Okay I know it is the season for the Grinch who stole Christmas but I believe I have heard enough of the Cindy Lou Who thing to last me for the rest of the year. Since I just started working at Wal-Mart and my name tag reads Cindy Lou it seems that everyone that sees me has to say hello Cindy Lou Who. Today as a lady came through my line she laughed and said "Hi Cindy Lou hows Who ville?" I had to admit that was funny. Today they placed me on the express checkout which I thought was a bit funny since it was only my second day on a register alone. Lets go ahead and put the new cashier on the busiest register so she can slow down the process. (Well I must say I did a damn good job of not screwing up today.)
As I was standing by the red line waiting to flag down someone hoping to check out a nice gentleman walked by so I greeted him. He looked down at my chest and when he saw my name tag he stopped dead in his tracks. With a sly grin on his face he walked over and surprised the crap out of me by hugging me. I am not accustomed to strange men embarrassing me in Wal-Mart so I was shocked to say the least. He said " Hello Cindy Lou I'm sorry but you were just too cute to pass by." I laughed and said well thanks for the hug you made my day. One of the other cashiers witnessed this and was laughing at my response to the hug. Then along came an elderly couple and I asked them how they were . They responded with fine and you." Of course I always say I'm wonderful so the older gentleman reached out and hugged me then replied" Yes you are." I was grinning after that. The other cashier was now wiping tears from her eyes so I told her I must be wearing my pheromones today. She looked at me and ask what are pheromones?
I asked her if customers at this particular store were always this friendly and she replied no you just seem to be attracting the hugger's today. At least I can say that I really enjoyed the hugs too bad I didn't know who the first guy was and the older gentleman made me feel like my dad had came down from heaven or where ever you go when you step on a rainbow just to give me a hug.
I really enjoy talking to the customers and spend most of the day joking with everyone that comes through my line but I must say the older gentlemen seem to be the ones that enjoy the attention I give them the most. I can't help it I love the silver in their hair. LOL Just don't tell Wal-Mart that I'm enjoying my job so much they may want to charge me admittance to the store.
Cindy with Candy and Chesty P
My beautiful babies
Friday, November 30, 2007
Thursday, November 29, 2007
An Old Cowboy's Advice
Another inbox masterpiece.
An Old Cowboy's Advice:
* Your fences need to be horse-high, pig-tight and bull-strong.
* Keep skunks, bankers, and lawyers at a distance.
* Life is simpler when you plow around the stump.
* A bumble bee is considerably faster than a John Deere tractor.
* Words that soak into your ears are whispered ... not yelled.
* Meanness don't jes' happen overnight.
* Forgive your enemies. It messes up their heads.
* Do not corner something you know is meaner than you.
* It don't take a very big person to carry a grudge.
* You cannot unsay a cruel word.
* Every path has a few puddles.
* When you wallow with pigs, expect to get dirty.
* The best sermons are lived, not preached.
* Most of the stuff people worry about ain't never gonna happen anyway.
* Don't judge folks by their relatives.
* Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.
* Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and think back, you'll enjoy it a second time.
* Don't interfere with somethin' that ain'tbotherin' you none.
* Timing has a lot to do with the outcome of a rain dance.
* If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop diggin'.
* Sometimes you get, and sometimes you get got.
* The biggest troublemaker you'll probably ever have to deal with, watches you from the mirror every mornin'.
* Always drink upstream from the herd.
* Good judgment comes from experience, and alotta that comes from bad judgment.
* Lettin' the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier than puttin' it back in.
* If you get to thinkin' you're a person of some influence, try orderin' somebody else's dog around.
* Live simply.
* Love generously.
* Care deeply.
* Speak kindly.
* Leave the rest to God...
An Old Cowboy's Advice:
* Your fences need to be horse-high, pig-tight and bull-strong.
* Keep skunks, bankers, and lawyers at a distance.
* Life is simpler when you plow around the stump.
* A bumble bee is considerably faster than a John Deere tractor.
* Words that soak into your ears are whispered ... not yelled.
* Meanness don't jes' happen overnight.
* Forgive your enemies. It messes up their heads.
* Do not corner something you know is meaner than you.
* It don't take a very big person to carry a grudge.
* You cannot unsay a cruel word.
* Every path has a few puddles.
* When you wallow with pigs, expect to get dirty.
* The best sermons are lived, not preached.
* Most of the stuff people worry about ain't never gonna happen anyway.
* Don't judge folks by their relatives.
* Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.
* Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and think back, you'll enjoy it a second time.
* Don't interfere with somethin' that ain'tbotherin' you none.
* Timing has a lot to do with the outcome of a rain dance.
* If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop diggin'.
* Sometimes you get, and sometimes you get got.
* The biggest troublemaker you'll probably ever have to deal with, watches you from the mirror every mornin'.
* Always drink upstream from the herd.
* Good judgment comes from experience, and alotta that comes from bad judgment.
* Lettin' the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier than puttin' it back in.
* If you get to thinkin' you're a person of some influence, try orderin' somebody else's dog around.
* Live simply.
* Love generously.
* Care deeply.
* Speak kindly.
* Leave the rest to God...
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Vet Exam
Vet Exam
A man runs into the vet's office carrying his dog, screaming for help. The vet rushes him back to an examination room and has him put his dog down on the examination table. The vet examines the still, limp body and after a few moments tells the man that his dog, regrettably, is dead. The man, clearly agitated and not willing to accept this, demands a second opinion. The vet goes into the back room and comes out with a cat and puts the cat down next to the dog's body. The cat sniffs the body, walks from head to tail poking and sniffing the dog's body and finally looks at the vet and meows. The vet looks at the man and says, "I'm sorry, but the cat thinks that your dog is dead too." The man is still unwilling to accept that his dog is dead. The vet brings in a black Labrador. The lab sniffs the body, walks from head to tail, and finally looks at the vet and barks. The vet looks at the man and says, "I'm sorry, but the lab thinks your dog is dead too." The man, finally resigned to the diagnosis, thanks the vet and asks how much he owes. The vet answers, "$650." "$650 to tell me my dog is dead?" exclaimed the man. "Well," the vet replies, "I would only have charged you $50 for my initial diagnosis. The additional $600 was for the cat scan and lab tests."
A man runs into the vet's office carrying his dog, screaming for help. The vet rushes him back to an examination room and has him put his dog down on the examination table. The vet examines the still, limp body and after a few moments tells the man that his dog, regrettably, is dead. The man, clearly agitated and not willing to accept this, demands a second opinion. The vet goes into the back room and comes out with a cat and puts the cat down next to the dog's body. The cat sniffs the body, walks from head to tail poking and sniffing the dog's body and finally looks at the vet and meows. The vet looks at the man and says, "I'm sorry, but the cat thinks that your dog is dead too." The man is still unwilling to accept that his dog is dead. The vet brings in a black Labrador. The lab sniffs the body, walks from head to tail, and finally looks at the vet and barks. The vet looks at the man and says, "I'm sorry, but the lab thinks your dog is dead too." The man, finally resigned to the diagnosis, thanks the vet and asks how much he owes. The vet answers, "$650." "$650 to tell me my dog is dead?" exclaimed the man. "Well," the vet replies, "I would only have charged you $50 for my initial diagnosis. The additional $600 was for the cat scan and lab tests."
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