Me Big and Strong! (yeah, right).

I'm not exactly sure why I do this to myself, but last night I headed to the grocery stores to lay in supplies. I confess I haven't done this properly in far too long. I discovered, while I was home ill that my pantry consisted of: corn starch, dried pasta, oatmeal and currants. There was almost nothing in my fridge that wasn't green and fuzzy with the exception of yogurt. My initial plan to was to get some stuff now and the balance of what I wanted, in order to restock my kitchen, this weekend. Because of that I simply grabbed my rolling back pack. It's sufficient to hold a bag or two bags of sacked groceries (Brown bag not those teeny, tiny plastic bags). I've been known to easily cram $80.00 worth of groceries into my rolling back pack--easy peasy.

I headed to Trader Joe's first. I haven't been there in forever. $51.00 later my backpack is crammed full and I still haven't hit Albertson's for the other items on my list. ACK! $63.00 later I stagger back to the bus weighed down with 100 pounds of groceries. My backpack filled to bursting, I tied plastic bags, looped through the straps and propped a large paper bag on top, leaning against the extended handle. I got home 40 minutes later (thank Gods the bus drops me a half block from my house) I was huffing and puffing and wobbly.

As much as I may sound like I'm whining here, all that stubborn effort of 'doing it all by my big ol' self is worth it. I now have the means to eat far more healthy then I have been. The only thing left for me to get are a few more fresh veggies at the farmer's market on Saturday and a bag of dog food.

Still, last night is an example of the rare times I miss having a car. I was actually tempted to call a cab, or call Dr S. for a ride but, being the stubborn brat that I am, I refused to spend that extra money on a taxi or call and admit to a friend that I was unable to fetch and carry for myself. Yes.Stubborn.Brat. You're not surprised by that, I trust.

I think next time I get a dog it's going to be a Great Dane or an Irish Wolfhound or a Grand Pyrenees so I can train them to pull a cart behind them.

And while I'm dreaming, I'd like a pony, please.


(Edited to add this ENTIRELY appropriate cartoon:)

FINALLY some GOOD NEWS!

A federal judge ruled Thursday that the government's warrantless wiretapping program is unconstitutional and ordered an immediate halt to it.

U.S. District Judge Anna Diggs Taylor in Detroit became the first judge to strike down the National Security Agency's program, which she says violates the rights to free speech and privacy as well as the separation of powers enshrined in the Constitution.

"Plaintiffs have prevailed, and the public interest is clear, in this matter. It is the upholding of our Constitution," Taylor wrote in her 43-page opinion.

*Clueless*

The Co-worker loves to send me links in IM. She's always trying to get a reaction out of me. I often let her have it. It could be cute pictures of puppies or kitties, or something really gross so she hears me squeal "EWWW!!!" That cracks her up. I don't always look at the url, I just click the link so it's a real Russian Roulette as to what might make my eyeballs bleed next. I try not to open any of the Craig'slist urls because she loves to send me things from the Rant N Rave section. Like talk radio, RNR from Craig'slist sends my blood pressure through the ceiling. I can't *STAND* idiots. Still, after blindly clicking a link to RNR I backed out and looked at the list of topics in the EastBay RantsNRaves section. Here's some real humdingers:

I heard that white dudes have small dicks

Help! I don't have a job and I can't afford a hooker

Why are there no more Quaaludes

Lizards farting in your grandmother's house have no porridge

Chlorine...gene pool...anyone?