Why aren't all feminine products on the Women's Aisle at Wallyworld?
Have you noticed on the Women's aisle in Wallyworld, there are only feminine pads, feminine wipes, tampons and maybe pregnancy tests? If you need lubrication, or OTC meds for yeast infection and such, you have to go the display that is SMACK in middle of the floor near the pharmacy window where foot traffic is heavy. Is that ridiculous or what?
I am older and wiser to not be embarrassed to shop for these in the open. It is what it is. It's called life. However, I think if people are embarrassed they will not stand there and look for what they want and that could lead to unplanned pregnancy and such.
Also the last time I bought some lubrication, they are now in a little lock box that the cashier has to get it out of. They just started that and I inquired why because curious minds want to know. She said if it is applicators etc people will open the box and shoplift some out of the box or even the box.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
The box is rather big to put in a purse.
I guess I have a consciousness and won't even entertain the idea of stealing anything. It's one reason why everything is so high in cost, they have to make up for loss from the morons in this world.
At CVS on the Feminine aisle there is everything a Female needs on two aisles facing each in a rather discreet location.
Why can't Walmart do the same? Next time you are in Wallyworld and you are in that area try to notice and let me know if your Wallyworld stocks the same way.
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Monday, August 20, 2012
20 years ago...
Twenty years ago, I gave birth to BabyGirl. I never knew just how much love you can have for one person before I brought her into this world.
My life revolved around her for many years and I do not regret one moment.
I wish her life could be a lot easier but I think we all go through different struggles that makes us who we are.
She has filled my life with love,happiness and pride.
I thank God he has given me this beautiful child, inside and out.
Let's go down memory lane with some pics.
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| Newborn |
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| 5 years old |
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| 19 years old |
It is hard to believe she has changed so much through the years! Wow, no longer a teen anymore!
HAPPY 20th Birthday Babygirl!
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Wednesday Wonders: Tenant Lease
Why does a tenant have to sign a lease when there are no repercussions for not following the rules? Why does the quiet rule-abiding tenants get the shaft when they complain?
The rules are long but vague. I have also noticed there are no specified repercussions if one should broke these rules..
Does anyone ever read the lease in its entirety? The rules are long but yet vague. I have also noticed there are no specified repercussions if one should broke these rules.
Every day I see at least one rule broken. There a a couple of rules that are persistent but does management care?
Obviously not. As long as they get their money, the hell with the rest.
The rules are long but vague. I have also noticed there are no specified repercussions if one should broke these rules..
Does anyone ever read the lease in its entirety? The rules are long but yet vague. I have also noticed there are no specified repercussions if one should broke these rules.
Every day I see at least one rule broken. There a a couple of rules that are persistent but does management care?
Obviously not. As long as they get their money, the hell with the rest.
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Fender Bender in Wallyworld's Parking Lot
Last Saturday afternoon, Hubby and I had to go to Wallyworld for the dreadful grocery shopping. We attempted to wait until the meteorologist's predicted storm to pass. The clouds came and went.
Since the day was almost over, we decided to take a chance.
As we buckled up and aimed for our destination, the clouds were looking angrier. Hubby and I weren't surprised. That's typical of La's weather. It can be raining in one spot and you turn the corner and it is sunny with no rain.
A little more than 3 miles later, we arrived at the Wallyworld parking lot. Since we had to go to both sides of Wallyword I strategized as I know how tiring it is for me. I decided it would be easier to park on the opposite side from where we usually park as we had to go to both ends of the store anyway.
I see someone getting in there car in the next aisle from where we scoping out the parking spaces for a handicapped spot. I moseyed over to the aisle. The person in the car was taking its time to move along so of course I was stopped behind other cars.
I had noticed when I stopped I was behind a grandmaish lady and a child had climbed into their SUV. I know if the lady would have looked through her side view mirror, she would see me, right?
In a matter of seconds, what seemed like slow motion, simultaneously, hubby and I saw Grandma's tail lights come on and we both reached for the horn. I couldn't move backwards because a car was behind me. Of course, we weren't fast enough and she backed into us.
We were ticked off to put it mildly. So we get out of our cars to assess the damage with expletives from Hubby.
Lady attested, "Oh, I didn't see you!" Hubby retorted that she looked through the side view mirror and looked right at him.
We made sure every one was okay. It was a mild fender bender. My passenger door was bent and paint scraped off. Her bumper was scraped.
Lady whipping out her insurance, pen and pad quipped, "Not much damage. Lets exchange information and the insurance can take care of it."
MyHubby announces, "We need to call the cops." And walks away.
I continue to stand there as Lady babbles how it is not that much damage and she couldn't believe we were calling the cops. . The soft hearted person I am was caving and went to Hubby and suggest we get the information and maybe go from their.
He wandered back to the car and inspected the damage. He reminds me he had been burned by another accident years back when he only got the information so he wanted at lease a police report.
Lady looking up to the threatening black clouds hovering persisted. "Oh, its going to take them too long and you can just call the insurance.There is not that much damage anyway"
I informed her maybe not but although it is a used vehicle, it is new to me as I haven't had it for a year.
Hubby wandered off again a few feet and called the police..
While he was on the phone, Lady continues to babble, "My granddaughter thinks I am going to jail. Last time it took the cops forever to come...." On and on she went..
WAIT! "What? "The last time?" I thought. That stirred my attention and changed my mind completely. She continued like it was an inconvenience to her.
I reminded her that SHE hit me, and it was an inconvenience to me. The cop came and wrote the report. No one was ticked because it was in a 'private' parking lot.
