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Hey ya’ll!

Sorry I have been quiet as of late. I have been working a few extra days. I’m only up to 25 hours a week but it’s retail so it usually late night hours which means sleeping in a bit and then waking up to shower and eat and walk and feed the dog before i head back to work. So, by time i hobble in around midnight I don’t have the mental energy to sit down and write.

But, i won’t let my blog die. I will update on my next set of days off. I owe you guys two “Bloggers for Peace” posts. And my May “Matters Most” post. And a  general  overall update.

So please be patient with me. I will go around to your blogs as well and get caught up on your ramblings as well.

I miss you all.Drop me a line in the comments! I miss hearing from you all!

Talk to you all soon!

xoxoxo
Tash

(Crazy) Glue [Happy Mother's Day]

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I went to the store the other day to pick up a mother’s day card. I’m not very close with my mother. We don’t agree on alot and we are from radically different moral codes and beliefs. We aren’t sentimental and lovey dovey. So, as i was picking up card after card of mushy sentimental stuff I kept returning them to the stands.

The fiancée wandered off and came back with his basket full of treats and laughs at me struggling to pick out a card. He laughs and tells me to just fake it.

So, i found the least sentimental card and went to check out.

I love my mom. Deep down, like way deep down, she is a good person. Life and obstacles has made her hard, but she needed to be. especially after my dad fell sick. I just disconnect with her because of her money driven motives. I can understand and sympathize with the stress and worry about old age and what not. But, her drive for “reputation” and greed and using even us ( me) kids is what really makes me distant from her.

She is way crazy at times.

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There has been many many times we just wanted to spike her drink. Or have her take a toke of weed to mellow out. Seriously thought about it.

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I remember once all of us were driven outside away from my mother’s wrath of craziness. My aunt comes over to tell us to go easy on my mother. We all kind of make faces and my aunt says
“hey listen , she is the glue that holds the family together?”
We all just look at her like really now?
So my aunt says
“OKAY okay, she may be crazy glue, but she still is the glue!”

And it’s true. My mother is nuts. She is crazy. We don’t agree on ALOT. I don’t want to grow up and be like her in morals when I’m older. But, she is my mother. And she has been there when it matters most.  She has provided and sacrificed and most importantly BEEN there.

So, I love my crazy mother. I wish her a happy mother’s day.

To all my readers and followers, Happy mother’s to you or your mommas!  Life isn’t always picture perfect. But we have to remember and be grateful for those in our lives, even if they are a little crazy. Some people don’t have parents and so we should acknowledge our parents may not be perfect, but if they are there that is worth something too.

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Women’s Shoes (Department)

Last week Friday, I was working closing ( retail store for any new readers stopping in). We had a coupon and sales for Mother’s day. The store was swamped.

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The thing is, I work in Men’s Department. Not to sound vain, but everyone in my department is pretty awesome. Sure, alot of people disappear and shove off work. But, when it comes to closing everyone work’s their ass off to get the store presentable for opening the next day. We work as a department as a whole so if those working in an assigned section is done, we migrate on to other parts to help out.  We even help out lingerie and plus size which isn’t even our department but it is on the same floor.  Men’s is always the first department to be done.

Over the past few months I’ve been sent up ( with others) to help other departments during closing. It annoys me mostly because they don’t function as a department whole.  Like the 3rd floor is kids department and home department. The two operate as individuals and don’t give a shit about each other. When I’m sent up to kids to help out, I don’t see one person from home helping out. The same goes for the whole second floor …the women’s department. It is actually broken up into a bunch of departments, juniors, handbags, shoes jewelry etc etc. When I get sent there to help  out, i notice the same thing. People stay in their little zones and that’s that.

I don’t mind being a “team player’ and helping out but it’s that hypocrisy and poor work ethic  that irks me.

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My department functions as a whole team. Our department gets tossed up all day long and is a mess too and we do our JOB and tend to things throughout the day and pace the work load so everyone had their jobs and all the tasks get done by the end of the day. Because we do our job the way we are supposed to, why do we have to pick up the slack when those in those department aren’t even there? Plus, when the Men’s Department has events and special sale days like Father’s Day, the vet workers told me no one comes to help  us. They never send help to our department.

