It's all about me dammit!

I have taken another week off of work to re-group. My mom went in on Tuesday to get her back surgery. She will be in the hospital for about a month. I really was at the point of having a nervous breakdown. I can envision myself in fuzzy slippers doing the Thorazine shuffle without a care in the world. Sadly I am too responsible to go that route. So I am getting ready to pack so we can be in our house by July 1. I go back to work on Wednesday. I would like to think that I am not alone in having these thoughts. A woman can only take so much stress. I am getting ready to belt out Helen Reddy's I Am Woman, Hear Me Roar...Fuck it, I just want to roar. Thanks to all the bloggers out there who keep me smiling and give me a much needed chuckle. I am currently on a Mountain Dew binge. So many damn flavors...trying to cut down on my coffee intake, not succeeding. I love you all, and this Dew's for you!

I've been a baaaddddd blogger

Yup, it is true. I apologize. Work and the real world has taken over for about a week. I got transfered to another store that is safer, my mother is gearing up for back surgery and I simply have run out of steam. No more. Blogging is something that I enjoy and it's my time alone to think and reflect. I like to think that it is my mind's equivalent of a nice workout session. So here is what is been going on this week. My owner transfered me to his other store. You have been to one Denny's, you have been to them all. I like the new store. It is smaller (less running) and clean and in a better neighborhood. Yes, I am zipcode snob. (Not really) I just don't want to get attacked while I am at work. My mother is getting ready to get her L3,4, and 5 fused. I think those are the right numbers. Anyhow, it is her second back surgery. She is scheduled to next Tuesday. We have been doing all this pre-op stuff. Not fun. My mom is popping Percosets like candy, with an occassional oxy for good measure. She now requires baby-sitting as she is dropping cigarettes, and falling asleep mid-sentence. The only thing that is coming out of her mouth is "Oh, the pain"....I empathize, but since I am the one jogging up and down a flight of steps, my sympathy is running out. I am dreading when she comes home from surgery. She wants a damn bell to ring, or an intercom. NOOOO...So that is where I am at today, my only day off. I am now making a point to take care of me. I need my hour or so in the morning to read, write, and listen to my music mix. It is a ritual. In my younger years I have had much worse rituals to start my day. It is coming up on one year, June 1st since my husband passed away. I like to think his hand is still there on the small of my back, helping me navigate this crazy thing called my life. Be well..Peace!

I adore this man..his words live on forever!

