Friday, January 23, 2015

How to Shop at Costco - Part 2

Hello, my name is Andrea, and I am an official card-carrying member of Costco. There, I said it.

I tried to resist Costco, but I have failed. So here I am. I am ready to do this.

I say ready, but what I really mean is angry.

I prepare myself as best I can, with my most comfortable walking shoes, hair pulled back into a practical ponytail, and a grocery list. Although I do not have a picture of my face as I entered the dreaded Costco warehouse entrance, I can leave it to the better artists of the world to fully express my sentiments as I arrived.

Yup, that just about sums it up.

I only had to take PJ with me since Phillip had taken the girls to ballet, and fortunately he was in a great mood. But the downside was that I lost my grocery list five minutes in. Since it had only been five minutes, I hopefully went back and retraced my steps. But there was absolutely no sign of it.

So now I am just winging it. Even though growing up I used to go with my mom, I wasn't really paying attention since I was busy being a bored teenager. The only thing I ever noticed at the time was the annoying crowds and industrial sized box of Snickers bars. Only one of which I was ok with.

I aimlessly wandered the enormous aisles, trying to mentally reconstruct the list that had taken me a week to put together. It was easy to get distracted by all the stuff they had. There was a lot I needed to stare at.  Starting with the popcorn. Never in my life have I seen such a huge bag of popcorn. It was bigger than my child. Don't believe me? I have proof.

Even though I had only bought a few items, my cart was heavy and full. Not full of Jurassic popcorn, I actually put that back. This was purely a photo op situation.

So, let me give you the blow by blow details of the actual shopping experience.

See, unlike my sister I will have mercy on you and spare you the Costco experience.

In summary: Three hours later, I was done shopping. And I was exhausted. After all, I had done a lot of physical activity.

So now I have my membership for a whole year. How frequently must I do this? The Costco lovers of the world insist if I shop there I have to go less frequently for groceries. So, by that account I only have to go one, maybe two more times this year. Right???

Granted, they also insist that if I just give it a chance I will love it. I say they are wrong on both counts.

What about you? Are you a Costco lover? Or a Costco hater?

Saturday, January 17, 2015

How to Shop at Costco - Part 1

I have something important to tell you. I have been pushed over a precipice .

You may recall a little blog post some time ago about Costco and how I'm being pushed to shop there. If you haven't read it yet, catch up here: Costco Pusher.

Well, the time has finally come. I have been pushed, and pushed, and pushed.... slowly, but surely, towards the Costco precipice. And, finally, right off of it.

So. How did this happen? When last you saw me in this Costco saga I was resisting with all my might.  But at some point I stopped resisting so hard. This was a fatal error on my part. It seems that my first mistake was admitting to my my mom and sister that with my growing family that perhaps it made sense for me to start making larger scale purchases at some point in the far off future (like, on my deathbed).

My second mistake was allowing my mom to buy some stuff at Costco for me.

And my third mistake was Christmas. Oh wait, that one was not my fault.

What did these mistakes get me? A Costco membership. You see, my dear sister very kindly got me a Costco membership for my Christmas. Nothing says, "I love Baby Jesus!" quite like a Costco membership. Am I right?

Just as I accuse my sister of being a Coscto pusher, she accuses me of being a Weight Watchers pusher (I love Weight Watchers and credit my weight loss successes to the program and always share tidbits from my meetings with anyone who will listen). So I tried to repay the favor of a Costco membership.

But I guess it didn't go over too well.

So now I have the dreaded Costco membership. I'm officially being pushed over the edge!!!

Part 2: The Visit

Saturday, January 10, 2015

Funny Text Messages

Every once in a while my BFF Laura and I end up with funny text conversations, and I was just thinking it would be fun to share them. She doesn't know this, but I actually keep screen shots of our convos when they are especially entertaining. Is it creepy and slightly stalker-ish that I save our convos without her knowing? Perhaps. But she and I have been friends since we were 18 years old and were roommates on a study abroad trip to Oxford, England. Even though we now live in different states, we are still "BFFs 4 Ever". So that makes my saved text messages un-creepy. Maybe. Besides, she has told me she has always wanted her own stalker, and I want her to be happy, so it actually works out. 

I miss her a lot and I  miss hanging out with her all day long doing nothing but laughing about stupid things. These days, text messages are the easiest way to stay in touch since we both have toddlers who often interrupt phone conversations, or are napping so we don't dare risk waking them up.

I love it that she totally gets me, and now that we both have little ones, we are totally on the same page.