One bad week

I might be weird, but I like my boss's. They're some of the coolest management I've ever worked with. They get their jobs done, people respect them, and they respect us.

Thursday was Troy's last day. He was our GM. It was a very sad day, and I knew it would be. I was crying before I made it in the front door. I made him a little album with a bunch of 1" pictures of ppl that we work with - not everybody, b/c they weren't around when I had my camera or they were on my days off, lol.

We all figured Robin would get his position, since she's the assistant. She didn't. They gave it to a GM from another unit. He's a nice guy, don't get me wrong - just as cool as T & R, but ya know...Robin's feelings were hurt, like she got slapped in the face. So she gave her notice too. She'll be gone on the 30th :(

Then yesterday, my friend "M", lost her baby :( :( :( She was about 11 weeks along or so. Her sister in Washington State was going to adopt the baby. "M" is a single mom with 3 kids already, working 2 jobs - she couldn't afford another. The pregnancy was a total accident, she was on birth control, but it didn't work this particular time. She was fine with it. Her sister suffers from Lupus and can't have children. I thought that was very noble. I'm very sad for her.

Okay, so it was a short week, but 2 of the 3 days sucked. Day 4 is tomorrow. I'm going to see if I can work a few extra hours. I need to make up a bit more $$ because I accidently spent too much at the LSS today. Just went in for a few sheets of paper. Came out with 25 sheets, a pen, and an idea book that gave me an anuerism.

Can't blame him, he's a kid!

So we're walking to the grocery store. I tell the boy that we'll stop for something to eat at Whataburger first. I hit the Star Mart first to cash in $17 in scratcher tickets that I had in my purse. When we leave there, Joey asks me "What was that thing on that mans head?" I explain to him that it's called a Turban. That he probably came from far away, on the other side of the planet Earth - a place called India. He asks me if that's the desert, I tell him "Yes, I think so".

We go and eat. I had bought one more scratcher ticket and won $10. So we went back to the Star Mart (it's right next to the Whataburger...have to walk past it anyway to cross the stree to the store...I digress). So we go back inside. That same guy is there, along with another guy with a blue turban (first guy had a red one). Joey yells "Hey Mommy! There's another guy with a funny thing on his head!!!" *insert beet red face here*

The man goes over to Joey and says "What did you say?" in his best middle-eastern accent..okay, so it was natural. And Joey asks "Where did you come from?" He says "I am from far away, from a place called India". Joey replies "Ooooooooh, and what's that thing called?" and points to his turban. He explain that it's a turban, it's like a hat where they come from. Joey says "Oooooooh, did you live in the desert?" The man states that, Yes, it is in the desert.

Joey then says "Hey, I bet you have a lot a lot a lot of camels there! I've seen camels in the zoo!"

ROFLMAO

I think if that man had been drinking anything, it would have shot out his nose!!!

Memorial Day Weekend...

So I'm late, sue me :P

This'll be a long one to catch some folks up on what went on :)
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Day 1

We left around 4:30 am from Phoenix and headed north. I was told that we were going to be staying in Perkinsville, near Prescott. Well, I for one - when I think camping - I think pine trees, forests, bears - ya know - camping. Little did I know that we'd be staying out in the DESERT down by the RIVER! Okay, I admit, the river part sounded cool. But who, but a bunch of beer drinking rednecks and potheads camp in the desert? The desert has a whole different set of wildlife to worry about - the green, slimy, bitting, poisonous kind. UGH. This was going to be fun


We get there, and my moms friend and her family have already set up shop a couple days before. Honestly, it looked like they LIVED there. Apparently they camp in the same spot every year for like over 10 years. oooooooooookay.

So, we hop out of the truck and my dad start setting up. We went in style - we had a trailer. Indoor plumbing, electricity, tv, the works. So we weren't really roughing it. From what we saw, we were camping better than some people in that area lived. Hell, we were camping better than I live!

View from up near where we were parked


The first thing we did was go out and check out the river up close. It was only about shin high in this area. Joey wouldn't come anywhere near it. Grandma had to drag his ass in there, lol

We ended up having a fun little splash fest and got soaked. On our way out we saw a Horny Toad perched up on a rock :)

Later in the day, Grandpa took the boys out for a ride on his quad:


After a fine dinner of Elk Steaks & Hot Dogs we settled around a camp fire - which wasn't needed b/c it was consistantly a cool 70 degrees there (I thought the desert was supposed to be hot, like home?). We toasted marshmallows. Gavin wouldn't eat any of his though, because he kept turning them into flaming sugar torches and they turned black (the best, imo), but he just flung them in the dirt. Joey had a few, as long as I toasted them for him. He made me a few, that he got good and burnt. Mmmmmmmmm!


Day 2
The boys woke up at 6am and all they wanted to do was GO FISHING! They were upset b/c grandpa was already gone when we woke up, fishing out at the river. There were so many people camped around there though, that it was pointless. But since they begged so loudly, we took them "fake fishing". No hooks or lures, but they didn't care.


After that they hung out in the trailer and played a game of cards, and then did some drawing with my ink pens


Later in the day we took a road for about an hour up north towards the rim to Williams and White Horse Lake. It was me, the boys, grandpa, Sarah (mom's friends daughter), her DH Uncle Harold and his nephew...I forget his name..Preston, yeah, Preston. Anyway, we sat there for 4 hours and NOTHING. Not a bite. The boys were bored so we wandered around taking pictures


Then the Piece-de-resistance - What Gavin did to his worm. He wanted grandpa to take it off the hook so he could play with it (new friend, ya know). So he's sitting there for a while playing with this nasty, giant, fat, slimy worm. He says "Hey Erin! My worm was hungry so I gave him some food!" I look down and what do I see - a stick, about as half as wide around as the worm is - SHOVED UP IT'S BUTT!!!!!! OMG OMG EEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW That had to be the most disgusting thing I've ever seen!!!!!!! The worm ended up going into worm like convultions after having a natural stick enema. I made him throw it in the water so I didn't have to watch it die. He was heartbroken. That'll teach him to put sticks up anything ass.

You know how men are when it comes to fishing. They're content to sit there all day long and go home with nothing more than a good beer buzz and a sunburn. Finally, around 4:30, Uncle Harold got a bite. Then another. Then another. Then grandpa got one. Then Uncle Harold again. Then grandpa again.

If I liked fish, I might have been happy


No campfire or anything this night, we were too tired. I ran out of cigarettes so that was stressfull. But Rosie (my mom's friend) had gone up "into town" (an hour drive!) and was going to pick me up some while she was out. We were attacked by billions of gnats. Mosquito's nowhere to be seen though, which I found odd.

The next morning Joey and I awoke around 5am. We hung out on the "porch" for a bit, and then decided to go hang at the river for a bit. I went to put his shoes on and he screamed that it hurt. I figured he had a fox tail in there or something. I take it off, and I look inside. I see staring back at me 2 beady eyes and a face. I'm not sure what it was, but it was a cross between a praying mantis and a gigantic mosquito - with pinchers. It didn't break skin, and he's not dead or anything, so I don't think it was poisonous or really hurt him. He has though, proudly told his story of his ordeal to everybody who will listen..."There was a giant flying bug sleeping in my shoe! He thought it was his new house!"

The drive home took nearly 6 hours b/c of Holiday traffic, and a brushfire on the 17. The second I got home, I stripped nekkid and sanitized myself. It was grody!

The End