I'm staying

Ermmmm....I think I'm just gonna stay here. I had a long "think about it" and took some precautions, I think, and basically I think I've covered my ass. I had another discussion with the friend who did this and it seems my site was shown but she didn't like, send them a link to it or anything. I'm hoping for the best. Worst case senario would be my son finding out about this but I haven't really exposed him at all so if he did find out he'd just be shocked by some of the stuff he could read...you know...all those Friday Confessions I made before I ran out of the stuff I could share LOL...If he finds out I can always tell him there are nude photos of me here and there. He'll never look then. And if he does find out I trust my son not to tell anyone else in the family.

I have that annoying whooshing sound going on in my ear again and some sinus issues too. Nothing too bad as of yet because I've been using the neti pot but I didn't use it this morning. I liked it at first...but the last few times I've had some difficulty using it and I think that's kind of put me off. I'll put on my big girl panties when I get home and use it though. This whooshing drives me insane. Always in the right ear, which is the side of my sinuses giving me trouble too. Ugh. Don't worry! I won't start complaining every day again! I kinda wish I had it now.....

K was being a pest and I just didn't want to be pecked at. He was bored and couldn't keep his hands to himself, basically. He wasn't trying to "start something", I'd have been willing if he'd have been seductive. He was just being annoying and doing things I don't like to see how long I'd put up with it. It wasn't long before he got his answer and I got up, went to take a shower and then went to bed and he got to entertain himself. I was in bed by 9:30 and asleep almost immediately because I don't remember a thing except putting in my ear plugs.

I woke up after dreaming that I was making nachos for Forbidden Friend and her Mom. I dreamt I was on the phone with her husband and I was telling him to bring salsa if they liked salsa. It was weird because I really barely know her husband and her Mom and I never really liked each other.

Ah well, I've been pecking at this thing for a while but I'm distracted by what I just told you I'm not going to complain about and I'm having trouble forming my thoughts so I'm gonna go.
Holla atcha later!

Still a ponderin'...

Sniff, I don't wanna move my shit! Y'all know me. I hate having to learn new technical stuff and for me, this blogging and templates and set up's and links and blah-blah-blah all falls under technical stuff. I don't care if an 8-year old can whiz through it, I'm old school. My brain isn't a whiz. I don't have a 5-year old cell phone for nothing. I have a 5-year old cell phone because I know how to work it and honestly, I'm still learning the tricks of it! So yeah. I'm not fond of change. Like at all. I JUST learned that if I hold the #1 down while texting it will put a 1 in there quickly and I don't have to click the key 13 times to get to the 1. I JUST learned where "ignore" is and what it does. Seriously.

The risk- someone I trusted told me they showed my blog to someone who has met me. Someone who knows where I work. That someone just wanted to give them a laugh over the nudes that shouldn't have been and probably doesn't see any big deal why I'm upset. The thing is, I barely know this someone they showed it to...but I do know them. They have spoken to my son and well, I just don't want to take ANY chances. You know, "speaking of your Mom, I was reading her blog yesterday and..." (((( don't think it's a huge step that they'd be discussing me because my son is a total Mommas boy and he always brings me up. I feel sorry for his girlfriend LOL...NOT. The lazy wench. See. That's what I mean. Can I go about calling folks wenches when the wench might find out in some way that I called her a wench? Wench. Ha. I haven't called someone a wench since high school. ))))

...and then everyone would know. And then I'd find myself watching what I say. Can't make this joke because uncle is _____. Can't say that or Sister will think I mean her. You know what I'm saying..

But I don't know how big that risk is. I could just go delete everything about my kids (which seems easier) and deny deny deny it's me....I don't know what I want to do yet. I don't want to run around crying WOLF and having y'all wonder either. So this is me keeping you posted.

My blog

Update:  My anonymity has been compromised. 

I may have to move this blog or delete it.  I haven't decided which.  Just in case I do, if you want me to notify you of it's new location please email me at weekendsoff@gmail.com OR leave a comment here.

 

Like I said, I'm undecided.  I may shake it off and hope for the best so this post may be for nothing. 

 

Weeks-

 

 

 

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It's 7:24 am and I need to wake the hell up! I'm sitting here at my desk, eyes all glazed over, wishing for nothing more than my pillow...so tired. So tired. I went to bed exhausted last night. Should have known better. I am absolutely irresistible when I am sound asleep and exhausted. Did you know that? Yep. It requires that I be ravished for hours, ravishment that only seems encouraged by my pleas for more sleep. Yeah. I know. I know. What do I have to complain about. At least I'm "gettin' some" right? Wrong. What I wanted was sleep. I want sleep even more now.

Tonight's my shift at Denny's. I'm gonna go in at 6 and work till 10, hopefully I won't have to stick around later than that. Hope K remembers that I'm giving all the tips to Forbidden Friend on that loan. I want out from under that loan...not that she in any way bugs or even asks about when money will come because she doesn't. Not a peep. But I know I owe and so long as I owe it'll weigh over me so the sooner I'm out from under it the better.

I made some delicious fried chicken for dinner last night. I had planned on a meal, then got lazy after the chicken was cooking and decided not to make it. Ended up slicing the fried chicken and making our own "chick fil-a" sandwiches. I made K some french fries, I just ate the sandwich. It was really, really good if I do say so myself. K will have to eat leftovers tonight. We've got a little leftover spaghetti and one more chicken breast. I told him to eat that and pretend it's chicken parmasan and he said yeah...ghetto chicken parmasan LOL. The man is crazy.

Well I don't really have shit else to say, I've yawned so much my eyes are blurry so I think I'm gonna go hit up the sofa for 30...

Tah-tah for now!!!

This one's long, you may need to go potty first...

