World Class City

This weekend started off quite awesomely! I unexpectedly had Friday afternoon off because it was the Feast Day of the Dormition of Our Most Holy Lady, the Theotokos. So I went shopping and got a hair cut. It looks pretty suburban haus frau, which I'm not happy about and I'll change that, stat, but at least it's not long and split-ended any more and honestly, after a certain age, you really start to look like mutton dressed as lamb if your hair is a certain kind of long. You don't look young, you don't look cool, you just look like an old bar fly so that had to go. And that's not just a statement on aging and women. Men, too.

Today's been a lot of shopping. I hate Walmart, truly I do. I mean, I don't even care about the whole upset over them running small businesses out of business. That's just capitalism in action, baby! What I don't like is their pharmaceutical policies, their censored media, their employment policies and I'm sorry, but I really *can* believe they were telling their employees how to vote. Such scallawags, that Walton family! But, in this prison of an economy, I am totally Walmart's bitch for staples like flour, etc. While in the parking lot today, I was amusedly musing on the fact that Indianapolis likes to bill itself as a "World Class City" because I was listening to a rock station that stated they play "World Class Rock". World Class this and World Class that is what you hear here. It's like if they say it enough, it will become true. Or, maybe they don't know from....anything. Indiana is one of the most provincial places on the planet so it's kind of hilarious. And the radio stations here, OMG. Abysmally awful. Has there been any new music produced in the last two years? I wouldn't know.

So I did the walmart run, I couldn't find any of the promised Mothra stuff, but I did find turtle food. While I was in the pet section I saw a book titled Training for your Puppy. We need a book entitled "Oh, my Fing God, I'm going to kill this Fing Dog!!!" The little beast got out of his enclosure last night when we were out and marked one of our new chairs. How many times have I said obedience school for that dog? WELL I MEAN IT THIS TIME!!!! (Yes, I know it's not the dog's fault).

And where did we go last night? We went out for ice cream to celebrate the first week of school and Sam's mom joined us. Sammy got the most unusual--mint with gummy bears. The request startled our ice cream barista. But Sammy liked it so it was all good.

Time to run--Claudia's yelling at me to come watch the McCain/Obama thing on television.