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Scenes from the Pic Pac


Grocery stores and I have a love/hate relationship.

I love that there is food there but I hate that I have to go hunt for it, pay for it, load it in my car, unload it from my car and then find a place to put it.

And most of the time I hate that I have to prepare it.

I know…………what a whiner!

As much as I’d love to say I like cooking, I just don’t.

I love to eat.

I love to read recipes.

I love to plan food for a party.

I especially love watching food videos and Food Network.

I’m just not a fan of the actual cooking!

Of course, with such good cooks in our family, there really has been no need.

The Mr. likes good food, too, but he sees mealtimes as a big hurdle to get over so he can move on to other things.

It’s a chore.

Yes, the Mr. is looking forward to the time when we take a pill to satisfy our dietary needs.

He’s very sci-fi that way.

But my sister, Marti, is completely different.

Cooking is her gift.

Cooking is how she shows love.

Cooking is a joy for her.

And, boy, is she ever good at it!

Man, oh man, that girl can cook.

Not only can she follow a recipe, but she can make stuff up.

She just adds this and that and, viola, a delicious meal.

She can even taste something and tell you what’s in it and what it needs to be better.

It’s crazy!

So when our family gets together to eat, the Mish usually gets assigned chips or drinks or paper products.

And I’m fine with that.

Last night was no exception.

We were getting together on Marc’s last night home before he and Mason head back to the desert.  The plan was tacos.  YUM!  I could eat tacos every single day.  Love ‘em.

And what was my assignment????

Cheese and sour cream.

I’m all over it!

So after work, I head on over to the little grocery store downtown.

I like this store.

It smells like fried chicken.

And they sell groceries.

Not lawn furniture.

Not clothes.

Not books.

Not camping gear.


And I don’t have to wait for a tram to pick me up at my car, meander through the lot while taking me several miles to the front door only then to have to remember that I’m parked in Scooby Doo 2.

{Old Kings Island reference, in case you missed it!}

I park in one of the 15-20 parking spaces; I go in, get my stuff, and get out!

So that was the plan.

Cheese and sour cream are right there together.

I got this.

Of course, nothing is ever that easy and there are several people crowded around the dairy section.  So, not wanting to be pushy, I kind of hang back and look at other things while I wait for the folks to move along.

That’s when I hear them.

“There’s one; she works here too.”

It was a young-ish woman walking with a pre-teen who was losing it!

That poor girl was sobbing.

I mean, there were gut-wrenching sobs coming from this little girl.

Next thing I know, the weeping teen goes up to the worker (who was doing her own shopping) and said “I’m sorry.”

The worker told her “Just don’t do it again.”

Well by this time, Mish is all ears!

What in the world is going on?

Bless her heart.

This child is heartbroken.

This child is humiliated.

This child is hysterically sobbing…….loud, guttural, wailing sobs.

Then, as they walked away, I hear the mom say “I ain’t raisin’ no thief.”

That’s when I smiled.

That’s when I knew that this mother was teaching her young daughter a valuable lesson.

A hard lesson, for sure, but a lesson she apparently needed.

This girl won’t soon forget how her mother marched her through that store, making her apologize to every employee for stealing from the Pic Pac.

Bravo, mother, bravo!

{Still, bless her heart.  She was sure tore up about it!}



The Misadventures of the Mr. and the Mish – Part 2

Being a Southern girl, I had to adapt to a few things in the North that were tough for me but one of the hardest was the Shoe Pile.

Aw……..the Shoe Pile!

For those who have no earthly idea what I’m talking about, it’s a big ole pile of shoes found just inside the door of any home in Western New York.  This is a photo I found online that clearly illustrates the Shoe Pile.  I’m not sure whose shoe’s these are but, please, take a moment to gaze upon the shoes of complete strangers:

shoes at door

Now, I’m not criticizing the Shoe Pile.

I completely understand the purpose of the Shoe Pile but it was a struggle for me.  I don’t know how many times I’ve tripped over someone’s big ole sneakers and how many times I’ve kicked those sneakers across the room!!!  I apparently have the patience of my Dad in those situations!!

But while I lived in the Frozen Tundra, I wholeheartedly embraced the Shoe Pile in my own home.

Well, not literally.

Why would I want to hug a pile of smelly shoes???

The Shoe Pile is a very important part of life in the Great White North.  But not just in the winter.  Oh no, most people continue the Shoe Pile all year long.  And, really, why not?  There’s no need to change your habits for those 2 weeks of summer!  🙂

One Christmas, we were going to my in-law’s to celebrate the birth of our Lord with the Mr.’s family and I decided to make a meat and cheese tray for snacking.  I mean, nothing says “Welcome Christ-Child” like a good summer sausage!!

So I get several kinds of cheese, some pepperoni (the log kind, not the pre-cut!  I am nothing if not gourmet!), the summer sausage and some olives.  It took me a bit longer to cut it all up than I thought so we were running a little late and I was running a little frazzled!!!

Of course, it doesn’t help matters that it’s colder than……..than……….well, than whatever is really cold……….I can’t think of anything!!   It was COLD!!!  Plus snowy.  After all, what’s cold without snowy???

We pull up to my in-law’s house and the kind Mr. takes my tray of meat & cheese & olives so that I could waddle into the house in my snow boots and Gore Tex coat!!

By the time I get to the door, it had already happened.

There stood the Mr. just inside the door looking down at a pile of shoes drowning in summer sausage and cheese cubes!!!!

Man, you should have seen the look on that poor Mr.’s face.

So I did the only thing a frazzled girl could do in that situation.

I cried.

I don’t know why.

I’m just a girl, I guess.

Needless to say, all that good cheese, pepperoni & summer sausage went right in the trash.

I just feel sorry for whoever found the olives in the toe of their shoe!  🙂


What is that smell???

I smell a smell.

It’s a smelly smell.

A smelly smell of something that smells smelly.

And it’s in my fridge!!!

How did it get there???

Maybe from the strawberries that had been there since Dad’s birthday on May 18.

Maybe from the egg salad I fixed on Monday and stuck back in without a covering.

Maybe from the beans I put in there over a month ago which developed a nice fuzzy coat. 


But no, all those things I threw out days ago.

Plus, I put in a box of baking soda.

Maybe something’s hiding under the mountain of cheese in the bottom drawer.

I have a cheese problem.

And I have an odor problem.

I need help.