Yes, well my sister had the "Roll Incident" and I had the "Tortilla Incident" She came in the kitchen and decided to reach for a croissant and my daughter told her to "put it down!" lol....I reached for a freshly home made tortilla yesterday and my daughter made me put it back and then let me have half of one....lol! Man I wanted the whole tortilla. I'm not losing weight as fast as I'd like because I'm sitting down most of the day on my computer. My sister and I are going to go for walks every day. Yesterday, we went for a walk. My mom wanted to go to CVS because she had a five dollar coupon. My older Nora said she'd give my mom and I and my sister Leticia a ride over there. So we all pile into her car. Nora begins to compare mine and Leticia's butt....saying mine is much bigger....so then she asks my mom and my mom pleads the 5th! As we drive off, Leticia notices that CVS is far away! Her face goes pale as we pass Walgreen's. She thought we were going to Walgreen's, which is just down the street from us. I ask her if she thinks it's too far. She says no. I ask her if she can walk that long and she says "yes" but shakes her head in the "no" position. As we get out of the car, my sister Nora says to call her when we're out and she will come by and pick us up. We are in CVS for around 20 minutes, looking at makeup and lotions. My mom buys the things she needs and gets five dollars off. We walk out and the sky is a beautiful light blue with shreds of light pink streaking the sky. We declare that we will not call to be picked up and that we can walk home.My mom says we should cross the street. I wonder why and tell her we dont' have to cross until much later. She says no we can take the short cut through Albertsons. I think to myself Albertsons is the complete opposite direction we are going in. I see that she's gotten herself all mixed up as to where we are. I convince her that we must go straight and not cross the street. I feel responsible for my sister and for my mom. I'm looking to see if there are cars coming as we cross the streets and I walk on the edge of the side walk. We stop every now and then to look at the sky. We talk about, girdles and hernia's and God and the bible and how beautiful the sky is. As we start to cross over into another side walk. I hear birds, lots of birds making a fuss in a tree across the street. We stop to listen and wonder what is going on. As we keep walking I look to see how my mom is doing and I see that she is cold and tell her to put her wrap around her head. I see that she sometimes walks a little crooked and wonder if she's dizzy. I think to myself; "what would I do if mom can't make it all the way home? I'll have to call my sister Linda who would give us a lecture as to why did we walk this far with mom! So I'm careful to make sure she's okay. We stop and cross the street and then wait for the light to change to cross again. Just then a big truck passes by and wind blows at my mother, making her get off balance. I then stand in front of her making sure I get the wind and not her. We start laughing. We cross the street and I make sure we are all in the cross walk. My sister Nora had warned up about crossing the street because she says no one stops and give pedestrians the right of way in Vegas and to be extra careful. We cross the street with no incidents. Then as we walk I see that my mom looks tired and out of breath. I ask her if she's okay. She says she just wants to get home. As we pass by some houses, we smell roses or flowers blooming. My sister and mom declare that God sent us flowers and roses for our walk. It starts to get dark and I wonder how my girls are at home. I feel the need to walk fast and get home to see them. I ask if I should go ahead of them to get home and see the girls. When I purpose this, my sister looks faint and my mom looks lost. I say okay I'll stay. We begin to joke how if I left them they would get lost and turn in the wrong neighborhood and wonder for hours. I would then have to go look for them and tell everyone what happened and we would all get into trouble, mainly me....lol... So are almost home and we pass a community of houses, we have to cross to get to the other side of the sidewalk. I see a car coming fast, as we walk across I make sure he sees us and put my hand up making sure he stops. Anger rises fast with in me. Why was he driving so fast, through a neighborhood. I make sure to give him a look. My mom and sister are oblivious to this. I begin to think why do people do this, it's dark and you don't know who is walking, you could so easily run someone over if your not careful. It really gets me mad, when I see people driving fast through residential neighborhoods. I decide to let it go and just make it my mission to get them home. As we turn the corner I see a white truck and think it's Linda my sister and how she would get so mad if she saw us walking at night in the cold with mother! My sister Leticia says she's thinking the same thing. We joke how we would just tell her we went to Walgreen's. But we are holding CVS bags! Oh, and my sister says Walgrens, not Walgreen's. So we finally make the turn and are in close to home. I see that my mom is increasingly walking crooked. I walk on the street to give them more room on the side walk. As we get home, we laugh and say well we got spent mom's five dollar coupon....even if it almost killed us! We get home and my daughter looks at us and laughs....she said we had funny looks on our faces. She was sitting at home thinking CVS is really far away!
That was our adventure yesterday! I have a very eccentric, quirky, funny, and strange family. I love them so....I'm thinking of writing a book based on our family characters. I was going to call it The Functional-Dis functional....sorta like the movie Little Miss Sunshine!
And that's all I have to say about that....
janie
HAHAHAHAHAHA! Yes, your honor this did happen to me which is why, I had to go to bed at eight last night, like someone twice my age. However, I did wake up one pound lighter, even if I did commit the unpardonable sin of eating the other half of the alleged tortilla. I hope Linda never reads this particular blog, as we will be lectured beyond endurance.
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