It’s frustrating and annoying but hey I’ll take the hours. When you get written up one to many times, I’ll take your hours too. It’s work. It’s not meant to be easy. I love my department and bosses and co-workers.

So last friday, with the coupons and Mother’s Day coming up women’s floor was ravaged. My manager strolls over to me and everyone working in that section that day and asks
“who wants to go help clean up women shoes”. He already sent various other people to different parts of the store and I’m smiling at  my manager but not volunteering. In fact, no one steps forward to volunteer.

He rolls his eyes and says ” don’t everyone speak up at once now”

So one co-worker volunteers. Then my manager sent basically everyone but one person who stood behind to close all the registers alone. So as a team we tromp our way to Women’s Shoes.

We are laughing and chit chatting and just strolling along. As we approach the Shoe Department we kind of fell silent and stopped in our tracks.
Shoes were everywhere. Displays were bare. Racks were tossed up and piles of shoes were literally both in big pile up mounds in various locations AND scattered about on the floor. You could not see the floor.  This is not an exaggeration.  I couldn’t find an adequate picture but i did find this one on google, Picture all those shoes in the closet on the floor

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So and hour later . We got all the shoes picked up off the floor. But they were in no way paired. We separated by brand and then some piles went to the stock room and whatever was left we put back on the displays and racks in no particular order just by brand.

It was extremely overwhelming. Those from my department were kind of  out of our element and in shock. There was only two guy workers in women shoes.  They said ladies come in and request  6 pair of shoes in 3 different sizes and the kids run around and knock things over. I worked Black Friday. I worked some busy days before. I have never in my life seen such a mess before.

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It was traumatizing.

It was a whole different level of savagery.

What the hell you women shoppers?!

 

And Then I looked Up

To set up the scene , here is a picture of the garage.

Shanty and old-looking and poorly painted by my mother who splashes paint around. Don’t mind all the leaves and branches, this was a picture taken after Sandy. There is actually half a tree that fell down on the side of the garage but I was just taking all sorts of pictures for the insurance.   Anyways, It’s a regular one car garage but chock full of… stuff.. so no car can actually fit in there. Tools and machines and storage. It’s a typical …old… garage.  Things accumulated over the last 20 years.  I didn’t have a picture of the garage open, and I’m far too lazy to take the five minutes to walk down the stairs and snap a picture so instead I’ll spend this five minutes typing about it instead

As you can see there is an attic portion too. We have two ways to access the attic. All the way in the back of the garage a wooden ladder that is attached to the wall leads up through a cut out access hole.  Also, some space before the hole is a a typical drop down wood stairs. It looks similar to the following picture, just picture older and less craftsmanship and think more backwoods macgyver.

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So picture walking straight in the garage and the back wall under the access hole is just bins, storage bins which stop just before the drop down stairs so we can still take the stairs down and go up into the attic if needed. In the far right corner is a big freezer.

Omar and I do our own food shopping.  But, we hide our food.  People in my house hold are inconsiderate. They don’t want to share what they bought but if you buy something they’ll be more than happy to take it all. Since Omar and I are on strict financial terms, it’s a problem when you spend the little money you have on groceries and for other people to use it all. Sharing we don’t mind. But to use it all? Yeah that’s a problem when you don’t have money to go replace it.  So Omar keeps a box full of stuff in the room all the non-perishables . His spam, cans of chef boyarade,mac and cheese,  his bags of rice( the one you boil for 8 mins and its done )…those sorts of things. All the meat products and frozen goods we stash in the big freezer in the garage. We leave it wrapped in the plastic bags from the supermarket and put it all the way in the back of the freezer separated from my parents stuff.  Because my mother is lazy , she never walks to the garage to go into the freezer and bring stuff up. In fact, she’ll send me to do that stuff. So, I know it’s safe there and no one will touch it especially since I’m the main one to go down there.

I sent the hubby to go bring up something to cook last week. He was taking awhile but it was morning and pre- coffee so i said eh, I’m not going to check on him yet.

He finally comes back inside and told me he saw a kitty cat!  He said he was in the freezer digging around and then he just felt like he should look up and so he did. Staring back at him was a cat poking its head out from the access hole.

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Being the Animal Whisper  that he is, he stopped looking through the freezer and started coaxing the cat down. It was vertically climbing down the ladder.

