Plastic Oreos

Adventure tends to follow me everywhere I go.  Sometimes I chase after it, but more often than not, it just happens.  Take tonight for example.  I've been putting off going to Walmart for as long as possible, but if I didn't go tonight, I wouldn't be able to go until this weekend.  I tackle one side (of Super Walmart) at a time.  Last week was food, tonight was non-food stuff (shampoo, tooth paste, etc).  I've been on the lookout and pricing different larger storage containers and finally found exactly what I needed and AND for really cheap ($3.48).  I picked up a lid directly on top of the container.  One might assume they organized them this way on purpose.  It didn't even occur to me test and make sure I'd picked up the right lid.  (Each time I type "lid" I type "lip" and have to erase and start again.)  It wasn't until I got home that I noticed the lid is entirely too large for the container!  The kicker is that there's only one red container, so again, that's why I assumed the lid would be correct.  So, what do I do now?  Take the lid back and ask for an exchange?

Ok, that's not exactly an "adventure" as previously mentioned, but stuff like that happens to me all the time.  Perhaps I should be more aware of what's going on around me?  I do tend to stay in my happy, little world a lot.  For instance, I was wandering down the cereal isle when I realized I was singing "Pant On The Ground"... outloud... and I got a very strange look from another customer.  Oh well.

Have you ever tried the peanut butter stuffed Oreos?  They are delicious and my favorite.  I was at Publix ("where shopping is a pleasure") and got a pack on a whim.  (I had a hankerin'.)  I pulled back the seal and was expecting to find that yummy Oreo smell, but it smelled like plastic.. like Play Doh even.  I didn't think this was a good sign, but took an apprehensive bite and quickly realized it tastes like plastic too!  I spit it out and tried again, but still tasted yucky!  I ended up throwing it away!  Tonight at Walmart, I tried again.  Surely they won't taste like plastic again, right?  After I bring the groceries in and realize I have the wrong lid, I opened the pack up.  Much to my chagrin, I discover it too is tainted by the plastic-grossness.  My question is, are my tastebuds revolting against me or is there "new recipe" yucky!  Let me know if you've had a similar experience.

I haven't written in a while... I'm not even sure I talked about Christmas yet?  Blogging is like a perverbial snowball bumbling down a hill.  If you don't stay on top of it, there's no catching up.  You just have to start fresh and mention things from the past.  I'll work on that post another time. 

Sometimes I feel like I need to be eloquent or say something super Spiritual, but I'm just a goof-ball and need to write about nothing in particular from time to time as well.  I know I enjoy reading other friend's blog when they ramble about life.  I hope it's the same for you.  Since I technically only had ONE lurker de-lurk: My Blue Morning and my Mom (via email), I don't know who reads my blog.  It's funny, the post I think many will comment on, it's like tumble weed blowing through my blog.  While others are super silly and got a lot of traffic.  You never can tell.

Last weekend (not the one that just ended), I mustered up some serious gumption and tackled my 2nd bedroom closet.  I haven't been able to walk in it for at least a year or more.  I started Saturday afternoon and worked for a long, long time.  I lost track of time and got my days and nights a little mixed up as a result.  Though, I was VERY productive!  I took pictures all along the way to catalog my adventure.  Who knows what I might find!  Boy did I find some interesting things!  I also went through thousands of pictures and many, many, many boxes of memories and life stuff.  I'll post some of my finds later. 

I somehow managed to hurt my back last Monday and it put me out of commission to do anything.  I could barely walk or move without groaning.  Thankfully, through the healing power of Jesus and magnets, I'm all better now.

Ok, enough roulette subject blogging.  I've got "Chuck" waiting on me.  Happy trails, friends!