My days are so long right now. I think of things to blog about when I have no access to a computer. At night when I have computer time I am so tired I forget what I intended to blog about.
I am substituting every day that the weather permits. Had another snow day this week. After school I take a 50minute drive to Smithfield and back. I babysit a nice little boy until Grammy gets off work at 9 PM. This will only last another 2.5 weeks because mommy is coming back from her overseas duty and will take him with her back to another state. I will miss that little booger. My nephew will miss him too. They have been best friends since July.
While traveling to this town everyday I have learned the smells of the packing plant. I will not name it but it is famous for its ham. Let me tell you it does not smell good when they are processing it. Quite nasty. Two days in a row it has been the same smell and I am personally rethinking my liking of ham.
I sent a text to Grammy today that said.... "You must have become immune to this smell in Piggiefield. Woowee it is bad." She replies.."No , I have not but you try living here."
It is a wonder anyone there in this town actually eats the ham after smelling that all the time. Blahhh!
I will miss that little kid but I must say I will not miss the smell coming from the plant when I drive over there and wait on his bus. Give me the good old non-smelly shipyard any day.
One day we were picking him up from his school and I went right through the area that the plant is located. It was my first time to smell such a thing. My nephew held his nose and asked.."What the heck are you eating up there?" I was not eating anything and don't know why he thought anyone would be eating anything that smelled like that.
If I had to smell that everyday , I think I would go vegetarian.
After I finished this post , it dawned on me that I had an interview at this facility years ago for an account manager. I look back now and am thankful I did not accept that job. Woowee! God works in mysterious ways.
Your Grammy can text? My mom can't even figure out the cell phone!
ReplyDeleteI laughed out loud about the boy asking you what you were eating... that's funny
~M