A Woman Obsessed
I’m a little obsessed with this song. This song makes me want to get on the treadmill and any song that makes me want to get on the treadmill is good shit in my book. I just caught the video today and it reminds me of Xanadu. Great. Now I want to watch bad 80’s Olivia Newton John cinema.
I’m lying about the “bad” part - I loved that movie. You did, too, don’t lie. Nobody likes a liar!
I drove around this afternoon looking for a bbq restaurant (damn Flickr) and couldn’t find one open. They’re closed Sunday and Mondays which honestly irritated the shit out of me. Not only is one of my favorite places on earth, Chick Fil A, closed on Sundays now this place is, too.
And you know what - as good as the food at the BBQ joint sounds I’m probably not going to give it another try. Why do I need yet another place that won’t be able to satisfy my cravings, the very moment that I’m having them? I’m telling you, people, it never fails - I ALWAYS want Chick Fil A on Sunday. Always. I think its something to do with me obsessively wanting THINGS I CAN’T HAVE.
I then started driving around a bit because I know there are other BBQ places out there. I wasn’t even thinking too much of the gas I was wasting cuz I’m sort of moving around in a zombie like state since R has been gone. I know, boo hoo, right? F yeah, boo hoo! I have been crying at the drop of a dime, penny, quarter. Man, this shit sucks!
Where was I? Oh, just when I decided that I didn’t care how much gas I was wasting cruising around picturesque Goodyear, Arizona… I realized I left my phone at home. Now, this is really not good since R and I have the WORST timing together. I just KNEW he’d call the 30-40 minutes I was without my phone - when I’ve practically been sitting on the damn thing all weekend.
You think I’m kidding about R and I having the worst timing together? I’m not. If we were a sit-com, he’d be walking in the door as I was walking out, I’d walk back in, he’d walk back out, repeat, and repeat again. It’s almost ridiculous. No, wait, it’s all the way ridiculous.
So I went into Fresh & Easy, cuz that’s what I do, cuz I’m in love with that store, if I could I’d marry it and then my name would be Mary Easy. Aren’t you jealous?
I was happy since this particular F&E was one I haven’t been to yet - Yay! An exciting adventure! You know what? Shut up. I have to find joy in the little things, okay!
There I was cruising around, munching on samples, picking stuff up, putting it back since I probably won’t be doing much cooking this week… sigh…
I walked down an aisle when I look up and catch this dude staring at me. It was pretty disconcerting since a) I looked like death warmed over b) he was hot c) I think we may have “dated” before and I use the term “dated” very “loosely” and d) he was with a girl. That e) caught him staring.
How uncomfortable is that! She probably thinks I want her man now. I don’t want your man! I gotta man! I had yours! Threw him back!
Oops. Did I just type that?! Well!
Anyway, back to shopping. I bought a few things I never would have bought if the kid or R were here - including this:
I don’t think I ever blogged about the time I nearly walked towards the light after ingesting some papaya extract. It was strange to me since I know I’ve had papaya before and NOT had that reaction (lips swelling up, throat closing, itchy all over) so R (oh, R) thinks I’m only allergic to the extract (it’s like a vitamin) and not the actual fruit itself.
Well, I’ve always wanted to test out that theory but haven’t gotten around to it yet. I walk by that container of papaya and lime time and again and think it’s so pretty… well, today. TODAY, you see, it was half off and I’m a sucker for a sale.
Seriously, throw a lump of shit on sale and I’ll buy it. It’s unreal.
It’s somewhat amusing to me that I’d choose to test out theories on potentially harmful food allergens when both R and the kid are gone but that’s me - I live on the edge. Dashing in and out of danger as if on SKIS.
If you don’t hear from me for a few days, I’m dead. Death by papaya.
7 Responses to “A Woman Obsessed”
Miss Jo Ladie on Jun 16, 2008 | Reply
ROFLMAO! Mare, you are a friggin’ trip! This post had me LMAO @ my desk!
I wish we had a fresh and easy! Nope we just got Trader Joes and well it’s cool but it ain’t that cool. Blah.
Rhonda on Jun 16, 2008 | Reply
I love Chris Brown, which is probably sick and wrong since he is practically a child, but he is HOT :)
I buy anything that is on sale too, its bad. I did manage to put back the 2 slices of cheesecake that F&E had on sale, but it was hard.
Mary on Jun 16, 2008 | Reply
Nicola on Jun 17, 2008 | Reply
Please don’t die! Make sure 911 is on speed dial before you put that papaya in your mouth ;-) I have a mild ‘intolerance’ to unripe fruit and some nuts, particulaly the raw, unsalted healthy versions. I get a itchy mouth and neck. It’s weird, but at least I don’t lose the ability to breathe!
Speaking of ex’s… J has told me on numerous occasions that both of his ex’s have keys to his house. THAT makes me nervous… what if they just let themselves in while I’m in a compromising position? Like in the shower… You made me even hungrier than I was alread with all that BBQ talk, think I’m gonna be lazy and order in a pizza!
ali on Jun 17, 2008 | Reply
i’m sorry…you lost me at chick-fil-a…mmm…
(talk about a woman obsessed, eh?)
hahaha
Angel on Jun 17, 2008 | Reply
OMG I want chik-a-fila and its just not fair. So not fair. I adore Chris Brown. I offered to put my boys in hip hop dance class just so they could dance like him, because that boy has moves. Yah they weren’t crazy about that idea dangit.
You need to time your evil kenival stunts better girly! I love a good risk myself but that is not lining the toilet seat for me, don’t you try things like that again. *shaking finger at you*
Mary on Jun 17, 2008 | Reply