Life happens on the weekends. There are people who use the weekends to clean house and get ready for the next week, but not us. We use weekends for time together, which means by Monday, the house is looking not so clean and there is much to be done around here. Laundry is piled up. There are dishes in the sink. The floor is nasty. The couch is piled with stuff, as is the kitchen table. Of course, we do occasionally work around here on weekends. Things like fence mending, gardening, building the storeroom, etc, do happen, but for the most part, those chores are considered spending time together. The house still falls apart on weekends while we are doing those chores. I’m not complaining. I’m just saying that after a long weekend, I have lots to do. My blogging goes by the wayside too. I may get things posted and a few comments here and there, but I feel so behind on my blog reading after the weekend.
Today, I feel really slow. To make matters worse, it rained hard this morning with lots of thunder and lightening. The sky is dark, and it makes me want to go back to bed. Maybe me and the dogs will have a little nap later, but I will tell you one more thing about the weekend. I took this photo this morning to show you the amount of rain we got in just a short amount of time.
I mentioned that we did some shopping yesterday. Well, Jesse was already in The City with Lindz and Reagan. We met up with her about lunch (she’s good about showing up in time to eat). She had had her make-up done at some store and was looking quite lovely in a made-up sort of way. It is not unusual to get extra attention when shopping with Jes, anyway. She has been known to bat her eyelashes at store clerks and have them falling all over themselves. We stopped in the mall for her to make a return at some store. The male clerk, who had been just going through the routine, brightened and was very helpful after seeing Jesse try on a cute little dress. It was kind of funny, because I assumed the guy was gay (working in a women’s clothing store), and he may have been, but he was impressed with Jes. Then we stopped by a motorcycle shop to let Jesse shop for a new helmet. The owner of the store was more our age, but he seemed to have a great time helping Jes try on helmets and try out the fancy motorcycles. He took good care of her and gave her some good advice on helmets and such. He was not flirty or anything, but he did seem to be enjoying himself. She ended up buying Shoei helmet and extra visor. The owner also gave her a Ducati T-shirt. She always makes shopping interesting.
Years ago, I was shopping with a friend who was wearing a fox fur coat. She also had on a huge diamond ring. It was amazing the difference those things made in the attention we received from clerks. We are talking some major suck-up. Having Jesse around is just almost as good.
Speaking of shopping experiences:
When we first moved back to OK, I went with Toby over to Sulphur to the feed store. It was summer time and I was wearing shorts, a t-shirt and sandals – typical Okie attire. My hair was probably clipped up on my head due to the heat. I had never been to this feed store, but it turned out to have a great selection of women’s western wear. I was looking through some really nice clothing when I realized the dresses were Double D Ranchwear – very expensive stuff! I was really excited and started trying on some things. Then a store clerk came up and said, "We have a five dollar sale rack; you might want to try looking over there." I was really hurt. I put back the clothes I was trying on, and went to stand by Toby who had just spent a big amount of money on ranch supplies. When he asked me if I had found anything that I wanted, I just said no. What kind of sales person would direct you to the 5$ rack when you were looking at clothes that cost $200? She must have been one of the owners or a relative – why else would they put up with someone that rude? I guess I should have worn my mink.