OCTOBER 6, 2007 A DAY IN THE LIFE OF LOCKERRIDGE.. MY WALMART PARKING LOT PAL...

A DAY IN THE LIFE OF LOCKERRIDGE

Miss Prissy.... My Walmart Parking Lot Pal

THE RACE IS..... ON!

I have this wonderful dog that goes by the name of Miss Prissy. She is the result of a trip to Walmart one day, while I was doing one of those days of mass confusion.

You know the type I am talking about... those days when you have nothing to do from Sunday til Thursday.. and on Friday you have 3 appointments all within an hour of each other and the last teenager who drove your car left it with a fume to get it started and a prayer to get you to the gas station.

The kind of day that you get in the shower and discover that your loving partner has left the top to the shampoo off and it fell over leaving you with what you can scrape off the floor of the tub to wash you hair with..

The kind of day that you didn't need to scrape it off the floor of the tub, cause when you stepped into the shower you slipped in the spilled shampoo and that is how you head and shampoo made initial contact...

The kind of day when you finally have made all your appointments, and are on your way home .. when your cell phone rings and the human being that resides in the house with you says,

You better stop at Walmart and get some Charmin.. cause I just dropped the last roll in the toliet by accident... oh and get some shampoo too.. you must have left the top off the bottle cause it is all gone.. and I need to take a shower... so hurry up please...

So you get off on the next exit and drive the 10 miles back to Walmart at the exact time school is letting out.

You only have 2 miles to go, to finally reach the Mecca of the Walmart parking lot but it takes you 30 minutes to get there..

It always is a puzzlement to me ...

What is the evil and awful things that bring parents to the point of needing to drop off and then pickup their kids from school everyday..

Especially when there is this big yellow school bus that runs right in front of their house ... and would actually stop and pick the kids up and take them to the place they say will give them all learning.. and then, joyfully drop them off in the afternoon.

This wonderful thing could happen if they would only stand outside at a time, that never changes, every morning and afternoon.

I suppose they have some sort of mania about cooties on bus seats or something.. just plain nuts if you ask me ... but then again.. they didn't ask me.... did they?

The mentality which causes this twice daily walk into the twilight zone...

is also the mentality that causes them to be in competition with each other to see who can cause the most international sign language of discontent, everyone in the world knows how to speak.

It also causes innocent bystanders .. like me... much mental deterioration, and is probably the reason for the need of the over prescribed, and oh so lovely drug.. Valium..

heheheheheeeee!

The kind of day that you are the poor female... with no kids in school for years...

gets stuck behind the exhaust belching, strobe light on top of it and blinking yellow lights at the front and back every time it stops yellow school bus... which in addition to the nausea that the fumes are causing you ... makes you think of all the stuff you have read about seizures that are brought on by bright flashing lights directed in to your eyes...

The kind of day in which the kids on the back seat keep making faces at you..... and showing body parts which they should be embarrassed that they have attached to their adolescent bodies... to you out of the back glass on the emergency exit door..

But I digress don't I?

I do that a lot.. so just bear with me.. it is just one those quirks that makes me ... lockie... and who would change even one hair on my warped head? .....

HOMER?...... hehehehee!

I managed to get to Walmart... on this mission of the toliet paper run from hell... and get my hair brushed.... my lipstick freshened... and my junk I had dumped out of my purse when I threw on the brakes when one kid showed me something out the bus window .. his future wife will not even want to see... poked back into the purse ... and remembered to take the keys out of the ignition before I locked the door to the car.. ( this is a problem I have.... sigh... a lot.... )

Headed full steam ahead to buy the all important Charmin and Tresseme that we all need to be at our smiling best when .....

there suddenly was this lady in front of me with this large cardboard box sitting beside her at the entrance to the store..

She whips out this ball of fur and shoves into my arms before I could say diddly squat!

And what this ball of fur turned out to be was the most adorable puppy I had ever seen in my life!

She looked like a raccoon... seriously.. she even had the rings around her tail..

She just kind of snuggled down into my coat and I was a goner!

So I hid her in my coat pocket and did the zip in .. grab cart from little old man who had only one hand on it.. ( it was still free ground huh?)... get the shampoo, get the tissue, get the puppy chow, get the doggie bed, get the doggie treats, get the Mikey dog something so he won't try to kill the new puppy, get me a snicker bar.. cause I deserve one... mad dash to the checkout where everyone in Walmart is having the same wish.. to checkout and go home .... to wait my turn.. sigh..

I have a lot more to tell you about my pets in particular Prissy.. and this obsession she has with catching this squirel who lives next to our house.. in our walnut tree.. hehehe.. His name is Leon.. yeah I name my squirels.. and Homer doesn't even try to kill him.. I guess it has to be an underground type rodent for him to lose his mind over it! hehehe.. Since I do not have a clear picture of Leon to show to you .. here is the Lockie no. 1 id photo I am known for mostly..

No it is not because my personality is most like one of them either... is it? hehehe

lockerridge