Throwback Thursday

Another TBT and I am finding it difficult to choose which old posts to re-share! Some are good, some are funny, some are too stupid…. Hmmm. Here’s one that takes me back to the days when my son was always bringing home some kind of critter. I actually miss those days…but not so much some of the critters!

Beware The Snapping Turtle

The People of Walmart

No, I’m not going to belittle anyone who shops at Walmart. Why? Because I shop at Walmart. I have no choice. There’s not much to choose from where I live. It really chaps my hide when people put down Walmart and the folks who shop there. #1: Walmart is no better or worse than Target, Kohl’s or any other department store. They all have their positive aspects and negative aspects alike. #2: People are going to shop where it’s convenient for them. If they like a store, they will shop there. End of story.

Do I see people dressed funny when I go to Walmart? Sometimes. Do I see people with funny hairstyles at Walmart? Yep. Do I see ill-behaved children at Walmart? Definitely. Do I see socially awkward and ridiculous people at Walmart? Absolutely. Do I smell funny smells at Walmart? OMG yes.

It’s the same thing anywhere I go. That’s life. Truth be told, weird folks are everywhere.

But this post is about something more. It’s not about strange hairstyles, the clothing, the smells, the noise, weird behavior or anything else that you might find unfavorable. It’s about the genuine warmth of people. It’s about real people. It’s about people who are out there busting their butts working at Walmart (or Target, or any other store) who are really good people. It’s about the customers who are really nice and polite to other people. It’s time we stop focusing on the negative and look at the good right in front of our faces every time we go out.

This is a shout out to:

  • the people who smile as they pass even though they are having the worst day ever but can still be nice to others.
  • the woman who holds the restroom door open for you as she leaves.
  • the young man who asks you if you need help reaching something.
  • the employee who asks if you need help finding something.
  • the employee in electronics who answers every stupid question you throw at him.
  • the checker who works as quickly as she can and actually bags your groceries properly; the eggs are bagged separately and the bananas aren’t bagged with the canned goods.
  • the old man in the scooter who acknowledges he’s a reckless driver with a huge toothless grin on his face.
  • the woman who realizes she’s blocking the entire aisle and apologizes as she moves over.
  • the mothers who keep their children from running amuck and disturbing others.
  • the cart collector who helps you get your groceries in the trunk and then takes your cart back to the store.
  • the stock clerk who picks up the 40 lb. box of kitty litter (without being asked) and puts it in your cart for you.
  • the person who lets you go in front of him/her in the check out line.
  • the employee who goes to look if there’s new stock of something that seems to be unavailable on the shelves.
  • all the folks who say please, thank you, and excuse me.


Thank you for being the light in someone’s day. Thank you for your hard work. Thanks for your kindness, generosity, and for being the good in this world. We need more people like you!

A Piece of My Mind

Haha. No, I’m not going to tell anyone off. I just have a few things on my mind today.

  • My face has broken out. WTF? I’m 56 (almost) and I break out like a teenager? Kill me now.
  • I wish the $6.00 we spend each week on scratch offs and lottery would actually pay off!! Good grief. We could really use the money. The house is falling apart, literally. If we don’t get out of here soon, it just may fall in or down around us.

                                          No, this isn’t my house! Not yet anyway!
  • I wish I could find something that would help me sleep at night. It doesn’t seem to matter what time I go to bed, how tired I am, if I had a nap or not. I don’t fall asleep until 3 or 3:30am.
  • The day after I go grocery shopping, the store has a SALE on the items on my list. Ugh. Never fails.
  • Why, oh why does Dad always have a sneeze attack in the middle of one of my favorite shows?
  • Not looking forward to the bugs and spiders that will accompany Spring. I feel them crawling on me already. mosquito-1754359_640
  • Know-it-alls. Ugh.
  • I rarely see my son anymore. He spends more time with his girlfriend’s family. Shame on him.
  • I miss my grandkids. Hoping for nice WARM weather soon so my pain level is low enough to enjoy having the granddaughter over! She’s the only one I have a relationship with, which is sad.


  • Why, oh why must Kitty wait until late afternoon to puke up a hairball on my bed?? Why can’t she do this early in the day before I’m totally exhausted?

                         Image Copyright Being Aunt Debbie
  • I have lists all over my desk; grocery lists, to-do lists, online shopping lists, birthday lists, idea lists…. Can I find the list I want? Nope.
  • Today is the first day of Spring, but it’s cold and windy and I’m sick of it. Lol.


