June 11, 2014

I had a "Moment"

I don't know if I should be proud or concerned but the other day my daughter came into our kitchen with her jeans around her thighs and started jumping.  I asked what she was doing and she said "Mom isn't this what you do to try and get your jeans on?"  I'm still trying to decide if that might be a hint to lose some weight or be proud that she is finally getting what it means to be a girl.

I had already had a rough day.  It was one of those days that the kids suck and you are tired and you didn't sleep much and you still have a lot more things to do.  My son decided to throw a temper tantrum over something dumb so I spanked him.  In return he then pulled down my pants in front of my daughter and husband (and yes I was commando) and create a big hysterical moment so he gets out of being in trouble.  FYI: I prefer no under wear to thongs or sexy underwear because I just don't have the patience for things riding up my butt.  I personally think it is hot when a woman is wearing nothing (obviously not in a skirt or dress) rather than a string riding up her butt crack that probably smells like poop.  So I poured my self a large glass of wine and said "F" it.

I recently began working again bartending/serving a few nights a week at a fine dining restaurant downtown.  I acquired the job by just being at the right place at the right time.  My mom does work there as well but I stopped in to see her one night to have a drink and the next thing I know the bartender is flipping out and throwing chairs.  So, I was hired.  The boss promised me that things like that don't happen there.  Ok, whatever I got this.  Well last weekend I had a colored kid come in while I was behind the bar and he had a cat on his shoulder.  I asked if he needed some help.  He came behind the bar and threw the cat at me.  I am very thankful that I dodged in time and didn't get claws to the face.  I asked him to leave and he asked me for a drink.  I told him he had a drink in his pocket (which he did) so he opened the drink and spit it all over the bar and floor.  By this time my mother had appeared and she went in the back to get the cooks (all guys and some rather large) to escort the gentleman out.  My boss heard of the story and wanted to ask if I was ok and said again "stuff like that doesn't happen here".  I told her I think she is a big fat liar.

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