Call me Scrooge!

Jesh! It's been too long! Well, the holidays were crazy. Nice quiet Christmas. The restaurant was nuts. The nursing home has been packed with home made cookies and carolers. (Gag me.) Quiet a few birthdays celebrated, and a dinner party in there. It's New Years Eve and I'm excited. I have been wishing for Jan. 3rd for a month! It means life goes back to normal . No more gift buying, wrapping, parties, fattening food, nutso relatives, Christmas music, stupid movies on TV. Damn, I guess you can call me Scrooge! Well, need to shower and get ready for work, run 2 errands, go to work, come home and change, and out to party the night away! Be safe everyone!

Quintessential Fact

Well to all of you that were hanging on the edge of your cursor, tattoo boy Cody is gay and wanted a new bar buddy. As to how I could possibly miss such a quintessential fact is beyond me. I blame my lack of mental focus these days, but that still a huge slip up on my part as well. Sad day. Today is one of my best friends birthdays, he is in South Carolina acting as a slave to the US Government and working on big giant loud scary fighter jets all day. Sounds like not a half bad birthday, not sure why he is bitching so much. We are having a huge *Holiday Dinner* at my house on Sunday afternoon. Like seriously 20 people. It's about to get intense. I honestly should be baking cookies for my family get-together tomorrow night, yet here I am blogging my little heart out. I have to go pick up Lisa from work in like 10 min anyway. So I can't stop thinking about Mike. I wish I didn't like him so much. At this point I don't care if he is "trying it again" with he estranged wife, I'm not giving up. It's the holidays, and no one likes to be alone. I give it a month. I wish you could hear the way he talks to me, still, even after the wife bullshit. I really just want to spend some time with him. I have never felt this way. I don't even need anything more, I just want to be around him. It's sick. I hate it. Fucking men. Ok. Need to grab a cup of coffee and then on my way out the door and back to the grind. Oy. Later gators.

Yeah, Not So Much.

Note: In the interest of time and my sanity the following post is going to be organized a la bullet point. Sorry for the lack of formal literary concepts.

• It's Monday. My only day off in two weeks and I have worked 6 hours at one job and 7 hours at another today. LOVELY.
• My birthday was yesterday. Whoo. Yeah, not so much.
• Saturday night my mother ruined my birthday dinner at the nicest restaurant in town because she is a crazy bitch. First she keeps insisting that I switch seats with her because a waiter almost bumped into my chair. Like, she won't fucking let it go. So when I finally convince her to let it go, our food comes. My sister is allergic to all kinds of things (See previous post Sister, Sister) her Veal Scaloipini comes served over pasta. She is allergic to wheat and gluten. So I offer to trade her my Salmon so she can eat a full meal. My mother throws a fucking fit that I wanted salmon and I should get to eat what I ordered on my birthday. Mean while my sister and I are completely fine with our switching arrangement. Mom went off. Crazy bitch. We switched anyway and she grumbled for the next 15 min. Nut job.
• Had to work in Lima today to train in our new store. There is this guy, Cody, that I met the last time I was there. Today he asks for my phone number and asks if he can take me out Saturday night. (I'm busy. Bummed.) So he proceeds to tell me that the last time I worked there he wanted to ask me for my number but I left too quick and he thought about calling the Findlay store for it, but thought that was too obvious. (The last time I worked there was 3 weeks ago. That's saying something.) He is cute. Kinda quiet and shy. Has 7 tattoos, plugs, into Metal and Hard Rock. Used to work in a nursing home as an STNA (aka: has to be patient and well mannered.) and he is the baker in the Lima store, exactly what I do at the parent store in Findlay. This could be interesting. Now lets see if he calls......
• It's hotter than hell in the nursing home today. Jesus tits. It's like 105 I swear. Annnnd I have a sweater on. Gay.
• I've had like 4 mini crisis at work today. Everyone seems to think their problem is top priority. Like I don't have 3 others.
• One of my best friends is freaking out and having a rough few days. No good!
• Ever had a dream and wake up and you can't remember anything but one specific detail? All day long you almost have it but you can't come up with anything other than that one insignificant without the rest, detail? Helicopter. It's all I got. Wtf. Looked it up in a dream dictionary, says : To see a helicopter in your dream, represents your ambition and achievements. You are in full pursuit of your goals. To dream that you are in a helicopter, indicates that you are living beyond your means. You need to slow down and don't try to please everyone. Alternatively, you may be experiencing a higher level of consciousness, new-found freedom and greater awareness. Interesting.
• My sister is not handling the holidays well. The stress is getting to her and she is becoming increasingly more like our mother. Fucking scary.

Well that is all for today fellow Bloggers. Merry December 8th to all, and to all a good night!

Dr. Man is No More

Well this is just crap-tastic. I'm done. Fun is over. It's staying the way it is. And here is the kicker, it's not even because of my age, it's because of his estranged wife. Go figure! Well I guess it was fun while it lasted. And we talked for 35 min after we "talked" and it was all normal, so I guess as long as I don't loose him as a friend I'm okay with it. I really do like him. I don't like very many people so I guess as long as he sticks around it's all good. *Sigh* Game over.

Angst

I've had a rough couple of days. I feel very blah. Not much to say. Sucks. I have 2 hours left at the office and nothing to do. Gay. Ok. I guess that's it. If anyone has any angst inspiring topics for me shoot em my way. Thanks.

Gobble Gobble Mother Fucker!

Well I spent Thanksgiving in the kitchen. Drank my weight in German Riesling and tried to tune out 17 of my nearest and dearest relatives. Went to the beach for a day (it was 48 degrees and raining.) Braved Black Friday Shopping. Spent 12 hours driving home in the pouring rain. Did my best not to kill my sister. Crashed and burned. I got up today and wrapped Christmas presents and started to put shit away. Did 3 loads of laundry. Still have a sink full of dirty dishes. I have to work 65 hours between Tuesday and Saturday. Sunday is my birthday. I haven't seen Mike, (Dr. Man) since last Sunday when he stopped by my house. Wtf! I seriously hope he comes into work tomorrow night. I'm going nuts! It's funny how excited I get at the prospect of seeing him. I have built so many walls up to keep people out. He seems to just walk right past them. I don't get it. I have a feeling I'm going to have to be a little more aggressive. He has been "thinking" for over a week now. Hmmm. This could be fun... Any ideas?