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Happy Basha’s Memories

October 24, 2013

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Basha’s is a local grocery store chain here in Arizona that I used to frequent a LOT due to its proximity to our house at that time.  We moved near Basha’s when I was pregnant with our third child and lived in that wonderful house for six years.

As you can imagine, I visited the store OFTEN with all three children.  The three children that God blessed us with who don’t really look that much like their mother or father.  We have two blond-haired, blue-eyed kids and one with dark brown eyes and hair.  My husband has black hair and light brown eyes.  I have light brown hair and green eyes. Genetics are a weird deal.  I tell you all this frivolity to set up the first happy memory.

Happy (sort of) Memory #1:  I was casually strolling the aisles at Basha’s with my three offspring, when a lady in her mid-twenties came up and inquired, “Are these all your children?” “Yes, they are,” I replied proudly.  Then she had the audacity to ask, “Do they all have different dads?”  What in the blue blazes was she thinking???  I glanced down at my attire, wondering if I left home with only wearing my underwear … nope, fully clothed, not looking like a hoochie-mama.  I assured her that indeed, these three angels did have the same father, but I didn’t go into the fact that none of them look like him.  Good gravy, lady!

Happy Memory #2:  In our homeschool we studied a unit in science about the motion of falling objects.  One of the examples was Galileo dropping a cannonball and a musketball off the Leaning Tower of Pisa to determine that falling objects fall at the same rate.  Of course we climbed up in the play house and dropped all sorts of items into the dirt below to test this ourselves.  Back to Basha’s…. months later we were in the pasta aisle and my middle child was closely examining the spaghetti sauce jars.  (Not sure why???)  When all of a sudden he yelled (because he never spoke quietly until he was 12) “Mom! Here is the crooked building that the guy threw the rocks off of!”  (Insert song from the Sound of Music as I mentally skip through the hills of happiness!)

Happy Memory #3:  Yet another trip to Basha’s with my two little boys in the seats of the cart and my personal shopper (7 year old daughter) walking beside me.  A kind, elderly lady with fluffy white hair shuffled by and stopped to look at my children.  She smiled so sweetly.  (I braced myself to explain that I only had one husband.) Finally she remarked, “You have beautiful children!”  I whole-heartily agreed, but merely said, “Thank you!”  As she slowly made her way down the aisle, my loud, middle child yelled to the grandma, “My daddy drives a fancy Cadillac!”  It was true, albeit a hand-me-down from my parents, but his statement shocked me, nonetheless.  The sweet little lady threw her head back and belly laughed, as did I.

Happy Memory #4:  This same store had a very generous produce manager who allowed our daughter to go behind the black swinging doors each week to get free “rotten” food for her bunny rabbit, Blackie Honey Bunny Crosby.

I miss Basha’s.

Here we go AGAIN!

October 9, 2011

My little eight-year-old Colombian princess has let her heart’s desire be known….. a bunny.  A real live bunny that is white and can be held and hugged and rubbed by equally soft cheeks.  Pet purchasing rules were established in the Crosby home more than 10 years ago.  Hard work must be endured not only to earn the money needed but to finish Mama’s check-off list.  What list? you ask…. let me share my “you’ll never be able to get this done” list.

  1. Research specific pet care including, but not limited to: handling, feeding, cleaning, exercising, cage building, doctoring, etc.
  2. Make a list of necessary equipment.
  3. Do market research at two stores for most economical prices.
  4. Volunteer at shelter for these types of animals.
  5. Build cage.
  6. Make friends with neighborhood green grocer to hook up for discarded veggies…. for FREE.

That is all.  Unbelievably to me, my first eight-year-old daughter finished the list… and on hers there was the additional item of “Paint the barn/playhouse for the bunny.”  I learned that an eight-year-old with a dream is quite unstoppable.

So, here we go again.  The Colombian princess is an animal lover, no doubt, as she is drawn to every animal she comes into contact with like a fly to flypaper.  But I will not be swayed from the Crosby Pet Purchasing rules of engagement.

I mentioned the NEED for a rabbit at a homeschool outing this week and another mom about burst her britches telling me that we could have her daughter’s rabbit for FREE… cage and all.  Thankfully, Nora was not in the room at that time, or I’d hear no end to it!  After a nice Mexican feeding, I brought up the subject with my husband, Mr. Wallet.  His nose wrinkled up… sort of like a bunny, actually, and he spit out, “I hate rabbits.  They stink!”  Every party has a pooper…. and I gently persuaded the acquisition of another pooper for the family.  The decision has not been made as of yet, so the Pet Purchasing list has not been typed.  I’ll keep you posted.