Then it tumbled down the ladder.

So the hubby was trying to move boxes and look behind everything to find it. Since it was a young stray he figured the cat was scared and wouldn’t come out until he was gone so he left a space for the cat to run out through the bins and we left the garage open for a while so it could run out if it needed too.

The next day, I go into the garage full on crazy cat lady style doing my best cat calls and climbing over the storage bins to see if the cat was still there.

I would have brought cat food but we have a raccoon problem and I didn’t want to attract any of those.

I can’t recall if i shared all the raccoon shenanigans on my blog so I’ll write a separate post on that  sometime in the future. But, we had raccoons in the garage attic before. After Sandy, we had the garage roof repaired and so animals that had been living up there were evicted.

Raccoons are the only animal I do not like. True, I have grown softer towards them having encountered a mother raccoon desperately trying to take care of her five babies.  But, still raccoons and I don’t have a good relationship.

This is how you all view raccoons.

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And this is how i see them

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So it occurred to me ,while I was directly under the access hole, that if a cat got inside the garage than maybe something else did too.

Maybe a raccoon got inside as well.

And Then I looked up….

As I’m in the process of looking up i hear a thud and start screaming. Okay cursing is more like it. I said “SHITTTTTTT” to be precise and ducked and covered my head all the while hopping over the bins and running away.

I thought a raccoon was going to drop on my head.

What really happened. My dad decided at that moment to pull down the drop stairs.

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What the hell dude. I told him ” What the hell dad! I thought an animal was going to fall on my head! No sudden movements!”

I’m not going to lie. I was pretty fricking scared.  The only animal I do no like ( raccoon) and I have an abundant encounters with them. I’m glad this wasn’t one of them.

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The Real New York ( Introduction Part 1)

This month’s Matters Most honoree Rebecca from Art of Stumbling  has challenged me to a blog post. She wants me to write about New York City.

My initial reaction to the request was “Sweet! This is easy!” The month is almost over and i realized I have too much to say. So this is PART ONE of my New York series. I also realized how much of a typical New Yorker I am. I take my city for granted. I thought I had a million photos of NY and the buildings and sites. What i actually have is a million photos of my face and your lucky if you catch  a glimpse of light in the background.  So for one of these parts( when i have time and money) I will go on a tourist day to take pictures (no face shots, promise) and show you The Real New York.

I realize even in my blog here, i write about daily things and places with the assumption every one is familiar with New York. That’s not true and fair especially considering the bulk of my active followers are from the UK.

So let’s start by saying this: I’m from Queens. One of the boroughs of New York. New York City is the borough known as Manhattan and  is what you see on all the movies and TV shows. For the most part ,they are OKAY depictions of Manhattan. But it isn’t always so fabulous. For us that live here, sometimes it is annoying. We walk around in a hurry, cars drive to fast and reckless making a left hand turn from 3 lanes over in the right lane,  cars dont let you cross the street, we cross the street without looking. It’s a mess.  In some of the “popular places” everyone is very blase and in a hurry and the streets are flooding with annoyance. Some people are inconsiderate and literrally spoke walking and you bump right into them. Others walk straight out of a store into the flow of people walking and stop. Others yet simply are walking and then decide they don’t want to walk that direction anymore and turn around without consideration to the people walking behind them. We don’t look up at our buildings and skyscrapers. We hustle from the train to the destination and from the destination to our homes.

Queens, Brooklyn and the Bronx are the surrounding boroughs and these are more residential than Manhattan. Sure, we have our supermarkets and clubs and bars, movie theaters and shopping centers. But, it’s not as glamorous as Manhattan. Almost everyone through the bulk of their outings prefer to go into the city.It’s actually easier too. Especially when meeting up with friends that live in various places throughout Brooklyn and Queens. Everyone can take a train and meet up with almost the same commuting time and distance.

But there is also Staten Island which you literally either have to have a car to drive over the bridge too or take the ferry- across the water.  There is Long Island which is more of townships and you need a car to drive everywhere.  But at least long island is accessible with the Long Island Rail Road. There is also upstate New York which us inner city folk think of as the country like lands.

