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In the movie Lost in Translation there is a scene in which Bill Murray's character explains that, upon having your first child, "your life as you know it is gone...never to return." The movie has been one of my favorites for years. I just wish that I had known he meant my life.

In early 2010, I gave birth to the world's most perfect child. (Is there a parent who doesn't think his/her child is the world's most perfect?) In addition to being beautiful, he is brilliant and sweet and funny and hands-down the best thing that will ever happen to me. This kid is my entire world. I had somehow suspected through most of my life that he would be, which is why I fought very hard to have him. But about the post-childbirth apocalypse, I had absolutely no clue.

To say things have changed would be misleading. EVERYTHING has changed. Most of it has been good--some not so great--but everything is without a doubt different. And now the world changes once again. My little family and I find ourselves journeying from the big city to beautiful, calm Montana. Will the change be for the better? As with anything, the answer is sometimes "yes," sometimes "no," and always sought with massive quantities of hope. Come with me as I navigate the roads from fast-paced, big-city lawyer to Montana Momhood. Is there a line that can be walked? We'll see. But I can guarantee, at a minimum, it will be an adventurous road trip....

Monday, May 16, 2011

I Hate Walmart

Hi folks.  Sorry for the lack of posts last week.  The site was having trouble.  But we're back on track!

Before I continue, please let me say that people who shop at Walmart on a regular basis are far smarter than I.  The prices there are WAY lower than other stores.  And for the same things.  Not to mention, of course, the fact that most are now "superstores" of some sort, at which you can purchase everything from cat food to your child's first prom date.

I, however, hate Walmart with a vengeance.  Some of it has to do with once being denied much-needed alcohol on a Sunday in a state that does not sell alcohol on Sundays.  Not exactly Walmart's fault, but I hold grudges.  Part of it has to do with the fact that I am a complete snob.  Target is my haven.  I could spend weeks and billions of dollars there.  Were I Bill Gates (oh, sorry, I'm dating myself--I mean that Facebook guy), I would have one in my backyard, complete with $30 swimsuits and a half-crazed checkout girl.  But Walmart?  WAY beneath my standards.  Why?  No clue.  Could be the decor.  Could be the size.  Could be the old people.  No idea.  But the number one reason why I hate Walmart is that I have had to deal with their attorneys before.  And let's just say the store's policy on lawsuits isn't exactly the stuff worthy of admiration.  It makes logical sense, sure, but it isn't exactly what you want your kids to grow up to be.  So there you go.

So...what am I doing today?  I am going to Walmart to pick up a sandbox I ordered for my kid.  It was a style that I had admired in posh kids magazines for months now.  I am very excited.  But what kills me is that I am getting it for literally half the price of those other magazines and for even less than normal sandboxes.  At Walmart.  Same product--half the price.  I could say "if you can't beat 'em, join 'em" and all that.  But the truth is, I sold out.  My completely irrational "standards" have fallen.  Look out world, it's a whole new (though still bitchy) me.

2 comments:

  1. I would totally go for the cheaper price. Where are the pictures of you at MT Wal-Mart???

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  2. I too have a passionate dislike for Walmart. The aisles are tight, the auto repair stuff is next to the guns is next to the apparel is next to the food. It is just overwhelming. My brain is just to small to process all that it is. Their business practices suck and they are too big. That being said, the worst thing about Walmart are the people that shop there. They may be the nicest people in the world, but get them in a Walmart and they metamorphous into something rude, inconsiderate, unthinking, impolite, monsters. Yuck!

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