"Going to the chapel and we're gonna get married"
soccerfreaks
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This is an old blog entry of mine, from back in 2009, and I bring it to this board because it speaks, perhaps to some of the issues we face:
(Dixie Cups reference)
I used the above musical reference because I wallked down the aisle with my wife this afternoon and evening. In fact, I walked down aisle after aisle after aisle.
I said that I was going to the grocery store to acquire a few things (24 things, to be precise, all of them neatly packaged in one attractive box) and innocently asked my son to come along with me. My wife, who had, I thought, had her share of shopping for the day behind her, owing to the garage sales, buying a lawn mower without seeing if it even worked, things of that sort, I felt pretty sure would pass on this, but I was wrong.
It turns out, once Favorite Son Number One realized that wife and I were both going, and perhaps adding in that she was going to wear her first shorts of the year (blinders, folks!) and that I was, well, going, he decided to opt out and watch some of the greatest early season baseball and late season basketball that I have ever missed, especially for a mere grocery expedition.
Normally, I would not let this happen. Normally, my wife does the shopping. It is not a macho thing, before you get your dander up. It is simply that she believes in coupons and comparison shopping while I believe in getting in and getting out. This means that I might buy a can of tuna (if I am so inclined) for a couple of bucks, because it happens to be at the store I am walking through with a cart (if I am smart enough to realize I am going to need one) while she will go to several stores, find the same tuna, quality tuna, for a much lower price, apply a coupon, and nearly get it for free.
She has been known, to be honest, to GET things for free, when all is said and done. It is a tough job but someone has to do it.
I am not that someone. My tendency, and perhaps I am giving myself too much credit with that word, my URGING, is to go into the store with items in mind, go to the aisles where they are perched, pick them up, regardless of price, and then go staggering to the counter or whatever you call it overloaded because I somehow did not think a cart would be required (and that is why I ask my son to attend these sessions with me, you see).
Before I go any further, be advised that my son has been known to travel with me to the grocery store. He has been known to travel with his mom to the grocery store. But he was probably seven or 10 the last time he went with BOTH of us to the grocery store. That says, of course, that we do not find grocery shopping to be, generally, one of those treasured family experiences, and also that he thinks, I guess, that we will either start fighting or groping one another 10 minutes inside of the store.
That is just a supposition of course. Maybe, in this case, it was the prospect of his mom in the store in shorts. I know that when we entered, a lot of people left immediately, seemingly like those zombies from Night of the Living Dead, stumbling, staggering, covering their eyes. It will be alright. We live at the Beach. She is just working it.
Okay.
Probably a good choice by Ry. We took my car, Corrine and me, which meant I wouldn't be nagging about her driving and I wouldn't be puking out of a window (or, maybe I would). It meant we would get there fast and we would only go to one store, and we would get in and get out while pretty much ignoring local speed limits.
I'm just saying.
We got there, we went in, I pulled out a cart, and Corrine said she wanted to push the cart (she has a bum foot still, and although it is getting better, there is some concern there).
That was fine with me. My problem, of course, is hanging back while she lags along if you know what I mean, and I think SOME OF YOU DO. I would go down an aisle, turn up the next...and there was no Corrine. I would hear, eventually, "I'm right here."
Do not think I am cruel. Okay, do.
To be honest, it was rather fun for both of us. We only rarely shop together, and it turns out that I would buy a lot more crap if she was with me every time I went to the store.
We had a three-fold mission, and the first two parts of it were fairly easy. They consisted of, what does Corrine want? What does Ryan want?
The third part, the one that took us through two very interesting games on TV, was, What does Joe want, and what can Joe eat?
If you have ever been hungry and gone to the grocery store, you know, YOU KNOW, that this was a mistake. NEVER buy food when you are hungry.
The same applies for head/neck cancer survivors still trying to learn what they can and cannot eat, espcially if they are hungry: NEVER, EVER, let them decide what they can eat. It is a fantasy world. And this is why it took so long.
I knew this from previous excursions. So I weighed, and I measured. I considered. The culprit was my wife.
"I't's only $2, if you can't eat it, Ryan will."
I heard that over and over.
And over.
And that is to say nothing of my own shenanigans. I bought things that I WANT to eat rather than things that I CAN eat. Corrine considers this progress. I consider it stupidity and a waste of money. (To be honest, she really did have to push me in this direction. I kept saying, "I can't eat that," and she kept saying, "You've eaten it before," or, "I think you can."
Bottom line: my son called to ask if we were okay. I am sure he decided that we had been in an accident or had bolted on him for Cozumel.
It was fun, it really was. Dreaming is always fun, I suppose. Turning the dreams into reality is another story altogether. I like to think I am up for it.
Wait, here is the real bottom line: If I had gone to the store by myself, I might have spent $40 or $50, but, instead, I walked out of there with a $160 grocery bill.
