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12月30日 The TournamentHoly Moly!! Y'all wouldn't believe some of the characters I've seen come through this gym. A written description just wouldn't do some of them justice. We only have two games left and I'm killin' some time before we open back up and sell tickets for the championships. Oy. I'm cranky today, though, because I'm tired. My body is tired from working the 12 hour days, but my mind is cranky from having to talk to so much. I'm used to working 8 hours and then going home to peace and quiet (or, as my folks used to say, "pissin' quiet"). I've had to repeat the same frickin' info a brazillian times everyday so I can't wait to sit in a room and not talk for a coupla days.
The most memorable character from this tourney is a guy who looks to be about 35 years old, little guy, scraggly beard, slight limp. He's wearing a blue peacoat and a skull cap (ala the Old Spice man). As he bought his tournament pass he kept saying "I have a disability check." Over and over. I would say, "okay." He told the security guy that if he was bothering anybody just to tell him and he would leave. Well, he wasn't bothering anyone so we let him stay from the first tipoff of the first game to the final horn at the end of the night. He just ambled around the gym, watched games, and ate a bag of pretzels he brought with him. The funniest thing, though, was when he walked past my desk where Security was standing beside me. The little guy turned around and saw the cop and did a side-step away from him and said, "Whoa. You have a side arm and I have a disability." Then he just kept walking. It was hilarious. I would love to know how this guy got to where he is. He acts like his brain is totally fried from drugs or something, but he doesn't act stoned - maybe he's rehabbing. He acted stunned when we all greeted him on the second day of the tournament like we were glad to see him. An interesting character.
I would write more but people keep interrupting. So, to be continued.... 12月26日 The Day After...We had a VERY NICE Christmas. I spent Christmas Eve (all day) with "the babies" in Dallas and it was awesome. Last week my nephew and his little family (Addie's dad) came to my town and we went to look at Christmas lights. There's a place close by that has displays with brazillians of lights scattered amongst the woods with a winding road cut through for viewing. Addie was mesmerized. She sat in my lap and stared out the window at all the displays until about halfway through the drive when her full belly of milk and traveling in the car finally got to her and she conked out. It was okay because my nephew and his wife were just as mesmerized as the baby had been - they LOVE Christmas. Several religious displays about Jesus had been added to the light show. One good thing about living in the Bible Belt is that we don't worry so much about religious political correctness. There are a bunch of different churches but they all believe basically the same stuff. Needless to say there won't be a protest at the Christmas light place because it offends someone's religious freedom - the freedom here is that if you don't like it you don't go. Simple enough.
One thing I did differently this year was to offer a "Deal or No Deal" to my nieces and nephews for their Christmas presents. The joke around our family is that I stress a great deal about whether the kids will like their gifts or not. SO...this year I told them they could either keep their gift or take a cash payment of $40. They couldn't open their gift first, of course, and they couldn't know what the gift was if they took the $40. All of them kept the gifts and most were glad they did. I don't think I pleased my nieces-in-law. Addie's mom liked everything in her package except the purse, but Lance's mom didn't seem to like her gift. Lance's mom thinks none of us love her but that's a verrrrry long and involved story. All I'll say is that people usually reap what they sow. I liked allll my loot. I really raked in the goodies this year.
I drove home Christmas Eve night because of the dogs. I didn't have a dog-sitter this year and the weather was horrid. I've been praying for rain for months because of our drought, and then the one day I needed it not to rain it poured. Pffft. I fixed a big bed of hay in my storehouse for Genny & Timber, put out lots of food and clean water, and hoped the crazy things would take advantage of my efforts on their behalf. My friend came over after her Christmas Eve church service and put the dogs up around 8:30 pm so that was a good thing. Their backs were still wet when I got home around 12:45 a.m. so I figure they must have stayed out in the rain most of the day. The roads home were slicker than owl shit because of the rain. My knuckles were white by the time I got here.
