Current mood: calm
So why did John almost get his ass kicked? Well, let's start out that he was hammered, or high, or both. Shit, he was like a kid blowing off Roman Candles.
Well, he went over to his car in the middle of the festivities, blew off a big blaster and sped off. He came back a few minutes later with a friend, let off a huge mother cracker that scattered all over the damn place, burned the foot of my neighbor, and quite a few adults got all riled up and started towards him when he hopped in his car and peeled out of the culdesac in his piece of shit Mazda. Fucker. I didn't even want to claim relation to him.
One of the little kids watching the show started crying because of the blast and didn't stop for 30 frickin' minutes.
So that was the Fourth.
Now, onto Turkey Trama......
Craziness. That's all I have to say. What in the hell was I thinking? I lost one of my employees at the Mac store early in the month, and had signed up to have a booth during the three-day festivity. Needless, to say, between the store and the booth, John and I were working long ass days.
Then to top it all off, I had to deal with the Biggest Turkey Competition and emceeing the show. I bailed on John early Friday night and went and got my hair done up and got makeup on and everything, I looked pretty hot I guess. I will found out exactly what I looked like once the show starts airing on Cable TV. Saturday worked all day in the heat and then tore the booth down after 9 p.m. when the event drew to a close.I was flippin' exhausted and dehydrated.
So now I get to rest...yeah, right. Sunday, more entics at my house ensued. Followed by busy ass days at the Lincoln City store for me Monday and today. Tomorrow I will be at home. Sleeping in if I can. Doing laundry and cleaning up around the house. I have two super helpers tomorrow, so we can hopefully kick some butt around here. We'll see how it all plays out. I schedule Wednesdays at home and always spend more than half the day at the Mac store. Just can't help it. It's like I am drawn there by an electro-magnetic field or something.
So, now I have caught up even though I left out some great details on being caught asleep next to BOB and what Paul had to say about it. Letting Paul into my deep secret of the little orange pill, and plenty of other juicy actually entertaining bits that I just have to keep to myself, because, shit, you nosy bastards don't need to know everything about my fucked up, insane life.
July 18, 2006
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