Nasty Ass Non-Hygenic Smelling Men...and a few Women

Ok some people stink. And I don't mean in the "they won the lottery so they stink" but in the sense of well, one of the five senses. Some people come through my line and have me gagging for fresh air. My lungs are bursting because I only take a breath about every 20 seconds, trying not to suffocate on the stench radiating from them. Sick. Shower people, SHOWER. What makes me think of this is that my mommy is making quesadillas and I walked into the kitchen and it smelt like the nasty of the stinky men. They must use cumin as cologne or something. Naaasty shit.

Blach. I get goosebumps just thinking about the nasty smells I've been subjected to.

Speaking of my mommy, she tried to get me to wear a shirt that I classify as a pregnant lady shirt. The ones with the tie in the back and the line below the boobies. Ones that I think are most found in the maternity section and my sisters closet. She hates that I call them pregnant lady shirts. And I kid that when one day she does indeed get knocked up no one will notice because she wears the shirts as is. Anyway. I put the shirt on to please my mother but I had to have my way so I balled up a blankie and shoved it under the shirt to indeed make it look like a pregger shirt. Those shirts are just not me. Boob line aside, I don't like the frilly sleeves. They annoy me. I have yet to find my style outside of tshirts.

Ooooh! I was bored and wondering when I started my blog and I came to the realization that me and my blog almost have the same birthday. No way! Way! Yah. I started this beast the 19th of February and my birthday is none other than the 18th. Amazing. Well....not really. No it isn't that interesting at all really.

I don't like seeing Harry Potter in saucy poses for photoshoots. I don't like how he was all full frontal nudity in that one play. It's just wrong. I know Daniel Radcliff probably doesn't appreciate or want to be associated with HP all the time but um...thats how its gonna be for the next five years mmk Danny boy? I'm sorry. You'll always be Harry Potter to me.

Ok I'm outie. I think my god damn quesadilla will be done soon.

Au Revior. Have a nice weekend, I shall be up north.

The writing on the decline slips...

Some people write majestic things upon napkins, notebook paper or scrapes found on the bottom of their purse. I don't. Well, I do write in notebooks but my method of capturing my random thoughts and what not is by writing on decline slips at work. Decline slips being what I shove in the check machine when someones form of payment has been, well declined! So easy!

Ok moving on though. The point of this post, for the most part, is to shed light on these sacred slips that have been in my apron pocket since the early days of summer. Lately I have been lacking in my writing on them, preferring to draw beautiful geometrically pleasing designs on them but anyway, here are some things that I have wrote down.

• Hot Ice. Someone bought a book called Hot Ice and it made me laugh because in the movie Rookie of the Year, the pitching coach who is a tad bit on the crazy side told the kid that is method of treating an arm after a game was hot ice. You take the ice, heat it up and viola! Hot Ice!
• Someone bought something and on the receipt it was called Pork Butt. That just made me laugh.
• A woman one day bought a lot of cards with monkeys on them and I wondered if she thought monkeys/chimps where funny. Because Dunstan Checks In was so 12 years ago.
• Piss and vinegar running through a person's veins. Doesn't piss already run though them regardless?
• A woman at work, her laugh reminds me of a mixture of Sponge Bob and Patrick with a tad bit of Little Bear thrown in. That is not a good combination to say the least.
• Roundys product packages are such a rip off of name brand stuff. When I first really started to notice it I kept getting a song stuck in my head. And it goes like this: Mock, yeah. Ing, yeah. Bird, yeah. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,Yeah! Mocking bird won't you sing your song. I don't know how it goes after the yeahs . I just make it up. It is ridiculous how close the packages look! If Kotex puts a flower in the lower right hand corner, Roundys puts a flower in the lower right hand corner, only a little different.
• Sometimes while working I am exposed to great deals of white trash gib gabber from all forms of folk and some days, it is just too damn early to deal with.
• I saw a woman the other day with black hair with giant whiteish color streaks and it reminded me of pudding. The type of pudding that comes in the little bitty packs and has chocolate than vanilla than chocolate again. The lines of the different colors weren't perfectly straight either so it had the wavy look like the pudding line has.
• I've always thought it'd be nice to be able to have a little corpal punishment towards super mean/annoying people. (ok so not really but when people shove their fucking savings card in my face and I mean they literally hold it there all up in my space, I have the urge to slap them) maybe not so much physical action towards people but the ability to tell someone off would be AMAZING! So anyways, I've thought it'd be fun to work in a place like that where the customer would know what they were getting themselves into and today I came up with the best motto. "Prices you can't beat, but customers you can." See it'd have to be cheap enough so people would come back...hehe.

Ok. That's all I got. My apologies on the length and OH! I thought of something else that is hilarious! Some old lady the other day was bitching about how the store is always so cold and anyways she said something about how maybe she'll try the new Target to see if it is warmer. I found this funny because I never thought we'd lose business over the temperature of the store, just our grossly exaggerated prices on some items.

I am so loyal.

Deflated and defeated.

Some days I just feel completely defeated. That no matter how hard I try or attempt to care, I get my ass kicked. Like I can't get ahead or get a break. I can't keep customers happy, I can't keep managers happy. Nothings going my way. I know it's one of those days when I don't get internal rage. When I can't feel my face get hot or my blood pressure rise over the immense stupidity of a person. Because then I know that I care, that I have something invested in the day. Getting mad inside also gives me something to do, which might sound odd but that's how it goes. It's like what they said in basketball, you know when the coach is pissed at you once they shut up and don't talk to you. I know when I'm defeated when I don't feel anything. When everything just sort of melts into one and glides me by.

