For those of you that may be wondering, I am still in Alabama. Considering all the storms that have ripped through here since Friday night,I could very well be in Jawgah by now.
A few downed trees, some minor dings to my car from the MANY hail storms,so, I'm not complaining.
It started very early Saturday morning when 4 frightened Rat Terriers jumped on me shivering and shaking. The wind was howling as huge drops of rain slammed against the windows. The house shook as thunder rumbled, then the unmistakable sound of hail, and lot's of it.
When things settled down a bit, I ran into the living room and turned on the TV. Right away I was greeted by the news that a tornado had hit downtown Atlanta. I thought about Tommy, Marc,Chanda and Rob. I also had friends there for the SEC Tournament. Everyone is fine!
I missed my neices wedding yesterday due to another round of storms that rushed through just as I needed to leave. I had promised her she could wear Mother's diamond earrings. I know it would have meant a lot to Mother. In addition, I, along with my brother, Father of the Bride, were to light a memory candle in honor of our Mother who died in 1987. Oh, well, what can you do? Rather than get angry at something I could not control, I started counting my blessings.
^BELLE^ and BITCH IN THE BOX,ROUND 2
When will I ever learn! My confrontations with this device, known as "Bitch In The Box", are well documented, so, you would think I would have learned my lesson by now.
Friday night the store was busy and I only had 3 items, so, what the heck. How complicated could it be?
The first 2 items went through without incident. The third item, a tin of Altoids, I put in my purse.
BITCH IN THE BOX: Place item in bagging area.
(I pressed, SKIP BAGGING)
BELLE: No, thanks.
BITCH IN THE BOX: Place item in bagging area.
BELLE; (PRESS SKIP BAGGING)Don't start with me!
BITCH IN THE BOX: Place item in bagging area.
(I take the tin of Altoids out of my purse, and put them in the "bagging area". Maybe, "put" is not the right word. More like threw.)
BITCH IN THE BOX; Unexpected item in bagging area. Please remove and scan.
BELLE: (Under my breath) Hussy!. You just told me to put the blasted thing in there.
(I take the item out, and press, SKIP BAGGING, once again)
BITCH IN THE BOX: Place item in bagging area.
BELLE: I hate you!
(I press, FINISH AND PAY)
BITCH IN THE BOX: Check cart for additional items.
BELLE: I.....don't.....have....a CART.
(Press SKIP BAGGING)More than "press" and more like PUNCH.
BITCH IN THE BOX:Place additional items in bagging area.
BELLE; OH....MY....STARS!
(Just then, someone taps me on the shoulder. I turn to see the former sheriff of our county standing behind me.)
DUDLEY DO-RIGHT: Problems..?
BELLE: No. I have everything under control.
DUDLEY DO-RIGHT: Really?
BELLE: Shouldn't you be searching for doughnuts or something?
DUDLEY DO-RIGHT: More fun watching you verbally assault this contraption.
BELLE: I haven't assualted anything!
Yet.
The lady with the key once again came to my rescue. I hung around for a while to catch up with Dud as he offered to show me how it was done. He had 4 items and 10 minutes later we were still standing there......
. With his face growing redder by the minute, I said my goodbyes and heard him, LOUDLY ask Bitch In The Box:
What THE hell is wrong with YOU?
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COWBOYS AND BOOBIES
I have been warned by my daughter, not to teach Trooper Junior any more songs.
It started last year when I was babysitting, and we just happened to flip by as the Trace Adkins video, Honky Tonk Badonkadonk was playing. Naturally, Me-Ma started to sing along, and Trooper Junior wanted to dance, so we busted a move in the living room. He didn't understand after the video was over why we couldn't watch it again. So, I went into the office where the computer is, jumped on CMT.Com, and we watched it again....and again....
Now, everytime Me-Ma comes over, he wants to watch, "A Donk".
Thursday night, while babysitting, after we had watched "A Donk" about 3 times, I decided it was time for something else. Trooper Junior loves horses and cowboys, so what could be better than a song about cowboys. Long story short, Princess was not pleased by my selection which was: SAVE A HORSE,RIDE A COWBOY.
She called me Friday morning. Seems T.J. woke up and right away insisted, "Wide a cowboy".
So, last night, after the weather had settled down, I joined them for dinner at Top O' The River. Walking across the parking lot, holding Trooper Junior in my arms, Princess proceeded to give Me-Ma a "pep talk" about "being good". See, the last time we were there, which was just over a week ago, Me-Ma had a mini hissy fit.
I promised that I would be on my best behavior. We arrive at our table, the place is packed and just as we are seated, Trooper Junior becomes very excited and points to the table across from us, where it just so happens there are 2 cowboy hat wearing gents.
TROOPER JUNIOR: Wide a cowboy,Me-Ma.....Me-Ma...wide a cowboy.
Princess is ready to crawl under the table while her hubby, Super Trooper is amused.
SUPER TROOPER: (to his son), What are we gonna do with Me-Ma?
TROOPER JUNIOR: Wide a cowboy, Me-Ma...Wide a cowboy.
Me-Ma: Ah..I'll pass.
Dinner went very well and Me-Ma was good. The table of cowboys got up to leave and Trooper Junior proceeded to wave:
TROOPER JUNIOR: Bye, cowboy...bye.
A cowboy walked over, patted him on the head.
COWBOY: Bye little man.
TROOPER JUNIOR: (pointing to Me-Ma) Me-Ma has big boobies.
(This is another of his recent observations that he feels the need to point out to EVERYONE)
Princess hides her face, while cowboy pretends not to have a clue, pats him on the head again and turns to leave.
TROOPER JUNIOR: Wide a cowboy, Me-Ma. Wide a cowboy.
Indulge, Me-Ma as she does a little bragging via picture showing.....below is the most recent photo of my beautiful daughter, Princess, with her children, Angel and Trooper "LITTLE RASCAL" Junior.
I must add that Princess HATES this picture, because in her words, she was, "...cheesin' too hard."
DO WHUT...? She went on to explain the meaning, which is, smiling really big.
As a side note, I received a phone call last night from my son in law, passing along a message from Princess giving Me-Ma high marks, along with an "Atta Girl", for "being good".
Later Ya'll...^Belle^
