So there's really nothing new that I can put in a blog at this point.
I'm still having the same love life struggles. There's new twists in it but alas, nothing that I can put where just anyone can read it no matter how much I want to.
And I really, really want to tell someone and get another opinion on the matter but there's just some things that you just don't put online, you know?
Work is still going well. I'm still the main insider. If it's not a Tuesday night, and it's between five and ten, there's a really good chance that I may have made your pizza if you ordered from my Hungry Howie's. Or at least cut it. Sometimes I'm the make line moma and other times, I'm the oven wench. These are my names for the spots in the kitchen. I haven't come up with a name for when I am on the sheeter but then, I am rarely on the sheeter for very long. I know that when I end up doing dough, I am Dough Dette.
As a matter of fact, work, is so awesome that I wish all of my life mirrored work. Get in, get out, have fun while you're there. Make some tasty food. Make people happy through their stomachs and some great customer service.
Okay, I'm not so great at the customer service thing. Sometimes if I have a headache and I answer the phone and encounter one of those increasingly not so rare people who call a pizza parlor and still aren't sure of what they want to eat, my tone can be a little... well... strained. Then you have the mothers or the young people who are on the phone but really need to hand the phone over to the person they are talking to just off the phone, or the ones that just need to hang up, handle the discipline of their kids and then call back. I think of all the callers I dislike the most, the ones that yell at their kids with no regard to the ears of the person on the phone are the ones I hate the most. I would deal with a hundred indecisive people before I deal with them voluntarily.
It's Breast Cancer research month. Well October is. We're selling bracelets and totebags at work and gasp! I get to wear a black shirt for the month!! IF I die in Howie's in the next month, there's a 1/6 chance that it won't be in a red shirt... so basically, I'm still going to die in black and red.
When you guys have my Viking funeral, just know that if you bury me in my Howie's uniform, I will haunt you so hard, your great great grandchildren will call me the household ghost.
On to bigger more vague topics.
When I was a teenager, I went to see a palmist. You know, the fortune tellers that read your future from the lines on your hand? Yeah, she flipped my left hand over and looked at the side and told me in no uncertain terms that I was to have four children and two marriages. My first child would be born just shy of being illegitimate, Which was true. It was actually a few short weeks before New York and the Navy recognized our marriage as legal. Something the navy would later renege on, but that's another story. Nevertheless, J was born only two weeks after his father and I were deemed legally married. She also promised that there would be two more children and the marriage would end around the birth of the third child. Let's just go and say yeah, that's basically around when it ended... or should have... She went on to say that I would have another child before my second marriage.
Besides the fact that I suck at sex (No seriously, I've actually be told this by two different men) this is why I'm scared to death of having sex. I kinda don't want another child. The ones I have are teenegers. I can actually see that light at the end of the Mommy tunnel. I can smell the salt air of my cruise, I can hear the horn of the cruise ship blowing in the distance. I can taste that margarita.
I do want to get married though and she was adamant that the child would come before my next marriage as it was very clearly BEFORE my marriage line. She also said I'd be in that marriage until the end of my life. I have several theories on that. None I will expound on.
So, there you go. A blog. About nothing but still I have a blog in for the month. Is it October yet?
I'd stay Frosty but Fall has hit Charlotte and everyone is Frosty. Try and stay warm.
Ta!
