Your Weekly Antics Tumbleweeds and Cowboy Hats Edition...7/21/25...
- lisaalkap
- Jul 21
- 5 min read
Well kids, we skipped another week, what did we miss? A whole lot of nothing worth reporting on, that's what. However, the universe continues to provide even during the most boring weeks. Here's what I've got…
1. The Kap girls and I took a ride out to Boston this weekend to pick up the oldest Kap kid and off to Costco we went. Our mission, to stock the youngest Kap kid up on items she’ll need for her move into the dorm. During our ride there, Sam took the opportunity to prepare us for the trip and address some important points that would ensure a happy and successful shopping experience had by all. They were as follows…
a. It’s gonna be crowded.
b. Keep in mind at all times that people are rude and have no respect.
c. Be prepared for customers to cut you right off, walk through you, over you and into you; keep your eyes open and keep it moving.
d. You may be challenged to a stare off by other customers…do not make eye contact, and do not engage.
e. And the most important take away from our Costco trip…be prepared to leave there pissed.
Clearly he forgets I used to work at Spag's...
It's been reported that Costco employees are sick of rude customers too...read more here if interested in what some employees have to say...
2. We got in and out of Costco unscathed and the oldest Kap kid was more than disappointed informing us that we didn’t get the full Costco experience. Smaller and more tame crowd than usual, no one was run down, hit, or verbally accosted. None of us left pissed off or emotionally scarred. This has guaranteed us another invite back for an additional trip that he promises will result in one of us leaving there crying.
3. Cushioning the blow of disappointment, we stopped off at Starbucks located not too far from Sam's house. That stop did not disappoint because it was as if this fine establishment was prepared for my arrival, even placing signage to ensure my safe and successful parking experience in their lot. Exhibit 1. Thank you Starbucks, It’s like you really know me and care. ❤️
4. We leave Starbucks fabulous large cold brews with caramel cold foam in hand and began our short journey back to the jeep to my VIP parking. The middle Kap kid was walking a bit ahead of us when we viewed her jumping around and yelling profanities. Initially I thought, yup, she’s my kid, just a regular day, until you guessed it…we saw a nasty ass Boston hood rat go running under the jeep. Did it hitch a ride from the Woo or was it already living in the lot at Starbucks? We may never know.
5. Coffee in hand, car packed to the brim with our Costco haul and off we went back into Boston traffic heading to Sam’s house. It’s important to note that from the moment we arrived at Sam’s prior to our trip to Costco, Starbucks, parking at my VIP spot and meeting an authentic Boston Hood Rat, the jeep keys had been handed to my eldest child who took over the driving responsibilities. Not because I was tired and didn’t want to drive, all three of my children do not approve of my pristine and occasional hostile and erratic driving practices. They don’t like to drive with me behind the wheel on a good day, never mind in Boston. Wimps.
6. The Kap girls however, did not have a choice but to drive back down the Mass Pike to return home, and yes, despite their complaints, we all made it home in one piece. To our humble abode we arrived to be met by the Big Dog at the back door looking guilty as ever. Of course he looked guilty. While we were gone, he treated my laundry basket like his personal all you can eat buffet and then laid around the rest of the afternoon acting sick, causing me to think about all the fees and itemized costs that would come up on a vet bill if we ended up taking a ride to Tufts to have this dogs stomach pumped.
7. His sick act was short lived, as it soon became apparent that I was played. Funny how a batch of chicken and rice magically made the Big Dog feel better despite him making us think he was dying when we got home. While sifting through the laundry trying to determine how many towels and underwear were missing, I prayed those items would make their way through Gibsons cast iron stomach and be discovered in the yard over the next few days. While I was doing that, Gibson was enjoying a hot well-balanced meal I prepared for him instead of making dinner for the humans in my house. It’s important to note that he ate heartedly and without remorse for all he ingested. Exhibit 2, Gibson mid wink.
8. We weren’t the only ones wandering the Boston streets, let’s not forget Beet. She has been out and about walking every corner of America’s birthplace and sending us proof of her adventures and the occasional drop of a location pin in the event she goes missing. Get ready Beet, we'll pick you up for our next Costco run. Exhibit 2, evidence of Beet’s wanderings…
9. When I’m not preparing home cooked meals for the dog who will eat anything, I am coming up with new and innovative ways to use regular kitchen utensils to fix things around the house or use in place of items the regular handyman would use. Exhibit 3. for instance, Sue Miller’s house. You put an AC in the window and in some cases, the top part of the window slides down. There is no need to let the cold air out, hot air in and with that hot air outside creatures like bugs and bats. To the kitchen utensil drawer I went and found this…a hand held potato masher. For starters, who’s using a handheld masher to mash potato’s when you can use an electric mixer, let’s work smarter not harder…and please note how it fits perfectly and has kept the upper part of the window secure. Top notch innovation right there folks, that’s right…I’m a genius.
Driving through downtown on any day can feel like you're driving through a ghost town. Nothing says that more than when you're sitting at a light and store trash bags start blowing by you resembling tumble weeds you'd see in the wild west. The guy wandering the street shirtless in a cowboy hat only adds to the feel. Welcome to The Woo. I bet you didn't know that this trash bag tumbleweed phenomenon is referred to as "urban tumbleweeds". See that? You learn something new every week here at The Antics.
And last but not least, I hope to get back on our regular weekly schedule. In the meantime people, try to stay out of trouble. In the event that trouble finds you, try to avoid being caught on the kiss cam or jumbotron of the concert or sporting event you may be attending...that never ends well.
Have a great rest of the week!
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