Me and Farrah Fawcett

Back in the day me and Florida Girl my BFF worked at a golf course serving cold beers and lunch to the duffers. She got me the job and it was a good one. Worked days mostly and the guys were nice to us little waitresses in our red hot pants and the women were few and far between and only talked to each other over their coffee cups. We did have to show up pretty early as some of the leagues teed off at the crack of dawn and had to have their coffee and donut first.

One day Florida Girl and I went to the mall shopping and found a new store, a wig shop. There were 2 gals from New York or New Jersey there to open it and it was hilarious trying on the different wigs. I picked one out that was the Farrah Fawcett, looked nothing like Farrah's hair but I had stars in my eyes. At the time I had boring brown hair and the streaky blond made me feel glamorous. FG had blond hair and if I recall correctly she picked out a short curly red one. The beauty of these wigs was that you could swish them in shampoo water, rinse and hang on the doorknob. God we were stylin' and wore the hell out of that hair that summer.

FG is getting a port put in next week and will start chemo shortly thereafter. She will have chemo until October and then they will take the mightily shriveled cancer bit out of her breast. She told me by Skyping that she would be losing her glamorous hair. She used to be a worse product, makeup and hair whore than me. And suddenly it stopped. I don't think she even uses chapstick anymore.

I wonder if she will remember our summer of fun hair. I asked her if she will be getting a wig, she has not answered me yet.

Wedding news

Mother's Day orchid

Punking Head and The Fiancee have traveled to Vermont for wedding prep and I am hearing some news. We are having suckling pig which will make Big Daddy very happy. And shrimp and grits.

Uptown Girl

Oh yea

Okay I am going to do this and just get it off my chest. The recruiter called today to tell me I did not get the job we all knew I was not getting. But here is the thing, it is because they-the 2 little dickwads at the plant in Podunk-did not think I would get down in the trenches and get my hands dirty. Bullshit. Those 2 little weenie boys knew I was overqualified for that job and they were scared outta their little peenie pants.

But you know what really pisses me off, tell the truth you dumb ass ignorant, slimy, scared and maggety morons, you were scared of the lady from the big city that used to argue with Ford. You told the big guy I DID NOT LOOK like I would work hard and go on the plant floor and fix your ridiculous problems. LOOKS are what you used to deny me a job. LOOKS.

Well, they both looked like asshats and I was willing to go clean up their messes. How in the name of all that is holy in this day and age do you actually say you will not hire some one because of the way they look. Was I too clean, too well dressed, too pretty,  . . . did not look like I would get down on my knees . . . okay we don't need to go there, but really.

The way I looked.

It was a happy day

Punkin Head made a surprise visit yesterday after he finished working. He is a sweetie. And he brought wonderful treasures. A beautiful orchid, a bag of Marcona Almonds with Rosemary, and a new book, Smokehouse Ham, Spoon Bread & Scuppernong Wine by Joseph E. Dabney. It is quite thick and I can't wait to dive in. Big Daddy made us a wonderful chicken dinner and we had a lovely time. I noticed the white and yellow daffodil type flowers in back were all falling down so BD picked them and I sent some home to The Fiancee as she could not make the dinner.

Then the weirdest thing happened around 7 or so, there was a tremendous knocking at the front door and this guy asked if we wanted our lawn mowed. As every lawn in the neighborhood is well maintained I thought this was odd, especially on a Sunday night, Mother's day and there is a noise ordinance. I stood watching to see where he was going and if he was going to leave the area, well when he showed back up he was followed by a guy pushing a lawn mower. The guy was wearing a blue, medium blue, cape with what appeared to be cartoon characters on it.  These guys were in their late twenties at least. WTF.

I can't make this stuff up

A while back I went to Trader Joe's and returned home horrified by a family of obnoxious children and a useless parent. I always was quite put out with the tiny carts for the children and those kids who thought they were in the Grand Prix. To my horror I saw this family walking down the sidewalk not far from my home. I was so hoping they lived in the Park and not in my neck of the Woods.

Not long after Big Daddy came home with a story that matched the same family I had been repelled by. His tale was more shocking than mine. Well today he returned from Trader Joe's with another tale of the Cart Cuties. Of course I had to inquire as what a Cart Cutie might be. Well, it is the snot faced little beastly tykes that all the parents stand around and say isn't he/she cute while they push the miniature carts into every one's ankles.

BD said to me, "You remember Buggar". Oh my goodness, Buggar, that is what his mama calls him. Buggar is the head of the beastly children of the useless parent. Well today Buggar was helping his mama pick out wine. A 4 year old putting wine in his mini-cart, how charming.

So in honor of Mother's Day, help your mama pick out some wine.

Not a good week

The little nook where I sit when Big Daddy BBQ's.

This has been a sucky week. The job things and such.

Then we heard last night that Mr. RV did not make it through surgery. He knew the odds going in and decided the risk was worth it as he had a very poor quality of life. Mom will be back home today.

And if that was not enough my BFF from high school found out this morning she has breast cancer. She had the biopsy on Monday and has an appointment with a surgeon on the 15th. How horrid for her and she lost both her parents when she was younger so not a pretty picture.  Looks like a trip to Florida is in my future.  Good thing I have a ton of Skymiles, if they still let you use them.

Not much news here

Went this morning and had my mammogram, I cannot believe how long it has been and both my mother and grandmother had breast cancer. I should be in line waiting the first minute I am due.

The Mormons got new windows, this refurbishing of the fire house is taking a long time.

I got a new lead on a job and tracked most of it down, leaving messages for people to figure out how to apply. Well, there was this guy I used to work with-he was the customer-and getting him to stop talking either in person or on the phone was nearly impossible. He returned my call at 9 PM and I was on the phone with him until 10:30. He is the one taking my resume in so I have a chance with this one. And it is a much shorter drive.

My mother's husband is having heart surgery today, yesterday he got the balloon put in. Praying for a good outcome here. Speaking of my mother:

Funny of the day:

My mother has been sending pictures of the flowers I sent to the hospital and I have not been getting them. Checked everywhere and yesterday it came to me. Yep, she was sending them to my land line.