A Day In The Life Round 2

And, last, but not least, on the way home from walk, had to take a photo of the neighborhood strip club, locally known as "The Double Deuce". Nice for a cheap drink out, but the girls there, well.....

Had to get out of the house! Took a walk around the neighborhood and couldn't resist a photo of the backyard of the folks that overdecorate. It's awesome.

My christmas tree. Please take note of Spiderlady's ornament on top! I got it at Target and it's one of those optic light ones, so the lights change all the time. I love it to death. Now if the kitties would just stop knocking it down.

I have no idea why Stinky Fang McCowcat needs to touch the bucket of Beanie Babies when he sleeps on the couch. But he always does and it's cute.

Even though I haven't done a heck of a lot today, I had to take a nap after being out too late last night. And watch my court shows. This guy looked like a grown up Eddie Munster and just had to share the horror.

Starting to wrap gifties. The stuff on the left is for my tattoo artist and includes "Sin-Proof" incense, tattoo band-aids, and a magnet that says "Naughty boy, up to my room". I used to date him, so it's okay. The little creepy bears on the right are salt and pepper shakers for the guy my momster used to date. They look like honey bears. They're actually cute in real life. Not like corpse bears at all...

Finally finished the door plaques for my neice's xmas gifties. I'm super excited!

This is the clean sink with my spidey hand soap pump with a broken leg and my super amazing killer teapot that my nextdoor neighbor gave to me for my b-day. The pot sits on top of the cup. And it's glittery skullys. To die for!

These are a sink of dirty dishes. Mr. Rocket apparently has broken hands over the weekend.

Here is the Jigglypuff that I bought from Persephone! Of course, planted firmly in front of the Glitter screen. I asked her to make one for my neice. It's 3x the size I thought it would be and is so amazing that I want to keep it for myself!

Day In The Life...

August 3rd





Stinky Fang McCowcat wanting to go outside. He was being a shit head, so I said NO.



On my way to work past the 35W bridge collapse. These are the freaking newsvans that helped congestion on the way. Unforturnately, I did not get a photo of Laura Bush. Or would that be fortunate?





Outside of work. Yes, more construction.



Inside of work. No construction, but lots of chairs to take down.



EllyBear, one of my favorite waitresses!



Mr. Jason, one of my favorite cooks!



My wait apron and wait book. It was busy, so I had to take tables. That made me gas money!



Speaking of gas money, I had to go to the Restaurant Depot today and buy French Fries and French Dressing (does anyone get the "Better Off Dead" joke here?), and a ton of other stuff. Tried to take a photo of the state fairgrounds across the street, but learned that taking pictures and driving = bad idea.





My downstairs neighbor showing off the lil Ductati that he got for his youngest son. The neighbor is on the bike, not the son!

It's been too long!

Well, shortly after my last blog, Twins season struck me hard. Busted my ass staffing and making sure everything was running smoothly. Shortly after THAT, I got called into Mr. Boss's office for a talk. Apparently I was not bringing in enough outside entertainment. So he was bringing in someone else and I was being downsized. AKA working one day a week, still doing the scheduling (NOT a one night a week job), and picking up whatever wait/bar shifts I could scrape up. That was in mid-May. The day after I got the news, I handed in my keys. Forget it. After 3 years, no way.

Anyhoo, after 3 days of pity party on the couch and too much ice cream and vodka cocktails, I started making phone calls. Right away I was called back into my old job in the pizza industry. In September, I will be the GM of if you know me, you know where. Very Harry Potter of me to say that, but it's the internet...

Things are going well. I'm knitting a lot again, working days (whee!), and while I'm running into a lot of customers that I rather disliked, I'm running into more that I had forgotten how much I loved and adored.

The first photo was after Mr. Rocket performed his first official wedding ceremony. We have both been ordained and my first ceremony is coming up in September. Mr. Rocket looks slightly shell-shocked...

The other photo was taken of a baby blanket I knit for a friend of mine that was shown at Art-A-Whirl in Minneapolis, along with some legwarmers and a purse. I was pretty proud!

Lots of other stuff going on. I just have to start blogging again!

And So It Begins

Tomorrow is the big day of the Twins Opener. 3 days of sheer hell. 6 work days in a row. Only this Friday off until the next Friday. *sigh*

Not thinking about it until tomorrow.

Okay - bar weirdness!