The best part about New York City and the surrounding boroughs is the accessibility with trains and buses. In an hour, you can get anywhere. Sure, having a car is great and convenient , but it’s not a necessity.  In my neighborhood, I can walk four blocks to the main avenue and within 10 blocks in either direction I have everything I could possibly need. Supermarket( actually there is 3 ) , pharmacies , doctors, dry cleaners, laundry mats, clothing stores, a million and one dollar stores, deli’s at ever corner , liquor stores, fast food places and restaurants  Also, there is the main train station and a variety of buses I can take to take me wherever I need to go.  Most of the time, its easier to take the train or a bus than to drive because of traffic, parking or it’s simply cheaper to buy a weekly metro card for 30 bucks then spend all that gas money. What most people do, we take public  transportation for the menial tasks and destinations and save the driving for fun things like going shopping or the beach. The only reason I want a car is for food shopping. It’s a bitch paying attention to what you can and cannot get because you have to carry bags walking home.

But, that’s another good thing I love. Walking. It is a very real option. We have sidewalks. Crosswalks. Street lights. So like the other night the hubby and I went out to a visit a friend and we stupidly checked the wrong schedule  for the bus. WE arrived at the bus stop around 4am and we thought the bus was going to arrive 420ish but when we checked the schedule on the post it actually said 459am. So, it was cold and we said we’ll walk a bit , a couple stops to waste time. We ended up just walking all the way home.

OLD picture of me, circa 2004, sitting on train station stairs

That’s another thing. They  call it the city that never sleeps for a reason. The MTA is always running. Sure, it’s always messed up with detours and rerouting and at night time it takes forever for the train to come. But, it eventually does. SO if you live in an outer borough and you don’t have many options for “fun times” or hanging out, we can always hop a train to Manhattan for more options. It makes being young fun and eventful.  Cabs are always an options too.
In Manhattan we have the yellow cabs. They rarely like to take fares out of Manhattan but you can always find one that does. For the outer city boroughs there are local cab companies and they will take you anywhere. Bars and lounges are typically open til 4am ( everyday of the week) but some places stay open later. They’re always 24 hours restaurants and dinners.

***Okay, so now I have explained some of the basic facts about New York which will make the following posts easier to understand. I’ll conclude this post for now. Part two I will take you on to some SITES that I have pictures of. Then I actually will be going places to take pictures and share the stories and images with you. SOME of the images in this post are mine, the others were plucked from google using various generic search terms.

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My Prisoner

So, this is my dog Bianca

She was rescued a a little over a year and half ago. Literally ,brought to our door step by a neighbor. He saw my dad ( who was recently ill and recovering from heart surgery) outside everyday and thought he was lonely and had no family so asked him if he wanted the dog. My dad then calls me 730 in the morning and told me to come meet my dog. Thinking he is having a stroke side affect I opened my room door and go to stairs and I see this ball of fluff running up the stairs.

  She isn’t always an easy dog to have.  But she is by far the greatest. I love her so much. She is such a character with the biggest personality ever.

We thought she was Pomeranian.  She was abandoned and mistreated by her original owners and the only paper work  she had was from a breeder in NJ , receipt of purchase , one sole ripped and ragged paper.  Pomeranian was written as the breed.

However, Pomeranian never felt right to us. She is a small dog, but not that small. Her snout is longer than a typical dog of the Pom breed.  We just figured she was mixed and not purebred.

I didn’t care too much because I love her. I love her little furry face. I love her waking me up ( at ungodly early hours) by licking my face and poking me with  her cold wet nose. And when that doesn’t work, she nibbles my nose.

But the other day, Omar comes running into the room like “OMG i nailed! I nailed Bianca’s breed!”

German Spitz. Cousin to the Pomeranian. I immediately research the breed and its SO Bianca. I think we found her breed.  The characteristics especially.

Bianca doesn’t like to cuddle with me. She doesn’t jump all over me. So, I have to hold her captive. She is my prisoner, my hostage.

She loves to cuddle with Omar. She jumps all over him. She has no obedience with me.  I call her and she barely even looks at me. Omar looks at her and she goes running. No matter how many times i try to train her, teach her, she just doesnt see me as Alpha. Only Omar has respect from her, he is like the freaking Dog Whisper. He loves her to pieces, but sometimes he gets annoyed with all the kisses and being jumped all over.

