Monday..TG!!

Trying to catch up with all of you…man… you guys get busy when I do!



Friday was a great day. I got up, piddled around here and finally got my shit together. I needed to go to Jimmy’s and work on some pop up thing on his computer. I finally got him in the 20th century about a year ago and now he thinks I know it all when it comes to computers. I am not a geek but most times I can fix my own stuff. The one thing that I haven’t totally figured out is Vista but I do think it sucks. I have had Windows XP since it came out and I know that shit. I am installing windows 7 soon because it is easier.


So I do all of the girlie things and am about to walk out the door to do that, go get beer and ice for the concert and hit the ATM! Connie calls and said she happened to get off work early and is almost to my house! Yippee…day starting earlier.


She walks in with a jug of Margaritas and a case of beer!!! Can you see where this is going? It is only 1:30 pm. We are meeting the other girls at 4-4:30!!!


We fix a margarita, run to get ice, go to Jimmy’s, and are back here by 2:30! Life is good! Now before you go yelling at me for drinking and driving, I want to point out that the entire drive to do all of the above errands is ¼ mile circle that only lands me on public property for 3 seconds! And I did that before I had drunk a quarter of it.


Anywho, I had already arranged for Jimmy to take us to the bar to meet the rest of the gang. We meet up at 4:00 and if you think Marty and Carol talked…try getting 7 women together in one place. OMFG!! I have some of the greatest friends. One new person to the group was Tammy’s Mom that was in town from Atlanta. Georgia visiting so we managed to get her a ticket to go with us.


God I love southern woman and that twang! And funny…OMG, I could just take her home and keep her. I had only met her once at Tammy’s wedding last year but you would think we were long lost friends she hadn’t seen in years!!


The concert….Well, the first part with Garry Allen SUCKED BIG ONES! I have always liked him. He came out swilling on a bottle of Jack and immediately started singing every cry in your beer song he knew!! His wife committed suicide a few years ago and he hasn’t gotten over it yet, obviously!


And that day was a kind of sucky day that was at the back of my mind all day was that it was 7 years ago that Tom died and I had a good cry in the morning and then said “Pull up you big girl panties and get on with it”! And I did well until that fucker started singing. I had a quick pity party of one for about 5 minutes but I had a swarm around me that gave me big hugs and then it was over.


Brooks & Dunn were awesome though! As soon as they started, SEVEN middle-aged women were dancing around like fools.


It was hotter than Hell until the sun went down but all ended well. We managed to crawl in bed around 1 am since I had to get up at 7 am the next morning for the golf shit.


The day started good as it was only 80 degrees at 10 am. Then I had to deal with a man older than dirt that is pissed off that all that became of his life is being a clerk at a crappy golf course in Indiana and not in Augusta with the big boys and we were interrupting him.


Ok ASSHAT, I have 125 men on this golf course THAT THEY PAID TO PLAY ON that would prefer their water and beer be COLD. I dunno, something about it pushing 90 degrees at noon! I am sorry that your ice machine can’t keep up because this is a crappy clubhouse but, DUDE! You are within FIVE MINUTES of a) Wal-Mart b) Marsh c) Kroger d) Liquor store, and e) 100 other stores that carry ice and you have 4 teenagers running around here that could, I don’t know, maybe GO GET SOME FUCKING ICE!!


Well, that was my statement to him. I wasn’t there to make friends with him…Those guys out there in the heat wanting cold beer were PAYING me to get this for them!


And OH LORD, then we needed more beer because this is NOT a tea and crumpet group! It is Saturday, most of them were out last night and need the hair of the dog and OMG you are making money off them because they are BUYING YOUR BEER!


The only thing that saved that old man’s ass from being buried at the ninth hole was that the guy that set this up made a call and on the next trip to stock, we were treated with smiles and ice! And a different guy.


Then the fucker just grabbed our money bags and then handed us the rest to split between us girls. Umm…did I mention that I was hot and tired by this point and had enough of this guy?


“Umm, excuse me, that is MY MONEY until I hand it to you. You tell me what we owe you, I WILL HAND you that amount and you wait! I have done this for years and this has got to be the worst set-up I have ever dealt with. It is Saturday, in July, you know you have a planned group of around 150 coming with regulars coming in too and you can’t be bothered to be stocked. You do your job so I can do mine or next time I will bring my own stock and you will lose money. M’Kay?”


Needless to say when I got downstairs, I was met with lots of smiles from the guys. A lot of these guys have known me for years, I was their bartender for years, and we hang out occasionally. They said they were just wondering when it would happen.


Then another friend was having a cookout at his house for most of us so off we went to that. In more heat! We did the “make an appearance” thing and then four of us wanted a good stiff drink in A/C so we did that. We had a few COLD cocktails but then we were all fading fast. We got home and I swear I started stripping the minute I walked in the door. I needed a shower so bad! Oh how good that felt. I was in bed around 11:30!! HEAVEN!


Sunday was a kiss off day. Gregg swept and did some slight dusting and made a FANTASTIC roast for dinner, we played some golf on the Wii and was in bed by 10 pm. Until I woke up at 12:30 with one Mother of a hot flash! Was awake until 4 am trying to get that shit to stop. I’m talking the feet in the bath tub with cold water running, putting ice between the boobs, wanting to hurt someone type of flashes.


It’s Monday. Yippee! I have a full load this week as the Brickyard is this weekend and some friends always have a big party. He is the one that just had his prostate remove and Jan needs help so I opened the good old big mouth. I shall be busy. And they want FUCKING DEVILED EGGS!!


Ok, now that I wrote that novel, I am going to try to catch up with you guys until my phone rings with the first of my duties for the week.


Smile, we are picking daisies instead of pushing them up!