It's ALWAYS the bananas!

You know......it never ceases to amaze me. No matter how long one of these young baggers has been bagging the groceries at whatever store...they always seem to go hard on the bananas.

You see, I am pretty anal when it comes to loading my grocery cart when I shop. All the cold items go to one side, as to keep eachother cool, and boxed goods in one section....and so on. Now I am just as anal when I load the groceries to the conveyor belt from the basket. I keep the cold items together, the canned foods in a group and I always load the bread and fruit LAST on the belt so that they get bagged last and place nicely into the basket last. So last night I had purchased all the regular fruits, veggies and goods plus the things I will need for Thanksgiving...like a 13 lb turkey and some raspberries and so on. The turkey was the first thing I placed on the belt to get bagged. It all seemed to go as planned and I placed the bananas on the belt next to the bread. It was like watching them traveling slowing down the dreaded plank on a pirate ship! As I got caught up in swiping my card the correct direction and on the right side, I happened to glance up at the time the bagger had in one hand the huge turkey and in the other hand he was placing the bananas and raspberries in the bottom corner of the basket and it was like slow motion as he plopped the the turkey right down on top of the freakin banana bag!!! I gasped....I swallowed and those of you who know me will understand the sarcasim building up inside me.....I said to the poor boy, "Your kidding me. You have got to be joking." "Huh?" he mummbled. "You just smashed my bananas with that big ole turkey you nut!" "What?", he said. "Just take the bananas over to the produce area and get me a new bunch and we will call it even.", I requested. He looked at the checker like he needed permission to do it and I said, "JUST GO!" He scurried off and came back with what appeared to be a new bag of bananas and I placed them on top and proceeded to the car. I was still so shocked by such a display of ignorance I was mummbling to myself all the way thru the parking lot. A lady pulled in and parked next to me and got out while I was loading the goods into the back of my SUV and I looked at her and said, "Dont let them pack your bananas under your turkey like they did mine!" She looked at me and lit a smoke and went into how her son used to be a bagger at the naval base up the road and how he was always so careful with the fruit! "Yeah, well, not here!" So as I drove home I could not stop coming up with alternate things I should have said to that stupid stupid boy. I think next time I will calmly say, "Someday......when your older...and your buying your own groceries.......and the grocery store is really the last place you want to be at 8:00 at night....that day you may understand why all those people who complained about their fruit getting smashed were so mad and irritated. I hope that day, that your bananas get mutilated to a point that they fester and explode on you with rotten banana gobs all over you when you are wearing your nicest suit!" Upon getting home I found my happy son and husband playing. Husband bounded to his feet to help me with the groceries as I filled his mind full of the colorful adventure I had just had. My husband was opening the bag of bananas and looking at them funny. I had just told him the part where I sent the stupid bag boy to fetch me a new bunch of bananas. He said,"Looks like he gave you back the same banans but smashed them up a little more for you baby. It's probably what he felt you deserved for being so mean to him.", he said laughing! "WHAT A TWIT!!!" I had full intentions of taking them back up to the store this morning, but I decided I would let them ripen and use them for a more positive purpose...banana bread. As a christian woman I should take a nice hot loaf of banana bread up to the nice boy who dumped the turkey on the bananas.......but I dont think I am feeling that good about it yet.

DEER Camp!

Well.........everyone is doing it. I have not done much of this blogging-but I see that it can be quite rewarding and time consuming....(time is something I find myself having a lot of these days!)

So the husband left for the ranch to go deer hunting this morning and he is meeting his dad there. I really wanted to go, but, the idea of taking our almost 2 year old son quite frankly wears me out! When we go out there I am in constant life saver mode! If its not the ranch cows wanting to lick him all over its the rattle snakes buzzing and hissing the child into a full out hunt! We have cactus, ants, cow poop that is still steaming with freshness and then we have the "old" travel trailer. The husband thinks its necessary to prop the door open to this death trap each time we go out there even though we dont use it! Of course the curious child climbs up inside EVERY time I turn my back and goes exploring. Upon chasing after him I have come to realize that I could never bring myself to sleep or even sit in this thing they call "the guys trailer". Mouse crap EVERYWHERE! On the counter, on the table, on the couch! Thats just what we see, we dont really see the mouse urine do we, but we know all living creatures that drink water, PEE! So there has to be gooey pee everywhere too! Then there is a pile of fur on the floor neatly arranged in a perfect circle around the cleanly eaten carcass of a mouse. The ants did a nice job of cleaning the fur and meat off the skeleton-but come on-clean up after yourself and sweep the kitchen! Nasty! Why we leave this open I do not know! My husband still tries to tell me that there are not mice in the trailers! RIGHT! He just never sees them because he can sleep through the little things crawling all over him and picking the steak out of his teeth while he slumbers away in happieness dreaming about the "big buck" and what knives he wants to buy on e-bay! Yes I hate mice! But I love my son and husband-so we all go to the ranch together at times and we have since gotten a new trailer! But, the "old" one still remains-propped open for all to explore! A storage of sorts for mold, mildew and rotting mouse carcasses!

Yes, he left this morning decked out like G.I. Joe in his camo and packing binoculars, monoculars, scopes, rifles and nonreflective sun glasses! He was wearing rather light weight camo pants and shirt and I said, "Aren't those a little light for the weather we have today? Your going to be cold." He replies, "No these are just to travel in."

"Oh, so your going to stop by the autoshop and get your truck wrapped in camo too I bet. So you can sneak up real stealth like into camp as to not be noticed by the animals you stalk!"

He just smiled at me like he does when I act funny-I think he knows I find it funny but cute that he is so geared out when he goes hunting!

I just love him!