I need a break

WOAH It has definitely been a long time since I last wrote in here. Hmmm where to start. Lets begin with August and then work our way into my usual subject of working my ass off.

On August 12th I turned 30 years old. It was one of the best birthdays that I have had in years. My mother had come to town to visit in the beginning of August and left 2 days after my birthday. My husband threw me a family birthday party a day before my birthday. We had it at my house. My mother and I cooked dinner. I was unaware of anything. At this party was my mother, my husband, his grandmother, his mothers x-husband, and my 2 sister-in-laws. For presents I received 2 dvds, pots and pans, a video camera, a camera bag, and 4 tapes. I have already used up all the tapes and bought 2 more that I filled up. We went to the bar on the night of my birthday. He had invited all his friends to make it a big bash for me. I know almost all of them, there was only one that I really wish would have come and he didn't. (You know who you are) I got sloshed. I had eight shots of aftershock, two bacardi razz, four blowjobs, and a mystery drink. I was doing really well until the final shot of aftershock, that was drank out of a cup with a penis for a handle. I was barely able to walk. As I was in the bathroom Joy my husbands best friends sister came in to check on me. I told her to tell Jerry that it was time to leave and that I would be in the bed of the truck if he needed me. All the guys came to my rescue that night, they made me sit up (TY YOU ALEX) and gave me a small piture of water, that I stole (THANK YOU WHOEVER). One decided it would be more fun to flash her tits at me while I sat in the passenger seat waiting to leave. That offended my mother. A week later I was talking about that night with someone and they told me that every shot of Aftershock was a double, basically making it 16 shots instead. No wonder I was visiting King John for 10 minutes. I am very lucky to have not had a hangover the next day as I had to work from 12-8. I was also happy my mother was there, as my husband has never dealt with me that freakin waisted. Well neither has she but she has been around people. I did not vomit at home or on the drive home but I guess I was yelling something about me being the mother and it is supposed to be me taking care of people not people taking care of me. MMMMMMMMmmmmmmk yeah.

August 30th was my husbands birthday he turned 33. As usual I went all out on him, or attempted to. I had bought him a hat and a shirt a month and a half before his birthday. It was supposed to be given to him on his birthday but I just could not wait to give them to him. I had been working at another studio that has an airbrush store and an embroidery store. I had a baseball cap made for him that has a western diamondback rattlesnake on it. Thankfully I can adjust the colors of it so it made it even more awesome. The the shirt I got him he could wear at work. I had told the guy I wanted something dealing with a reptile and a computer, because those are my husbands passions. He said he could make a cartoon lizard. I was like whatever how much. Through the day I watched the progress of the shirt and he did a phenomenal job. WAY beyond my expectations. He drew an iguana sitting in a lawn chair at a table that has a computer on it. It had sunglasses on and a martini in its claw, with his tail wrapped around a little pencil. The colors were vivid and the artistry was phenomenal. For his birthday he received 2 pairs of Levi Strauss jeans, 2 pairs of boxers, a diamondbacks shirt, and I even threw him a birthday party. Though it was before his birthday. I invited just about everyone in his phone book, but not nearly as many arrived for his. Even his best friend Matt didn't come. But he had lots of fun and drank an awful lot. And the more he drank the more he insisted on telling everyone that he was better than me because he had not thrown up yet or passed out. I ended up driving one of his friends home because he was too waisted to drive. He was adamant that he was not going to leave his car there so we had a friend, Jimmy, who took my husband and followed me while I drove JerHemys car. Then drove us back to the bar so I could get my truck. At the bar Jerry passed out in the bed of the truck. I wanted so bad to get a picture of it but the video camera was full.

