Becoming a Wal-Marter

anybody that knows me

knows my deep dislike

for wal-mart.

i have a long rooted disgust for this mega giant.

i mean...over 25 years of anti feelings.

it stemmed in my childhood.

{middle school, actually.}

for some reason

i got it in my head that it was a horrible place.

a place i would not be caught dead in.

if you shopped at wal-mart you were a....

WAL-MARTER!

{i title i did not want.}

as i got older, i shifted gears and decided

it was not politically correct to shop there.

they went against everything i believed in.

they were the big, mighty corporation...

putting ma and pa out of business.

and.

i held to my guns.

that is...

until now.

today i went to wal-mart for the third time in about six weeks.

and.

i kind of like it.

the first time i went - i couldn't believe the money i saved.

plus, they carry some of the same organic foods that my

dear, beautiful whole foods sales...

for a fraction of the cost!

and, if i go at the right time of day

the store is clean and i seldom see the people that

grace the pages of peopleofwalmart.com

the other day i was there with the kids

and it was quite amusing.

our conversations went like this:

cade: mom! mom! you won't believe this! it's amazing! they only have one toy nascar left!!!

can you believe that?

me: well honey...the same people that shop at wal-mart also love nascar.

***

randi: where are the books and magazines?

me: hhmmmm....i don't know.

{we search around. see nothing.}

me: well honey, people that shop at wal-mart also don't read.

randi: mom! you can't say those things if you are going to shop here!

***

and that got me thinking...

i have been to nascar this year.

i did attend a monster truck/dragster race yesterday. {which was hell. hot. nauseating. and, i got stung by a bee.}

and. i. am. shopping. at. wal-mart.

it's official.

i am a wal-marter.

and as my mom so lovingly said...

"so, you've put on your big girl panties?"

yes i have.