Friday, October 19, 2007

I Sold My Soul to the Warehouse Store

Now that's a pumpkin. We won't be carving it up, but the pumpkin patch we stopped at let us pose for a few pictures!

Rant of the Week
Pick your poison, Sam's, BJ's, or Costco, they are all the same. The sucker you in the door with milk at $2.99/gallon. The next thing you know you have so much stuff that you have to leave a kid at the store just to fit it all in the car.

For us, it has been a slow slip into the world of warehouse stores. We didn't even join until Sarah arrived. And then it was out of "necessity." I honestly don't think I would have made it this far as a parent if I couldn't purchase diapers by the gross. We paid up our $35 and never looked back. But, membership comes at a price. They last time I was in our local store, I remembered I needed a few rolls of toilet paper. But they don't sell just a few rolls, so I went on to purchase 48 "super" size rolls of Charmin. Good news, if I need to use the facilities. Bad news, if I want to put anything else in the closet for the next six months. I have toilet paper stashed all over the house, I think I even stored some in the attic.

They may be large and out of control, but at least my purchases are for household staples. Scott, though technically a member, is banned from the store. I am afraid he is going to come home with 2 gallons of milk, a pack of diapers, and a dozen plasma TVs. You go in for a gallon of milk (conveniently located in the very back corner of this monstrous store) and you can pick up just about anything else along the way. Want a 3-carat diamond ring - grab one. Want a $200 pair of Seven Jeans - grab one. Want a dune buggy - grab one. Somehow you go in planning to spend $3 on milk and you come out with a carload of crap and $300 Visa bill.

You used to sell your soul to the company store, but it turns out I sold mine to the warehouse store. And when they ask me in November if I want to renew my membership, you better be sure that I'll hold out that Visa card, say yes, and smile about it later.

Life in the Stroller Lane
Luckily since the last installment, there have been no more ticks in my bed. I guess my no cleaning policy is really working. Overall things around here are pretty good. Actually, really good. I had a weekend away with a couple of girlfriends last weekend. Nothing eases the stress, like a glass of wine and some good gossip. We chatted for two straight days. We ate breakfast and chatted, we went to lunch and gossiped, we had coffee and chuckled, we drank wine and laughed. Basically, we crammed about two years of "girlfriend" time into one weekend. And what exactly did we spend all that time talking about...You will never know. The rule is what was said at the beach stays at the beach.

This is an equal opportunity home. Scott is off with the guys this weekend. I am sure they won't chat as much, but I will never know for sure. The same rules apply for the guys as the girls and they don't have to divulge the secrets of their weekend. Though from the luggage he took, I am sure there will be golf, poker, and lots of beer.

On the home front, we have started into a construction project. And by "we," I mean the contractor. We moved into our house six years ago. Five years and eleven months ago, we started wishing for a screened porch. So after a bit of a wait, we are making it a reality. And real it is. The back yard is a war zone and the banging starts at 6:45AM. However, next summer we can enjoy the great outdoors without all of the problems of actually being outside (mosquitoes, flies, ticks, to name a few).

The girls are also doing well. Everyday, Sarah asks when it's time to trick-or-treat. Our recent field trip to the pumpkin patch only excited her more. So if you run into us at the store and the girls are in costumes, don't ask why.

That is life in the stroller lane. Lots of love.