I think I've come to the conclusion, not like I was searching though, of what my favorite sound is. The sound of a light rain fall on a car. I was sitting in my car, about to leave and it was raining lightly and it's just such a peaceful sound. The engine has got to be off. Just the pings on the roof and the plops on the windshield in a rhythmic way is so soothing. I think that being able to see the rain come down all around you adds to it as well. Even downpours sound amazing at times, though sometimes when it's coming down to hard then the soft pings and plops turn into tiny hammer noises all around and I don't dig that as well. Sitting in the car gives you the illusion of standing in the rain yet your protected from the elements and can listen to the thunder cracks and watch the lightening bolts spilt the sky (cuz what I took out of elementary school was sitting in the car during a storm meant you were safe...standing under a tree? not so much) So nice! So nice!

Ay yi yi.

PG for 10 plus years?!

The Duggar Family, that family that is always on TLC and that's the reason I know of them, just had their 17th kid. Lets not dwell on that number for the moment lets look at the one that scares the pants off me. Mommy Duggar has been preggers for over ten years if you add up all her pregnancies. Good lord! That's....just so long!

Today at work I spent about four and some change hours going through the medicine and check the expiration dates. (the oldest I found was from Nov. 2006...oppsy) After a while my eyes started to hurt because some of them are hard to see, like the ones where it's just a dent in the box and not printed on it. I felt like those people who had to go through all the Florida ballots in the 2000 election. Checking over all of them very carefully while my eyes where slowly getting more and more tired. Is that an 8 or a 6? I got so filthy dirty doing it to. Dust galore. mmmm doesn't that just make grocery stores sound appealing? Dusty merchandise?

Ok must go. My chimchanga is done.

Workers Comp.

I have grocers elbow.

My left elbow/arm hurts from the constant bend and move it goes thru to scan and move items. Ouchies. Makes my grip lose so I feel as though I'm gonna drop shit all the time.

I really hope this stops. It's annoying. Perhaps I could get money for it though! Don't know how...

Haha! I just shut my DVD player off and on PBS a group is singing "Afternoon Delight"
Gonna find my baby gonna hold her tight, gonna grab some afternoon delight. My motto's always been when it's right it's right no need to wait for the cold dark niiiiiiight.....

It's sad that I came up with a song to that tune about Cherry Delight products. I was in produce one day, saw it and had Afternoon Delight stuck in my head so it just sort of came to be.

Right then.

Oh hey! Brewers won again today! Yippie!

Barry Bonds hit a home run to tie Hank Aaron though...Booooooooooooo. I hope his testicles are the size of raisins. Damn juicer.

Gonna find my baby gonna hold her tight, gonna buy some Cherry Delight. My motto's always been when it's right it's right gonna get it on sale at the store tonighhhht!

On that note, I'm going to beddy by.

G'night.

Famous Faces

The last few days, I've noticed a few people that resemble famous folk. First there was the woman that looked like them------>




I mean seriously, her face screamed Tweedledee to me. Had the weird nose and the gash like mouth.






Then I saw some guy who in my head looked like what he ---->


would look like in about 20 years. And by him I don't exactly mean Daniel Radcliff but Harry Potter. Even had the HP type glasses.

Then there is some kid that looks like him--->
Ben Sheets.




Ok enough with the damn pictures. They piss me off because I must be stupid or something and can never get them the way I like. Bastards.

Mmmmmm new CDs. Joni Mitchell and Tom Waits. The Tom Waits one if the Orpahns: Brawlers, Bawlers and Bastards collection. Ama-zing.
Joni Mitchell...hehe. I was just in the mood for a folksy/pop/old stuff. She is a little like the female Tom Waits in my opinion.

Oh, btw, Brewers just won. Thanks. They needed it. I guess the verbal fight in the ol' dugout did them some good.

Ok. That's all I got. Have a good weekend.

No bad Juju allowed, damnit!

I have come to the realization that I am a solitary sports watcher. I prefer to watch my baseball by myself. I like to have control of the remote so when I get frustrated I can flip to Good Eats for twenty seconds then flip back after my anger has passed. I like being back from commercial for the first pitch not when its 2-2 count. I like to yell at the TV in my own way. Mostly I don't like to give them bad juju. (At least I think that is the word...hehe) Sure I yell at them and say "well nice job SUPPAN! Why don't you just throw another goddamn ball and walk him!" But then I also say after someone has done something good "Nice hit JJ!" I prefer to mutter nice things over the bad. In the end I am more positive towards them, then negative. I try to keep good vibes for them. And yes I talk to the TV but there is no way I am the only one out there doing it! I watch baseball because I like it and its enjoyable, so I don't see why I should sit there and comment about how they suck. Sure it pisses me off when they strand 12 men on base, but I look at the nice like a diving catch from Graffanio to end the inning. Why watch if you're only gonna bitch, right?

A meat man at work gave me a mixed CD and I'm listening to it. He's been giving everyone these CD's and I have to say, it's pretty good. I think I'll burn it to iTunes and title it Meat Man Mix. Just rolls off the tongue.

I'm all caught up on my Harry Potter-ness. Movies-Check! Books-Check! Now I just need someone I can gush to about the 7th book. I just want to, for the record say...CALLED IT! I so so SO called it! About what? Well...it's spoiler material so I won't say. But called it! That a certain someone was more than he/she appeared to be in a good sense. Boo yah! Called it in Pirates called it in HP. Shit, I'm good.

Like how I'm not using any transitions? Thought so. Thought I'd just go from one thought to another. But now I am out of things to say. So I will bid thee farewell, until I blog again...