Showing posts with label Walmart. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Walmart. Show all posts

Thursday, May 30, 2024

Bobservations

This is a quiz … which one of these is Carlos and which one is me. Of note, this is not our actual vacuum, it is used for quiz purposes only but, again, which one of us is the sociopath?

This Tuxedo memory is from April 2017:

“I didn’t see a single Hot Man on television this week ... at least none that hadn’t been seen here before. So I decided to post a photo of the Hottest Man at Casa Bob y Carlos ...

Sadly, Carlos wouldn’t pose, so I’ll go with the second Hottest Man in the house.

I kid ... this is the hottest man in our house: Tuxedo.

Oy! Look at the punum on that cat!”

And still the hottest cat ever!

Something to ponder … politicians gladly accept a daily per diem to buy meals and such and then they head back to Congress and vote against making school lunches free.

Make it make sense.

Pride this year at Target is shaping up to be smaller and quieter than it once was and you might not see it at all.

Last year, Target's Pride collection featured more than 2,000 items online, but this year’s assortment consists of fewer than 75 items.

Thanks, but no thanks Target.

On the other hand … Walmart is promoting its new Pride apparel on Instagram ahead of Pride month, writing:

“Not just a slogan. #PrideAlways is a reminder to lead with love.”

Walmart’s Pride collection includes products like a notebook that says “beyond gender” a tote bag that says “totes gay,” a fanny pack with “I heart gay people” on it and rainbow-colored products like a pool floatie and an apron.

I don’t shop at Walmart, but props to them for having a spine.

It’s the simple things in life … and I am nothing if not a simpleton, but every time I see this cartoon it cracks me up.

Apparently the state of Massachusetts has instituted a Millionaire Tax and it has already $1.8 BILLION for things like roads and bridges, schools and childcare.

Tax.The.Rich.

The Ohio Supreme Court has rejected the state’s request to ban gender-affirming care for trans youth.

A victory for our trans brothers and sisters.

Isn’t it interesting how a man who claims to have no say about how his wife flies a flag at their home thinks he can tell other women what to do with their bodies.

Lucas Nicolas Bravo, age 35, is a French actor and model best known for starring in the Netflix series Emily in Paris though I think he’s best known for Would You Hit It?

Monday, November 30, 2020

I Went To Walmart ...

The other day, watching a series of cooking shows on PBS, I watched a fella make a Cranberry Candied Ginger Buckle. For those out of the know, as I was, a buckle consists of fruit and cake baked together, with a streusel topping and, as it bakes the fruit and streusel topping make the cake “buckle.”

We had the cranberries because Carlos makes homemade cranberry sauce every Thanksgiving, so I set out for the rest of the ingredients. Two stores in Smallville and when I asked about Candied ginger all I got were confused looks, a check with someone higher up, and a “We don’t have that.”

Back home, I checked the computer for candied, or crystallized, ginger, and found that it was about three miles away at :::gasp::: Walmart, or twenty-five miles away at Kroger. Now, y’all know how I feel about Walmart, but the reasonable side of my brain, which rarely comes into play, thought, check the closest store first before you drive nearly an hour out and back.

So … I.Went.To.Walmart. Thank the goddess for the mask and a baseball cap, as well as the very early morning hour.

I went into the store and checked the “International” foods aisle, which at Walmart in Smallville, South Carolina, is mainly Avocado Mayo and flavored Ketchup; none. I checked in produce where they have the nuts—and no, not just the people shopping there—and found no candied ginger. I even checked the cany aisle because, Walmart. And then I made my way to customer service where the conversation went exactly like this:

“Hi. Do you carry candied ginger?”

“Gingers in the produce aisle.”

“No, not fresh ginger, but candied ginger,”

“Gingers in the spice aisle.”

“No, not powdered ginger, but candied ginger.”

“Check produce or spices.”

“Thank you so much.”

I turned to leave in a huff, and believe me when I say I give good huff, the woman standing behind me said “Excuse me?”

I thought she knew where candied ginger was, so I stopped, and she said:

“Do you always wear your shirt buttoned all the way up like that?”

I was wearing a denim shirt under a sweater, and yes, I did have the denim shirt buttoned all the way to the top because I like it, so I replied:

“Yes, I do.”

And she said:

“Interesting choice.”

I scanned her from her frizzed dyed blond job, down beyond the caked-on mascara, over the Christmas sweater, below the too-tight yoga pants and stopped:

“Thanks for the fashion advice. Nice crocs.”

Twenty-five minutes later I walked into Kroger, stopped the first person I saw who worked there, and asked about candied ginger:

“Check next to produce where we have all the pre-packaged nuts and dried fruits. It’s on the bottom shelf, about halfway down the aisle.”

Twenty-five minutes later I was home, making a Cranberry Candied Ginger Buckle.

Looks dee-lish, doesn’t it?

