Monday Monday

First the good news Enabler Dan has graciously set up a new blog page for me,   http://coffeeandshoes.com  and we will be prettying it up and I’ll be moving there very soon.

Today was my first day of working eight hours this year. Before you hate me, consider that I had the lovely reduction in pay that goes with that. I have only bought one pair of shoes this year. Last night, in fact. I had to restrain myself as about four pairs tried to crawl in my cart and I had to beat them off. They were very cute and very disappointed to have to say in the store.

You know my first clue that today was Monday? I spilled broke a jar of cranberry juice concentrate all over the clean kitchen floor. You know what cranberry juice concentrate looks like on the floor? Like evidence for CSI. I had decided to wear jeans today to forestall the whole, “its Monday and my clothes hate me” game. You know the one, when the pants don’t fit, the tops that match the bottoms that fit are hiding and the one of each pair of shoes that match the dresses have each gone on vacation with that one missing dryer sock. (I have it on good authority from OS that the socks are out line dancing with all the nice sweet single available men in my time zone.) Not sure how they will handle the one shoe thing.

So recap of morning up at 4:30, drop things, make coffee, try to make breakfast, shower, get dressed, splat cranberry juice with glass on baby toe so it can match the cut on other baby toe from Saturday. Clean the cranberry blood off the floor, wash the towels and stuff used to clean cranberry blood. Find new pants. Go to work, drop money in the toilet, NO I just let it go. Yuk. Clean nasty cube.  Get yummy new office supplies. Drop  about 100 tacks on floor narrowly missing  baby toe. I make more messes before 9.a.m. than most people make all day.

also dropped today: Lettuce, ink pens, celery and a few other odds and ends.

I love summer

Fourth of July had some really big boom. Was in a place in the valley with a ridge all round and could see fireworks from all over. There were colored flashes everywhere.

The recent rains made this weekends canoe trip awesome. Blue sky, warm sun and not a crocodile in sight. Despite a little pre trip screaming of the worlds’ worst crock movie, Primal Scream. (that would be me when the crock jumped at people) Only one shoe was lost, and it wasn’t mine. Peace, harmony  and love float on a river.

Saw Transformers Sunday and It was awesome. It grabs you and pulls you in and it doesn’t disappoint and turn into a formulaic teen movie.

I’m not a whore so don’t holler at me from the motel balcony

You can call my 1-800 number like everyone else.

So anyway, tonight me and MG went out for some cheap single girl fun. (Modern Woodman Dinner and a forced venture to a Mary Kay “before and after” event) (Total spent all evening? $8, boy do I have will power (and a sister who would be mightly upset if I bought Mary Kay from anyone but her.)

So we are leaving the Mary Kay thing which was held in the meeting room at a local motel which I used to think was nice but now I think is skanky and I’m sorry that I told my aunt and uncle to stay there when they came to town last year cause most of the people there were wearing dirty wife beaters, and looked to be cooking meth.

Ok this one is for the guys. WHAT part of hollering at a women you don’t know off the side of a motel balcony is sexy? Let me just say those guys had a better chance of scoring if they went inside and used the free motel toothbrush.

Its not like we were tarted up. We had on MOM clothes. MG had on a cute Mom jumper and t-shirt and I had a plain t-shirt and simple skirt, and ok maybe, fuck me shoes, but you couldn’t see them and they were job interview shoes.
So what gives? Are whores using Mary Kay to get pretty enough to earn the dough to pay for it? Is this a surban trend I’m unaware of? (Urban moms turn tricks to pay for Mary Kay? Use pink reciepts.)