Late night: Walmart!

After working a 12 hr shift today and knowing that I've signed up for tomorrow's night shift, I am purposely trying to stay awake until 3 or 4 am so that I can sleep as long as I can tomorrow. That being said, the exhaustion is starting to hit me, but in the midst of fighting it off I have learned one way of staying awake: taking a late night trip to the all-wonderful Wally World.

After getting over the fear of running into the creepy bums, this worked out great being that 1) I needed groceries, and 2) I needed necessities. Starting out with the latter so as not to have melting frozen foods while perusing the shampoo section, I headed towards deodorant. After picking up a few items in this aisle and the ones surrounding, I decided to leisurely stroll towards the clearance section (my favorite). Here I looked at things from dental flossers, to discount wedding champagne glasses, to everyday planners. While I thought about clearing them of their half-off stickers for scrapbooking, I begrudgingly chose otherwise.

Next, it was off to the silverware as ours is getting rusty and its time for new (sadly, it's only been 2 years!). At this point, I start to catch myself dazing at products, and have to snap myself out of a trance so as not to let the poor dutiful workers slack on the job by staring at me thinking I needed help (in more ways than one). Deciding I have not shopped and compared enough in this area to narrow my choices down to one, I leave this section empty handed.

Next stop, books. I picked up a soft cover copy (to match the others I have) of Eclipse so that I can finally return my dear friend Missy's. The best part of this is it was $8.97. Yay! Can't beat that! Though, no Breaking Dawn was to be found, which saddened my mood slightly. Poo. Enough of books. Magazines! Yes! A little gossip never hurt anyone, right? Oh, what's that...Jessica Simpson is having a baby with ex football player Eric Johnson? Oh, the scandal. lol

Now, 30 min have passed and I'm starting to notice they've downsized the checkout lines from 4 to 2. Hm, maybe I better pick up the pace just a bit. Oh wait, I don't care how long I take. I'm tryyying to stay awake, remember? This is strange, this not rushing kind of atmosphere. (random thoughts from late night Tandra's brain, I apologize.)

This time of night is great since there are fewer shoppers, but the one downfall is that there are pallets of boxes full of stuff in every aisle, making it practically impossible to get around (or not bump into...hey I can't walk straight even if I'm not lacking sleep. don't judge!) This posed yet another embarrassing scene, I'm sure. At this point I'm giving free entertainment away. Even if I didn't look younger than 40, I'm sure they would've carded me just for my weaving in the aisles had I bought liquor.

Anyway, once I got to the food section, I really seriously did need to stop dragging my feet so that I could get the milk and sour cream home. Choosing the shorter of the 2 checkout lines, I chose wrong, as usual. Judging poor Granny who was checking out the customers, I got frustrated. How hard can it be to run a handwritten check through the machine?! Seriously. Oh well, may as well make the most of it. More magazine time!

But then as my turn finally came around, I set my purse on the counter and asked her how she was doing and she scanned my items. She then replied, "Probably better than I deserve to be," with the sweetest, ever so genuine smile on her face. Oh man...how do you respond to that? Of course I reassured her that she certainly did deserve to be doing that well. Another smile. Aw. What a doll! I just wanted to take her home with me now!

Though I refrained from stuffing Granny in my Coach bag on the way out, I soon realized that the majority of my purchases were junk food. Great job, Tandra. Your bank account and your tight jeans will not thank you later!

Last thought on late night Walmart runs, do not go on an empty stomach.

My Ride

Yes. I got it...my dream car! I have been riding (lol) on cloud nine ever since I signed the papers yesterday. My very own car!! I have wanted a Mustang since before I learned how to drive, so I'm very pleased, to say the least. :)

So, without further ado, here she is.

And yes, I am thinkin' it is a she, just not too sure what I'm gonna name her yet. A friend suggested Marilyn, cause she's blonde, fierce, and sexy :) We'll see.

Got it bad

Oh man! I've got it bad...fever, car fever, that is. It has been brewing for a while now - ever since I graduated really, but its worsened just recently. My guilty conscience just wants to say, "No Tandra, you've got too many school loans to pay off," but the devil on my other shoulder sure is making it hard on me. He's dangling that new car smell, smooth ride, stick shift, wind in your hair (well, if convertible) feeling right in front of my nose. Thoughts like, "I'm only young and single for a few years," or "your loans will still be there even if you don't indulge," pop into my head.

The reason that it's become increasingly difficult on me is that I'm getting a pretty good chunk of money back from taxes. I also know that my car is getting up pretty high on mileage and won't be worth a whole lot if I don't sell it soon. All that being said, I can sort of, just maybe justify wanting a newer one. Maybe?

My brother and I went out looking today with the intention of test driving a few I've been interested in. Unfortunately, the dealerships were closed (why they would close on a Sunday when most everyone is off is beyond me), but we did find one used car lot open, and another that left all their cars unlocked (guess they're not worried about theft?). I test drove a 2007 Mitsubishi Eclipse.

The convertible was perfect, especially on a day like this, but I was not in love with it.

Ever since high school, I have wanted a Ford Mustang. My urge to drive one was not fulfilled today, but I'm hoping to go tomorrow and test one out, if not for anything else other than to rule out liking them.

Of course, being the chick that I am, I would be sufficiently satisfied with the above. My brother, on the other hand, is drooling over things like extra horse power or having a V8 engine with extra torque etc. I think he's just living vicariously through me, since he can't afford any of the like yet.

But my other top 3 option, and probably the one I'd definitely get if I were to go brand new, is the 2010 Chevy Camaro.

Oh so sleek, and all I want to do when I see it is go Vrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmmmm...

Who decided this anyway?

I have not blogged in a long time. I would think about it every now and then, but talk myself out of doing it for no apparent reason, other than feeling it had been too long since I'd written one so would put it off even longer. But I decided, now's as good as a time as any to pick it back up, so here it goes. :)

This week is seemingly "post your celebrity look-alike pic" week on Facebook. As cool as this is to see my friends post pics of their supposed millionaire twins, I think it's funny because I realized that my only friends that had posted them were of celebs that were gorgeous or hot. What about the normal-looking people? The average, everyday Jane? Do you see people posting pics of ugly actresses/actors? No, of course not! Now I realize that it is almost a requirement to be beautiful in Hollywood, but come on!

So, now my friends that do look like a celeb can post their pic and get "likes" galore and show off that they were blessed with features and attributes of a famous person. I don't mind that I don't necessarily look like one at all. I am unique and am actually glad that no one else has a face just like mine. The real question to me is, who decides these "change your profile pic" to a childhood pic, a sibilings pic, an old wedding pic, a celeb pic, a this or that, anyway?