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Well the years start coming and they don’t stop coming

Posted on by Shawshank

Good morning, me hearties! It’s Friyay! We freakin made it! It’s a grey day here in TinyTown. This morning my dad left for work early today so I got dressed and grabbed my lunch, leaving a note for my mom, and headed over to The Flat. Coffee is brewing, and I’m about to listen to some NPR.

The beautiful one, Crystal, found a kick ass shower curtain, and a tapestry for me. They arrived yesterday, and at lunch I hung up the shower curtain. And spread out the tapestry on my bed.

Wow. I love them both!

I work tomorrow, but it’s a quick shift. I’m not looking forward to it, but hey, I only work 2 Saturday’s a month. So it’s not that bad.

Today is a good day, to have a good day. Happy Friyay!!!!

So give them blood, blood, gallons of the stuff

Posted on by Shawshank

Good morning everyone. This week is moving quickly, but freakingly slow at the same time. And that’s annoying. And it feels like I’m a day a head. I’m thinking it’s Friday, but sadly, it’s only Thursday.

Maybe it’s because I’m looking forward to my short week next week. It’s just been a long week so far. Physical week so far. Lots of moving furniture around.

But other than that, nothing much is new. I have coffee, and warmth, so with that, here’s another couple of commas, and have a great day!

But not a real green dress, that’s cruel

Posted on by Shawshank

Guess who’s back? Back again. Shawshank’s back. Nah, I wouldn’t say I’m back. It’s hard to be back, when I haven’t left.

Work was pretty good yesterday. Tuesday’s are always hard. I feel like I’m behind the 8-ball because I don’t really know when I’m walking into. But as always, we made it through. And here we are, Wednesday.

Hump day. Day of the humps.

I hear my coffee is just about finished. So that’s my hint. Have a great, great Wednesday everyone! Especially, you!

The stars at night are big and bright (clap, clap, clap, clap) Deep in the heart of Texas

Posted on by Shawshank

Good morning! It’s the start of another work week here. I miss my heated mattress pad. I woke up cold cold COLD this morning. It’s my fault though, I didn’t realize it would get as cold as it did with the window open. Granted, it’s not open much, but it’s open enough for me to wake up with diamond hard neeps. Seriously, do you need some glass cut?

Last full week of me living at Shady Acres. I go through phases of being really excited, really scared, and worrying about my mom and family. My mom joke about having to go through the whole “empty nest syndrome” all over again, but you can tell she’s going to miss me. She says I do a lot around the place to help. I guess I do. I don’t see it, but she does.

Coffees ready!

I hope y’all have a great day!

Hold up my balloons and cover up my face

Posted on by Shawshank

‘Scuse me, while I rant a while.

One day, one day soon I hope, I won’t get messaged on every one of my days off from people at work. Yep, Saturday, Sunday, and today, Monday, I got messages. Saturday, it was almost a stream of consciousness from NewGirl. Stop. Look. And find it yourself. Can’t find the keys? Use the freakin master keys. Jesus.

Yesterday, and today, I got messaged from BossLady. Today she’s actually at the store. Look. You’ll find it, I promise. Yesterday, I think she was fishing for me to go in and find something for her. That’s gonna be a no from me, dawg. I was wrestling a mattress in to The Flat. By myself.

On a less annoying note, my moms working in a new quilt. My gramma comes in and stops and stares. “Did you know I did all the embroidery on that?” Yes gramma I was here when you did it all. “I don’t remember how long it took me to do that. I must have been real patient.” It doesn’t matter how long it took you. You had fun making it. “What’s that in dads chair? It’s a weird animal with its head upside down.” Its a cat, gramma, it’s sleeping.

I know I’ll probably eat my words, but it is so peaceful at The Flat. Quiet. I talk to Toaster. He’s a good boy. I sat there this morning in silence. I was smiling. No random conversations. No aggressive clearing of throats. No people having loud conversations with the cats at 7am. Just silence.

There. Just had to get that off my chest. I feel better! Thanks for listening!