The check out counter

What is it about people at the check out counter....remember this?(at about 1:35):


Must they always ask personal questions about what you are buying or what you are gonna do with that thing that you are purchasing? I mean come on people! For instance...I don't think I have ever been to a fabric store that the lady behind the counter didn't say, "watchyamakin?" (because they run all their words together...dontchaknow...) "Well, I thought I'd make a pair of underwear...ya that's it...a pair of woolen underwear..." I mean really, If you are in a fabric store purchasing fabric, you are either making an article of clothing or making a piece of "none of your business"...period!

What are you to do when you just want to be left alone to make a purchase of your choosing without the world noticing what you are buying? hmmm?
I'm not saying that I am perfect....I have judged others a couple of times about what was in their shopping carts...Like one time I was in back of a guy at the checkout...in his cart he had like 10 bucks worth of giant candy bars and a jug of...Metamucil! I could not help myself, honestly. I caught myself thinkin..."Buddy...your bowels are screaming for mercy!" But I didn't say a word. So why is it that every time I want to make a purchase of some personal item...I am called out to the world on it?
The other day, I was at Goodwill, looking for treasures, right? I stumble upon this book that I heard about and wanted to read. It was about...well...you know..."Life changes"....for...um..women. (I can't even say the "M" word on my blog...feels to creepy to be talking to the world about it. Let's just call it: "The syndrome that shall not be named..."

Anyway, I'm thinking..."I gotta have this book...for Pete's sake Denise just get the book!" I saw another book that I wanted to read...so I grabbed them both and headed for the counter. I placed them both face down on the counter, the prices were on the spine.."just ring them in and take the money.." I thought....but no...the guy picks up the first one and sings out the title so all could hear... "sounds great" he continued...picks up the second and says all lofty, "The Wisdom of Mena...."
"YA...that's Right! I'm buying a book about Mena...I mean....the syndrome that shall not be named.!"
he totally turned bright red...while I handed him a five dollar bill. The women in the line behind me smiled knowingly and glared at him. (secretly wondering if he was going to ask them why they were purchasing an enema bag...)

Do you think that I have now just confirmed to the world that I really do need this book?

Oh well....go ahead... judge.

The check out counter

 What is it about people at the check out counter....remember this?(at about 1:35):

https://youtu.be/6oMdKb0KqcI?si=WLbpT7WlCQ4rYb1h

Must they always ask personal questions about what you are buying or what you are gonna do with that thing that you are purchasing? I mean come on people! For instance...I don't think I have ever been to a fabric store that the lady behind the counter didn't say, "watchyamakin?" (because they run all their words together...dontchaknow...) "Well, I thought I'd make a pair of underwear...ya that's it...a pair of woolen underwear..." I mean really, If you are in a fabric store purchasing fabric, you are either making an article of clothing or making a piece of "none of your business"...period!

What are you to do when you just want to be left alone to make a purchase of your choosing without the world noticing what you are buying? hmmm?
I'm not saying that I am perfect....I have judged others a couple of times about what was in their shopping carts...Like one time I was in back of a guy at the checkout...in his cart he had like 10 bucks worth of giant candy bars and a jug of...Metamucil! I could not help myself, honestly. I caught myself thinkin..."Buddy...your bowels are screaming for mercy!" But I didn't say a word. So why is it that every time I want to make a purchase of some personal item...I am called out to the world on it?
The other day, I was at Goodwill, looking for treasures, right? I stumble upon this book that I heard about and wanted to read. It was about...well...you know..."Life changes"....for...um..women. (I can't even say the "M" word on my blog...feels to creepy to be talking to the world about it. Let's just call it: "The syndrome that shall not be named..."

Anyway, I'm thinking..."I gotta have this book...for Pete's sake Denise just get the book!" I saw another book that I wanted to read...so I grabbed them both and headed for the counter. I placed them both face down on the counter, the prices were on the spine.."just ring them in and take the money.." I thought....but no...the guy picks up the first one and sings out the title so all could hear... "sounds great" he continued...picks up the second and says all lofty, "The Wisdom of Mena...."
"YA...that's Right! I'm buying a book about Mena...I mean....the syndrome that shall not be named.!"
he totally turned bright red...while I handed him a five dollar bill. The women in the line behind me smiled knowingly and glared at him. (secretly wondering if he was going to ask them why they were purchasing an enema bag...)

Do you think that I have now just confirmed to the world that I really do need this book?

Oh well....go ahead... judge.

 

Hmmm.

Oh Happy Daze! Claire has finally let the cat out of the bag, spilled the beans, or as some would say..."mom's the word"...
She is Pregnant! That means...new grand-baby for me...let me say it again..."OH HAPPY DAY!"
Hmmmm...I wonder what wee one will look like...

Slightly disturbing...



October baby...can't wait!

St. Paddy's Day

Have a great day!

Love
Neisy

This was today....

There is the most amazing moss that covers everything around here! It is all over the trees and it is totally beautiful....it is even on the ground on the edges of my pathway. take a look:



I have spent so much money on bags of this stuff at home...who knew you could come to Cali and find it laying on the ground....And get a load of this....Calla Lilies in someone's....YARD!! Are you kidding me?



 

Just Lovely.

Hmmm...(sigh), beautiful day.

March right in!

I love March! March means that April, May, and even June, are right around the corner...and winter is really almost over. It also means that we celebrate all things Irish...and I LOVE me some Irish. The hills here have their green on like crazy and it makes my heart sing!

It also means that it's time for St. Paddy's day....one of my favorite holidays.
Here are the best ways to get your Irish on:

1. wear green! As I said before...Green makes everything feel alive, so first thing is to put on something green..."No Mattie...it doesn't count if your underwear is green"...(cricket sound)....just kiddin...(more cricket sound)..moving on.

2. watch Irish movies
The Quiet Man is one of my all time favorites! John Wayne and Maureen O'Hara are the best....and who can resist Tom and Nicole in Far and Away....this was when Nicole was not ruined by plastic surgery. Love this movie....especially when Nicole's mom says: "This is no longer the Ireland of my Barth"....Huh...I love that.


Or how about a little Darby O'Gill...do you remember Sean Connery being in this? Who knew....and of course... Brigadoon. (sigh)...I love it that the guys go hunting in business suits...



3. hang out with redheads
Here are a few of MY favorites:

See how much fun they are?

4. wear plaid:
and who doesn't like a guy in a skirt?....

5. Talk with an accent. Kindle is really good at this....on the other hand...I suck at this. It just comes out like an english/mexican something....that's why I thought of number 6.

6. If you can't do #5 then say everything with an "O" or a "Mc" in front of it.
Like this: "Please pass the O'pepper and the McSalt."
(Oh yaa...we're havin fun now...)

And finallly and most importantly...eat "Carned" Beef and Cabbage. Every year we would make a huge crockpot full of corned beef cooked in beer with cabbage and roasted potatoes. It is SOOOO good. I'm tellin ya.... it is addictive. You'll want to start your own tradition with this one.

I wish you all a wee bit o' luck and let me know how you get your Irish on!

Love you,
McNeisy McConnell