So A Guy Walks Out of A Bar

And falls down.  Well, actually the woman with him fell down.  And then he fell down.

It was cool and raining, but I promise there was no ice in sight.  The woman's feet flew out from under her, as if she was walking across a frozen lake.  The guy... well, I'm pretty sure that he began leaning as he watched her fall, and just kept leaning.  Until he completed a full face plant into the ground.

Jax, the gentleman he is, tried to help them up.  Their doggie bag of chicken wings were scattered with a few lone wings floating in the pooled water.  They finally both managed to grip the little wall between the porch and the parking lot.  And let me tell you, they were holding on for dear life.

The woman was crying.  A big, 'ole, ugly cry.  The man slipped back down the wall.  Looking for something?  Perhaps.  And then there went his lady friend.  They sat in the water, with sheets of rain pouring down on them, for about 15 minutes.  As I sipped my drink, I watched.

The man finally got up.  And he cranked up his truck.

The situation suddenly wasn't funny anymore.  I went into the bar and spoke with the bartenders- who it turned out had served them 23 shots, and I'm going to assume that was NOT per person.  The bartenders just stared at me like I'd grown another head when I told them that the couple was seemingly going to attempt to drive off in their current state.  Even the owner of the bar acted like he couldn't have cared less.

Finally, the bar manager went outside after them.  He took their keys. 

I am not sure when I have been so disappointed in someone else's morals or ethics or whatever.  Forget that the bar owner could have been sued if, or more likely WHEN, there had been an accident.  I am completely dumbfounded by the fact that anyone could stand there and watch someone so completely trashed get behind the wheel of a car. 

Stopping them from driving out of that parking lot was purely selfish on my part.  Because one day one of my loved ones may be on the road when a drunk leaves a bar.

A Realization

I've been unhappy in my job for a while now.  Switching properties only made it worse.  A couple of days ago I realized that I was just making things harder on myself. 

I got frustrated very easily.  Mostly with coworkers who have no clue what they are doing.  I'm tired of cleaning up messes that others are making.  I don't want to be in this field.  I'm tired of being exhausted when I wake up in the morning because I begin my day so early, stay on the road about 3 hours a day, and then get home just in time to put my baby to bed and get in bed myself.

It is tiring.  But it is no one's fault.  And blaming everyone else, no matter how incompetent they seem to be, wasn't helping.  It was making things worse.

So I've resolved to try and make the best of it.  It won't change the mind-numbing monotony of my day.  And it won't make the questions that literally pain me any less tedious.  But maybe it will help me to not feel like I'm about to jump out of my skin every day.  Maybe I won't fly into a murderous rage when someone cuts me off on the interstate- well, I will probably do that anyway.

But you know what else?  I actually found that I kind of like the coworker who was driving me bat shit crazy.  She really is nice and she is trying to learn.  Maybe I should just get over myself and try to turn this situation around.

The Most Beautiful Word

I guess, is not really a word at all.  It is actually just letters... sounds... strung together... all mashed up.  Mmmmmmmmamamamamamama.  Ma Ma.  Mama.  Momma.  However you want to spell it.  It is the best word.  Ever.

And even though it mostly comes when he is whiny, unlike the happy Dadadadadada in the mornings, it is still the best part of my day. 

Better than that?  When he says it as he is working so hard to make it out of the living room and into the kitchen where I am cooking.  Or when I'm sitting on the couch and he wants to be with me instead of on the floor playing.  Or when the tears are flowing and nothing can make it right except me holding him.

My sweet boy.  He loves his Mama.  But not possibly as much as I love him.

The Prince and I

Or I guess, more appropriately, I should just say...

PRINCE

As in, I got concert tickets.  I am SO excited!!!  More than likely, I will forget my camera.  And my BlackBerry sucks at taking pictures.  But OHMIGAWD I'm going to see PRINCE!

I have no doubt that this is going to be one hell of a show.  If you've seen him live, please weigh in!  Tell me all about it!

The Ides Of March

I am totally being 'ware (beware... whatever).  And, on that note, instead of just waiting for things to happen, which it seems I always am, I'm going to focus on the here and now.

Or maybe on doing my best each work day, so that I can simply- and hopefully quickly- make it to the weekend.

What does this have to do with the Ides of March?  Not sure.  Perhaps, for me, it is more about being AWARE.  Ummm, am I talking in circles?  I feel like I am.  Doesn't matter, I don't feel like editing today.  So, being aware... being focused... making things happen... just living... not always waiting for something better to come along, but actually making things better.

I've got this big thing with karma lately.  You know, like if I do "this" then surely I will be granted/achieve/get what the hell I want "this."  Isn't that how it works?  I guess if it means I'm always trying to do the right thing, then maybe it isn't such a bad thing to ponder.

Uh-oh, Caesar just walked in the door.  Gotta run.

Whew!

I apologize for being so neglectful, but y'all... I can't remember the last time I was so busy!  Here is a rundown:

• LJ has a really bad ear infection.
• My Stella and Dot adventure is going REALLY well!  (Yay!  And PS. let me know if you would like to host a trunk show or online party!)
• I won a Baby Einstein Discovery Kit by simply retweeting- and be sure to follow @BabyEinstein on Twitter if you want to enter one of their contests.  Okay, that wasn't really chaotic.
• I'm working on a new property and things are a mess and I've been put in an impossible place and it is making me crazy.  I mean, y'all, someone might lose their job.  Thankfully, that someone is not me.  But still.
• We had LJ's Christening and fed the masses.  Fun, but tiring.
• Jax had a bachelor party, so I stayed with my parents.  They were kind enough to take us in for the weekend.

This is all over a span of like 2 weeks.  And finally, hopefully, things are calming down a little... oh wait, nope, I totally forgot that Round 2 is coming up.

Take a deep breath AJ....

I'm going to focus on the fact that I will be lunching, in the warm Southern sunshine, with one of my besties on Sunday!  Ghostman on 3rd, otherwise known as Joy, will be meeting me for some frosty beverages at Red's Icehouse.  And if it weren't wishing my entire weekend away I would say "I CAN'T WAIT!!!"  If I remember, which is always a big IF, I will take tons of pictures to post.  Well, of Joy anyway because she is gor-geous and so much fun.

Now, I just have to make it through Friday!

Curveballs

I feel like they are coming at me from all directions.  Just when you think you've got a handle on things, you know?  Curveballs.  Bitches.  Frowny face.

Anyone got a bat I can borrow?

What I would like to do is ignore everything and delve into a new book.  Or just catch up on my blog reading.  Pretty much anything to find some sort of escape from my current hell.  That being work.

Maybe if I can get a solid night of sleep tonight, then just maybe I will be able to come in tomorrow and knock these issues out of the park.

Maybe.

Or maybe not.

And then it starts to make me bitchy.  I hate it when I'm like that.