My Favorite Things

Today is my first Blogiversary! I almost forgot. Yesterday's experience must have blown what's left of my mind.

I bit the bullet and went to Wal-Mart yesterday morning, early. But, not early enough. I was about halfway through my shopping when I heard a loud, piercing scream. Yep, someone's little darling was unhappy. I rounded a corner and saw two carts, one full of groceries, pushed by a young woman, the other full of an unruly little boy who had apparently refused to sit in the child seat because he was in the basket proper. The cart was being pushed by a woman I took to be the boy's grandmother. The little boy was snatching and grabbing anything he could reach by leaning wa-a-a-ay out of the basket, and granny was putting it back. When she put something back on the right side of the aisle, he would move to the left side and grab something else. And, when she took the item from him, he roared like an outraged bull.

At one point, a big jar of jelly was dropped and broken, and granny, for reasons passing understanding, turned around and hollered at the boy's mother. At first blush, I thought her anger was misplaced, and then I decided that maybe it wasn't. After all, daughter was raising this little barbarian, wasn't she? I just didn't know why they took him to the store at all.

I rounded another aisle and, in a moment of deja vu all over again, there came a higher, more piercing scream, this time from someone's little darling girl. She had apparently been denied something and was voicing her opinion.

Time to go. I found an available checkout line and left.

I seem to be a brat magnet. That's one reason among many that I hardly ever go to Wally World. But, that's not the only place I get annoyed. It seems that, invariably, in any restaurant, I manage to be seated next to the table where there's a noisy, crying, screaming, fidgeting child or several children.

Anyway, when I got home, I had to do something to calm my jangled nerves. So, I started thinking about what I could do to change my blog's look a little bit. I asked Jay to help me with the technical stuff.

The pictures are of some of my favorite things, including coffee, books, movies and my daughter's dog, my late grandpuppy, Daily. Daily taught me to love dogs. Even though I had owned various dogs over the years, none of them had captured my heart the way she did. So, I have memorialized my little angel on my blog. Indulge me.

That's all I have to say about that.