I am jealous of all the licks and cuddles he gets.  Sometimes she’ll look me dead in the eye like” yeah , I’m with daddy AND WHAT” She loves me, i know this. But im a sentimental person and I love to cuddle. So, that’s when I hold her prisoner. Sometimes she’ll immediately lick my face a couple of times, taking pitty on me.  Either way, this is my dog, Bianca. I love her and treat her better than I treat myself. I would spend my last dollar on her and I feed her before I feed myself. So even though she can be a diva, she is MY diva.

Me trying to get Bianca to take a picture with me.

She is just not having it, wont take a picture. LOL

Chatty!

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Ok, so i had the awesome idea to pop a bottle wine in the freezer so i  could kick back and relax tonight. I have been in the “fuck it” mood. Don’t want to do anything. Stress about anything.

Oh, I have loads to do, and lots going on and buckets to stress over.

But, some stuff I cannot put off -anymore.

SO, I want to have my last ” fuck it” day  before i start tackling some of it tomorrow. I work the next 3 days so I do not want nor need anything else to do beside that.

SO, I go about my duties, cook, clean and take of care of house stuff and spend some time with Bianca.

It’s that time of year again. It has begun. Shedding. So I’ve been brushing her for long times a few times a day to help lessen a mouth of stray dog hair.

Anywho, I had almost forgotten i put a bottle in the freezer.  And it was like ten minutes before my mother comes home from work. I”m 24 , so I’m certainly legal. But, no matter my age she will always have something condescending to say about drinking. So, I hurry up and try to open the bottle.

I hate cork screws!

I couldn’t do it.

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I run upstairs and thrust the bottle in Omar’s face and say HELP ME. In two seconds he got the cork screw out. Only problem the whole cork didn’t come out. It broke in half. So he reinserts the cork screw and pops the rest of the cork screw out.

But dancing in my wine is a million cork flakes and few big pieces for good measure.

I say no biggie and get a napkin, fold it and put it over the bottle and go to pour.

Not a fucking thing came out!

SO i unfold the napkin and try it with a single layer. Still.. nothing.  So Omar hands me a pipe screen and i poked a million holes in the napkin figuring its enough for liquid to come through and the screen will block the flakes.

It blocked the flakes alright, but it also blocked the liquid. So i removed the napkin and tried the screen alone to make sure. And of course nothing.

I look at the flakes swimming in the bottle and i said FUCK IT.

I put the screen at an angle and poured. It worked. It blocked most of the flakes and the pressure from the screen caused the liquid to go around it but the flakes stayed caught in the screen.

I got my drink,

Determination is the key!

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Half a bottle later, I got a case of the chats! I’m chatty! I want to have a conversation. But no one to chat with!

If you are in a chatty mood, feel free to drop me comments

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Order Restored

 

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I’ve been going into work with my shoulders tense. It’s been chaotic. It’s been different since the department manger and one supervisor was repositioned.  Only one of my original supervisors remains and he’s always been on top of his game.

But, he’s been off the past week.

Which is why the last couple of times I’ve worked has been so difficult.

Things have been disorderly.

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So today, I seen him and I was excited to work with him today, I rarely do get to work with him as it is. I mean he is ONE dude, he can’t work open to close 7 days a week. So my little part time hours i usually work with the new supervisor or another supervisor covering the floor.

After the big morning meeting my supervisor pulled out the schedules.

We had our assignments. We had our work and we got it done.  He was always walking around checking up on all the quads too an I didnt have to page for help once today. He was always readily right there when a customer needed him.

At one point he came around to discuss breaks, and timed everything so no one was left alone.

It was great. Work went so much smoother and efficient.  And I told him so.

“it’s great to have you back! You’re so organized…and that’s not being sarcastic!”

But, there was a mishap. No one showed up to work the shoe department. So my supervisor came around all angry and saying he’s going to need help, to put someone there. He asked me if I could open the registers there. I said of course.

So I open the register and then they tell me to hold down the fort.

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Ummmm wait WHAT!

I was about to throw a fit. The shoe department runs differently. Their stock, they have their own. I have no idea about anything about shoes. It’s not like when they randomly ask you to go to a different clothing department, it’s clothes. So you can just go to the rack and pick a size.