If I have not told you this already, when I got home, when I unloaed the car, when I helped store the goods, when Ryan had filled me in on the games' endings I had missed, I said to him, "Man, we get more stuff with your mom than if I had gone alone!"
He just said, rather enthusiastically, "I know."
(Dixie Cups reference)
I used the above musical reference because I wallked down the aisle with my wife this afternoon and evening. In fact, I walked down aisle after aisle after aisle.
I said that I was going to the grocery store to acquire a few things (24 things, to be precise, all of them neatly packaged in one attractive box) and innocently asked my son to come along with me. My wife, who had, I thought, had her share of shopping for the day behind her, owing to the garage sales, buying a lawn mower without seeing if it even worked, things of that sort, I felt pretty sure would pass on this, but I was wrong.
It turns out, once Favorite Son Number One realized that wife and I were both going, and perhaps adding in that she was going to wear her first shorts of the year (blinders, folks!) and that I was, well, going, he decided to opt out and watch some of the greatest early season baseball and late season basketball that I have ever missed, especially for a mere grocery expedition.
Normally, I would not let this happen. Normally, my wife does the shopping. It is not a macho thing, before you get your dander up. It is simply that she believes in coupons and comparison shopping while I believe in getting in and getting out. This means that I might buy a can of tuna (if I am so inclined) for a couple of bucks, because it happens to be at the store I am walking through with a cart (if I am smart enough to realize I am going to need one) while she will go to several stores, find the same tuna, quality tuna, for a much lower price, apply a coupon, and nearly get it for free.
She has been known, to be honest, to GET things for free, when all is said and done. It is a tough job but someone has to do it.
I am not that someone. My tendency, and perhaps I am giving myself too much credit with that word, my URGING, is to go into the store with items in mind, go to the aisles where they are perched, pick them up, regardless of price, and then go staggering to the counter or whatever you call it overloaded because I somehow did not think a cart would be required (and that is why I ask my son to attend these sessions with me, you see).
Before I go any further, be advised that my son has been known to travel with me to the grocery store. He has been known to travel with his mom to the grocery store. But he was probably seven or 10 the last time he went with BOTH of us to the grocery store. That says, of course, that we do not find grocery shopping to be, generally, one of those treasured family experiences, and also that he thinks, I guess, that we will either start fighting or groping one another 10 minutes inside of the store.
That is just a supposition of course. Maybe, in this case, it was the prospect of his mom in the store in shorts. I know that when we entered, a lot of people left immediately, seemingly like those zombies from Night of the Living Dead, stumbling, staggering, covering their eyes. It will be alright. We live at the Beach. She is just working it.
Okay.
Probably a good choice by Ry. We took my car, Corrine and me, which meant I wouldn't be nagging about her driving and I wouldn't be puking out of a window (or, maybe I would). It meant we would get there fast and we would only go to one store, and we would get in and get out while pretty much ignoring local speed limits.
I'm just saying.
We got there, we went in, I pulled out a cart, and Corrine said she wanted to push the cart (she has a bum foot still, and although it is getting better, there is some concern there).
That was fine with me. My problem, of course, is hanging back while she lags along if you know what I mean, and I think SOME OF YOU DO. I would go down an aisle, turn up the next...and there was no Corrine. I would hear, eventually, "I'm right here."
Do not think I am cruel. Okay, do.
To be honest, it was rather fun for both of us. We only rarely shop together, and it turns out that I would buy a lot more crap if she was with me every time I went to the store.
We had a three-fold mission, and the first two parts of it were fairly easy. They consisted of, what does Corrine want? What does Ryan want?
The third part, the one that took us through two very interesting games on TV, was, What does Joe want, and what can Joe eat?
If you have ever been hungry and gone to the grocery store, you know, YOU KNOW, that this was a mistake. NEVER buy food when you are hungry.
The same applies for head/neck cancer survivors still trying to learn what they can and cannot eat, espcially if they are hungry: NEVER, EVER, let them decide what they can eat. It is a fantasy world. And this is why it took so long.
I knew this from previous excursions. So I weighed, and I measured. I considered. The culprit was my wife.
"I't's only $2, if you can't eat it, Ryan will."
I heard that over and over.
And over.
And that is to say nothing of my own shenanigans. I bought things that I WANT to eat rather than things that I CAN eat. Corrine considers this progress. I consider it stupidity and a waste of money. (To be honest, she really did have to push me in this direction. I kept saying, "I can't eat that," and she kept saying, "You've eaten it before," or, "I think you can."
Bottom line: my son called to ask if we were okay. I am sure he decided that we had been in an accident or had bolted on him for Cozumel.
It was fun, it really was. Dreaming is always fun, I suppose. Turning the dreams into reality is another story altogether. I like to think I am up for it.
Wait, here is the real bottom line: If I had gone to the store by myself, I might have spent $40 or $50, but, instead, I walked out of there with a $160 grocery bill.
