avril lavigne...

so...
my nine year old daughter loves
avril lavigne
and i don't mind
cause shes not britney spears or jessica simpson
heh heh
so...
we got tickets for emma to see avril in september
well
for me and emma to see avril in september
so...
the other day
emma is very excited and says "theres a special guest opening for avril,
i bet i know who it is...."
(pregnant pause for full effect)
"TWISTED SISTER
or
LED ZEPPELIN"
heh heh heh
i was sorry to inform her that twisted sister is probably no longer in exsistence
and member of led zeppelin
are possibly dead...
but either way,
its not happening babycakes...
oh to be that age again
and not the cynical analytical distrustful person i am today
who knows what i could beleive in
but thats a whole different subject
:)
and by the way,
if i've told this story before,
i apologize...i've typed it a couple of times...too good to pass up

hot bliggety blog...

heh
i'm exhausted
my legs hurt
my feet hurt
renovating this house
is prematurely
aging me
i'm cranky
and tired
and don't want to deal with crying kids today
or parents who want ALOT
but want to pay A LITTLE
i am starting to hate this job
why did i take early childhood education...
i should have taken dental assisting
f'ing hindsight
f'ing 20/20

my first job

so
here's something about me
my first job was bbqing hotdogs outside zellers
every friday night and saturday morning for one summer....
i was about 16 or 17
i worked entirely by myself
i dragged the bbq out
by myself
i dragged the bastard-heavy C02 things for the pop
(if thats even what they are called)
by myself
and i bbqed hotdogs and sold hotdogs and pop
by myself
just to give you some idea of the amount of fun
that would be
keep in mind that this is friday night in a small town sixteen year old girl
outside the liquor store....
could they have also have posted a sign saying
"freaks eat for free!"

my mom was actually my semi supervisor
which made going to work hungover
even more miserable
than it normally
would be...
and the one day i went to work
while still drunk
was literally hell...
never beleive someone when "they" say
"hair of the dog that bit you" will fix you right up
cause "they"
are probably
alcoholics....
not that theres anything wrong with that
but it wasn't working for me...