A customer came up to me and  just when I was about to flip out, the dude who usually works there showed up.

I said aloud

THANK GOD!

The customer found it hilarious.

I’m all for learning new things, but not under the fly like that because then the customers have to wait. I’m going around like a bumbling idiot trying to get things done fast and get what the customer wants. I feel like an caveman  and I feel incompetent. I look like an illiterate  asshole. It’s not cool. Then when I got things figured out on my own I’m SO thrilled and excited.

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I just want to show it off like LOOK WHAT I DID. But no one got time for that 

But, I was rescued.

As great as being rescued felt, I found something out today. You know the lady I told yall about, the one that talks to her self, violently? Adore her, she works hard and she works good and always helps you out. She has her quirks and I dont judge her for it. She’s different.

But I seen her get out of a car this morning. She was driving. Now, like i said, no judgement. But i couldn’t help but think I will never feel safe to cross the street again.

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I’m In Lust With His Arms

I am in lust with his arm.
Skin that runs
hot
Smooth yet calloused
from years of work
of abuse

I’m in lust, oh fabulous lust

With arms
so strong
and toned

Arms and

hands

Work hands.
Rugged and scarred
Veins straining

With Arms and hands that linger

on me.

Comfort me.

Caress me
Satisfy me

Protects me

Pleases me.

Strong , abused arms. Arms that are his.

Oh I’m in lust with his arms.

Arms that can be strong
hold me so tight
Arms that can be light as a feather

Arms that are his.

I’m in lust with his arms.

Spilt Wine

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So, from my previous post you probably know I had a tiring day friday night. I wanted nothing more to come home and have a nice big glass of  liquor.

That didn’t happen. I didn’t have any liquor. So i settled for venting via blogging and eating a bag of chips.

I was off of work today and I was just tired. Physically yes, but mostly mentally. Not just from work, but from life. So I spent the day in bed mostly. Watched the season finale of Shameless and two episodes of Revolution so I’m caught up on all my shows.

But, i really wanted that drink.  But, on a part time retail pay check, I just can’t afford to spend the 20 something bucks on a bottle of liquor. Plus, the drinking will make me smoke a few extra ciggys and I don’t have extra ciggy money in the budget.

So, watching mindless TV all day was helping a bit.

Then i said fuck it.

I went downstairs to the bar. I figured I could find a little of SOMETHING to make a drink. I knew I was out of all the good stuff. I have all the mixers , peach snaps , triple sec, sour mix, sweet and sour mix. I was looking maybe for a shot of whiskey or tequila. So i open the bar doors and found nothing but empty bottles.

What the fuck. I don’t keep empty bottoms. I have no idea who drained my little stash. My dad notices me and he comes over and starts looking through his bar stash. It was wiped out too.

SO that left only the wine stash.

You know the stuff people give you as a last-minute gift. Mostly stuff my mother brought home from work accumulated over the years or part of the cheese gift basket. Cheap wine. Mixture of red and white. Some of them were literally 2 bucks a bottle.

I said fuck it, and grab the first non cork bottle I see. I hate opening corks, i can never work the cork screw.  I then throw the bottle in the freezer.

A little bit later i take a oh so fashionable plastic cup and the bottle upstairs. I pour myself a drink.

I drank my first cup and just laid down sipping my drink. It was divine.

The hubby comes back into the room and as i pour my second cup we watch a comedy special, Louis C k.  Fucking hilarious.

After the special I pour the third and final cup. The hubs went to sleep and I’m watching TV waiting for 12 for a movie to start on HBO.

I fuss around and finally find a really comfy spot. Perfect amount of blanket on and blanket off making just the right temperature for my comfort. The right amount of pillow fluff and support. I was feeling pretty freaking relaxed and unburdened.

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I reach over to my cup and when i pick it up it got hit against something else on the night stand.
Liquid proceeded to fall all over my arm, pillow, and bed with a splash on my blanket for good measure. I immediately started cursing. I actually thought for a second if I could manage with all the wine wetness.

Some more cursing, I get up and grab a towel and start moping up the wine. Aggressively.

The hubs manages to sleep through all this.

I’m not upset over the spilt wine.

I’m upset over the lost comfort. It was that rare moment of comfort.

Now Lost forever.

At-least I still have half a cup of wine left.

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