Monday I went get an estimate...drum..roll......
The estimate was $1084. They have to keep my car for 5 days as they have to pop out the dent and paint the two doors so I will need a rental car. Such joy! Not!
Oh and as we entered Wallyworld about 25 minutes later is when it rained but stopped by the time we were on our way home.
Since the day was almost over, we decided to take a chance.
As we buckled up and aimed for our destination, the clouds were looking angrier. Hubby and I weren't surprised. That's typical of La's weather. It can be raining in one spot and you turn the corner and it is sunny with no rain.
A little more than 3 miles later, we arrived at the Wallyworld parking lot. Since we had to go to both sides of Wallyword I strategized as I know how tiring it is for me. I decided it would be easier to park on the opposite side from where we usually park as we had to go to both ends of the store anyway.
I see someone getting in there car in the next aisle from where we scoping out the parking spaces for a handicapped spot. I moseyed over to the aisle. The person in the car was taking its time to move along so of course I was stopped behind other cars.
I had noticed when I stopped I was behind a grandmaish lady and a child had climbed into their SUV. I know if the lady would have looked through her side view mirror, she would see me, right?
In a matter of seconds, what seemed like slow motion, simultaneously, hubby and I saw Grandma's tail lights come on and we both reached for the horn. I couldn't move backwards because a car was behind me. Of course, we weren't fast enough and she backed into us.
We were ticked off to put it mildly. So we get out of our cars to assess the damage with expletives from Hubby.
Lady attested, "Oh, I didn't see you!" Hubby retorted that she looked through the side view mirror and looked right at him.
We made sure every one was okay. It was a mild fender bender. My passenger door was bent and paint scraped off. Her bumper was scraped.
Lady whipping out her insurance, pen and pad quipped, "Not much damage. Lets exchange information and the insurance can take care of it."
MyHubby announces, "We need to call the cops." And walks away.
I continue to stand there as Lady babbles how it is not that much damage and she couldn't believe we were calling the cops. . The soft hearted person I am was caving and went to Hubby and suggest we get the information and maybe go from their.
He wandered back to the car and inspected the damage. He reminds me he had been burned by another accident years back when he only got the information so he wanted at lease a police report.
I informed her maybe not but although it is a used vehicle, it is new to me as I haven't had it for a year.
Hubby wandered off again a few feet and called the police..
While he was on the phone, Lady continues to babble, "My granddaughter thinks I am going to jail. Last time it took the cops forever to come...." On and on she went..
WAIT! "What? "The last time?" I thought. That stirred my attention and changed my mind completely. She continued like it was an inconvenience to her.
I reminded her that SHE hit me, and it was an inconvenience to me. The cop came and wrote the report. No one was ticked because it was in a 'private' parking lot.
Monday I went get an estimate...drum..roll......
The estimate was $1084. They have to keep my car for 5 days as they have to pop out the dent and paint the two doors so I will need a rental car. Such joy! Not!
Oh and as we entered Wallyworld about 25 minutes later is when it rained but stopped by the time we were on our way home.
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Wednesday Wonders-Doorbell
I've been brainstorming to obtain motivation to blog regularly. I have noticed I have 85 drafts. Yes, 85 posts I have started but never finished. I guess it is time to reorganize.
I have decided to commit to blog at least once a week or try to anyway. I thought maybe it'll be easier to set a theme since I have trouble thinking of topics Let me introduce you to the first post of Wednesday Wonders.
What are Wednesday Wonders? They are questions of "Why?" or thoughts of "I wonder.." Hopefully, after this post, you will get the idea.
I invite you to participate. Send me your suggestions or any feedback. You can use the comment at the bottom of this post, my main email or Facebook timeline.
What are Wednesday Wonders? They are questions of "Why?" or thoughts of "I wonder.." Hopefully, after this post, you will get the idea.
Why do people insist on knocking instead of using the doorbell?
I've had a sign with RING DOOR BELL taped to the door with an arrow pointing to the doorbell. I can say since we've been here, the doorbell has been used maybe a handful of times and that includes BabyGirl who has used it more than anyone.
Every month the maintenance man and pest control man comes to change the air conditioner filter and spray to prevent creepy bugs invasions. They beat the door making me jump. I am not saying it if they used the doorbell, I wouldn't jump but I wouldn't be as startled and irritated for sure.
I have politely asked them to use the doorbell. Pointing to the door bell occasionally does not sink in either. I also pointed to the sign. Once they woke me up from a deep sleep and I was not a happy camper.
Rudely awakened or disturbed by pounding of fists vs softer doorbell? What is your preference?
I've had a sign with RING DOOR BELL taped to the door with an arrow pointing to the doorbell. I can say since we've been here, the doorbell has been used maybe a handful of times and that includes BabyGirl who has used it more than anyone.
I have politely asked them to use the doorbell. Pointing to the door bell occasionally does not sink in either. I also pointed to the sign. Once they woke me up from a deep sleep and I was not a happy camper.
Rudely awakened or disturbed by pounding of fists vs softer doorbell? What is your preference?
Some of my family members ring the doorbell, especially BabyGirl. She is extreme opposite. We know when it is her at the door! Her finger hits the doorbell and its like she has a nervous tic in that one finger. DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! She continues until we answer. I am not kidding!
I have scolded her numerous times. I ask her why she does it and I can't remember if she answered me. If she did it probably flew over my head because it was nonsense.
What are your thoughts of why people prefer to knock instead of using the doorbell?
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