Good morning!!! Well, I'm here, bright and early and awake and buzzing on an allergy pill I got off a co-worker yesterday. No clue what it is but my ears are slightly ringing and everything is really bright and I'm like wiiiiiidddeee awake. Big eyeballs and all. I sure hope this was an allergy pill.......anywho, it's not helping my allergies one bit ROFLMAO! But I don't care.

K took me to breakfast, well, we tore ass through the drive-thru because we were running late-picked us up a bag of mistakes and he dropped me off at work. Whataburger at this hour sucks unless my girlfriend is working there. If she's working, I pay $3 for both K & I meals, the food is as perfect as you can expect for fast food and, and, and...she gives me candy. Last Friday it was peanut m&m's.

OK. Now I wanna tell you about my suck-ass Saturday at Denny's. I woke up early. Did my hair and makeup all cute, put on my sassy "smoothie operator" work t-shirt and headed off to work in a really good mood. Ready to serve, ready to make some money. I drew a eh-station. 1 4-top booth and 2 2-top tables that I put together to make another 4-top. I wasn't gonna complain but I wasn't thrilled either. When I got in I picked up a couple tables right off the jump before the stations were drew so I had a head start.

And then, they came. The golden girls. Well, just one to start with. She was quick to order 3 waters and a coffee so I figured this table would be OK. The next woman arrived just after I delivered the coffee and ordered another so I got hers and expected the next woman any minute. Boy. Was I wrong. 45 minutes later that old woman comes through on a walker. Unsteady and of course, very slow. Now, don't think I'm a bitch just yet. I took that 45 minutes of lost opportunity and figured I'd get them in and out now that she was finally here and so I helped her to the booth, parked her walker and went to make her hot tea. By the time I got back she had just rounded the corner and was on the long stretch to the back of the restaurant headed to the toilet. I thought she had fallen in, she was gone a half-hour before she wandered back and I was able to take their order. The 2 eat pretty well, I'm feeling a bit down because it's taking so damn long for the last one, the slow one, to finish eating. She ate so fucking slow because, you know, even though the other 2 have been there all fucking morning at this point, she's missed most of it by being late and so now, she's talking. And picking at her food. Which is why the others were done and she had barely touched hers. They must have been half starved waiting on her old ass. At this point, the restaurant has been jam-packed for the 1 good rush we get and I am missing out on most of it.

I've got one other table in the works. 2 old men and 1 little boy, the grandson of the nice man. Well, initially they were both nice. Until the end where they went to pay and told the boss that I didn't charge them for the coffee he ordered and he wanted the $5 reward. The thing is...I didn't give him coffee. Someone did, probably to help me out, but I didn't notice it. So. I went up to the front, walked around the counter because I wanted to let this bitch of a man SEE me take MY $5 - $2 of which he tipped me the cheap ass- out of my pocket and give it to him. So he'd know, it was from ME. Not the store. Mind you, he knows God damned well I never put a cup of coffee in front of him. I missed it, yeah. But I didn't give it to him. So. What does he say to me in front of my boss? "Oh sorry!" And I said "Whatever. Fair is fair, I guess. I didn't give you the coffee but I failed to notice it so here's your $5" and he then says "I just want you to know that you are a beautiful person, you gave us wonderful service and I really appreciate it". Ya wanna know what I said? "MMM-Hmmm." Wanna know why I couldn't say more? Cuz my boss did. Boss wanted to know why I didn't say thank you. "Because I was biting my tongue bloody to avoid saying something that would get me fired." I promise y'all one thing though, the look on my face and the look in my eyes told him exactly what I was thinking.

That man should have taken that $5 and taken his ass out the fucking door because I swear to God, that thank you bullshit felt like a slap in the face taking my hard earned money because he got a FREE fucking cup of coffee and no one noticed. I wish upon him a case of spontanious diarrhea in a 40-mile long traffic jam.

I went home, mad pretty much and went straight for the vodka and cranberry juice when I got home. I needed a drink. I was not busy enough because I missed most of the damn rush and I was wore out because I had puhlenty of time to run all the busy peoples food. I was "food runner bitch" for the most part and I went home with $38 bucks. $10 of that was a tip from the only bright part of the day. FF. FF brought her niece and the mini-hurricanes up for breakfast and not only did she fat-tip me, she and her niece filled out nice customer comment cards for me :-) and now they are hanging on the wall.

Determined to shake off the previous, I planned on a great day Sunday. Got off to a late start though. I need to leave my apt. by 7:30 to get to work, I woke up at 7:20. You should always set your alarm clock before you drink...not after. That's all I'm sayin'. Anyway, I made it, looking like I took only 10 minutes to get ready LOL. At least I wasn't stinky!

Flora and I got together, manipulated, plotted, and schemed a plan to get the 2 best stations for ourselves and then we executed the plan. Total success. It was busy, not everyone was there and she was also in charge of Fresh Express so she had a lot to do and asked me to pick up her station so she could. Done deal, LOL. I worked my ass off y'all. Not long after, she was taken off the floor to work another position and Jose took her station. But he was also working Fresh Express and he needed me to pick up tables for him pretty much the whole day. I did really good in tips on Sunday. Everything, for the most part, went by without a hitch. The only problem was the heat, the freaking air conditioning doesn't work for shit. Why does this seem to be an issue no matter where I work???

Question...it seems that whenever I have worked in the heat like that I end up with sinus problems and congestion and shit afterwards. Think it might be related? I'm feeling all stuffy and slightly worn down now. I know. Why ask the www when I could ask the M.D., right? Because y'all are free. Any ideas? I'm gonna go home and neti-pot it but I'm just wondering if it could be heat related. If it's possible or just a coincidence.