Kroger has started to give me a complex. Every time I find some kind of food that I not only like, but my stomach can also handle, they get rid of it a couple of weeks later.
For example, I’m supposed to be eating yogurt. I hate yogurt. But I discovered that the Fiber One vanilla yogurt tastes quite good. Not only can I no longer find it at Kroger, but it seems to have disappeared from every store in town.
I found a new Lean Cuisine meal: Asian-style potstickers. Tried it. Loved it. Can no longer buy it at Kroger.
My favorite beef teriyaki stir-fry in a bag meal disappeared months ago. It was the first one of its kind where I could eat everything in it and not pick out nasty things like peppers and broccoli.
My in-case-of-no-food-in-the-house three-cheese Totino’s pizza has been sold out for weeks.
The one Oscar Mayer Deli Creations sandwich that I liked has also been cut from Kroger’s shelves.
I know, I could shop elsewhere. But when you live in a tiny town, where Kroger is the cheapest grocery store in town and Walmart is quite a drive from the house (and besides, it’s Walmart), there aren’t a whole lot of other options.
Hmmm… maybe if I start buying up broccoli, Kroger will stop selling it and my mother will quit nagging at me to eat it…
I was on vacation all of last week. Prime opportunity to search for my voice and do some blogging! Alas, it was not to be. A combination of a sudden desire to rewatch “Angel” from the beginning and a yucky stomach bug kept me offline most of the week.
The one thing I wanted to do on vacation was go to Knoxville, visit the mall (Apple Store!) and eat Japanese food. Mom and I arrived too early for lunch so we decided to kill time in Target. That’s when I discovered Target has it in for my family. Last time we made a trip to Knoxville for shopping and Japanese food, Mom became violently ill while in Target. This time, it was my turn. There is nothing worse than being stuck in such a public place while your insides are making a violent bid for freedom. That is, until you’re trying to drive home while not being ill and getting stuck on the interstate because of an 18-wheeler that decided to burst into flames.
I think I’m going on two years without Japanese food. And I’m blaming Target. Target, why do you not want me to indulge in delicious yakiniku?
Still not feeling too up-to-par this week. And I know I’m probably putting off the inevitable doctor’s visit, but I really don’t want to spend a whole lot of money for only a little help. I’m trying to manage my condition as best I can, but I think the time will come eventually when I’ll have to get over my embarrassment and penny-pinching and seek some help.
This morning I was riding a bit of a cloud from actually writing a column for the paper and being brave enough to speak up about it. And I posted a link to it on Facebook for my friends and family to read and got some good comments on it. But of course, that feeling didn’t last long.
First, this morning, I slipped sitting down at my desk and banged my leg against the corner of a drawer and it hurt. Then, this afternoon, I lift up my glasses to rub my eye (I know, you shouldn’t do that) and the nose guard just snaps right off.
I had to spend all evening searching for my old glasses, which I finally found after an hour of tearing my room apart in an old purse hanging in my closet. I put them on and discover that my eyesight must have gotten a whole lot worse in the past couple of years because everything is still blurry. So tomorrow I shall have to call and make an appointment to get my eyes checked (I’m overdue anyway), and try to wear these broken glasses until I can get a new pair.
I’m still fighting with my insurance company about paying for having my wisdom teeth removed in February, plus I’m still paying my hospital bill for having my gallbladder out in December, and now I have to find some money to pay for new glasses.
And I really wanted to buy “Dollhouse” on DVD. I’ll just add it to my Christmas list for now.
Universe, why don’t you want me to have nice things??
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