Stick Horse Cowgirls

Earlier I was checking in on Debbie at www.dcwisdom.wordpress.com .and enjoyed her funny post about an experience in Wal-Mart. I "commented" to Debbie about how I've become friends with a woman, who works the evening shift as a clerk at Wal-Mart. Her day job is in an office at a hospital nearby, and she works the second job to help take care of her aged (Alzheimer victim) mother and often has one of her adult kids and grandkids living with her. When I was taking an evening class a while back, I got into the habit of stopping by Wal-Mart to pick something up on my way home. I always park near the garden center because I like to check out the stu ff and it's not nearly so congested as the rest of the store! She would often be working there alone in the not so busy garden center area, so she usually was the one who checked me out. Often we'd get into a little conversation if no one was waiting, and that's how I learned that she also had a mother with this terribl...

Do you ever say “bad words?”  I admit it, I occasionally lapse.  But, then, I run with a rough crowd—lawyers.  We hear it all and see it all.  Sometimes, try as we might, we pick some of that up. There are times, I must admit, when a “bad word” is the only thing that seems to fit.  My son told a story recently that just illustrates it: Three of his friends (fine, church-going, Christian friends—none of them known to swear) were playing basketball at the local Y.  One of them took a flying fall and grabbed his leg, yelling “ X@#&#!! ” ( very bad word).  The two other guys rushed over, “shsshing” him and saying, “ Don’t say that!  There are kids around !” Then they looked down at the leg he was holding to see his foot dan gling, his ankle clearly broken.  Simultaneously, they both let out a “ X#$%#@!!”   (same very bad word). The manager of the gym came running over,  “ Guys !” he scolded.  “You will HAVE to tone it...