Such nice things you all commented on my anniversary journal yesterday. Thank you. I am truly blessed. I have wonderful, supportive, encouraging friends. What more could a gal want? Well............ nah, I'm good.
Homemade chili for dinner last night; a cup of it today for lunch. There, that's the All Things Food part of my journal. The rest is life because I consider Fat Secret my 'FaceBook' too.
So this is a vent; make some popcorn if you're bored and want to continue reading.
My youngest grandson's birthday's on Monday so we'll be recognizing it while up at the cabin this weekend. My gift to him is paying for his driver's education. Geezy peezy. I'm so glad I only have the two grandkids. I don't know about the state's y'all live in but here in Texas it's $400. Crazy.
But instead of just giving him a receipt in a birthday card I got pinterest inspired and decided to put it in a photo album with some photo's of him throughout the years and some $1 bills and little cute inspirational things. So I dashed off to get the driver's ed certificate and go to the dollar store early this morning before opening the shop while I was still inspired. Or high on caffiene. Or both.
BTW ~ for those of you who always suggest my intermittent sleep may be due to the bedtime coffee, please know it (isn't). I've skipped it for weeks at a time; no coffee or any other caffiene after 8am; no stimulating TV, nothing... and still have the insomnia. It's been lifelong. And now I'm going through the wonderful phase of menopause. But thank you for caring and your suggestions. Now, please stop bashing my coffee, LOL.
Anyway, I went to the dollar store for the album and stickers blah blah to make his little presentation. We also wrap all of our presents redneck style meaning wrapping in the wrapping in the wrapping and each package secured with everything from masking tape to wire to duct tape. Well, they never used wire. I decided Nana would step it up a bit.
He's lucky they don't sell barbed wire the dollar store or that I'm not technical enough to use electric fencing.
Anyway, there were two ladies in front of me at the checkout line each with the full shopping baskets on wheels, mounded up with items. It was obvious they were making bags of something for someone or just hoarders because they had 25 of each different item; probably about 400 different things.
I stood there behind them with six, count 'em, SIX things in my HANDS. Now, *I* always insist the person behind me with fewer items go first. I just do. I'm just that freaking nice, damnit. LOL.
They actually looked AT me... then turned back and started loading up the register. Seriously. On PURPOSE. No other register's open. I told myself to behave, stand still, and take that moment as a sign of something. The universe wanted me to wait in line for a reason. Breathe.
About halfway through their checkout one of the women actually looked at me and said 'I bet you wished we'd let you go in front of us, huh...' and I thought 'what, are you now concerned with how you look? Trying to ease your conscience now? Is this the part where I say 'no, no worries.. I'm in no hurry?'
Sorry. No. Not today lady.
I answered, 'Yep'.
Because, let's face it, all opportunities to be polite ended when she purposely began unloading those carts AFTER looking at me with my pitiful six hand held items.
Her response? A total FREEZING GLARE and you could see icecicles drip from her mouth when she defended her actions saying, "We're doing this for the HOMELESS."
Again, my mind goes into overdrive as I bite my lips to just nod but I forgot to breathe and said, 'Well, that makes sense... who else would want 35 cans of vienna sausages?'
Another haughty 'well!' and if looks could kill.. well, I'd not be journaling this now.
She's lucky... I wanted to say 'oh, really... what are the freaking homeless going to do with FREEZER pops? Do you really think they need all those pocket kleenex? So lemme get this straight... you think the homeless need koolaid?'
She's also lucky she didn't get my opinion on a person that can be kind to a multitude of strangers but not nice to one standing less than 3 feet away. That EVERYone deserves politeness, not just those in a compromised position. And so on...other such ranting type stupid things but I guess the cashier finally signaled for backup because they finally opened the other register.
Generally, I'm nice. Normally, I'll let the other person get away with the self effacing weak excuse. Just not today.
Man, first I'm ordering lunch.. alone.. and next thing you know I'm not taking crap from older ladies at the dollar store. Y'all may need to start taking up a collection for me in case one of you has to bail me out of jail for being 'disorderly'.
Bella the Bruiser
