Author: Shawshank

I’m just a 40-something bearded guy trying to get a fresh start.

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I’m just bitching in this post. Nothing to see here. Move along.

I’m tired. I don’t think I’m sleeping well at all. It’s also cold out there with high winds. So all the old people have to come in and have a pithy comment about how it’s not spring and that it’s actually still winter. They deliver these comments like they thought them up all by themselves, and not something we’ve heard 6 times before they came in would be great.

Life would be a lot better if my coworkers would come in just a couple of minutes early on grocery day. That way I’m not having a train run on me with people outside wanting all my attention. Then I don’t have to come in and ring the people out. When I finally get back to what I was doing. The coworker that rolled in late is already working on it. Oh, and if the coworker that actually came in on time would listen for the bell, instead of breaking down the cardboard boxes, life would be a lot better. It would also be better if the whole town wouldn’t roll in all at the same time and be freakin needy. And the asshole that said the hose would be long enough because he too lazy to actually pull up on the right side, I’d be a happy camper.

I’m tired. I’m really sore for some reason too. I just wish that I could sleep ALL THE WAY THROUGH THE NIGHT. Why is that so much to ask for. I’m tired of waking up any where from an hour to 10 minutes before the alarm goes off.

But here’s my number, so call me, maybe

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It’s been a long freakin day. Up at 4am, at work at 5:30, and then worked two hours over time because we’re short handed and the next guy didn’t come in until 3:45. So now I’m finally home. the last two hours went by so slowly.

It’s been raining all day. I’m now blocking two heat vents. One with my shoes, and another with my gloves. Everything else is being washed and dried at this time.

I’m in my comfy clothes now. Dinner will be soon. Then I’m just going to be a lump, and do nothing other than cooking dinner. I think I’ll ask Crystal if she can do the dishes. I’m cold and tired with just a slight headache.

So lay your cards down, down, down, down, oh

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Good morning/afternoon, or evening if you prefer. I’m home once again from work. It was a little busier today, because we’re closed on Sundays. So that was a nice thing. Course when you’re busy, it’s harder to stick, and clean. But that’s ok.

It’s starting to get warmer in the mornings, which is nice. It’s windy, and it’s supposed to be windy for the rest of the week. Thankfully l, I don’t have any hair to get messed up.

This morning I was wide ass awake at 4:15. My alarm is set for 4:30. So the minutes clicked by as I tried my hardest to actually fall asleep again. Sleep came just as the alarm went off.

My parents are in CapitalCity for some cancer screenings. I guess my dad will be getting 5 days of chemo in a row. He’ll be staying at the hospital, I don’t know if my mom will be stay with him. If so, I’ll be feeding the kitties while they’re gone.

Cancer fucking sucks.

Ok. Now to decide if I want to nap or whatnot.

I want you smothered, want you covered – like my Waffle House hash browns

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Good Sunday morning people. It’s bright, and very very sunny outside this morning, and Pippin is already looking out the back door.

The coffee has been brewed. And chore day has officially started. The cats litter box has already been cleaned out for the kids. Chaucer prefers that the box gets cleaned right away because, he doesn’t like anything that he’s deemed “unclean”.

That’s right, everyone. After a week, chore day is back in full effect. I’m thinking of stripping the bed, and washing the sheets this week. We’ll see. Laundry will be a started in a little while.

Before brunch gets started today, we’ll be making some waffles. Then we’ll be able to get to the meat and potatoes of the brunch. Waffles for the Queen. And we have enough supplies to do the usual double order.