With the storms and work I haven't gotten a chance to sit at my computer in weeks. Things have been happening everywhere. Where on earth would someone start. Even as I sit here, admittingly(?) whilst on the potty, dogs are playing kids are running around. Life doesn't stop for people like me to document it.
Gabe's
A local area was doing a massive interview with hiring on the spot. The catch was the area I live in is mainly made up of people who are on drugs, welfare, and obviously don't have a job. Also the way the hiring was set up was completely wonky. We arrived(Morgan and I) at about 7:30 to the kind woman I nanny for to get our faces put on. She made us un-terrifying and we set off to the interviews. The entire parking lot of the hotel was blocked with people. I won't lie I parked in the cleaning crews spot behind the building. We stood in the sun in a parking lot for 8 1/2 hours. It was about 93 with little to no wind. People everywhere on the asphalt making it three hundred times hotter. We stood, and listened to the people who were so high they couldn't stop laughing or telling the same stories over, and over. People we had never met would tell us about their kids, their kids' friends, their kids' teachers' boyfriends. If I wasn't in dire need of a second job I may have hit someone that day. We get inside, first interview went well, sends me to the next. The second man then says that all the spots available for my area are completely filled and he has nothing for me, not even a chance to speak to the man..Morgan is at the table next to mine, she gets a job. For the same thing I was told was filled. I go outside and stand for three more hours waiting on her. I'm proud she got her first job. But what the hell was that Lady Luck.Let's Fourth of July
Fourth of July is a giant American holiday where we send flaming colorful explosions into the air all weekend to celebrate just how awesome and amazing we truly are now that we are our own nation. (and they say Americans are cocky) Honestly it is a day where I am usually surrounded by family who have been drinking since the 1st of July. This year however I spent it at a cookout with my boyfriends family. In other-words I hung out with strangers and barely spoke. I oddly enjoyed it. They played horseshoes while the women set up a yummy buffet of food I can't eat. My BFF Jill (my boyfriends mother) was kind enough to bring things for me to eat just in case. We set off small completely legal fireworks and I got to drive my drunken beard and his brother back to the house. They complained the entire way home.Take a moment to appreciate that as I am writing this a six year old ball of angry girl just came SCREAMING through the house at her brother. An mess of Minecraft and world of Kung-fu threats is going on. Kids are beautiful and sweet creatures.
Back to whatever the hell I was talking about. -OH- That's right, I was just getting to the 5th of July.So The Beard wakes up completely void of a hangover and wants to fish. So we fish. Then we get a phone call. A friend wants to fish. So he comes to fish. Well our pound has been fished out I believe. So he says lets go to the river-bend. What is that I think to my other personalities that are in my head all listening. We leave right then. Reunite him with his father. The River-bend is a large, very large, community of trailers and motor homes in a private area. They have a bar, a store, put put golf, and a pool. They also just happened to have a spunky fireworks show. Everyone there drives golf carts and drinks at the same time. It is the product of safe country Americans all shoved into a small mobile town about the size of five super wal-marts. Flamingos and lights everywhere. We find more friends. Those friends want to stay with us too. They do. We want food, well the beard and one of second joining friends are too drunk to be taken. Why one of us didnt stay to babysit lord knows. We leave, come back, they're gone. Where have they gone? Hell if I know. A phone call says they walked for about half an hour and found a party. They were in a beer-pong tournament. I forgot to mention that the 5th also happens to be the beard and I's monthly. That seems to not mean shit to him though. Because they trailed off in the middle of the night in a place they can barely find their way around and had to have a stranger in a golf cart drop them off. Needless to say my inner woman was about to cheese grate some butt-cheeks. I'm still mad 11 days later.
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