with tiny little leaves have begun to poke through the soil where I planted my wildflower seeds. 

I was so happy that I went to Walmart and bought some inexpensive "perimeter fence" to put around my little patch of potential posies and hopefully protect them from weed-eater wielding lawn care men who come once a month to trim the grass at my apartment complex.

When they get a little bigger, I shall take a photo and dedicate another blog to them.

It's been a few months since I've been to my local Walmart and they are in the process of doing a remodel.  Normally, I don't mind change, but I was very frustrated that nothing was where I'm used to finding it.  They had a store map posted at the entrance and I stopped to look at it before I went into the store, but then as I wandered around, I kept wishing for little "You are here" maps to be posted in other places because either the maps lie, my memory isn't so good or they aren't done putting things where they are supposed to be because I could not find books and magazines at all.... and there was a row of Shrek stuff smack dab in the middle of where "automotives" was supposed to be.  Luckily, the garden center and the grocery store are in the same place...  but everything else was just a maze of confusion.  I don't really enjoy shopping much to begin with and if I have to work to find a simple bag of cat treats, it's not worth it.  I think I'll wait until they are entirely complete with the remodel and then go in on a slow day and just meander up and down every aisle until I feel comfortable again.

The funny part was that I wasn't the only one feeling the frustration because every few aisles, there'd be someone just like me, peeking around a shelf, looking up and down the aisle, trying to figure out if they were anywhere near what they were looking for.  We'd look at each, shrug, laugh a little, make small talk about the changes and move on.

I came home, put on some comfy clothing and watched the movie STRANGER THAN FICTION on pay-per-view.  I remember wanting to see it when it was in the theaters but never really got around to it.  The movie was pretty good, but a little depressing in places.  It's about a man living a rather mundane life and all of a sudden, it starts getting narrated by this ominous female voice, and the only person who can hear the voice is the man.  Turns out the narrator is a person typing a manuscript for a novel... and "little did he know.... he was facing imminent death".  The man then becomes obsessed with locating the narrator and stopping his death and in the process, actually starts living life...  and well, I won't spoil the ending, but I found myself getting teary-eyed towards the end.  Made me also realize I don't really do much "living".

Now, I'm off to bed.  Have a great weekend!!!