Thursday, June 25, 2020

Bobservations

I think Carlos may becoming … this is hard to say … he’s turning into a MAGAt. I fear my only solution is divorce.

It all started when I had been working in the yard and came back into the house, complaining of the little bugs that were attacking me. Then I began noticing their little bites on me, and the itch that came with them, and the scratching that seemed to spread to bites. I told Carlos I was getting some anti-itch ointment … hehe, ointment … and he said …
“Just.Use.Bleach.”
He’s _____ian! He’s _____ian!!!
It’s hard remembering which day of the week it is, or even, sometimes, which month. Tuxedo feels your pain …

How is the confederate flag part of his heritage? He was born in Queens, New York, not in the Confederate States of America. And even if he had been, he’d have complained of bone spurs to get out of that war, too.
At his Tulsa Hate Fest last week, one of his few followers said this to the media, while not wearing a mask:
“We had a friend who died from Covid, and his son was on a ventilator, he almost died. So we know it’s real, but then at the same time you don’t know what the facts are, you feel like maybe one side plays it one way and the other side plays it another.”
The facts, you dumbass, are that your friend died, and his son may die, too, but you don’t believe what is in front of your face, but choose to follow an idiot and a liar and a racist.
I’m a cynic, and I don’t care for Beyoncé so … sue me … but last week when Bey “gifted” fans with ‘Black Parade’, a special single released on Juneteenth, I couldn’t help but think she was out to make coins off the day. Cuz I didn’t hear a word about donating the funds to charity.
A couple of _____ lies … he admitted that if he cannot stop mail-in voting, he won’t be re-elected, and as I reminded him on Twitter:
He votes by mail. Junior votes by mail. Eric has someone show him how to vote by mail. Ivanka votes by mail. Melanie checks the mail to see if her check cleared.
Later in the week, speaking to Fox News lapdog Sean Hannity, about that video of Derek Chauvin murdering George Floyd, he admitted he couldn’t watch it. Not because it was sickening and disgusting, but because “it was over eight minutes, and who could watch that?"

He doesn’t have eight minutes for it.
This week _____ spoke at the Dream City Church in Phoenix because Arizona is poised to go Blue for the first time in 37 years. But that’s not about that … it’s about the “pastors” of the church telling their congregants that it’s okay to attend the rally because they invented an air purifier that kills COVID-19.

Yes, they did; but they have no plans to market their amazing new invention to anyone, it was just used to let a racist speak in front of a crowd.

Oh, and a crowd who cheered when the Racist-In-Chief once again called C OVID-19 the ‘Kung Flu.’

Christians. Cheering racism. In a church. God is watching and She is not happy.
Speaking of racism, Black Lives Matter protesters and Confederate flag loving loons faced off in Branson, Missouri, outside Dixie Outfitters because of the store owner’s affiliation with the Ku Klux Klan. One racist, that ugly bitch up there, Karen Jenkins, proudly shrieked at the BLM protestors:
“I will teach my grandkids to hate you all! I will teach them to hate all you people.”
Ugly words from an ugly person.
Novak Djokovic, the world’s #1 tennis player came out as an anti-vaxxer and a COVID-19 denier in April. Last week, he hosted an exhibition tournament in Croatia that flouted all social distancing and mask rules and even included a party in a packed nightclub.

This week Novak Djokovic tested positive for the virus.

Too bad there’s no cure for ignorance, well, except education.
I don’t like Walmart; I don’t shop at Walmart. But… this week Walmart took a stand that I like. Walmart spokesperson Anne Hatfield announced that the store will no longer sell the Mississippi state flag because it features a Confederate emblem:
“We believe it’s the right thing to do, and is consistent with Walmart’s position to not sell merchandise with the confederate flag from stores and online sites, as part of our commitment to provide a welcoming and inclusive experience for all of our customers in the communities we serve.”
How, if only Walmart would pay their employees a living wage.
Brett Hankison, one of three Louisville police officers involved in the killing of Breonna Taylor while executing a no-knock search warrant broke and shooting her 8 times has been fired.

One down, two to go; plus, lets fire whoever was in charge that night and allowed this to happen.
Over the weekend I watched A Million Little Things, based on a book by James Frey. It was ALLEGEDLY the story of his time in rehab for drug and alcohol addiction. Several years ago, it was chosen as an Oprah Book Club selection until it was revealed that, while Frey was in rehab, it wasn’t an autobiographical story as he’d pitched, but was a great deal of fiction. I remember Oprah taking Frey to task on her show for duping her …perhaps he gave her the book with a doughnut to trick her, I dunno.


Anyway, the movie; pretty harrowing depiction of drug use and rehab, but it starred Aaron Taylor-Johnson as James Frey. I thought he was quite good in the film, and it didn’t hurt that he was, even with a banged-up face, kinda hot, and that he appeared fully nude, and in spectacular glory, in several scenes.



Seriously. Spectacular!