Things I’ve Overheard

Left the family room for the kitchen to start dishes. After the briefest pause I hear.

Lulu: She’s been like that all day. About a level 10 or 10 plus. I’m worried about her.

B: Don’t worry about your mom. She’ll be okay.

Wow. I felt the frenzy but I also thought I was managing. Guess not. There is so much to do y’all. Slept good last night though. First time in a while. Vivid dreams too. Subconscious coming out of my system.

I attribute the small step to my mood change to my me day. Selfish but I need more days like that. I need to quit choosing busy over family. And I need to change how I base my worth and self esteem from what I do to who I am. At least I’m a little pitcher with big ears and overheard what I needed to overhear. I’m not happy with who I am becoming but at least there’s still time to change that.

In a side note, I’ve become engrossed in Far From the Tree. I need to check on when it was written. I see a few mental heath no-no’s like using the dreaded C word. Still finding nuggets of gold and my common place book is exploding.

Happy Sunday! I’m still searching for my driving song to participate on #SLS.

As always more to come.

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Modified Category Alert

Probably over a year ago, I added a category “Things I’ve Overheard”. There was a very short span of time where I was studying my surroundings. I kept overhearing funny quotable quips on a daily basis. Gems too good not to share.

As soon as I launched the new category however those funny stories seemed to disappear. Either that or maybe I just became less observant. At the time, my posts were usually based on some casual observation that I fictionalized. As I got more into my head and used my blog to release the hounds, I stopped looking for fodder in the streets.

Well now I’m going back to walking the beat. Instead of adding another category I’m going to modify the existing one. Things I’ve Overheard is going to include tales from the Tree as in Dollar.

I’m going to share the observations of a retail cashier. Lulu is not a writer. She doesn’t enjoy reading either. Music and drawing are more her game. I’ve tried to convince her to chronicle her shifts. She’s said to me if you think my stories are interesting, you write them down. Well you don’t have tell me twice.

Truth is definitely stranger than fiction. Nothing too memorable so far or I’d write a retrospective. Instead I’ll start now. Hopefully I’ve not jinxed myself.

I believe that most of these will be lighthearted however retail life is pretty gritty in certain instances. But in the spirit of keeping it real, I won’t spin for effect.

As always more to come.

Sunday Steps

Last week I called it getting my steps in. Several folks reached out to me and asked if I had joined AA. Nope and I don’t really think you’re supposed to ask me that. You know the anonymous part is truly supposed to be anonymous. At least I think it is. 

Anyhoo I’m at in again.   Getting those steps in. Here is proof ūüėā.  


Now for a little levity.   As I was walking, I overheard the following on the ūüďĘ 

Attention Wally World shoppers! Attention! For your safety please do not ride the bicycles or run or get on the skateboards while wearing an animal head. 

Your safety is our utmost concern.  Thank you for shopping at WallyWorld! 

These are direct quotes except for the use of Wally World.    Instead Wally World is my veiled attempt to use a synonym for the behemoth retailer we all know and love or we all love to hate.  

Yup I know don’t quit my day job. 

As always, more to come.

Not Judgment But Observation 

There’s a family of 11 in the waiting room with us.  Four men who appear to brothers’ in law and seven women (three of the women in wheelchairs).  The women bear a striking resemblance to one another which is why I assume they’re sisters.  

They set out a spread of snacks.  Chips and dips.  Soda water.  

They just got the news. Surgery over for their loved one and as they expected the outcome was NOT good.  Most are crying. One says “now you see, you’ve got to change your cooking and what he’s eating”.

It seems wrong to be witness but there’s no where else for us to wait. My heart goes out.  As we are in community with each other. There but for the grace of God go I.  

As always more to come. 

You Don’t Need An Ovary To Have A Puppy

Nerves were flying all day yesterday.  BF to the rescue to take her mind off “things”

After he left, Lulu asks me “did you hear how nervous I was?”  I reply “I didn’t hear everything”.  After all I was in the room across the hall, door closed and still working.  

And in fairness, that’s true.  I only heard bits and pieces.  I just didn’t correct her once I realized she assumed I hadn’t heard anything and she spared me.  

She’s been doing that her whole life.  She takes on the weight of the world.  And of course she’s scared but you only feel it.  Her fear is invisible.  Except with him. 

The conversation went something like this:

Lulu: I haven’t slept since I found out I have this cyst 

Him: you’ll sleep again when this is over

Lulu: I know but for now it sucks.  I’m worried

Him: what’s the worst that can happen, you’ll lose an ovary?

Lulu: no, the worst is I lose everything and become a dude!

Him: that’s NOT going to happen

Lulu: I could and my crazy grandma keeps telling me I can still have children.  That’s the last thing on my mind right now

Him: just think you don’t need an ovary to have a puppy. One day we’ll have Edgar

Edgar as in Edgar Allan pug.  The dog they’d  like to get. 

And she laughed.  More than once.  Laughter we don’t often hear from her as she is super reserved.  After that I lost track of the conversation.  

