Please help. I am being held hostage in an abandoned-looking gas station with a big chicken pasted on the front window. They are forcing me to handle lots and lots of other people's money while only paying me $6.55 an hour (thanks KY minimum wage laws). I'm also being forced to deep fry bologna sandwiches and hand out greasy chicken breasts. Some of you may giggle and say "Well, at least the chicken has breasts." but this, my friends, is no laughing matter. Please rescue me from this smoke-free hell that I'm living in.
First thing's first. Thank you all so much for the wonderful comments on my ' Motherhood (in any form) Deserves a Celebration ' post. Your words warm my heart and help me to see the good that is left in our world. Thank you. Thank you.
We couldn't survive on Pup's meager rations, so being the get 'er done type of gal I am, I went out and got a job. At a gas station. Making minimum wage. Anything helps. Anything helps. Or at least that's what I tell myself when I slip my shoes off of my aching feet in the evenings and limp through the house.
I was pretty excited at the fact that by starting work I would lose out on a lot of family time. You know, the time of the day when I'm screaming at the four year old to stop putting things into the toilet that don't belong there. This way, it wouldn't be like I just up and walked out on them. It would be more like, "Well, sorry honey, mommy has to work." It didn't work out that way, of course, because the past few weeks I've gotten off work just as everyone else has gotten out of school and off of work. Dern my luck.
In all honesty I loved the hours I was working. 6 in the morning is a little early to it the interstate, but I liked getting out around 3 in the afternoon and having the rest of the day to myself and my family. Of course this couldn't last, and those were only my training hours. Starting Monday I'm working 3 in the afternoon to midnight. That means I won't get to see anyone - ever. Except for you all. I've always did most of my blogging while the little one is at school, and I now will have those hours free again, but will leave for work before my family gets home and will get home when they are in bed. It's a good thing my shifts are like 9 hours and I get multiple days off through the week though. Also I move up to a whopping $7.25/hr after my training. I know it's not much, but it is much needed.
I gave Pup (the man) a free pass last night to go out and do whatever he wanted.
((Really, how many women do this?!!!? NOT MANY. He's pretty damn lucky.))
His brother got him a ticket to see Motley Crue. OMG. I was laughing my arse off, because I'm barely old enough to know who they are let alone what they sing/scream. We had a cook out before they left where Frenchie (that's really what they call Pup's brother) and his newly pregnant girlfriend (Yes, I'm going to be a kinda-aunt) whipped up some amazing burgers. I also prepped one of the guys, Mike, for the show by doing his eyeliner. Then the kid and I headed home for bed. He went to bed, and I popped my Xanax and attempted to read - which didn't work out. I actually woke up this morning with my book in my hand and bright read drool on my shirt where I fell asleep with a peppermint in my mouth.
Honestly, I would say I had more fun at home than they did at the concert. I must admit that I was kind of jealous when I remembered that Tommy Lee would be there. There's just something sexy about him and his Hepatitis C. And if I find out that Godsmack was there I really will cry. Hard.
I've heard a little bit about what went on, but when Pup gets home I will relay the concert happenings for you all. It's now the next day and he's still on his pass. He
shouldbetter be home soon. In his drunk rambling last night really all I understood was "beautiful mexican girls, beer, bathroom, passed out, eeerbrrmeeek. . " you know how it is.
Thank God my giveaway is over. I worried about it really more than it was worth, and don't plan on doing another anytime soon. That is, unless a BMW company e-mails me wanting to give one to me and one of my readers. I won't let you girls down that way. I'm happy to say that Mrs. Messiness over at This Blessed Messtook home the trophy. Or should I say the Greeting Card Kit. I promise to mail it out Monday-Wednesdayish.
I've been a bad blog friend. I'm coming around and leaving some comment love as soon as I post this. I swear.
P.S. Someone on twitter e-mailed me and asked me to post about the wonderful things that Ciara and the company Staples are doing for the Do Something Drive. It's inspiring, really. Instead of me rewriting what's already written how abouts I just link you to it over at Boston.Com. Rock on, Ciara!