Yesterday (Christmas Day) I laid around all day, never bothering to even get dressed. It was awesome. Genny, Timber, & I took naps, watched the STUPID DALLAS COWBOYS get their asses whupped (I wish they wouldn't play on holidays!), watched Christmas shows, and napped some more. I gave the dogs their "Busy Bones" thinking they would be chewing on those for awhile. Not. I don't know what kind of dogs they tested those things on but they kept the labbies busy for only about 5-10 minutes. They probably swallowed big chunks to keep the other one from getting any of it, of course.
The big basketball tourney starts tomorrow so I'll be working 12-14 hour days for the next four days. I'll be glad in the middle of January when I get the paycheck. Niiiiice. It's not like I have anything else to do. The people watching is always good at these tournaments. There's a lot of "the characters from Deliverance go to the ballgame." {long low whistle} One of my favorite people at the tournament is a man who has been coming every year for at least 11 years (that's how long I've been working the tourney). He's probably late fifties, early sixties, tall, black, and wears a huge black cowboy hat with a gold band. Ya just don't see all that many black cowboys around here. He looks cool. He brings a cooler and a thermos and practically camps out in the gym for four days watching every game. Then there's a little ol' white guy that comes every year and sits on the front row. If these guys don't show up this year I'll be very worried about them. They actually take vacation from work just to be at this tournament. I only see these men once a year but we've developed quite a bond over the years. We'll hug and talk loud like a family reunion. I like that. So do they.
My son is home for the week. I won't get to see him because he came the week after Christmas instead of the week before, so I'll be working. That's okay. He needs to visit with the kids more than he needs to see me. I'll see him when he comes home in June, after basketball season. It's weird to think that this is his last year of basketball. It'll be interesting to see what he'll do now. I'm trying to get him to finish school to be a coach. He only lacks two semesters. He's more physical than cerebral, like most athletes, so I'm not holding my breath on that college thang.
Well, I guess I better do some chores. Yech. I hope all of you enjoyed Christmas as much or more than I. Stay tuned for my Easter post in April: Jesus-Part Deux or How the Son of God Died for Our Sins. {pooft - I just got struck by lightening...} 12月19日 Christmas VacationThere's talk of nominating our college prez for canonization since he announced an extra day of Christmas vacation yesterday. I think that's a little extreme but, what the hell, I'm OFF today. Yee-hawwwwww!!
I went to lunch today with girls I was friends with back when I was fun; before the tits sagged and I got so damn cranky. I probably won't do that again. Two of the girls work at the same college I do but in much more prestigious clerical positions and in the administrative building instead of the stinky gym. I thought I had let go of a lot of job-related bitterness but it all came back today between the salad and the pasta carbonara. I began to sound like Debbie Downer (from Saturday Night Live skits) so I just shut up. I like the girls and it's not their fault I was dealt a shitty hand from my ex-boss.
I forgot to order my Ranch dressing on the side. I don't know about where y'all live but where I am people think you're just supposed to float a little lettuce on top of a bowl of dressing. Blech! I asked the waitress, "Is this soup or salad?" She looked at me blankly and did a fake laugh. To be honest, I kinda wanted to sop my sourdough bread in it but that's just soooo tacky in a restaurant. It's not like it was gravy (down here it's perfectly acceptable to sop your gravy in public)! Ha.
