I Could Just Spit

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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...