It was a great weekend! On Saturday S had a tae kwon do tournament. He ended up kicking some booty and winning gold! He got a few minor scrapes and bruises, but he'll mend. For most of the day Miss J and I hung out. I'm uploading some videos to Facebook right now that show what we did. Short story: she put tupperware on her face and spun herself around, and she jumped. We also took a long walk, but I didn't video that. After an injured S came home, I went out shopping. Today S mowed the lawn, we played, we took a family walk, and S and I went out to dinner to celebrate his birthday while my mom watched Miss J. And Miss J was good! That's awesome because maybe she'll watch Miss J again sometime.
I wish we had a bigger consortium of babysitters. I've told people we need to take turns watching the kids, but we've never actually worked out such a system. So until that system gets worked out, we only have one babysitter.
At the grocery story I only had a few things, and I was only 3rd in line. But it was one of those lines where it literally took 15 minutes for the two people ahead of me to check out. It wasn't the cashier's fault. Both of these ladies had issues. The first one didn't have enough money, so she had to look through her wallet several times. Then she had to forfeit some items. I felt bad for her.
The next lady - I should have figured it out sooner. She had two separate orders going on; after I unloaded, I realized her first order was milk, juice and cereal. WIC. Ugh, I hate being behind the WIC people. Sometimes they have 3 separate transactions: WIC stuff, food stamp stuff, other stuff. So even though you only have 1 person in front of you, it's like having 3 people. She royally screwed up her WIC checks - some were expired, and she didn't match up the right things. The cashier was giving her grief for 1) being in the express line with more than 12 items and 2) not having all her WIC crap together and correct. The cashier was saying she could lose her job if the WIC transaction isn't correct. So then proceeded several minutes of the cashier to try and figure out what was going on while the lady examined her fake nails. And I examined the lady: professional highlights in her hair, fake nails, Costco card, Abercrombie shirt, designer purse, name brand jeans.
I really don't mind helping people who need it, but this lady either doesn't need the WIC help, or she tries hard to pretend that she doesn't need the help.
