On my birthday, I went to the dentist; washed, dried, and folded 5 loads of laundry; didn't get around to reading my latest book; talked to my mother for half an hour, and she didn't even mention my birthday; and, as the final hurrah, started my period.
It was a great day.
I must be getting old when nothing "special" happens, and it was still a great birthday. No disappointment was attached to any of those events. On the contrary, it's nice to be getting needed dental work done; having the laundry under control is a great feeling; not having the time to read because I'm engaged doing other things is the least happy thing, but it's still not awful; my family's non-caring of birthdays is one of my favorite things about my family; and starting my period is a celebration of the fact that I am not pregnant and never again will be!
Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthday dear Tamra ...
Happy Birthday to me!
(Oh, and 30 years old, please hurry it up! Thanks.)
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Friday, May 28, 2010
Ooh! Ooh!
Guess what I learned yesterday?!
If you let a green onion grow big, big, and then you eat the bulb, straight, it might be a bit strong. And then, as an involuntary reaction, you might want to vomit. And then you might have to chug milk and then eat a sugary something, just so you don't vomit. And even after the initial wave passes, you might still be dealing with that feeling for the rest of the night. And as you pass those green onions, sitting on the counter, just the sight of them might make you feel sick.
Isn't that all great to know?!
If you let a green onion grow big, big, and then you eat the bulb, straight, it might be a bit strong. And then, as an involuntary reaction, you might want to vomit. And then you might have to chug milk and then eat a sugary something, just so you don't vomit. And even after the initial wave passes, you might still be dealing with that feeling for the rest of the night. And as you pass those green onions, sitting on the counter, just the sight of them might make you feel sick.
Isn't that all great to know?!
Movies and Love
How come in movies the phrase "Don't hurt him!" is always a profession of love?
I mean, I can think of lots of people whom I don't love but that I still don't want to see get hurt. If a mob boss were saying to me, "I will maim and kill this person if you don't tell me your secrets," I'm not sure it would matter WHO that person was. I would immediately start into my life history, telling all the secrets I've ever had. I'd rather tell the secrets, no matter what kind, than have the maiming and killing of another human being on my conscience for the rest of my life.
Or, the outcast coming back into society, and people are shouting to lynch him, and the one person who secretly loves him shouts out, "Don't hurt him!" "He's just a misunderstood person!" And then all the townspeople realize that she loves him and then their anger is bigger than before. ... Can't reasonable people shout, "Don't kill him!" "We shouldn't be so quick to kill another human being. Let's think about this a bit harder, guys"?
I don't think I'm alone in this. I think most people would choose not to kill another human being, even under threat of a mob boss or pressure from an angry crowd. (At least that's what we'd choose if we had time to think about it. Let's leave crowd psychology out of this.)
So I repeat my initial question:
How come in movies the phrase "Don't hurt him!" is always a profession of love?
I mean, I can think of lots of people whom I don't love but that I still don't want to see get hurt. If a mob boss were saying to me, "I will maim and kill this person if you don't tell me your secrets," I'm not sure it would matter WHO that person was. I would immediately start into my life history, telling all the secrets I've ever had. I'd rather tell the secrets, no matter what kind, than have the maiming and killing of another human being on my conscience for the rest of my life.
Or, the outcast coming back into society, and people are shouting to lynch him, and the one person who secretly loves him shouts out, "Don't hurt him!" "He's just a misunderstood person!" And then all the townspeople realize that she loves him and then their anger is bigger than before. ... Can't reasonable people shout, "Don't kill him!" "We shouldn't be so quick to kill another human being. Let's think about this a bit harder, guys"?
I don't think I'm alone in this. I think most people would choose not to kill another human being, even under threat of a mob boss or pressure from an angry crowd. (At least that's what we'd choose if we had time to think about it. Let's leave crowd psychology out of this.)
So I repeat my initial question:
How come in movies the phrase "Don't hurt him!" is always a profession of love?
Monday, May 24, 2010
A Perfect Weekend
Rob took me on a date on Friday. A date!!!
On Friday night we LEFT THE HOUSE for our date, and the leaving was important, for some reason. He took me to my favorite place to eat (Panera Bread). Then he watched my soccer game, and with the aid of providence I played remarkably well while Rob was there to witness. Usually when he's there I play average to horrible, or he's watching the kids, too, so he misses my really good plays. And while my passing was off for this game (usually it's very ON, so I was frustrated with that), I scored or assisted 4 of my team's 6 goals, and we won the game. SWEET!
