Guilty Pleasure: People of Walmart

This is becoming one of the sites I check regularly. Partly because I am looking for a night job and applied at Wally World. I guess I am gearing myself up for the possible people I will encounter if I should get the job.

 

This last guy is called Rainbow Bill. We saw him at Incredible Pizza a few years ago. I innocently complimented his rainbow beard and he went into telling the group of us ((including my son Big B)) that he had been invited to do something or other w the OU cheerleaders and detailed  how he had set his phone in his pocket to record video of the girls. Um didn't ask, but alright dude. We walked away quickly.

Also part of the site, which was new to me today, is reader submitted Walmart stories. 

February 27th, 2010

Ridin’ The Bull

My husband works at a Walmart in Alabama, he came home from work yesterday laughing so hard it took him fifteen minutes to tell me the whole story. A few hours before he was supposed to be at work, around 7PM, a man somewhere in his 30s or 40s came into the store. He seemed like any normal shopper, he got assistance from a couple of the employees in trying to find what he was looking for. Apparently, they didn’t carry whatever it was he wanted. He walked to the front of the store as if he was about to leave but right as he got in front of all the cash registers, he turned around, dropped his pants, and began swinging his penis wildly in a circular motion with one hand, other arm in the air as if riding a bull. The police were called and the man was arrested, but not before scaring many people in the process. As far as I know, charges are going to be pressed against him.

Too funny. Got any guilty pleasures to share w/ me?

((Marf, didn't see a single one from Alaska, so maybe your Mom lucked out on the freaks at her store))

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Dropped That Fucking Ball Didnt I???

My semi sorta New Year's plan/resolution was to bring Escape Hatch back to life. And I also took on Monday Musings last year and then let it pretty much die. I hope the others are carrying on. I do intend to go looking at some point.

But I am alive. My 2nd mammogram came back fine, which was a huge relief.

The boys are doing good. Big B is finishing up the 5th grade and will be moving on the middle school next year. Little B is in pre-k, givin' 'em hell. He is my wild child. And while tame comparing him to some other children, his behavior issues lately have me doing all kinds of research and deep thinking.

Comes down to separation anxiety ((I think)). He was not a daycare kid and to go from being home w/  Mommy ((Me)) 24/7 to an all day 5 days a week routine was a shock to the system. He still loves to go, he just also loves to cause havoc when there.

I'll go into that some other time. Tomorrow, a week or maybe 5. But I will go into it sometime.

Saw this just now and it is actually what brought me here today. Simple little graphic, but sums me up oh so well....

See ya soon Blogosphere!!! ...................................... Or not, who knows w/ me anymore.

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Boob Squishin' ((take 2))

I had my first mammogram a few weeks ago. 

39 now, it's time.

The procedure itself was not fun. Standing very close to a total stranger while she holds, feels, moves and manipulates your breasts is not anything to be happy about. The squishin was not bad enough to get hysterical about, but it was uncomfortable.

I just wanted her to do what had to be done. Don't bs me, just do it so I can get dressed and go. That would not go over well w/ some people so I got the full talky treatment. Lady, when you are standing inches from my face, massaging my right boob, I don't want to hear it. I really appreciate your concern but I just do not care.

She was a kind lady, w/ bleach blonde hair ((not that there is anything wrong w/ that)) and waaay too much eye makeup for her age ((50 something)). I found myself thinking "people somewhere would probably pay for this".

Squish the boob from this angle, that angle, now just the nipple ((OW-fucking-CH)), ok now from the sides.

So... I made it through...  I was told I would be mailed the results in 2 weeks and they would call if they found something. She called yesterday morning. In fact, I woke up, saw the missed call, and before I was even fully awake I heard "Monique, this is ___ w/ _____ and I have your mammogram results. Please return my call so we can discuss them please".

They found a lump in each breast. I have to go back in for a tighter compression and a deeper scan. They want to flatten out those lumps, trying to see through them. If they can, good, it's fatty tissue or a cyst. If they cannot, then I must go in for a biopsy of each.

We had set up an appointment for yesterday at 1 30, she called to change it to 2 30 today and then called again to change it to 11 30 today. UGH!

I leave in a few minutes for counseling and then to the mammo right after. Fun day huh?

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Funny Funny

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Monday Musings+ -72- David Ryan, Clifford Stall, Rob Stampfli

"You do anything long enough to escape the habit of living

until the escape becomes the habit." - David Ryan

"Why is it drug addicts and computer aficionados are both called users?" - Clifford Stall

"If addiction is judged by how long a dumb animal will sit pressing a lever to get a "fix" of something, to its own detriment, then I would conclude that [facebook] is far more addictive than cocaine" - Rob Stampfli

Welcome to all, please join in. Post a quote on your blog, add your link below to send us directly to the quote, or very simply share one in the comments.

Hi, my name is Monique, and I am addicted to Facebook.

Not surprised? Really? It's true. I get sucked in w/ something simple like a text stating it is a friend's birthday. I jump in to send a quick message w/ warm wishes for their day and then feel the need, drive, twitch, compulsion, urge, to check my farms and fish, and oh is it time to work in YoVille? I'm ahead of my friends on Fishville, and want to keep it that way. Because, you know, it matters in life. L

I'm actually much more addicted to Farmtown and Fishville than any of the others. Something about designing the tanks makes me all warm and fuzzy feeling. Sad? Yes I know *hanging my head in shame ((just for show))*

If you are strong enough to resist, by all means do, but if not, there is a Facebook link on the sidebar, friend me and we'll be lifelong neighbors in the land of Oz.That sounded much cooler in my head. L

• Farmtown, level 60 ((intense addiction))
  
• Farmville, level 33 ((moderate addiction))
  
• Fishville, level 49 ((strong addiction))
  
• Yoville, level 38 ((comes and goes))
  
• Happy Aquarium, level  25 ((I forget about it and my fish die))
  
• Petville, level 12 ((my pet Floopsy has run off a few times from not being fed))

.................... and in case you actually WANT to break the addiction:  
Five clues that you are addicted to Facebook 

Facebook Syndrome: 8 Ways to Beat Your Facebook Addiction 

Why moms are at risk for Internet addiction

Facebook Addiction-Funny

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