My mother and I have gotten into a very strange ritual on Sunday mornings. I for one will not admit that we bond over it, soley on the grounds of incriminating myself. When I wake up in the morning, I walk into my mothers room to find her watching the Food Network, usually I walk in just when she's putting in her own critique of what the random chef is doing. We'll fix coffee and lay in her bed and watch TV for a few hours. And because it's my mother that has the loaded remote control in her right hand, we end up watching the Food Network for most of that time. There are 3 female chefs that make my blood boil, and they are; Paula Dean, Ina Garten (aka Barefoot Contessa) and Giada De Laurentiis (aka La blah blah blah blah). They have fairly interesting ideas for food, but it's their personalities that bug the crap out of me. So me and my mom spend about 2 hours mocking and joking everything they do!
I know, I know I'm pathetic, but there are few joys in my life, and this is one of them so leave me be!!
I worked a 10 hour shift yesterday and OMG am I sore. It really didn't hit me until like 9 hours into the shift that I was pulling a big load... Of course it's always the day that you're tired and in pain that you get the most interesting customers. Our gas station attracts alot of teenagers and by attracts I mean plays home to teenage loitering bastards! Now I'm pretty laid back when it comes to the rules, but the little fuckers are really asking for it when they are loud and littering and basically making my job harder. Also leave it to the rich snobby kids of West Omaha to deal illicit substances in the front of our parking lot. (That new pimped out Lexus sedan is mighty purdy, but it still doesn't make you invisible numb nuts!)
Whoa I'm grumpy today....lol
For your viewing pleasure!
Here I am working it to Beyonce's Check On It...I am truly a work of art!
And here we have a random shot of a colorful bench in Omaha
Have a happy Monday..cuz I know I won't!