Crazy older guy comes in for a Bud. He's roaming around the bar, sees another guy playing the Bowling video game. Stands a bit behind him and starts copying his every move. Like when you put your hands on the game, pause, play with the roller ball and then *bang*. Every move. It was really funny. Later on, the bartender decided that he'd just give the guy glasses of water. Guy goes outside and proceeds to dance in the rain every 5 minutes or so. This customer wasn't hammered, just very strange. Probably in his late 50's.

That's been it for a while (lucky for me, not so lucky for you readers). I'm sure on Tuesday I will have 700 bizarre stories from Monday night. Hopefully I won't be too tired to post.

I Could Just Spit

http://www.startribune.com/467/story/1055748.html

You have got to be kidding. Who would do such a heinous thing to a poor girl? Life has been hard enough for her, and for someone to do this?

I'm at a loss. I want to do something so badly for her, but have no idea as to what. Any ideas or suggestions would be appreciated.

The Hat That Wouldn't Die

I've been working on this for a year now. I hate hate hate hate k2, p2. Seriously. Thank god for the Mason-Dixon book that Arabella sent me, as garter stitch seems to be the way to go.

I am really tearing my hair out over this. Tiny needles make me mad too. I've gotten so spoiled over fat needles and chunky yarn and projects that seems to fly off my fingers.

Gar.

Also Posted On Glitter...

Greetings Sports Fans:
Once again I urge you to:
1. Keep your small children under control. While this is a restaurant, it is still a bar with idiots involved. The pool tables are also not playpens.
2. Keep yourself under control. Oh, for the love of all that is holy. Just because it is Opening Day of Baseball Season does not give you license to be jerkier than you already are.
3. If we cut you off, it's for a hella good reason. Like losing our license.
4. Keep your lovely little ankle biters out of the bar past 9 p.m. Seriously. There is a reason we have this rule. Figure it out.
5. And once and for all - ladies, please, if you are determined to get tipsy and get all flirty and wear tank tops and heels when it is still 45 degrees here, call your boy/girlfriend/lover/cab before 2 a.m. when we close.
6. No freaking smoking in the restrooms. I can't do it, and I manage the dang place.
7. Wash that damn team makeup offa your face. You look like an idiot. And I don't EVEN want to know why you have Mardi Gras beads. Yish.
*sigh*

Oh Lord, Will It Ever End?

Just got a nasty slap upside the forehead last week. Twins Opener is April 2nd. That's only a few weeks away. Feels like Vikings season just ended. A month and a half off isn't nearly enough. Seriously. Okay, two months, but I need 6 to recoup. And I feel awful, because of my love for minor league baseball (yeah, you big hypocrite). But, on the other hand, I don't go out to the nearby bar and act like an asshole before and after the game. So there.

On a good note, the weather is warming up. Should be 50 degrees by Tuesday!

Other notes:

*Dudes that put dollars into jukebox after closing time were in again and did the same thing. And bitched at me again after I turned it off.

*What the hell is up with tagging the windows at my bar? Knock it the fuck off. I don't go into where you work and tag your shit.

*If you're a "suit" and come into my bar and get tipsy and cut off, don't get all fancy pants on me and talk down to me because I make a third of what you do. It's the law, buddy.

*Okay, what is up with the "snitch hat" (ala OZ)? I don't get it. And it makes me think of that Simpsons episode, which cracks me up. So I'm laughing at you. Very, very quietly.

*Hey, creepy guys who stare at my servers asses. STOP IT.

*And for the eighteenth millionth time..........DON'T STAND IN THE FREAKIN SERVER STATION! Esp. when it's not busy. For the love of all that's holy, there are other places to stand at the bar to get served. Did you not see my last post about that?

Whew. I know there's more, but I'm tuckered.

More Snow, Just To Amuse Me...

The DH's van. Buried.

SNOOOOOOOW!

Woot! I've got a pizza in the oven and a little brandy, lemon and hot water a brewin'. Snow day for me! Minneapolis has basically pulled a Denver (sorry Merp and PJ) and shut down. I was supposed to be at work tonight, but called and sounds like since the snow is so hideous, that no one is going anywhere. There isn't enough money in the world to get me out of the house.

So, my workplace called a snownight and I feel like I'm in 6th grade again and am parking my ass in front of the tv with pizza and brandy. Also had an awesome snowball fight with my downstairs 10 year old neighbor. Note to self: Kitties do not like snowbanks. Esp. being thrown into them. Well, they wanted to go outside...