Trip to Target

Today I went to one of my favorite stores. I seriously would almost buy the whole store if I could. I love Target. I love the fact that I can find everything easily as soon as I walk in the door.

I love that I can buy things that look like they were expensive when they weren't. I love how they pair with designers and others to have modern designed products.

And I love how they give back to the community. In fact, I've bought several new Target items from the Goodwill, because they donate their left overs there. The Goodwill is also one of my favorite retail locations, but that deserves its own post.

I also recently saw the film "World's Largest" (a definite must see) and the town of Soap Lake, Washington received their dream of owning a very large lava lamp thanks to Target donating and shipping it to them from New York City. New Yorkers really need to stop and take a moment to be thankful for where they live. I know they like to whine about it, but they walk past things every day that small town Americans can only dream about having near them.

Oh and also, if I had to choose between Walmart and Target, I would pick Target hands down. I go to Walmart because it's open 24 hours and is in my town. I had to drive to a nearby city to get to Target. I always end up wandering around Walmart because I can't find what I need. For having such a large inventory, I have actually walked out of there with nothing because I couldn't find what I was looking for. Also, I end up spending way more time in there than I want to, wandering around, buying products that are on completely separate sides of the store, battling crowds and then finally when I get to the check out line I have to wait behind a ton of people or if not a ton of people, someone with a food stamp issue that is taking forever. Also, I hate to say it, but there is the stereotype of "Walmart People". It's there. I mean someone I know dressed up like a "Walmart Person" for Halloween.

Oooohh! So is it like a magic wand?

I moved into a historic Victorian apartment recently, that was previously inhabited by a smoking auto mechanic. I'm all about affordable! The previous renter left a trail of oil up the stairs and into the living room. I can tell exactly where the Lazy Boy sat. Therefore the place required a thorough cleaning. Also, the place smelled like smoke until I doused it with Pine Sol. Now it smells like the woods! Since I had to watch the kids (my sisters are "the kids") I decided to occupy them by putting them to work. All was going well, until I realized that I needed my favorite cleaning product the Magic Eraser. Forget paint, my walls could be salvaged by Mr. Clean. I wish Mr. Clean was a real person. I definitely wouldn't mind having a fit, trustworthy man around to change my light bulbs, take out the trash, clean the bathroom, do the heavy lifting, ect. And it would be soooo convenient to just pick him up at Walmart whenever I needed him. So that day, before heading out to Walmart I explained to the kids that I needed to get a Magic Eraser. They looked up at me with wide eyes and said "Oh a maaagic eraser!! Is it really magic?! Is it like a maaaagic wand?!!" I responded, "Well sorta" it'll get the scuffs off the wall. So we headed out to pick up the cleaning tool that's straight out of Harry Potter and came back to remove scuffs... and I put them back to work.