Then we went to Home Depot. The romantic hot spot. (It's where the cool kids go.) We bought stuff so he could fix our broken light in the basement, and so we could grow tomato plants upside down in 5-gallon buckets (I'll post pictures when they're well on their way), and so we could plant herbs in pots and viners to go up the posts in the front.
We came home, paid the babysitter, jointly put the kids to bed, and played New Super Mario Brothers wii until late.
PERFECT DATE. Seriously.
On Saturday Rob helped mow the lawn. Then we rigged up the upside-down tomato buckets, and planted all the herbs and viners, plus the other bulbs and seeds we'd been needing to plant for weeks. Gardening is one of our shared loves.
Then we went to a party. And then we took a nap. The kids were in bed late because Rob went to a church meeting and I was still planting and cleaning and mowing and such. You know, utilizing the light until late time. And Miciah threw a fit as she was getting ready for bed and she got sent to her room and stayed up later than the boys so we could deal with it. Miciah always says, "Mom, don't yell at me so much," and I always say, "Miciah, don't throw so many fits," and we resolve to try harder to be nice next time, and we're friends again.
Rob helped me do dishes until 10:30 p.m., and we danced in the kitchen, and that made Miciah laugh. And then Rob danced with Miciah, too, and that made her laugh some more. And then Miciah went to bed and Rob and I played Mario, and went to bed late again, and loved every minute we were together.
TOGETHER. What a beautiful word.
A perfect weekend.
On Friday night we LEFT THE HOUSE for our date, and the leaving was important, for some reason. He took me to my favorite place to eat (Panera Bread). Then he watched my soccer game, and with the aid of providence I played remarkably well while Rob was there to witness. Usually when he's there I play average to horrible, or he's watching the kids, too, so he misses my really good plays. And while my passing was off for this game (usually it's very ON, so I was frustrated with that), I scored or assisted 4 of my team's 6 goals, and we won the game. SWEET!
Then we went to Home Depot. The romantic hot spot. (It's where the cool kids go.) We bought stuff so he could fix our broken light in the basement, and so we could grow tomato plants upside down in 5-gallon buckets (I'll post pictures when they're well on their way), and so we could plant herbs in pots and viners to go up the posts in the front.
We came home, paid the babysitter, jointly put the kids to bed, and played New Super Mario Brothers wii until late.
PERFECT DATE. Seriously.
On Saturday Rob helped mow the lawn. Then we rigged up the upside-down tomato buckets, and planted all the herbs and viners, plus the other bulbs and seeds we'd been needing to plant for weeks. Gardening is one of our shared loves.
Then we went to a party. And then we took a nap. The kids were in bed late because Rob went to a church meeting and I was still planting and cleaning and mowing and such. You know, utilizing the light until late time. And Miciah threw a fit as she was getting ready for bed and she got sent to her room and stayed up later than the boys so we could deal with it. Miciah always says, "Mom, don't yell at me so much," and I always say, "Miciah, don't throw so many fits," and we resolve to try harder to be nice next time, and we're friends again.
Rob helped me do dishes until 10:30 p.m., and we danced in the kitchen, and that made Miciah laugh. And then Rob danced with Miciah, too, and that made her laugh some more. And then Miciah went to bed and Rob and I played Mario, and went to bed late again, and loved every minute we were together.
TOGETHER. What a beautiful word.
A perfect weekend.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Being My Own Husband's Girlfriend
Things have been stressful around here lately. If you've read my Thackering blog posts, this should be obvious, because when I'm stressed I deal with it SO WELL. I start wishing I were dead, which is, I'm sure, the most positive way to deal with my stress. I start wishing that everything around me were changed or gone. Screw my house, my kids, my husband, my furniture, my life.
Stress and I aren't best friends.
During all this, I've been talking to my husband, Rob, about how things have been going. About the stress taking its toll, and about wanting to keep myself on the good side of the Sanity Line. For a while, it was close. But Rob is very supportive. I told him that I needed him to step up his game in terms of shouldering more of the emotional strain. He reacted immediately. Rob is amazing.
Amazing or not, though, I'm tired. Tired of living and tired of being tired and just Tired. When I say it in other terms, I feel lame. But it's the way it is, so I'll let it be.