She’s completing her pre-op. It’s getting close. “All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream” EAP

That quote is very fitting today.  Wake me the HELL up from this dream.  Looking for silver linings.  And they are everywhere along this path.  Hug your loved ones NOW and don’t be the first to let go.  

As always, more to come. 

Overheard On Monday May 8, 2017 While Standing At My Kitchen Sink Washing Supper Dishes 

A little levity for your day.  

Billy Bob “yep we’ve only got three days left to walk around the house naked”

Me: Lol.  The kind of laughter where you snort.  

This as he was on the phone with his coworker / cousin who asked when Lulu would be back home for the summer.  

Oy vey that man I married.   ūüėā

As always more to come. 

Overhead On 5/8/2017 While Standing in Line at the Post Office

Big shock that I had an issue with AT&T. ¬†I went to the post office today to return a “free” tablet that was sent¬†to me under the guise of Mother’s Day special … free of charge to include no¬†line charge which is usually $10 a month. ¬†As I read the fine print, I was like oh hell no. $40 bucks a month. ¬†WTF!!! I was trying to reduce my crazy high monthly bill not increase it.

I get to my post office of choice. ¬†You know, the one right next to the Alamo. ¬†Yes the ACTUAL Alamo where battle was waged back in the day. ¬†The post office that is¬†inside the Hipolito F. Garcia federal building and U.S. courthouse. ¬†You know, the one where I have to walk through metal detectors. ¬†And empty my pockets and take off my belt if I am wearing one. ¬†I hate getting behind an attorney who is all gussied up for court. ¬†Takes him/her¬†forever to get through. ¬†Do I not live the coolest life? ¬†C’mon, you know I do.

Today there was a crowd at the little window. ¬†A man in his walker separates me from a mother and daughter pair who are next in line after the current customer is done. ¬†Mom says “Remember I have¬†9:15 AM chemo tomorrow” ¬†Daughter says “I remember” ¬†Mom says “I am skipping breakfast because it will all come up anyways”

I never would have known she was ill. ¬†She was dressed all sporty in capris, tank top and running shoes. ¬†She wore a baseball cap and a long pony tail down to the middle of her back. ¬†Sure puts things into perspective, doesn’t it? ¬†Suddenly “free” not really “free” tablets do not seen like such a big deal anymore.

As always, more to come.

Overheard on May 6, 2017 @ 6:30 at Capparelli’s

I thought I’d use this category more but I jinxed myself until tonight. ¬†As we (Billy, Pony, Wise, and I) sat and ate dinner, we overheard a conversation going at the table right behind us.

Woman (thick east Texas accent): Go ahead and tell them what you told me.

Man (equally thick east Texas accent): What?

Woman: You know about Sissy.

Man: Oh that. Well Sissy was my momma.  She cursed so much when I was a kid that I thought my first name was Fuck!

Doh! ¬†You just cannot make this stuff up. ¬†Of course Pony laughed and said wow there are two of us :). ¬†He was kidding. ¬†I was bad, but not that bad. ¬†I saved the f-word for my writing. ¬†Cursing was not allowed in my house growing up. ¬†I never ever heard a swear word one from my parents other than an occasional abbreviation from my dad. ¬†He say “so-and-so is a PF or BF”. ¬†Possibly he’d say “that is CS or BS”. ¬†Lol! ¬†no telling what he was abbreviating.

As always, more to come.

I Jinxed Myself

Ever since I added this category, I have not overheard anything juicy.  I knew it!  I jinxed myself.  Crap!  And I had such high hopes for this section.  Oh well, I am leaving the category open for future use.  Just in case.  I think my luck might turn anyway. Superstitious Jill has said some incantations. Ohm, Ohm, Ohm.  Oh Monty Python!  :).

C’mon … say something stupid people. ¬†Jilly needs something to weave. ¬†I need to write about you behind your back. ¬†Lol! ¬†Reminds me of a friend who when someone would walk up as we were having a conversation and ask “hey what’s up?” She’d quickly reply without a second thought “we were talking about YOU!” And the person never really knew was it bad or good? ¬†Was it you or is it me? ¬†Yep, it was always you! We were talking about YOU! ¬†Ugh,¬†As if (said in my best Alicia Silverstone voice over voice).

As always, more to come.

Overheard on April 10th 2017 

One side of a phone call.  OP = Other Party 

SA: Gurl I told you, I already lost 21 pounds.

OP: in my imagination OP says “Good for you!”

SA: and I know it’s from giving up alcohol for Lent!!

OP: in my imagination OP says “Gurl I know I couldn’t do it!”

SA: Ya, you know it’s hard

OP: in my imagination OP says “C’mon Friday.   Mama needs some margaritas!”

SA: I’m gonna set my alarm for midnight and then have those drinks!

Lol!   And this was at 7:00 this morning.  Now that’s planning for the weekend on a Monday.  And me, I gave up nothing for Lent.  Instead, I changed my ways.  40 days without sarcasm.  ūüôĄ you be the judge.  

As always more to come.