I Don’t LIKE Pie

I love free stuff. I love having extra incentive to buy a burger here, or my groceries there. Just yesterday we bought a few items at Harps, due to our growing dislike of Wal-Mart and especially their meat, and were given a voucher for eleven cents of per gallon of gas that we bought at Harps up to 15 gallons. With gas prices what they’ve been, that was wonderful incentive – a freebie I appreciated. That said, sometimes I don’t always want to take advantage of whatever is being offered.

Today was one of those days. I still sometimes feel the urge to drive-thru McDonald’s and order a Quarter Pounder with Cheese, no onions Extra Value Meal with large fries and Coke, AKA a #3. It seems if you order a large extra value meal right now, they’re giving away free apple of cherry pies. I don’t like pie of any sort, period, and this is the conversation I had with the guy on the intercom after my initial order.

“Would you like an apple or a cherry pie with that?”

My response what very polite, “Neither, please.”

“But they’re FREE-EEE-EE!”

At this point I understood that he would not take “no” for an answer. In the same sing-song voice that he used I answered, “I don’t like Pie-ie-ie!” He got the picture.

You know, it’s OK not to accept something just because it’s free. I’m not in the habit of taking things that I neither need nor want. Take polite “no’s” for an answer, or don’t complain when the next reply is far from polite.

Monday Nothings

The older I get, the less I like people as a whole. I know it’s wrong to bunch everyone in one category, but it seems to me that the bad, the rude, and stupid, and the absolutley asinine form a much larger group than those who are none of the above at least 75 percent of the time. We all have our days, but when you see and hear more from the negative side, that begins to form your opinion.

It’s sort of like how the media loves to paint the picture of utter doom and despair all the time. Nothing is good, everything is horrible, and apparently “the messiah,” Obama must be the cure to all of the evils of the world. Thankfully a growing majority of people are learning that the mainstream media basically feeds us a plate full of crap multiple times a day. Their recent school-girl like crush on the man has revealed their utter stupidity.

What do we know of this man, running for President? Nothing really. Every time someone asks him a difficult question he cries that it’s not fair to ask such questions, or that it’s racially motivated. I suppose what really bothers me about society is this belief that things will be better with him as President. How will things be better? Because he plans to bring “change” and “hope.” What change? I imagine after he taxes the hell out of all of us, tries to make us live in the stone age regarding energy and pollution, and skews us further from democracy to communism, he’ll make all of us hope a great deal. We’ll hope that all of his changes can be reversed, if we’re not invaded and defeated due to his Neville Chamberlain-like attitude toward appeasement.

Lazy Sundays

• Personal Quote of the Day:  “Mothers are proud when their children can do tricks, not when they turn them.”

Today was what we in our family like to call a “Lazy Sunday.”  Most weeks we like to come home from church on Sunday and relax in preparation for another busy, tiring week.  After lunch I’ll clear the dishes if there are any, do a few chores, then spend some quality snoozing time on the couch with Lucy.  She loves Lazy Sundays.  There’s little that makes Lucy happier than the three of us cuddled up on the couch together.  Then I try to find time to read and/or write some as well as play with Lucy.  Some weeks we don’t get any rest at all, like last week, when we stayed busy from Friday night through Sunday evening.  After a week such as that, we were specially tired and not particularly healthy.  My sinuses have been getting the best of me, and Bart and I realized that we weren’t even in shape to go to church today.

Sadly, my body relaxed some at this thought, and though we went to bed at our usual time, we all three slept clear through to the time Bart and I would usually be arriving at church for Sunday Morning Services.  Though I know we should go as often as possible, I’m pretty sure God is OK with us using today as he intended as well, as a day of some badly needed rest.  If was even as though He gave us his blessing with a day perfect for ease and rest.  It’s the middle of August, and we’ve had a cool, rainy weekend.  That in itself is a rare, odd, and wonderful blessing; a day perfect for naps and rest.

It was also a day perfect for playing in the back yard.  The air smells clean, cool, and fresh from the rain, and the ground in just soggy enough for Lucy to leave a trail of water spraying behind her as she chases racket balls across the yard.

I love these cool, wet, autumnlike days.  There’s something about trouncing across soggy grass, letting the water seep through your shoes, down to your socks as the wind cools your face.  It feels like Autumn, the most beautiful, wonderful time of the year to me.  It feels like football weather, and I’m thankful we have two weeks of Olympics to carry us through until Opening Day.  The wet, slightly muddy grass, the cool, gentle breeze, the lingering scent of rain in the air, it feels like football weather.  It feels like Lazy Sunday