I had a few dreams. Strange dreams. In the first one, I was engaged to Rob, but I had decided to call it off. There we were, in our house (we'd already bought a house together), with all our family present to hear our I Do's, and I wasn't sure I wanted to get married after all. I was in some distress. I knew I loved him, but I didn't want to say yes.
So in my dream Rob got really, really charming. He pulled out his "resist these if you dare" puppy dog eyes. The ones that make it obvious how much he adores me. And then he held me in his arms until I melted and he whispered in my ear, "Say 'yes.'" I said, "No." And he whispered in my ear until all my defenses were gone, what little I had left after being blasted with lovey-dovey love, and I said yes.
And then I was happy.
In the next dream, a week later, Ross, a kid I grew up with, asked me to marry him. He declared his everlasting devotion to me. And then he said this, which was a weird thing to say, "And if you can't agree to be my wife, then will you at least be my girlfriend?" Who asks that? Then he gave me those "resist these if you dare" puppy dog eyes and I knew that Ross was really Rob.
But I was torn, in this dream. I knew I loved him, but I also knew I didn't want to marry him. I kept thinking, "No, no, no. It's too much. It's too hard." And he'd look at me, from across the room, with those eyes and that smile. And I'd want to cry because I felt so bad that this man wanted so desperately to marry me and make me happy, and I was in so much distress over it.
So I said, "I can be your girlfriend. That's easy. I love you." And Ross/Rob said, "I knew that'd be easy." And then I went on to tell him that I didn't know if I could marry him, love or not. And Ross/Rob was okay with that. He just wanted to be with me.
This was a disturbing dream. At least in the first one I eventually said yes.
And so I talked to Rob about it, in real life. I told him that the dream was really just a reflection of what I've been feeling but not wanting to say. Things are hard right now and I'm a little mad about it, and I'm not happy with it, and even though I have no reason to call anything quits, it sounds "good" in some ways. To walk away from the stress, and then everything would go away.
And, again in real life, Rob looked at me and said, "Will you marry me?" We have been asking each other this question every month or so since we got married. Usually it's me asking him, BEGGING him, to marry me. He always says yes. But that day it was Rob asking me and I said no. He asked me again. I said no again, but that I'd take care of his kids.
Rob's eyes changed just a little. It took me half a second to realize what that change was, but then I knew it: his eyes were registering pain. Rob was hurt. (What kind of man feels hurt and the only indication is a slight change in his eyes? Seriously, this man is amazing.) And so I said, like in my dream, "I'll be your girlfriend." Rob was okay with that.
Let me tell you that, after spending a few intimate moments with this man, refusing to be his wife while in reality BEING his wife, and with him so desperately wanting me to love him back and be his forever, I felt SO BAD. Less than half an hour's time passed before I told him I'd be his wife again.
Lessons learned:
1 - The stress has got to stop.
2 - I'm half-crazy.
3 - Rob is irresistable.
( ... And the next night I had a typical married-to-Rob dream. We were married and trying to figure out High School. This is a recurring dream of mine: trying to navigate High School while being married to Rob and sometimes also trying to figure out day care for our kids. Clearly, this dream means that "I loved Rob before I met him" (in real life I didn't know Rob in high school), and also that I really, truly hated High School. )
The End
Stress and I aren't best friends.
During all this, I've been talking to my husband, Rob, about how things have been going. About the stress taking its toll, and about wanting to keep myself on the good side of the Sanity Line. For a while, it was close. But Rob is very supportive. I told him that I needed him to step up his game in terms of shouldering more of the emotional strain. He reacted immediately. Rob is amazing.
Amazing or not, though, I'm tired. Tired of living and tired of being tired and just Tired. When I say it in other terms, I feel lame. But it's the way it is, so I'll let it be.
I had a few dreams. Strange dreams. In the first one, I was engaged to Rob, but I had decided to call it off. There we were, in our house (we'd already bought a house together), with all our family present to hear our I Do's, and I wasn't sure I wanted to get married after all. I was in some distress. I knew I loved him, but I didn't want to say yes.
So in my dream Rob got really, really charming. He pulled out his "resist these if you dare" puppy dog eyes. The ones that make it obvious how much he adores me. And then he held me in his arms until I melted and he whispered in my ear, "Say 'yes.'" I said, "No." And he whispered in my ear until all my defenses were gone, what little I had left after being blasted with lovey-dovey love, and I said yes.
