South of the Border...I Found My Queso

WOW!  It has been a while since I taunted you with my mental babblings, so I thought "wow, what else to do on a crazy Saturday night but add a little something to my blog page?"  So here we are together again.

What has happened since March you ask?  Great question.

Since we last spoke I quit 2 other jobs, for good reasons, that aren't fit to type.  I now work for an amazing Dental Supply company as a Customer Service Rep which keeps me busy 40 hours a week, but my true passion lies in my thriving home based business with Arbonne.  Yes, I'm still doing that.  I have an amazing little, but soon to be huge team of freight trains that chug along with me in this business in 3 different countries.  It's unbelievable to me and I truly am blessed to have met the people I have thanks to this company.

Now then, the true news you've all been waiting for.  It's official.  I can once again shop freely at Target.  Yes, after a long year of waiting for paperwork and meetings and documents, I ventured across the Blue Water Bridge in Sarnia, ON to the litter laden town of Port Huron, MI.  We anticipated being pulled over because of my "issues" with immigration, but ended up being pulled over because Adam needed an I-94.  20 minutes in all, it wasn't bad, and I met the second nicest CBP officer ever after the gent in Vancouver who denied me entry into the US.  So, 12 US dollars later, we were in!

My initial thought was to bust right into an Olive Garden for unlimited soup, salad and breadsticks (and now that you read that YOU want it too!) but my traveling companion, who shall remain nameless, didn't feel like that.  So I told Adam we could go to my next favourite American eatery...Chili's.  One skillet Queso dip later I was taken right back to the days of 6 hour shopping bonanzas on turnaround days whilst on ships.  Not looking at my watch while wandering the aisles of TJ Maxx today was maybe the best feeling ever.  I then set my sights on the mecca of any trip to the States for me...Target.

I poured through the racks keeping my $0 limit in mind, but always knowing a few purchases won't hurt when coming home, I kept hope alive that a bathing suit or pajama shorts would be on clearance for 79 cents like I have found so many times before.  So, off I went, searching for something I could hoist as a trophy to crush my year long absence on the US shopping circuit.  And then, after 30 minutes, I had it.  I claimed my prize.  Two tins of Altoids.

Yes folks, the only purchases made today were that of my husband, and if you know him at all his one American vice is Kellogg's Crunchy Nut Cornflakes that thanks to everyone with an allergy are not sold here any longer.  So 2 boxes later, we were heading back north.

I do love my trips to shop, but today was a great let down.  The red spot boutique is usually the quencher for any retail thirst I may have, but today I remained parched, and with money.  So I guess it wasn't terrible.

So my journey to cross the border is done, and with it I have found out 2 things.  

1- There are a few Custom's officers in this world that actually have the human capacity to smile

2- Altoids do not take away Skillet Queso heartburn, they only make it worse.

Olé.