I told "the girls" about an incident that happened at Big Lots yesterday. This woman was shopping with her kids or grandkids - it was hard to tell her age since she had summer teeth (you know, some r'here and some ain't) and looked like she had been rode hard and put away wet several times during her lifetime - and the kids were givin' her hell. I could tell she was at the end of her rope so as she apologized for being in the way and not being able to move, I laughed and made some mundane comment just to be nice. She said, "Oh, you know how it is with kids. Don't YOU have kids?" Now, if I had replied honestly I would have said, "No, I don't have kids." For some reason I couldn't make myself say it. In this part of the country, to be my age without at least an ex-husband and some kids, you get funny looks. "Is she a lesbian?" Noooo. "Is she mean as hell?" Maybeeeee. "Why ain't she married and why ain't she ever had kids? She don't seem all that ugly..." Well, it just didn't work out that way. So I look at this woman who looks more haggard than hell and I say, "Yeah, but they're grown and gone." Uh! Why would I say that? I guess I could have explained that I have a son that I adopted in my heart but we would both know that still doesn't really count as "my kid." I really could have blown her over with a feather if I told her that son is black as midnight. Ha! I usually save that shocking tidbit for people who have pissed me off by saying some racial slur and this lady was just bein' nice. I was kinda shocked at myself for making something up to tell this woman. I mean, I THOUGHT I am a mostly-contented person comfortable with my adopted son and very sweet nieces and nephews. I had no idea that little toad was still hangin' around from the ol' dwindling hours on the biological clock days. All I can conclude is that, somewhere deep inside me, I still feel abnormal for being a barren old maid. Interesting. Even if I am content with my current life, there's that bit of insecurity or feeling of failure over not completing my assigned mission in life to mate-up and procreate. Bleah. I should have stuck with her and her kids. Another ten minutes with those little heathens and I would have been thanking God and greyhounds that my womb has been empty. Gya, what little terrors they were....
I've had a few people ask me why I haven't busted T.O.'s chops for spitting on his opponent. Well, what can ya say about T.O. that hasn't already been said? He's an idiot. He's a poor sport. Jerry Jones is an idiot for signing him. I wouldn't pee in T.O.'s mouth if his gums were on fire - that's how much I dislike him. And I gotta give that spat-upon guy a lot of credit because if T.O. ever spits on me I will be all over him like stink on shit. To me that's the lowest thing that can be done to a person short of rape or murder. Grrrrrrrr.....
HATS OFF to Timber!! Even snipped he is giving Genny ride after useless ride on the ol' breeding highway. When I agreed to dog-sit for my friends I didn't know the dog (Genny) was in heat. Yech. Even though Timber takes his turn riding on Genny's back he isn't as frantic about it as he was before being neutered. And since his aim sucks it doesn't really matter in the grand scheme of things that he can't impregnate her. I did notice that he was kinda stove-up this morning when he got out of bed. I guess he's sore from all that humping. [Definition: "stove-up" - stiff and sore.]
I've managed to piss this extra day of holiday off by accomplishing absolutely nothing. And it's been awesome. I did go to the bank and got my oil changed, two things I had been procrastinating about for over a week. And had lunch with some old friends. I guess the day wasn't totally wasted. Cool.
I think I'll go stand in the kitchen and wait for a vision from God over what to fix for supper. Something tells me He's thinking "nachos."
G'nite.
12月17日 Things I Wonder AboutWhy do we feel obligated to go save people who do daring things? Don't get me wrong - I've been praying for eight solid days now for rescuers to find the guys on Mt. Hood, but they got me to thinkin'. How many times has the United States gone and fished some daredevil out of the ocean who tried to fly a balloon around the world or surf to Europe or something like that? How many MILLIONS of dollars have we spent doing it? And why do we feel obligated to do it? These people choose to be daredevils, risk-takers, whatever. Why can't we just say,"well, sorry that didn't work out for you but it looks like you are now shark-bait"? Don't you know the Coast Guard would like to respond like this to people who go out during a storm after being told of the danger?
Coast Guard: Hello?
In-danger Person: Coast Guard? HELP!! I decided I wanted to see how fast my sailboat would go in this level 4 hurricane, even though y'all told me it was stupid. Now I've capsized and I'm gonna drown if you don't risk your lives and spend thousands of dollars to come save my stupid ass!!
Coast Guard: You went out after we told you not to?
In-danger Person: Yes. HELP!!
Coast Guard: Do you wish you would have listened to us so you would be on-shore in a nice, safe shelter?
In-danger Person: Yes. HELP!!
Coast Guard: Well, you probably should have listened because you know what?
In-danger Person: What? HELP!!
Coast Guard: You're f*cked.
I feel bad for the families of the guys on Mt. Hood. But I can't help asking, why the hell would you go climb a mountain in the wintertime when it's more dangerous than EVER? It just doesn't make sense to me. Now allllll those rescuers are endangering themselves because of three guys. I hope it all works out okay but somebody needs to tell those guys they were stupid to go in the first place.