And then I was happy.
In the next dream, a week later, Ross, a kid I grew up with, asked me to marry him. He declared his everlasting devotion to me. And then he said this, which was a weird thing to say, "And if you can't agree to be my wife, then will you at least be my girlfriend?" Who asks that? Then he gave me those "resist these if you dare" puppy dog eyes and I knew that Ross was really Rob.
But I was torn, in this dream. I knew I loved him, but I also knew I didn't want to marry him. I kept thinking, "No, no, no. It's too much. It's too hard." And he'd look at me, from across the room, with those eyes and that smile. And I'd want to cry because I felt so bad that this man wanted so desperately to marry me and make me happy, and I was in so much distress over it.
So I said, "I can be your girlfriend. That's easy. I love you." And Ross/Rob said, "I knew that'd be easy." And then I went on to tell him that I didn't know if I could marry him, love or not. And Ross/Rob was okay with that. He just wanted to be with me.
This was a disturbing dream. At least in the first one I eventually said yes.
And so I talked to Rob about it, in real life. I told him that the dream was really just a reflection of what I've been feeling but not wanting to say. Things are hard right now and I'm a little mad about it, and I'm not happy with it, and even though I have no reason to call anything quits, it sounds "good" in some ways. To walk away from the stress, and then everything would go away.
And, again in real life, Rob looked at me and said, "Will you marry me?" We have been asking each other this question every month or so since we got married. Usually it's me asking him, BEGGING him, to marry me. He always says yes. But that day it was Rob asking me and I said no. He asked me again. I said no again, but that I'd take care of his kids.
Rob's eyes changed just a little. It took me half a second to realize what that change was, but then I knew it: his eyes were registering pain. Rob was hurt. (What kind of man feels hurt and the only indication is a slight change in his eyes? Seriously, this man is amazing.) And so I said, like in my dream, "I'll be your girlfriend." Rob was okay with that.
Let me tell you that, after spending a few intimate moments with this man, refusing to be his wife while in reality BEING his wife, and with him so desperately wanting me to love him back and be his forever, I felt SO BAD. Less than half an hour's time passed before I told him I'd be his wife again.
Lessons learned:
1 - The stress has got to stop.
2 - I'm half-crazy.
3 - Rob is irresistable.
( ... And the next night I had a typical married-to-Rob dream. We were married and trying to figure out High School. This is a recurring dream of mine: trying to navigate High School while being married to Rob and sometimes also trying to figure out day care for our kids. Clearly, this dream means that "I loved Rob before I met him" (in real life I didn't know Rob in high school), and also that I really, truly hated High School. )
The End
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Sites of Cincinnati #4
Sites of Cincinnati #4:
Race Road
Race Road happens to be one of my favorite drives in all of Cincinnati. There are other roads that bring you gorgeous trees on both sides, transporting you to a seasonal paradise (Martin Luther King, Jr. Boulevard). Or that hug the river for miles out from downtown Cincinnati, and take you through cute, historic towns and gorgeous vistas (State Route 50). Or roads that give you spectacular views of the Cincinnati skyline (I-75 North, at the cut in the hill -- that's another Site of Cincinnati entry). Race Road offers none of those things.
But it does have a few things that make it mundanely spectacular. For one, if you want to get from my house to the Bridgetown area, and you don't want to drive the congested main roads, then you can take West Fork to Race. You don't lose any time, and you also get to experience ...
some of the best hills in all of Cincinnati. In fact, I mentioned to my father (who hasn't lived in Cincinnati for over 30 years) that there was this really hilly road that I loved to drive and he said, "Is it Race Road?" Why, yes. Yes, it is. One time, we were caravaning with Rob's family to a local restaurant. Rob was in the lead and decided to take his family on Race Road, just to make them want to pee their pants. They're all from Farmland, OH, which is flatter than ... something that's really flat ... so Rob took Race faster than normal. I was in the van with most of his other family and they all screeched and said things like, "Is Rob trying to kill us?" It was great fun.
The other thing that makes Race Road fantastic is the road view. Road view means, like, when you're driving through Nevada and the road is straight for miles and miles, and then you hit a mountain with a slow rise, and you can see the highway going straight, straight, straight up the mountain, and then at the last minute it makes a bend and exits out of sight. That's a great road view.