Oh, well. I guess I’ll survive. I always do!

An Elaboration

Recently, I re-shared an older post from 2008, called “Loser Boyfriend Syndrome.” It occurred to me, that so many awful things happened to turned our lives upside down that I never told the entire story. It was such a difficult time in all of our lives I couldn’t eat, sleep, or write. I couldn’t concentrate on anything. I was a mess.

It has taken a lot of courage for me to write about this; not because I’m ashamed or worried that people will know, but because it’s very painful to relive it in my mind in order to put it in ‘writing’. It’s a story that takes place over a 4 year period, and there are many (painful) details I’m leaving out. This is the short version of the story.

Loser Boyfriend, who I have referred to in this blog as “J” will now be referred to as ASSFACE because that’s what he is.

When my daughter, S.R., decided to move out I was thrilled for her. I was still concerned because Assface was still going to be in her life. At that moment though, he was in jail. When he got out of jail, my daughter let him move in with her and my grandbaby. I knew this was going to end badly. I just knew it. It wasn’t long before this piece of shit man got my daughter to “try” meth. I know that she had some say in this matter, but she would have never “tried” it if she hadn’t been with him. She was on the right track until she hooked up with the likes of him.

It wasn’t long until we found out he was cooking meth in the little house she had rented, a house that was supposed to be home for her and her baby boy. He ended up in jail again, she ended up in a rehab place and she could have lost her son. After her stint in rehab (where she was allowed to keep her son with her), she came back home to live with us. She then had to go through drug court and counseling, etc. I thought, as did everyone else, that this would have set her ass straight but it did not. When Assface got out of jail and S.R. finished with her obligations, they moved to another town, about an hour or so away. She was determined to stay with him.

At one point, after a few months, my daughter sent me a few distressing messages. Something about coming to get her….and hurry….and how far are you… I was worried, rightly so. I called the cops as I was driving and asked if they could do a well-being check. They did. Assface was NOT happy about that at all. S.R. and my grandson came home with me because apparently, they had had an argument. After a couple days, Assface came to pick them up and I was told in no uncertain terms that I wouldn’t be hearing from them ever again. I was mortified! And it was 5 months before I heard anything at all.

S.R. changed her phone number, unfriended me on Facebook, and I missed my grandson’s birthday. I sent birthday gifts and never knew if he even got them. I was in a state of panic, as I had no clue if they were dead or alive. No phone calls, no visits, no letters, cards, etc. After 5 months, I got a call from Assface’s step-mom, who told me that he had been arrested.

THANK GOD. But what about S.R.? What about my grandson?

My grandson had been picked up by Social Services and placed in Assface’s father and step-mother’s home. They got temporary custody because they knew people on the inside. I was just happy that he was safe with people that loved him and would take care of him. My daughter was about to spend 2 weeks in jail.

After S.R.’s stint in jail, she STILL didn’t want to let go of Assface! The judge decided that either she would have to give her child up to Assface’s parents to raise or lose any rights to future children. She eventually signed papers, allowing the other grandparents to adopt my grandson. I was happy he was going to be safe but sad at the same time. He’s my grandson, my firstborn grandson.

S.R. moved a couple hours away and went through the drug court, counseling thing again. She lived in a house with others in similar circumstances. She got a good job and started to rebuild her life. This would be the 2nd time she had to start over because of bad choices and….Assface.

So, S.R. was on the right track again, finally. But guess what she did? She got hooked up with another loser boyfriend, who I actually liked and welcomed into our home and our lives. I thought he was a good guy. That’s when my 2nd grandson came into this world. This time, when things went sour….and I mean could have had a disastrous outcome….my daughter had the good sense to leave their home and wait for the cops to come. That was the end of that. She put her child’s safety first. I had never been so proud of her. She ended up starting over yet again….

Now, she’s a single mom, working her butt off and she realizes that she doesn’t need a man to screw things up for her again. I hope someday she meets someone who is as special as she is. She’s my baby girl, my firstborn child.

Not too many people know this bit of history and those who do, unfortunately, know all the horrible details. This was a terrible period in my life. I was down for the count…until I started seeing my therapist. It was my therapist who helped me to realize that none of what happened was my fault. Of course, my head knew it wasn’t my fault…. It was my heart that was feeling the guilt and the shame. It was just broken.

My heart has been healing for the last 6 years now….

Oh, and by the way, Assface is in jail again. Hope they keep his sorry ass this time!