Next thing: Why would the NFL owners create a network to show games on Thursday and Saturday night and not give cable companies access to the programming? Greedy bastards!! You've probably guessed - I didn't get to watch the Cowboys last night because I'm on cable and not satellite. The cable company guy was on the news last night explaining that the owners want $100,000,000 from cable to access the new network. These charges would be passed on to customers (me). Well, to hell with all of you - I listened to it on the radio. I'm mostly mad at myself. The players are greedy, the owners are greedier, and the cable companies are greedy. Players are overpaid, owners have more money than the Vatican, and the cable companies overcharge out the ass for all kinds of cable and internet service. Owners are making so much money it's ridiculous and yet ask cities to build new stadiums for their teams. It's a helluva deal! And I'm mad at myself (and every other sports fan) for letting them get away with it. All we would have to do is boycott the NFL, NBA, and MLB for one season so owners & players would "get real." But we don't.
Another sports thing: Did y'all see that fight between the Knicks and Nuggets on Saturday night? Big effing deal - they're getting suspended for a game, and will probably pay a fine. They say they're grown men yet they can't control themselves. The Knicks, over the past several years, have become known for fighting. Knock 'em off the tv for a year. Hit 'em where they hurt. Restrict them from the playoffs. You can't fine a guy $25,000 when he makes $25,000,000 and think that's gonna do a damn bit o' good. Puh-leaze!
It's alllll about money. All the gambling, the television revenue, merchandise, and on and on. And we [sports fans] let it happen.
Next thing: Why do some people come to work sick as dogs? We get paid sick days where I work but people still come to work looking like death warmed over. This pisses me off. I do NOT want to get sick and don't appreciate people bringing their germs to me. My fave? The person who comes in and lingers all around my desk, uses my phone or computer, then says, I've been puking allll weekend - I have a baaaad stomach virus. I don't take this well. In fact, I've been known to be an absolute beeyotch about it. {Ha. Imagine that. Me? A beeyotch?}
Well, I didn't realize I was in such a pissy mood until I started typing. Everything I start writing sends me off on another rant. Soooooo, I think I'll stop.
One last thing....did you see the story about the baby in Utah? The parents got the baby (I don't know the baby's age) a new puppy, a pit-bull puppy. Then the parents went to sleep and left the baby and puppy together. The puppy chewed the baby's toes off. I'm assuming the baby was an infant because the puppy was on tv and it was a little ball of fur, not the rowdy young dog stage. The parents say they didn't hear the baby screaming or anything. Now, the puppy is probably gonna get the blame for this incident because it's a pit bull. Just the words "pit bull" scare most folks to pieces. I know I'm leary of them and I love dogs. If people had breeds these parents would most definitely be registered dumbasses. I think they need to have raw hamburger spread between their toes and left helpless amongst a bunch of adult pit bulls. Let's see how they like that.
Y'all have a good week. Just one materialistic, over-spending, insincere week of shopping before Christmas...
12月8日 Saint AngieI've been so damn nice lately that people are starting to wonder if I have a terminal illness. I actually had a coach call me today and ask if I have a sickness and not told anyone about it. Ha! Kinda lets you know how I usually act, huh? Grrrr!!!
I went to Dallas TWICE this week to babysit CeeCee and Addie so my nieces and nephews could have a little down time. Keeping the babies isn't a problem for me but BOY do I hate driving. I got home at 2:00 this morning. I came to work feeling like I've been rode hard and put away wet, and looking like Fido's butt. My bed is calling to me and I'll probably heed the call as soon as I get home from work.
CeeCee smiled at me yesterday. It's over for me. I thought I was smitten before but after that smile I turned into a pile of smoking mush. Man oh man. She's a very serious baby, and on top of that she hasn't felt well due to "silent reflux." (We have medication for her now and it seems things are getting better.) Anyway, I gave her a bottle, burped her, rocked her for a bit, and then leaned her back to chat. She watched me intently for a bit and then broke into the biggest smile! It didn't last long but for that brief moment the sun has never been brighter, the birds have never sung so sweetly, and I'm sure an ekg would have registered the skip in my heartbeat. Truly awesome. I'm probably driving my niece crazy because I've been on the internet reading up on preemies. I've been diagnosing and advising on the health and care of CeeCee. Yesterday, if my niece-radar was correct, she started making fun of me for worrying about "over-stimulating" CeeCee. Hmmmm. All I can say in response to that is.....look at who her favorite auntie is and how I can get her to relax and go to sleep. THAT is an auntie who is in tune with the needs of her tiniest niece.