At one point on Race Road, you're at the top of a hill, and when you look across to the top of the next hill, you can see the road again, and it's lined up almost perfectly with the orientation of the road on the hill that you're on. But in between, the road is lost behind trees going down into a small valley. And you know the road is the same on both sides, and you know the road will do something in between, but you don't know what.
In point of fact, under those trees, the road goes in crazy turns that you have to take super slow, because the road is also at super steep angles. And you wouldn't expect that from the view you had at the top of the hill.
And then when you're at the top of the next hill, you can look back and see the start of it all, on the hill you were just at.
Every time I take Race Road, I look ahead and note the end. And then, at the end, I look back and note the beginning. Because there's something exquisitely beautiful about a road with a set end and beginning, but an unknown middle. It's like birth and death, the only two definite points on our life's journey.
You're born, and you're young, and the only thing you can ever know for sure is that you'll someday die. And there's all this middle section of sharp turns and craziness. And then, when you're at the end of it all, you can look back and you can see the distant past, and the turbulent middle, and you know that it's made you who you are. And you can start to make sense of the twists and turns that your life took. And you know, too, that the very end of the hill is coming. You aren't quite sure what's on the other side, but it's all okay anyway.
And that's why Race Road is one of my favorite drives in all of Cincinnati.
Race Road
Race Road happens to be one of my favorite drives in all of Cincinnati. There are other roads that bring you gorgeous trees on both sides, transporting you to a seasonal paradise (Martin Luther King, Jr. Boulevard). Or that hug the river for miles out from downtown Cincinnati, and take you through cute, historic towns and gorgeous vistas (State Route 50). Or roads that give you spectacular views of the Cincinnati skyline (I-75 North, at the cut in the hill -- that's another Site of Cincinnati entry). Race Road offers none of those things.
But it does have a few things that make it mundanely spectacular. For one, if you want to get from my house to the Bridgetown area, and you don't want to drive the congested main roads, then you can take West Fork to Race. You don't lose any time, and you also get to experience ...
some of the best hills in all of Cincinnati. In fact, I mentioned to my father (who hasn't lived in Cincinnati for over 30 years) that there was this really hilly road that I loved to drive and he said, "Is it Race Road?" Why, yes. Yes, it is. One time, we were caravaning with Rob's family to a local restaurant. Rob was in the lead and decided to take his family on Race Road, just to make them want to pee their pants. They're all from Farmland, OH, which is flatter than ... something that's really flat ... so Rob took Race faster than normal. I was in the van with most of his other family and they all screeched and said things like, "Is Rob trying to kill us?" It was great fun.
The other thing that makes Race Road fantastic is the road view. Road view means, like, when you're driving through Nevada and the road is straight for miles and miles, and then you hit a mountain with a slow rise, and you can see the highway going straight, straight, straight up the mountain, and then at the last minute it makes a bend and exits out of sight. That's a great road view.
At one point on Race Road, you're at the top of a hill, and when you look across to the top of the next hill, you can see the road again, and it's lined up almost perfectly with the orientation of the road on the hill that you're on. But in between, the road is lost behind trees going down into a small valley. And you know the road is the same on both sides, and you know the road will do something in between, but you don't know what.
In point of fact, under those trees, the road goes in crazy turns that you have to take super slow, because the road is also at super steep angles. And you wouldn't expect that from the view you had at the top of the hill.
And then when you're at the top of the next hill, you can look back and see the start of it all, on the hill you were just at.
Every time I take Race Road, I look ahead and note the end. And then, at the end, I look back and note the beginning. Because there's something exquisitely beautiful about a road with a set end and beginning, but an unknown middle. It's like birth and death, the only two definite points on our life's journey.
You're born, and you're young, and the only thing you can ever know for sure is that you'll someday die. And there's all this middle section of sharp turns and craziness. And then, when you're at the end of it all, you can look back and you can see the distant past, and the turbulent middle, and you know that it's made you who you are. And you can start to make sense of the twists and turns that your life took. And you know, too, that the very end of the hill is coming. You aren't quite sure what's on the other side, but it's all okay anyway.
And that's why Race Road is one of my favorite drives in all of Cincinnati.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Sites of Cincinnati #3
It's time for another installment of Sites of Cincinnati!
