Would you like paper or plastic?

Not like the clerk really cares. I went grocery shopping tonight, and boy do I love grocery shopping. No sarcasm there. I usually wander aimlessly, fantasizing of tantalizing dinners and sweet desserts. After my I had my fill of groceries, I plumped my goodies on the conveyer belt of doom. As I was chatting with the friendly checker, I hear a voice ask "do you want one bag or two?" I looked at my seemingly endless stream of groceries, and told her I didn't think it would fit in one bag. She told me she could make me a really heavy bag. I told her I did not want a heavy bag. I even lied and told her I was walking, just so I wouldn't have to hear a potential speel on wasting bags. I noticed that she was packing everything into one bag. In annoyance, I watched her pile my raw chicken with my vegetables and dental floss. The cashier chimed in and told her he didn't think it would fit into one bag. She agreed and threw about 2 items into the other bag. In front of her, I started pulling out items in my ridiculously heavy one bag, and tossed them into my other bag. This one woman has done this to me before, and I recall being quite annoyed with her last time.

First of all, if you see a ton of groceries coming down the line, WHY even ask if I want one bag or two? Seriously. Second, when you tell someone you are walking, it is COMMON SENSE to even out the weight distribution of bags. Third, why bother asking if you aren't going to do what I want anyway? I checked her name tag to see if she was a supervisor of sorts, and possibly keen on the idea of saving her team money by being a bag nazi. Nope, a regular team member was she. So...why? I have a general irritation with people who lack common sense and courtesy. I know it's grinding work, and hell, I've done it myself, but a little common sense goes a long way. /End rant.

With the weather being cold and wet, I didn't feel like doing much but getting under the electric blanket. I forced myself to go the gym, and it looks like another pound is missing from my body. I have yet to figure out from where, but somewhere, a hard earned pound of fat is missing.

I had a good chat with my friend about our cross country drive. We have a somewhat firm date set, and we are formulating tangible plans. We are taking I-80 straight through. I love and adore maps, so I lovingly oogled over the drive and found a great website giving a little insight into the drive. I am so excited to be going through all kinds of states that I would never otherwise visit. We will be traversing the continental divide (twice apparently in Wyoming, weird). We will be going through the Sierra Nevada and through the Rockies, and into the great plains. This is a geography geek's dream, which is me. We just need to figure out some sites to see and have a couple of food lover's restaurants lined up, and we will be good.

The talk got me motivated again. So, I hopped into the bedroom and into the closet. I sorted through all of our books and separated mine out. I piled a huge stack of books that would not be traveling with me. I felt super good about my choice of books, and then did a drop off at the Salvation Army.

Since I have a good 4.5 months before I actually move, I am aware that I am doing things way early. But, I start full-time classes next semester, and with full-time work happening too, I just don't see how I will have time to get it all together. When I moved out the first time, I did not plan it it all, and ended up tossing all kinds of stuff into the trunk of my car and missed really important things. I don't want to do that again because this time, I can't just come over to collect those items.

I did not have to go into work today as planned. Wohoo, thank you bad weather. But tomorrow is an early day of a major project. Not so woohoo!