Nov 192014

Be forewarned, this story is on the risque side.

About 15 years ago or so, I was wandering around a major department store looking for some last minute Christmas presents for my daughter when I heard two people speaking very loudly from a few isles over.

“Where’s the KY?” a female voice asked.

“What’s KY?” a male voice almost shouted.

“It’s that jelly stuff. You know what it is.”

“What do you need that for?”

I couldn’t hear the response and I was in a hurry, so I went about my business. A few minutes later, I heard the voices again a few isles away.

“Well, our sex life would be better if you were more kinky.” The female sounded annoyed.

“I’m not wearing those leather pants! They chafe!”

Their conversation kept getting louder and more direct. I heard complaints about size, sagging and the last time they tried some toys I won’t mention. I saw people heading in their direction and people with kids moving quickly away from them. Laughter erupted from nearby, but the sex talkers didn’t seem to notice. I couldn’t take it anymore and I had to see these people shouting about their sex life in the middle of a store.

When I found the isle all the commotion was coming from, there were people standing on both sides of the isle. Some were pretending to look at items on the shelf and others were whispering to each other and giggling or outright laughing. In the middle of it all was an elderly couple, completely oblivious to the scene they were causing.

The man was using a walker to get around. The woman looked like the sweet old grandma that everyone loves to visit and always has cookies. Her silver hair was piled in a large bun atop her head and her dress looked freshly pressed. Not at all the image I expected to see when I rounded the corner.

My first thought was, “Go Grandma and Grandpa!”

Someone approached them and spoke to them. I assumed that she explained how loud they were being because their loud conversation stopped after that. I saw the man fiddle with his ear. I have a feeling he turned his hearing aid up. You’d think they would be rattled and possibly even leave the store, but they seemed unphased and went back to their shopping albeit more quietly.

I couldn’t stop smiling for the rest of the day.

Now, whenever the holiday crowds get me down, I remember these two and smile. They made Christmas shopping every year a little more enjoyable.

Weekly Writing Challenge – Overheard

I tried to find the original story I posted years ago about this incident, but it has apparently been lost to the internet ether. I’ve forgotten most of what they said, but that’s just as well. The details were never important.

Nov 112013

One of the most requested meals in our house is the extremely healthy (not) Company Casserole. I’m usually the Italian lover in the house, so I’ve always been a bit confused, but I guess the cheesy goodness is just too hard to resist.

There was a period of around six months when my daughter was about four that she would hardly eat anything. But you stuck a plate of Company Casserole in front of her, she’d eat it all and ask for more. So, I made it often for some time. It made me feel good to see her scarf  down one of the first recipes I modified myself and it still makes me feel good when my daughter and hubby request it.

I can’t say it’s one of my favorite meals to make, it’s pretty easy and doesn’t leave me with the satisfaction that more difficult recipes do, but the reaction to it is certainly one of my favorites. Loaded with calories, it’s not for the healthy conscience. I don’t make it as often as I used to for that reason. The expanding waist lines have to stop somewhere.

When I do make Company Casserole, it smells and tastes like home. My husband always tells me that’s the love I put in it, but I think it’s the cheese!



Company Casserole Recipe – Click here!

The Daily Post – Daily Prompt

Nov 052013

For as long as I can remember, music has moved me. Almost every genre holds some gem that makes me want to dance, laugh, cry, create, or remember. But there are some songs that stand out because the memories they bring crashing back unbidden are powerful.

Every time Hootie and the Blowfish’s song Let Her Cry comes on, my mood instantly changes. I can still see my adorable 3 year old daughter standing in front of the speaker and belting the words, making up the words she couldn’t understand, and smiling like it was the happiest song in the world. She would fling her arms out on the word “cry” in a dramatic gesture of exuberance. Sometimes she’d start bouncing on the parts she couldn’t understand singing “let her cry” over and over.

No matter what I was doing, I would stop and watch her performance. I’d clap and laugh. She’d run over, hug me, and run off to play again. So, whenever I hear Let Her Cry, I can’t help but smile and remember my darling daughter turning a sad song into one of the happiest songs and fondest memories.

These are the words I remember her singing. The music video is posted below if you’d like to listen while reading her words. Maybe you can hear what she heard.

She sits alone
By a bump posed
Trying to find the thing that is mine
She says there’s the one
I love the most
But let’s not fall behind

(lots of nonsense words and humming)
FLY AWAY (she shouted it)

Let her cry, if the tears fall down my ring
Let her sing, if it “eateds” my pudding
Let her go, let her (mumble)
And if the sun comes up tomorrow
LET HER BE, LET HER BE (shouting)

I tried to get her on video singing, but even though she was a huge ham for the still camera, she just wouldn’t sing for the video camera. She’d hang her head and act like she was shy and embarrassed. I guess I wasn’t meant to share with other people. Let Her Cry was our thing.

The Daily Post – Weekly Writing Challenge

I enjoyed this topic and might have to revisit it one day. I had a hard time picking just one song to talk about.

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