Life in the Slow Lane

On Saturday Mildred and I traveled 100 miles east to attend the college basketball game. We left early so we could do some shopping. It’s the only town within that distance that has decent shopping and decent is really stretching it.  Anyway, we went into JC Penney and while Mildred shopped I walked around.  Mildred had said she’d bought some really nice panties there a few weeks ago. So I headed into that department.  I found some really soft ones and in my mind I was thinking, while running my hand over the super soft panty, “Okay that pack of panties I bought from Kohl’s when they had them BOGO free two summers ago I just opened last month, do I really want to spend $6/panty. Yes I know they are nice and will probably last longer than the cheapo’s I’ve bought in the past, but do I really like them enough. Do I really want to spend more $$ today?” After I decided that yes I would purchase a few pairs I realized how I must have looked to other customers and their security staff. I could just hear the security staff speaking into their radios, “We have a creeper in women’s underwear department. She’s standing there with a dazed look on her face rubbing the panties. Escort her out of the store IMMEDIATELY!!”  Since I’m typing this today I’m lucky to say no one came and put me in hand cuffs. Just as I thought the panties are as wonderful as I thought they would be! 🙂 They are called Ambrielle.

Mildred and I also discovered that JC Penney sells their Adidas pretty cheap.  I never can buy women’s shorts because they are always way to short. You can’t tell me I’m the only bigger girl who wants to wear shorts that don’t show my butt cheeks. While Mildred was browsing the athletic wear she looked at shorts. I should say here I’m the worst person to shop with because I just lollygag around and hope the person I’m shopping with hurrys.  It’s just the way I am. Always have been. Anyway, the shorts were super cute, longer and then I saw they only wanted $13/pair.  I tried them on and they hit me just above the knee and hid the unpleasantness underneath.  I was really excited so I bought two pairs. Their running pants were only $17 and their jackets that you’d normally spend $50+ were $25.  It was like everything was 1/2 priced and there wasn’t a sale either. The tags were straight from the factory tags.  So I thought I’d pass that along to you if you are looking for any workout/lounge around clothes.

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I have a large flock/herd/gaggle/collection of keys. Half of the keys, I have no idea what doors they even open. But you know the minute I throw one away I won’t be able to open that one door. Anyway, these keys sit in the bottom of my purse and weigh it down. Basically the only time I use them is if I go to my dad’s house for lunch, down to the cabin or have to get in the side door of our house. I’m lucky to take the keys out of my purse a few times a month. 

On Wednesday night I beat TNT home.  Since Molly can get into the garage from her kennel through the doggy door I didn’t want to open the garage door and have her shoot out. She thinks it’s a game when I try to get her to come inside.  So I started digging in my purse for me keys.  They weren’t in there.  Looked under & between the seats of the car. Nothing.  So I walked across the farm to get our hidden key (more like a treasure hunt to find that thing) and got myself in the house.  I figured I’d left them in the house, but I couldn’t find them ANYWHERE!  I called my dad to see if they were in his house. Nope. I called Mildred to see if they had fallen on the floorboards of her car last week. Nope. I called my boss to see if they were on her floorboards from when we went to a funeral on Tuesday. Nope.

I started retracing my steps to the last time I’d used them. I remembered that on Feb. 8th I had gone to my dad before vball and changed clothes. Then I remembered that I had snuck into my dad’s house and hung up the wall decorations I’d made for him on the 11th, but I knew I had put them back in my purse after I unlocked his door.  That day I had ridden into town with TNT and after our stop at dad’s I needed to grab a few things at the grocery store.  When I checked out the cashier asked for my Dillons card so she could scan it and I could receive fuel points for my purchases.  Instead of handing it back to me she placed it on the desk area where you write checks (do they even make checks anymore? lol). I left them laying there.  So I called the grocery store and sure enough they were there. I don’t use them enough to even describe the key chains on it.  The only way I could describe them was to say there’s a weird-looking black box with GMC on it and if you push a button a key pops out.

All of the keys on there can be replaced no problem. But the thing that bothered me the most was that that weird-looking GMC key costs $350 to replace.  Not something I want to dish out for a spare!

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The first 12 years of my life were spent on a farm just west of a small village called St. Peter, KS.  If you counted the dogs and cats there was maybe 60 people living there. Nowadays, as with most small rural towns more people die than move into the areas so today St. Peter has just a handful of people living there. I’ve been gone for almost 20 years now but I still think of St. Peter as home.  Most of my family members are long gone having moved or passed on.

So it was a big surprise to see one of the founders of Jansport has settled into a town with no post office or grocery store but only a filling station and (of course every German town needs one) a bar.

I couldn’t get the video to play on here, so you have to click the actual link. Sorry.

http://www.ksn.com/content/news/editorschoice/story/JanSport-The-Kansas-connection/lEoAFb65YUSvFlYdKMO42A.cspx

Watching the video they show the roads leading into St. Peter and it takes me back to the many times we traveled those country roads. Usually at 70 mph with my mom at the wheel.

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