On September 22nd we drove to California for a Guns N Roses concert. I was a VERY long 2 days. I had to work till 7pm on Friday. The night before I had to pack for the trip. Knowing how much Jerry hates that I fall asleep when on car rides I stayed awake for the whole duration of the trip. I had soft snoozing here and there but none that really put me out. We arrived in California at 1 am and got something to eat with a friend of ours who lives near there. Staying around for bout an hour we went looking for a motel. We ended up sleeping in a dirt lot, behind a gas station, around the corner from the arena, with rigs and other vehicles. First we had a hard time falling asleep because the seats do not recline flat. Then we had to deal with the Santa Ana winds that blow 50+ miles an hour, in gusts. After that it was the rigs leaving. Then the sun beating through the windows cooking us. Around 11am we woke up. Changing clothes and cleaning up the truck we drove over to the McDonalds for breakfast and ice. A guy was selling concert shirts for ten dollars each. We bought 4 shirts from him. After we got home we found 2 defects with the shirt but oh well what can we do. We also bought 2 shirts from the concert a t-shirt and a halter top. We arrived at the arena around 1pm. We had to walk a mile up a steep incline just to get into line. Then we were frisked where they stole our lighters (but kept the cigarettes) and took my husbands usb swiss army knife. Thankfully I always keep a lighter in my bra. I was not so into the bands that were playing. Alice in Chains was one of the two that I know, but primarily Guns N Roses is the only one that I gave a damn about. Axl was supposed to come on at 10pm. Of course and as always he was late. The crowd started to get rowdy and they turned the house lights off at 10:15 making people thinking it was starting. Bout three minutes after that I sat back down. I tried to get Jerry to sit down but he was positive that it was going to start. Five minutes later he sat down too. That is when all hell broke loose. Around 10:30pm people who were seated around us started looking behind them. Monkey see monkey do. We turned around to see that the people in the lawn were throwing stuff into the seats. (Like it is our fault he wasn't there). Jerry and I stood up to avoid being hit and someone chucked a full bottle of water at us. He swung his arm at it and it hit the side of his right hand making it bruise. We stepped out into the walkway and security told us to get back into our seats. Being as I was exhausted and now dodging debree I argued back saying that I wouldn't as I liked the way my head looked. He explained that we didn't have to sit down but we did have to at least stand in our row. (sigh) After bout five minutes I grabbed Jerry and drug him to the front of our section. We went from row Y to row B. Some debree still made it down to there but not as much as before. From there we watched fires get started and stuff on fire get thrown into the seated areas. Finally around 10:50 Guns N Roses finally came on stage. Thanks to Jerry I know ALL the words to the songs and parts of the new stuff from Chinese Democracy. It was the first time all night that I was actually focused and into the show. I was in extreme pain half way through them. My feet were hurting me so bad that I was imitating a flamingo. I was literally crying from the pain. After the show we ran (or I attempted) to run down the hill that was a mile to see if we can catch Axl as he was leaving. I ruined our chance of seeing him because my feet gave out and I couldn't walk anymore. Jerry was so mad at me. I tried really hard to make it the rest of the way I just gritted my teeth and hobbled. I was handicapped. The show was awesome though it was my first Guns N Roses concert ever. We left for home immediately after the show. I could no longer stay awake. The extreme exhaustion just got me.


I finally got a new employee. WOO HOO and she is soooooo awesome. She actually comes to work on time. Maressa is no longer in my store. I evicted her. I had worked a studio and my current boss had come in. I told her that I just could not work with her anymore and I would work seven days a week. Sure enough they moved her to Mcdowell and I worked 15 days without a day off. I got 2 days off which is when I drove to California. Which technically was not a day off as I was busy the whole time. Then I worked 19 days straight. Yeah I was pretty burnt out but I held strong. While working these long days I also have a second job. I believe I started in on September 14 which is a Thursday. Every Thursday through Sunday I work for a Haunted house from the time I get off work until around 1am. It is kinda difficult to do when you got to be at work at 10am the next day for the first job.

In the beginning for job two I was nothing. Basically I would just help the directors pass out water or get stuff for the actors. Most of my time was spent where my husband was, in Psych Ward 7, he played Jackyl from 13 ghosts. Eventually Daryl, the boss of it all, told me that I was to watch over the ward and give them water and such. I did that for a few days but felt that I looked so stupid walking in with plain clothes and talking to the actors and giving them water. So I brought a black shroud in and just covered myself up. Then I got bored with that and started scaring customers too, while taking care of the guys. That is when I started enjoying myself. Because I had no makeup on I would hide in the darkest part of our area and jump at people when they walked by. It worked out well. Though I kept loosing my voice. Eventually I got makeup. I have roughly 4-7 guys working with me at a time. About twice a week one actor per town would receive a prize. All my actors since the opening day have received an award. Even two of my newer guys. Personally I think I should get something as I take care of my actors, scare people, provide food and water, escort or confront people who are misbehaving or touching the actors, and clean up the whole place before we leave. Or at least I thought I took care of everyone good. One night Jerry had to work Slaughterville because they were understaffed. After the show he told me in front of everyone else that he saw the director for that town more than he ever saw me, and she took care of him better than I did. Then he started telling them that if they wanted him for any other areas he would do it. It hurt my feelings. Made me feel like I wasn't doing my job. Though I was always in the same area every day, easy to get assistance from. It made me feel like I wasn't doing anything for anyone, and that he was trying to get away from me. He said he was trying to be nice knowing how low staffed they were but why can't they just take one of our new guys instead of the best one.

Damn this one is not near as long as the other blogs I have written. Oh well I am out of ideas so I am just gonna close this and move onto a new blog.