101 George Carlin Quotes

I don’t have pet peeves — I have major psychotic fucking hatreds!
Think of how stupid the average person is, and realize half of them are stupider than that.
Swimming is not a sport. Swimming is a way to keep from drowning. That’s just common sense!
A house is just a place to keep your stuff while you go out and get more stuff.
Have you ever noticed that their stuff is shit and your shit is stuff?
I wanna live. I don’t wanna die. That’s the whole meaning of life: Not dying! I figured that shit out by myself in the third grade.
I used to be Irish Catholic. Now I’m an American — you know, you grow.
You can’t fight City Hall, but you can goddamn sure blow it up.
If the Cincinnati Reds were really the first major league baseball team, who did they play?
Honesty may be the best policy, but it’s important to remember that apparently, by elimination, dishonesty is the second-best policy.
If it’s true that our species is alone in the universe, then I’d have to say that the universe aimed rather low and settled for very little.
No one knows what’s next, but everybody does it.
There are 400,000 words in the English language, and there are seven you can’t say on television. What a ratio that is! 399,993 to 7. They must really be baaaad. They must be OUTRAGEOUS to be separated from a group that large. “All of you words over here, you seven….baaaad words.” That’s what they told us, right? …You know the seven, don’t ya? That you can’t say on TV? Shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cocksucker, motherfucker and tits.
The very existence of flamethrowers proves that sometime, somewhere, someone said to themselves, “You know, I want to set those people over there on fire, but I’m just not close enough to get the job done.”
The reason I talk to myself is because I’m the only one whose answers I accept.
Just when I discovered the meaning of life, they changed it.
Religion has convinced people that there’s an invisible man…living in the sky, who watches everything you do every minute of every day. And the invisible man has a list of ten specific things he doesn’t want you to do. And if you do any of these things, he will send you to a special place, of burning and fire and smoke and torture and anguish for you to live forever, and suffer and burn and scream until the end of time. But he loves you. He loves you and he needs money.
Weather forecast for tonight: Dark. Continued dark overnight, with widely scattered light by morning.
If it requires a uniform, it’s a worthless endeavor.
If you live long enough, sooner or later everybody you know has cancer.
You know the good part about all those executions in Texas? Fewer Texans.
Soft rock music isn’t rock, and it ain’t music. It’s just soft.
Reminds me of something my third-grade teacher said to us. She said, “You show me a tropical fruit and I’ll show you a cocksucker from Guatemala.”
As soon as someone is identified as an unsung hero, he no longer is.
If a movie is described as a romantic comedy, you can usually find me next door playing pinball.
The IQ and the life expectancy of the average American recently passed each other in opposite directions.
I knew a transsexual guy whose only ambition is to eat, drink, and be Mary.
I put a dollar in a change machine. Nothing changed.
If you’ve got a cat and a leg, you’ve got a happy cat. If you’ve got a cat and two legs, you’ve got a party.
You can prick your finger — just don’t finger your prick.
By and large, language is a tool for concealing the truth.
Ever notice that anyone going slower than you is an idiot, but anyone going faster is a maniac?
Isn’t it a bit unnerving that doctors call what they do “practice”?
I don’t like to think of laws as rules you have to follow, but more as suggestions.
I think it’s the duty of the comedian to find out where the line is drawn and cross it deliberately.
When you’re born you get a ticket to the freak show. When you’re born in America, you get a front-row seat.
Eventually, alas, I realized the main purpose of buying cocaine is to run out of it.
I never fucked a ten, but one night, I fucked five twos.
I never joined the Boy Scouts. I don’t trust any organization that has a handbook.
I would never want to be a member of a group whose symbol was a man nailed to two pieces of wood.
Have you noticed that most of the women who are against abortion are women you wouldn’t want to fuck in the first place? There’s such balance in nature.
So I say, “Live and let live.” That’s my motto. “Live and let live.” Anyone who can’t go along with that, take him outside and shoot the motherfucker. It’s a simple philosophy, but it’s always worked in our family.
Catholic — which I was until I reached the age of reason.
Here’s a bumper sticker I’d like to see: “We are the proud parents of a child who’s self-esteem is sufficient that he doesn’t need us promoting his minor scholastic achievements on the back of our car.”
I love and treasure individuals as I meet them; I loathe and despise the groups they identify with and belong to.
Beethoven was so hard of hearing, he thought he was a painter.
Don Ho can sign autographs 3.4 times faster than Efrem Zimbalist Jr.
God bless the homicidal maniacs. They make life worthwhile.
I’ve never seen a homeless guy with a bottle of Gatorade.
One great thing about getting old is that you can get out of all sorts of social obligations just by saying you’re too tired.
If Helen Keller had psychic ability, would you say she had a fourth sense?
What year did Jesus think it was?
George Washington’s brother, Lawrence, was the Uncle of Our Country.
Have you ever wondered why Republicans are so interested in encouraging people to volunteer in their communities? It’s because volunteers work for no pay. Republicans have been trying to get people to work for no pay for a long time.
In America, anyone can become president. That’s the problem.
Once you leave the womb, conservatives don’t care about you until you reach military age. Then you’re just what they’re looking for. Conservatives want live babies so they can raise them to be dead soldiers.
“One thing leads to another”? Not always. Sometimes one thing leads to the same thing. Ask an addict.
No one who has had “Taps” played for them has ever been able to hear it.
Property is theft. Nobody “owns” anything. When you die, it all stays here.
The best thing about living at the water’s edge: You only have assholes on three sides of you, and if they come this way you can hear them splash.
The future will soon be a thing of the past.
The planet is fine. The people are fucked.
The real reason that we can’t have the Ten Commandments in a courthouse: You cannot post “Thou shalt not steal,” “Thou shalt not commit adultery,” and “Thou shalt not lie” in a building full of lawyers, judges, and politicians. It creates a hostile work environment.
Boxing is a more sophisticated form of hockey.
The only good thing ever to come out of religion was the music.
I think everyone should treat one another in a Christian manner. I will not, however, be responsible for the consequences.
Bowling is not a sport because you have to rent the shoes.
“When Will Jesus Bring the Pork Chops?” This title offends all three major religions, and even vegetarians!
Thou shalt keep thy religion to thyself.
And now, in the interest of equal time, here is a message from the National Institute of Pancakes: It reads, and I quote, “Fuck waffles.”
Atheism is a non-prophet organization.
Whoever coined the term “Buyer Beware” was probably bleeding from the asshole.
Cloud nine gets all the publicity, but cloud eight actually is cheaper, less crowded, and has a better view.
Have you ever noticed that the lawyer always smiles more than the client?
I’m always relieved when someone is delivering a eulogy and I realize I’m listening to it.
Just think, right now as you read this, some guy somewhere is gettin’ ready to hang himself.
The reason they call it the American Dream is because you have to be asleep to believe it.
If all our national holidays were observed on Wednesdays, we could wind up with nine-day weekends.
“Meow” means “woof” in cat.
Most people with low self-esteem have earned it.
Most people work just hard enough not to get fired and get paid just enough money not to quit.
“No comment” is a comment.
If a man smiles all the time, he’s probably selling something that doesn’t work.
You can’t argue with a good blowjob.
Most of the time people feel okay. Probably it’s because at the moment they’re not actually dying.
So far, this is the oldest I’ve been.
Instead of warning pregnant women not to drink, I think female alcoholics ought to be told not to fuck.
Do you think Sammy Davis ate Junior Mints?
When you think about it, attention-deficit order makes a lot of sense. In this country there isn’t a lot worth paying attention to.
The Golden Gate Bridge should have a long bungee cord for people who aren’t quite ready to commit suicide but want to get in a little practice.
I think I am, therefore, I am. I think.
If the cops didn’t see it, I didn’t do it!
Hooray for most things!
Capitalism tries for a delicate balance: It attempts to work things out so that everyone gets just enough stuff to keep them from getting violent and trying to take other people’s stuff.
I don’t have a fear of heights. I do, however, have a fear of falling from heights.
What was the best thing before sliced bread?
May the forces of evil become confused on the way to your house.
Life is a zero sum game.
Somehow I enjoy watching people suffer.
I have as much authority as the Pope. I just don’t have as many people who believe it.
It isn’t fair: the caterpillar does all the work, and the butterfly gets all the glory.