Sites of Cincinnati #3:
Jungle Jim's
Exit I-275 and go North on Route 4 to get to one of the coolest places in Cincinnati: Jungle Jim's! You don't need better directions than that, by the way, because you CAN'T MISS IT. Really. You turn into the parking lot on Jungle Jim Parkway, with its own stoplight, and there's a freakin' monorail circling the building. The building itself is a mega-building. It's unlike anything else you've ever seen.
As you walk into this mega-building, there are elephants and giraffes to great you, all lolling around in a pool, complete with a waterfall. Even though they're just statues, they're freakin' cool! Take a gander at this image I just stole from someone else's blog:
What is this fantastical place?
It's a grocery store.
Best. Grocery. Store. Ever.
And Jim is crazy. Yes, there actually is a Jungle Jim, and you can learn all about him and his story in a movie that they play in the movie theater in the back. Runs every 10 minutes or so. Before you can get to there, though, you have to pass all the gift shops, the coffee shop, and the doctor's office. All INSIDE the store.
And watch for the decorations along the way. You can see King Kong scaling the Empire State Building; the Lucky Charms guy leading a band of other cereal super stars, churning out Beach Boys tunes; Robin Hood and the gang in Sherwood Forest; a bear Elvis who shakes and shimmies as he sings the King's hits; and I'm probably forgetting a few. Oh, and who can't love these bathrooms? Voted #1 in America.
The reason you go to Jungle Jim's, besides the fun factor, is to get the international foods. They sell just about anything and everything there. I haven't actually identified all the foods in the produce section, but if you want it, and it's international and hard-to-find, Jungle Jim's has it. If they don't have it, you can put in a request for it. They have official forms and everything.
I go there to get Hello Panda cookies from the Asian section, chocolate spread that's better than Nutella (seriously, after trying it, there's no going back), really good foreign chocolates, and any number of fun things from the German section. ... Only I don't go there too often, because I inevitably spend $100 on stuff that I don't "need" but that is SO YUMMY. Seriously, I usually clean out the Hello Panda rack. I ran out in October, so it's probably about time to go back.
So while it may not seem like the coolest thing ever to go to a grocery store, it's pretty sweet. Definitely worth the trip.
Check out the store's website here.
Sites of Cincinnati #3:
Jungle Jim's
Exit I-275 and go North on Route 4 to get to one of the coolest places in Cincinnati: Jungle Jim's! You don't need better directions than that, by the way, because you CAN'T MISS IT. Really. You turn into the parking lot on Jungle Jim Parkway, with its own stoplight, and there's a freakin' monorail circling the building. The building itself is a mega-building. It's unlike anything else you've ever seen.
As you walk into this mega-building, there are elephants and giraffes to great you, all lolling around in a pool, complete with a waterfall. Even though they're just statues, they're freakin' cool! Take a gander at this image I just stole from someone else's blog:
What is this fantastical place?
It's a grocery store.
Best. Grocery. Store. Ever.
And Jim is crazy. Yes, there actually is a Jungle Jim, and you can learn all about him and his story in a movie that they play in the movie theater in the back. Runs every 10 minutes or so. Before you can get to there, though, you have to pass all the gift shops, the coffee shop, and the doctor's office. All INSIDE the store.
And watch for the decorations along the way. You can see King Kong scaling the Empire State Building; the Lucky Charms guy leading a band of other cereal super stars, churning out Beach Boys tunes; Robin Hood and the gang in Sherwood Forest; a bear Elvis who shakes and shimmies as he sings the King's hits; and I'm probably forgetting a few. Oh, and who can't love these bathrooms? Voted #1 in America.
The reason you go to Jungle Jim's, besides the fun factor, is to get the international foods. They sell just about anything and everything there. I haven't actually identified all the foods in the produce section, but if you want it, and it's international and hard-to-find, Jungle Jim's has it. If they don't have it, you can put in a request for it. They have official forms and everything.
I go there to get Hello Panda cookies from the Asian section, chocolate spread that's better than Nutella (seriously, after trying it, there's no going back), really good foreign chocolates, and any number of fun things from the German section. ... Only I don't go there too often, because I inevitably spend $100 on stuff that I don't "need" but that is SO YUMMY. Seriously, I usually clean out the Hello Panda rack. I ran out in October, so it's probably about time to go back.
So while it may not seem like the coolest thing ever to go to a grocery store, it's pretty sweet. Definitely worth the trip.
Check out the store's website here.
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