Moving

We are moving on Monday. Out of the slum house and back into the family house. I can't wait. Central air, wall to wall carpet...my house.. Thank God. The tenants moved out earlier than expected and that was just perfect timing. I believe that is called a backhanded blessing.

hot so hot

I never knew how much a person could sweat until now. This heat is something else. I know, you heard me whine about the winters cold and snow. I like spring and fall. Period. i feel wilted. My face is too shiny. No amount of cosmetics can help. Actually make-up looks worse when it is running down your face in pretty little streaks. Yuck. I always see these genteel southern ladies with all their hair in place, make-up perfect etc. How do they do it? I am mystified. I always heard that men sweat and ladies perspire. Well sad to say, I SWEAT. Like a pig. I have been bringing deodorant to work in my purse. It's bad friends. We have had some summer showers. They do bring a breeze or two, but that's it. So keep a cool thought in your heart for me so I don't melt. I don't want to turn into a big puddle! Peace.

Back in the family house Sept 1...

That's right. Outta the slum.. I feel the The Jeffersons. Movin' on up...I called the tenants and we have managed to work it out rather civilly. My mortgage is $714 a month for a whole house. You can't get an apartment that cheap. No more slum lord. The housing authorities have been calling us as he has prior complaints from previous tenants. They said that once they come in here they will have to shut him down. This is a single family dwelling and not zoned to be a boarding house. He is currently renting to 5 people. So now I have something to look forward to. I have a fenced in yard so the first thing I am doing is getting my puppy. I think Kenny would be proud. Two months ago I was in a murky dark depression. I had tried to commit suicide. I failed. God has a purpose for me. Not really sure what it is yet, but I do believe that I will find out..Peace

It feels good!

Yesterday was wonderful. My ex neighbor/friend invited me over to go swimming and eat pizza yesterday. She calls me her auntie. Her name is Natalie and she is 25. She has awesome parents who love her dearly. They have been through the insanity with her. She wound up getting her certificate as a medical assistant, got rid of the crazy boyfriend and now hangs closely with her family. I am so proud of her. We had so much fun. Her dad built everything by hand in their back yard. The deck, steps, everything. It's beautiful. I finally was able to relax. Sunshine and a good girlfriend can do wonders for a person. We found a place that sells decent large pizzas for $9. It doesn't take much to make this woman happy. I wonder if the neighbors will laugh at me if I go out and buy a kiddie pool? Not that I would care. As long as my ass can fit in it, and it keeps me cool I don't give a flying fig. I am off from work today. Count your blessings everyday people. May you not fry in this horrid heat....Peace!

Amazing

Have you ever tried to help a stupid person? Pointless. There is a guy I know. Wants to get into treatment, so he says. I am the queen of getting it done. I found a list of programs, facilities etc. What does the asshole do? Calls me this morning to borrow $50. He has done one too many drugs. He hasn't called any of the places. Not my problem anymore. Of course when I said no I got the click of the phone on his end. How is someone going to try to make me feel bad for not loaning them MY money? I am barely making it as it is, and you want to borrow my money not for anything positive, but for drugs. Nope, I am not the one. See I have played the game. I know every story, every scam. You will lose if you try to flip it around. I never deny anyone food or the like. There is just too much help available in this city if you want it. Many of the places are free. So another number has been deleted from my phone. Have a great day...

Getting my work face on..

Time to get in the shower at 8pm and put on that happy waitress face. The hardest part is getting there. Once I punch in I am fine and in my mode. Hopefully 6am will roll around quick. I did get off for July 4th. Most people shall be cooking out and spending time with their families. Not too many are going to be eating grand slams. My neighbors have been having a damn ball with the fireworks. To the point of annoying the shit out of me. I like to sleep with my window open. Every ten minutes last night it sounded like people were getting shot. I didn't know whether to get on the floor under the bed or look out the window. My one neighbor actually "guffaws" when he laughs. He also says "Hot Damn" every time one of those noisy things goes boom. I almost thought I was back in Georgia. The people were more civil there though, and they shot real guns just because. I have much more respect for the southern man than I do my ding dong neighbor yelling fucking "Hot Damn".. I happen to know that he is a closet racist. I have decided that tomorrow I shall blast some annoying rap and hip hop out of my window. I might, God forbid, invite some friends over who aren't, gulp, white. Hot Damn!!!!!! Have a great holiday.....

Strange Days..

Some days are more strange than others. Just like people. I must have a weirdo magnet. I can't even walk to get a pack of cigarettes without attracting at least one. They usually need a cigarette, or want to use my phone or God forbid, they want to talk. I have no rap these days. I save it for when I am on the clock. If you want me to be overly friendly and nice, come to Denny's. Once I punch out, it's pretty much all gone. I did wait on an a rather colorful drunk the other night. He was there with a lady friend. He had a 40oz in a paper bag. They ordered two prime rib skillets and two waters. He asked me for my phone number. I told him I didn't own a phone. He asked me if I wanted some of his beer. I declined. Than he proceeded to tell me his life story. He is a vagabond who likes to travel. He has been to most of our states, and can tell you the name of a good bar in every one. He gave me the phone number for a strange man in Montana. This man owns a rundown resort. He will pick you up at the train station. You get $68 a day in cash and free room and board. You work at the resort. Drunk dude pays bill and leaves me his phone number and a decent tip. Don't know why, but I kinda like him. The free spirit part. He told me he had to get to a meeting. I gave him a hug and told him not to bring his beer to his meeting. I hope he made it..Just a glimpse into a day of my life...Peace!!!