but I am pretty sure it was her brother Alex. He is trying to convince her to go to school. She keeps saying she doesn't want to go.(I never thought he'd resort to death threats though!) I guess his reasoning is that no guy will ever marry a dumb girl, and she'll never end up anywhere if she doesn'y go to school. He thinks about things like that alot. He totally knows what his life plan is already. He's 8.


Zoe getting to school this year is turning out to be a major disaster. She hasn't had to go to the doctor very much. So I hadn't kept up with her immunizations. She is way behind come to find out. (I'm really really bad about stuff like that.) Hopefully they will let me register her anyway. She got 5 shots last week. I didn't warn her about that before we went. But she did great. They promised her a sticker. By the time we left , they forgot about the sticker. I told her that we'd have to get 2 stickers the next time we went. You should have seen her face! "I am never going to the doctor again!" Very matter of factly.

I love that girl! I won't go as far as to say she is my favorite, but she certainly keeps me on my toes. She is a ray of sunshine on days that are otherwise miserable. Her whole existence is a ray of sunshine. When I found out I was pregnant, again...(the 3rd time in 5 years...) I was furious! I was so mad at my husband. (he'd refused to get "fixed.") I was furious that I was going to be pregnant again. I was so tired of being pregnant. I was furious with myself for not being more careful. 5 minutes after that, I was looking forward to having a girl. I just knew it had to be a girl. The odds were on my side. I had already had 2 boys, then a girl. Two boys again, so now it should be a girl. As if life really works out that way. (but it did!)

The whole time I was pregnant with Zoe I was miserable. My hubby has a daughter from another girl, and she decided to sue for more child support and less visitation. This was a long, drawn out mess. At the time she lived in Irving and we lived just outside Abilene. Thats about 4 hours. So we did alot of back and forth just to go to court for everything. And this chick just dragged everthing on. Because she didn't like driving to pick her own daughter up, she was trying to change the visitation to once a month. In order to do that she had to come up with a good reason to tell a Judge. She couldn't, so she made one up. And that was to try and get her daughter to say I was mean, and abusive. And so the court ordered a "family study" to be done by a social worker, in Ft. Worth of course.

That child's mother dragged the court case out til July 29th. I was due August 1st. She had asked the daughter over the phone when I was due. Yes, I recorded it. Now why else would she want to know? All this stupid drama over this child's mother lying about me and going back and forth to Ft. Worth. I was miserable mentally and physically.

Then, we won. The court found that there was absolutely no reason to reduce visitation, or increase support. It was finally over.

On the 4th of August 2000, I gave birth to a tiny little Zoe. She was the smallest of all my living children at birth. She weighed 6 pounds 13 ounces. I was so happy to have nothing to worry about now but Zoe.