Some sad news today...One of our former athletes shot a girl and then himself. Speculation is that he was depressed because baseball didn't work out like he planned, he was obsessing about this girl, etc. Twenty-four years old. How tragic is that? I just can't imagine what drives a person to that point - especially to take another person's life, too. Wow. Two families ripped to pieces. Jake was a nice kid. Suicide leaves us with so many "maybes." Maybe if he had had medication, maybe if he had gotten counseling, maybe, maybe, maybe. His family and friends will be asking those maybes the rest of their lives. The girl was a 4.0 student studying to be a nurse at Sam Houston State University and a cheerleader. A very popular and focused young lady by all reports. How do parents recover from such a tragedy? I don't figure they ever will.
Last night on my way to Dallas I passed through Terrell. There's a little cluster of XXX video stores along I-20 at Terrell. I am happy to report that the porn shops are fully decorated for the holiday season. It warms my heart to know that the XXX video and sexy lingerie store are celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ with the beautiful wreaths and colorful lights decorating their buildings. Nothing says "Merry Christmas" like a vibrator and a dirty movie. Sheesh. I have this mental picture of naked Santa leering over a woman begging her to let him "stuff her stocking" with "treats." Yech. There are times when I curse my imagination.
A carjacker went up behind an older lady (in her seventies) at a local gas station and told her to give him her keys. She gave them to him but then got real pissed. She was standing there with the gasoline hose in her hand so she opened the door to her SUV and began putting gasoline on the carjacker. That ol' boy better be glad she didn't have a match. They caught the guy and got the lady's vehicle back thanks to OnStar and GPS. Her car is in the shop now where they're trying to get rid of the smell of gasoline. This woman is quite the hero down at the Church of Christ where she's a member. You go, Girl!
Well, just another hour and a half in this work day and then it's WEEKEND. It's supposed to be colder than a witch's tit in a brass brassiere again tonight. Brrrr. I woke up this morning about 5:00 shiverin' like a dog shittin' a peach seed. I turned up the thermostat and jumped back in bed. Timber thought I was trying to play so he plunked a dog-spit slimed up knotted rope on my face and leaped around the bed. It took about fifteen minutes to calm his wild ass down so we could get another hour of sleep. Crazy dog.
Have a good weekend!
12月1日 Six Weird ThingsOkay, MaineBikerChick tagged me to post six weird things about myself. I'm struggling to figure out which six I can post without people thinking I'm so frickin' weird that they don't come back and visit my space again. Here goes.... The Rules: Each player of this game starts with the “6 weird things about you”. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says “you are tagged” in their comments and tell them to read your blog. Six Weird Things About Me: 1. I don't like to leave home. Not the psycho scared to leave home thing - I just like to stay home. I'm the only one in my family that NEVER wants to go anywhere. 2. One reason I don't like to go anywhere is because it realllllly bothers me to put miles on my vehicle. It makes me feel like I'm "using it up." 3. I rearrange things in drawers and on shelves (like curlers, towels, glasses, plates) so the things on the bottom don't feel left out from never getting used. 4. I'm obsessed with my pen at work. I don't want ANYONE but me to use it. I like to use it until it's completely inkless and then I hold it a minute to feel the satisfaction of knowing I used up all that ink, then I throw it away and get a new pen. God protect my co-workers if my pen disappears. 5. I don't like a top sheet on my bed. Just the bottom sheet and a quilt and pillowcases. 6. I'm afraid of midgets. Okay, now that you're all backing away from your computers with looks of horror on your faces...Remember, Alicia, you asked for it! ha!! Have a good weekend.
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