Back to work today

Surprisingly I still have my job. I am working dayshift today. Than I am meeting with the owner tomorrow to find a new shift. I simply cannot work the graveyard shift. The clientèle has changed since the ten years ago I worked it. So here is to a new day at work and peace. No swinging at the waitress puhleeze!!!!

An unhappy ending

I went into work on the graveyard shift on Mother's Day. The clientle has been getting worse. We had no cook, only a sick manager doing the best he could. Long story short 2 aferican american girls and one boy came in and was nothing but trouble. Told me to go fetch their drinks, cursed every foul word you could think of and before I knew it, two of them had me against the wall punching me. In twenty years of waitressing I have never had a physical confrontation with a customer. I talked to the off duty cop and we were just having that conversation you have as you age. He said it is a new dawn, a rather sad one at that. The people I have been waiting on at that time of night are not the same ilk that I waited on ten years ago. It made me sad to think that violence would erupt over pancakes. I am a human being working to put a roof over me and my boy's head. I am taking Paxil which is supposed to make me happy, according to the tv and the doctor, lol. I am now just taking my life one day at a time. My son was great on Mother's Day and all was well. The times they are a changin' and so am I.

Snoop from The Wire

One of the best, most realistic shows that HBO ever produced. The girl in the photo is Felecia Pearson. She was born and raised in Baltimore. She was born a crack baby. She went to prison when she was 15. She overcame all the adversity and got the gig on The Wire. She has a book out called Grace After Midnight which is her story. Anyhow, she stopped in my work the other night to get a carry-out and I hadn't seen her since she was 15. So she took some pictures with me. She found her way out and is now not surviving, but thriving. Here's a toast to ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN IF YOU WANT IT! Peace and Happy Mother's Day.

YAY

WE GOT OUR HOUSE BACK!!!!!! Living on faith. We just got approved for the make home affordable plan. When we moved to Georgia, we moved partly because my mom had an ARM loan. So we headed down to the lake and rented the house out. When Kenny died we came back and are renting from current slumlord. The mortgage was 1,091 a month. Well, drum roll, starting June 1, it will be $700 a month. I have been in tears, tears of joy. I have a wonderful tenant so we won't be moving in until July 1, but all the paperwork was worth it. My perverted landlord can kiss my sweet ass good-bye. My spirits lifted so much. There is a light at the end of the tunnel. The roller coaster of life continues. What a ride!