If I have not told you this already, when I got home, when I unloaed the car, when I helped store the goods, when Ryan had filled me in on the games' endings I had missed, I said to him, "Man, we get more stuff with your mom than if I had gone alone!"
He just said, rather enthusiastically, "I know."
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Another Hopeful Shopper
Joe,
Love it - I've wasted time and money buying things I can't eat, too. Last week, when I unloaded my most recent purchases on the kitchen table, my aunt said "Strawberries - are you serious?". I explained to her that simply possessing the strawberries brough joy to my heart,and you never know, maybe I could eat them. OK, so I couldn't swallow it, but I took a bite of one of the strawberries and chewed the bleep out of it. I could taste a weak,watered-down strawberry taste, so I considered the experiment a partial success. Keep at it, Joe.0 -
Glenna M said:
LOL
I love your blogs!! I should read them more often as they always make me smile, actually I laugh out loud while reading them ;-)
Take care and stay well,
Glenna
Then they are worth the effort.
Thanks, Glenna.
Take care,
Joe0 -
Pam, I am not sure it is aPam M said:Another Hopeful Shopper
Joe,
Love it - I've wasted time and money buying things I can't eat, too. Last week, when I unloaded my most recent purchases on the kitchen table, my aunt said "Strawberries - are you serious?". I explained to her that simply possessing the strawberries brough joy to my heart,and you never know, maybe I could eat them. OK, so I couldn't swallow it, but I took a bite of one of the strawberries and chewed the bleep out of it. I could taste a weak,watered-down strawberry taste, so I considered the experiment a partial success. Keep at it, Joe.
Pam, I am not sure it is a waste, despite what I wrote. Sometimes it seems we can eat what we thought we could not eat. It is strange when it happens and even stranger when, suddenly deluged with stuff we ate ONE TIME (by those who profess to care for us), we find we cannot eat it the second time.
I am still trying to figure out, in my case, why that happens. I suspect it has to do with a bunch of factors related to how it was made, what it was made with, the usual culprits.
In any case: keep chewing on those strawberries, my friend. The taste alone is worth it.
The next problem regards how to get rid of all the junk we ate one bite of after which we stored the remainder in a container, hoping we would get back to it (that strawberry tasted SO good!) but never did, or that someone else would (AS IF they would eat after CancerBoy!).
Personally, I rely on the local food police.
Take care, and keep trying, keep doing,
Joe0 -
Loved It
OMG! My hubby has been shopping last year for 6 months during my TX, and saved more money then I ever did! Lol! He went at 8am on Sunday morning when it was empty. He was home in record time with everything on his list, and not much else. ( I am an impulsive buyer! )
Loved your blog soccer, but I we shopped together - well I don't even want to think about it! Thanks for the laughs, you brightened my day!
Of course - he comes home with herring, kielbasa, little hot dogs (in a jar?), hot peppers - Yuck!0 -
Thank you, ma'ampattyanny said:Loved It
OMG! My hubby has been shopping last year for 6 months during my TX, and saved more money then I ever did! Lol! He went at 8am on Sunday morning when it was empty. He was home in record time with everything on his list, and not much else. ( I am an impulsive buyer! )
Loved your blog soccer, but I we shopped together - well I don't even want to think about it! Thanks for the laughs, you brightened my day!
Of course - he comes home with herring, kielbasa, little hot dogs (in a jar?), hot peppers - Yuck!
I have been following your travails through this board, and am glad to see that you retain a sense of humor -- that can be tough, for sure, but I find it hard to understand how other folks survive without it.
Keep on laughing -- it makes it much easier to get through.
Take care,
Joe0 -
Hi Joesoccerfreaks said:Thank you, ma'am
I have been following your travails through this board, and am glad to see that you retain a sense of humor -- that can be tough, for sure, but I find it hard to understand how other folks survive without it.
Keep on laughing -- it makes it much easier to get through.
Take care,
Joe
As long as you keep blogging, I will keep laughing! I enjoy your blogs so much! You put into words what so many of us are thinking! Keep up the good work, and thanks for spreading the happiness around. Love & Prayers, Patty0 -
Chapelpattyanny said:Hi Joe
As long as you keep blogging, I will keep laughing! I enjoy your blogs so much! You put into words what so many of us are thinking! Keep up the good work, and thanks for spreading the happiness around. Love & Prayers, Patty
Soccer,
I told you to keep this a secret. I didn't want people to know we were going to the chapel. J/K0 -
I do this too!Pam M said:Another Hopeful Shopper
Joe,
Love it - I've wasted time and money buying things I can't eat, too. Last week, when I unloaded my most recent purchases on the kitchen table, my aunt said "Strawberries - are you serious?". I explained to her that simply possessing the strawberries brough joy to my heart,and you never know, maybe I could eat them. OK, so I couldn't swallow it, but I took a bite of one of the strawberries and chewed the bleep out of it. I could taste a weak,watered-down strawberry taste, so I considered the experiment a partial success. Keep at it, Joe.
I do this too!0
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