It was the eve of Day 2, and already I couldn't sleep. Jaw was aching (damn those awesome roasted pumpkin seeds); and I also noticed an old toothbrush waiting to be tossed as I replaced it with new Walmart purchase. But hey, there's an application for that brush before it goes to dental tool heaven ... let's get out some Javex and scrub those annoying stains in the shower. Whaaaaa? !!! Sure, the cleaning lady is coming the next day, but that's OK, that's all right, she never gets out that mold anyway.
Well, two hours later, still reeling from the bleach high, mulling over blog topics - hey, there are wrinkly, recently laundered napkins that need ironing. Gee, I haven't done that in a long ... NEVER!!!
So far, NaBloPoMo = discovery of housework that never before existed in this household. Uber clean Ian's gonna love November.
I know I should be saving this, but you can't keep an introverted blogger quiet once she's on a roll...
Is it just me, or is it really, really strange to have anyone imagine that you would actually purchase frozen filet mignon, salmon steaks, and jumbo shrimp from someone who just rang your doorbell? Right then and there? This has happened to me twice, two separate companies, in the last few weeks.
I try not to answer the door much when I’m at home alone in the day with the kids. Unless of course, I’m expecting someone. But these people happen to come up right after they see me drive into my driveway. Are they stalking perhaps, watching the patterns of the street? It’s a little scary sometimes, this little stay-at-home world, when the street where you live is pretty deserted in the day. Which is probably why I try to get out of the house most days. After staying “at-home” (isn’t that an ironic term?) over two years now, I think that’s been part of my survival strategy.
Call me naïve, but I trust my neighbourhood supermarket as a reliable source of meats for my family’s consumption. I’m assuming that there’s some level of quality control, and some form of recourse if something should ever, heaven forbid, go wrong.
And the quantities these people want you to buy! Here’s a bit of their sell:
“Perfect for your next big party or get together”
All right, let’s just take a chance and maybe make not only me but all of my friends and family at the next celebration, sick in one fell swoop!
“Well, if you want to sample it, why don’t you buy this pack of 10 premium salmon steaks for $124, but you’d better buy it now because we don’t know when we’ll be in the neighbourhood again.”
Yes, I happen to have that on this week’s grocery list. Oh wait, that’s our BUDGET for this week’s grocery list.
The first company actually showed me the product, pulled from the box. This second one yesterday pulled out their brochure with a huge list of possible meat and seafood products I could purchase. By the time he got to the line “…do you like jumbo shrimp” I was already telling him no thank you. The funniest thing was that G came up just behind me during his shpiel about shrimp and answered “NO!”.
These incidents remind me of the pickup trucks that I’ve seen in the summer sometimes when you’re coming off the highway. Sometimes they’re parked at a gas station, or just by a country road. They’ve got handwritten signs that say “Frozen lobster, Shrimp” propped against the truck. Why would I stop to buy lobster or shrimp off of some pickup truck?
Maybe these are fantabulous deals, and I’m just unaware of this whole other arm of the food industry. In any case, I’m not going there anytime soon. I’ll stick to our suburban grocery warehouse, thank you very much. It's just the way I are. (Can't get that out of my head!)
Gotta go to bed now. Wake me up when November ends.