tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91370154628832640.post6808057980535293463..comments2023-05-09T01:37:26.399-07:00Comments on Hearth and Home: My first timeHousefairyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07158143680987249710noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91370154628832640.post-78089176651461477592007-11-05T05:31:00.000-08:002007-11-05T05:31:00.000-08:00Well, now that the moment Steve gets off work, I t...Well, now that the moment Steve gets off work, I take the car to go to MY work, the options for shopping solo are almost none. Sunday or Tuesday night--but those are when I want to see Steve!Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09181616889572851621noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91370154628832640.post-89171174555106512122007-11-04T20:03:00.000-08:002007-11-04T20:03:00.000-08:00Oh, man...I can SO relate to this...So so true and...Oh, man...I can SO relate to this...So so true and real.<BR/><BR/>:) BarbBarbnocityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07064931694026460328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91370154628832640.post-68534969976226974812007-11-04T17:03:00.000-08:002007-11-04T17:03:00.000-08:00Oh, I HATE it when grocery shopping becomes HORRIB...Oh, I HATE it when grocery shopping becomes HORRIBLE! You did a fantastic job, seriously. I was imagining myself in that very situation as you described it so expertly, and wanted to die with embarrassment right along with you. :)Kelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16703334707738126703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91370154628832640.post-5030229060013552922007-11-01T20:26:00.000-07:002007-11-01T20:26:00.000-07:00Ay carumba! I know I shouldn't have laughed during...Ay carumba! I know I shouldn't have laughed during that, but it was so outrageously tragic that I couldn't help it! I made up for it by cheering at the end. :) <BR/><BR/>I already prefer to do my shopping alone with only ONE child to destroy the store. I think if I add anymore to my brood, I'll have to add a "dad must babysit on grocery day!" clause to our marriage contract.Jillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17475112158639748154noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91370154628832640.post-81294053313136802992007-11-01T14:08:00.000-07:002007-11-01T14:08:00.000-07:00I have witnessed that same scene play out so many ...I have witnessed that same scene play out so many times at the grocery store. Sounds like you handled it more graciously than most!Sgt Howiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00609008248492466546noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91370154628832640.post-4763313480807271412007-11-01T12:46:00.000-07:002007-11-01T12:46:00.000-07:00Oh my gosh, this was really a great, great story. ...Oh my gosh, this was really a great, great story. I mean, I'm sorry about the stress and the grandmas but you really just CAPTURED IT. And I only have one, who at 14 months wants badly to push the cart and crush the chips and throw all the produce and canned goods. And I inevitably bring the too heavy sweater, too, unless I don't, and then I'm inevitably FREEZING!<BR/><BR/>And the snap peas in the cart. I about spit my coffee.<BR/><BR/>The lady with the doggie purse reminds me of a couple months ago in Costco. I was checking out in the liquor line (sold separately in our state) and the checkers were all kind of milling about, not a lot of liquor traffic, and one of them, a very unpleasant grandma type, barged over to our cart, totally got in our space, and stuck a sticker on my son's hand. He started to cry. And instead of backing away and apologizing, as one should when one makes a baby cry, she stuck her face in his and yelled, "Ohhh, did I scare you? Ohhh, pooor baaaby!"<BR/><BR/>Grocery stores, man. What the heck? From the moment I was pregnant, they became like a David Lynch film.Andreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08031053074608687740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91370154628832640.post-34998668297205712692007-10-31T19:33:00.000-07:002007-10-31T19:33:00.000-07:00I have SO been there! I have left nearly full car...I have SO been there! I have left nearly full carts in the aisle when my darings turned into monsters at the store. With us it's the kids fighting, though. When blood is drawn or it progresses to actual kicking, biting or punching we LEAVE.<BR/><BR/>I'm sorry you had to deal with that. But you did the right thing. I ran through Kroger yesterday with Ruthie SCREAMING the whole time because she wanted to walk. I only needed 3 or 4 things, so I just ignored all the grannies and annoyed young people without children and pretended like all was normal.<BR/><BR/>Ugh.<BR/><BR/>Enjoy the Butterfingers!Trishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13842076391554837076noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91370154628832640.post-63600850101856294092007-10-31T15:47:00.000-07:002007-10-31T15:47:00.000-07:00Whoa mama! I cannot imagine the insanity you had t...Whoa mama! I cannot imagine the insanity you had to go through. I hope you're curled up with a nice hot cup of chocolate or tea. Well, I suppose you're probably at work, but that is probably relaxing too in comparison!Rixahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07908864785513937876noreply@blogger.com