Picking Blackberries…

There’s a gal in Jackson that I affectionately call the traitor. I call her this because she moved from sales into news. If you’ve ever worked in TV you’ll know that there’s an ongoing “which came first, chicken or the egg” battle between sales and news. Both departments feel that the other depends on them.

It’s comical really. And kinda stupid.

But I call her the traitor, lovingly of course.

Because I really think alot of her and I give her a hard time because I do like her.

As I was taking the kids around the station to see it I introduced them to the traitor. She laughed. They didn’t understand. Nor did they remember her real name after I told them and all week Sam would ask about the traitor.

One night she mentioned that she was going to pick blackberries. And for two days, all Sam talked about was going to pick blackberries. This is so unlike Sam that I just let it go, but she didn’t.

This is not my thing.  My idea of picking blackberries is going to the cell phone store… not into the deep woods where there are ticks.  (If there were no chance of ticks, I would go in a heartbeat.)

But Sam just kept on and on about how she wanted to go… even forgoing her pool time, so I knew it was serious.

So I asked the traitor if we could come too. And we did.

I had to get Sam all bundled up because she was going in the deep woods. Long sleeve tee, jeans, etc. I know she’s crazy now. Jackson, Mississippi in July in long attire. But she was so excited. Matthew and I chose to just sit and watch.

It’s not that I don’t like to get dirty or head into the brush, it was more along the lines of I just had no desire to do it and left Sam and the traitor have fun.

And fun they had.

After they got in the woods of course…. lol

Sam and the Traitor had a great time and I enjoyed watching them. This is very out of character for Sam but I was proud of her…

And once she collected, we headed back to the Traitor’s house. Except they walked way ahead of us talking. The Traitor has no children of her own, but I fully believe that she’ll be an awesome mom when the time comes. She just got married last year. Of course, she will tell you that unless she can spit them out already aged to 7 she’s not sure.

She washed them all up, sprinkled a little sugar on them and then said, “let’s eat them, Sam” and Sam wouldn’t. I knew she wouldn’t. She’s so picky. She wouldn’t even try them. She just wanted to pick them and was very honest about that.

We all chuckled.

It was dark and so I snapped one more picture of the two of them…

And then we headed back to the condo…

I’m not going to mention the ticks that I pulled off of her. because the only thing I hate worse than mice, are ticks. I found two. But I guess two little ticks were worth the memories that we have of picking blackberries…

Until next time…