For the most part this place is an endless source of amusement. This week? Not so much.

Talking is highly overrated and for some reason I have had more then my share of people talking at me. I've reached my bullshit level. But, all is not lost! I have a plan.

When I leave here, I will go and pick my husband up and have a beer.

When I go home I will cook supper, give custody of Dylan to Dj and Bradley and steal custody of Gauge. I'm going to give them a curfew that is too late and kick them out of my house.

At which point I will kick back with my husband and grandson and just enjoy life for a couple of hours.

I knew yesterday evening that today was going to be a shitty day. I just didn't realize how shitty it was going to be.

Today marks the 7 year anniversary of my mom's passing. How am I feeling about that? Well, it hasn't been on my mind near as much as it used to be.

I have decided that today will be all about the little bright spots and nothing else.

Spot 1. I got to spend an hour and a half with my grandson. He now smiles a lot when you talk to him.

Spot 2. Jeff's boss sent me this to say thank you for helping them out.

Today's post was going to be about my weekend. I've had a really off the wall day so I decided it needed posted instead.

This is a run down of the customers I have had today:

1. An old man that seriously smelled mildewed. Not sure what was up with that.
2. A regular customer (male) came in to upgrade his phone. He is normally dirty and grungy. Today he smelled like he splashed on a whole bottle of Old Spice. He asked me out. Ummm no.
3. There is another lady that comes in regularly and she always tells me she is here just to gossip. Or she will want to see the latest greatest phone. She is a single woman and always has been and has no kids. I've always been told that she is really tight with her money. I groaned when she walked in but I was crying when she walked out. She sat here for about ten minutes then asked about our new baby. I showed her a picture of Gauge and told her that our little girl ended up being a little boy. She started crying and opened up her purse. She said "I hope you don't think this is weird but for the past couple weeks I have felt compelled to give this to you. I have to do it or I know something bad will happen." She handed me $20 and asked me to make sure it went to the baby.
4. There has been a customer in here three or four times in the past two weeks. She kind of gets on my nerves but she makes me money so I deal with her. I was on the phone when she came in so she just started walking around the store. As she walked her damn crack pipe fell out of her pocket! I just kind of turned my head while she put it back in her pocket.

I think I have hit my weird tolerance for the day.

Now I am off to find something to eat again. For the past couple days I can't seem to get full. Wish me luck!

Sometimes my job is much like the job of a bartender. Because I am the only one that works in my store, I can establish some kind of relationship with my regular customers.

I have two older men that faithfully come in and pay their bill during this week every month. They both sit and chat with me for a few minutes and then leave.

A couple days ago the first man of the month came in and we did our usual chatter about his sisters and the goings on of his day to day life. He left for about an hour and came back and gave me a wind chime he had made.

The second man of the month just came in. He sat down here and we went over his bill then he paid it. While I was processing his credit card he started telling me that he had to move. He some how got roped into a feud between his sister and his nephew.

His nephew’s wife passed away about three years ago. Well, he now has a girlfriend and his mother isn’t happy about it. His words were “She can be a bit bossy at times.”

I said “Well, if his wife has been gone three years I would think its ok for him to start dating again without his mom being mad.”

He turned around and looked at me and said “Hell, I would think so! He’s almost FIFTY!!”

On Friday I was asked by Jeff and his boss if I was going to be busy on Saturday. They are building a fence and needed some help. Now, my help was enlisted by asking me if I could run a spray can. Thinking this sounded easy, I said sure.


Well, I was wrong. I got to where they were about 10:30 am. The first thing they had me and the boss' wife doing was cutting pipe. These damn pipes were heavy but manageable. After the pipes were all cut we ate lunch. Then the real shit began!


We were handed a bunch of orange spray paint and a nine foot piece of pvc pipe that had a rope tied to the end of it. We were instructed to walk from corner post to corner post and mark every nine feet. Sounds easy enough, don't it? Well, try doing it for a mile long fence through the woods and rough pasture land. I found out I am really, really out of shape after all day of doing that.


Finally the guys told us we were done for the day. We decided we were going to Hobby Lobby. There was a cross stitch pattern there that I fell in love with but refused to pay $40 for it. I thought it was on sale but it wasn't. Boss's wife talked me into buying it anyway because 1. I got suckered into working hard. 2. It was my anniversary weekend. 3. I just hit a personal goal at work. Isn't it gorgeous?

Jeff and I decided since our anniversary celebration got put on hold last Tuesday we were going to do it on Sunday. I woke up Sunday morning to coffee and presents. (Anyone got any good hints to keep me from killing a geranium?)

Jeff and the boss went grocery shopping before I woke up and Jeff fixed not only lunch but dinner too. We spent the day just laying around watching tv.

Even with the work I had to do on Saturday instead of being lazy, it turned out to be one of the best weekends I've had in awhile.

Wednesday before I left work my husband called me and asked me to stop by the store and get some peroxide and some antibiotic cream. His exact words to me: "I'll explain why when you get here."

At first I didn't question anything. I figured there was some animal in need and he was about to do some doctoring. Then it hit me. I called him back to ask him what he had done to himself this time. Apparently he was in the bucket of the tractor trying to cut down a high limb on a tree. I'm not sure how it happened but the chainsaw got his knee.

When I got there and looked the cut wasn't really too bad. It was jagged enough that stitches couldn't be done so we cleaned it up and put some butterflies on it and it's doing just fine.

Yesterday I was on my way home and I called Jeff to see where he was. He told me this: "I might as well tell you now because you'll find out soon enough, I did it again." I started going off about wearing his chaps that are made to prevent this kind of thing. His boss got the phone and started trying to calm me down. Apparently the chaps wouldn't have prevented this cut.

If you have lost count, this is TWO chainsaw cuts in TWO days!

I went to the store again to stock up on bandages and butterflies. They said this one was worse then the first one. This time he was out of the way and the branch he was cutting had a bow in it and when it snapped it flew back and hit the saw and knocked the saw into his leg.

This one looks pretty gnarly! If you want to see it here is a blurry picture of it. The picture actually makes it look good.

His boss assured me that today Jeff would NOT be allowed around any sharp objects!