I Forgot my Password. Alright?

So here we are. It's been 5 months since I last blogged here. I couldn't remember the log in or anything.

Most of my badly behaved antics had been happening on Youtube... I bought a puppet (did I mention the puppet the last time I was here?) And she's a real piece of work. heh.

As of 3ish weeks ago, I'm on hiatus from the thrift store. NO, I didn't do anything BAD... lol. My own businesses are just so busy in summer, that it's difficult to be standing behind the counter or touching ALL THE THINGS for hours. Hours that I could be working on my own stuff.

I recently met a dude who does home renovations and is a home builder too. I gave him my step fathers number, as he said he was looking for brick layers for his business. I hope that works out. I'll get brownie points. I figure at some point I'll hire him for basement renovations  - you know, so I can have a proper craft room. Dungeons are cool and all... but I'm not fond of spiders.

I have more to tell you....

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SEVEN HOURS WASTED.

I do this thing. I've always done it. I'm feeling like I MUST catch the reigns on it soon. Because it's utter bullshite.

So, this morning I had an appointment at 9:45am. That took me to 10:30. I was out of the office before 11am.

My NEXT appointment isn't until 6pm. (At a different office. I got THREE JOBS!)

It's currently almost 4pm as I write this. Now. Ask me what I did all day.

To be fair, I did pop into the office to change my window display from Winter to Spring, took stock of what linens I needed there. I popped into the bank. I came home and put a load of laundry on.

Other than that, I've been sitting here, in my work clothes, surfing, listening to music... and watching the clock. Waiting till it's time to leave for my next appointment.

I have always done this thing. I feel like I can't get into anything at home, because I will miss my next appointment. Even though today, there was SEVEN HOURS between appointments. A seven hour gap with nothing in my dayplanner.

All of my jobs are part time jobs. The thrift store shift now, is routinely 1 to 5. It's a four fucking hour long shift. I sit here ALL MORNING, waiting to get ready for it. Not even kidding.

I have an entire work space to move into my bedroom. (This is a long story for another time.) And I am sitting here. Waiting.

What is UP with that?

The answer could easily be that I put in my dayplanner: "Sew monkeys."

I wonder if it would make a difference?


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Hot Flashes for the Masses.

It cracks my shit up when stuff like this happens. Thanks for the note about your donation.

I was thinking about taking it. Because I FREEZE at night. But then the though of this lady sweating all over it.. Nah.

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Viking Aggression.

So. Netflix has a groovy ass show called The Last Kingdom.. or some shit like that. It's about Vikings. Sexy sexy assed vikings with motherfucking face tattoos, who describe the sex act in words like "Plowing" and "Humping."

These things make my aggressive and somewhat pissed self happy.

Someone had the balls to suggest that I NEEDED Unconditional Love in my life. And I don't know if it's because I watched two episodes of this viking show last night, or if this is pure offense, but MOTHER FUCKER, who says I don't HAVE unconditional love in my life???

Just because my life looks like nothing this person was used to seeing, doesn't mean I'm not well rounded in my own, very unique way.

Fuck that noise.

And fuck this axe that came into the thrift store, that I DIDN'T buy, because the weird grade-2 style skull put me off. WHO am I going to SMITE with that thing? They'll laugh me off the battle field.

Just fuck it.

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Cocks. No, For Real This Time.

There were a tonne of clothes to put away today. I was sorting through the new items on the rack to put in their proper categories... when THIS HAPPENED....

What are this?

 I had to look.. and look again. And then I laughed so hard, if I hadn 't squeezed all my girl parts tight,  I would have peed a little.

Are those.... PINK PENISES ON THESE JAMMY PANTS???

 OMG. Yes. Hundreds of pink happy Cocks. complete with Scrotum. And I wondered how hard the Boss Lady laughed when she actually put them on a hanger and put them in the pile of items to go onto the floor.... Maybe she thought I would purchase them for myself. I did not, however. I put them RIGHT at the front of the ladies pajama rack... Oh yes.

It was seniors day today. I wonder how many seniors peed their Depends when the came across them.

Life is Good.

Grace.

Extra Hours. Ribbit.

So. The Ex Man is going to be running a hot dog cart this summer. (actually, the plan is for this to happen from April till end of October.) This means he won't be working in the store. This means the Boss Lady gave me dibs on more hours.

And I took them. Instead of being 2 days a week, and one weekend a month, It looks like I now have 4 days a week, and definately the one Saturday or Sunday, but maybe more. And the hours are extended from a 5 hour shift to a 6 hours shift. I am good with this. So is my Visa and Mastercard. Which I lived off of all winter long.

It was pointed out to me that, although I earn $60 an hour when doing tarot, and $45 an hour with Reflexology... and this job is about $11.50 an hour... that THIS JOB is the one I can plan around. This is the one I can count on. The other two things I do are lovely, but I never know when I'll have work.

Did I lose you with all of the numbers?

Look. Here's a Kitchen Bull Frog.

Bull Frog. Get it?

All you gotta know is that it means I'll have more opportunity to find wacky ass shit to take photos of, and maybe I'll be inspired to feel connected again. (I've sort of had my head up my own ass at the Thrift Store lately. Don't feel like playing. Almost no bad behaviour at all...)

Also. The Bull Frog totally came home with me.

Grace.

Sultry Pirate Cock

Arrrrgh, young lady, yes indeed, this beauty here is my very own brass pirate ship. 

 

Would ye like to come aboard?

Look at the legs on this guy. He made me laugh. Even though he's doing his very best to be a sultry pirate cock. I put him on our facebook page, and he SOLD. For a dollar.

I hope it didn't hurt his pride.

Grace.