I miss work?

Since when?

I miss the people, really. I miss my bosses, my coworkers, and THE FOOD!

On one of the last nights I worked, Gregarious was working in the kitchen. After setting up a tray of fried, fatty goodness, he called me over. "Kelly, come see what I made for you," he said.

Sweet, right?


I felt so loved! I squealed and giggled. What a sweetheart, I thought. He smiled a winner's smile.

Then Bridal Girl walked in. I was just about to show her Gregarious' little piece of artwork for me when he called out to her. "Come see what I made for you," he yelled. She squealed and giggled. "That's sweet," she smiled. He smiled a winner's smile. She walked off. Then Jazzy walked in. "Come see what I made for you!" "Awwwwwww!" He smiled a winner's smile.

Jerk...

Food Food Food

Boy! I have just been so neglectful, haven't I?

My computer charger broke so my computer access is very limited right now.

Life has been full of little adventures lately!

Deutsch and I made a pecan pie the other night.

NOM NOM NOM

I bet you just slobbered all over yourself. Normally, I would look at you with a distorted face of disgust but in this case, I completely understand. Pecan Pie is God's gift to us. Sure sure, he created the Earth, the sunsets, music, etc. But Pecan Pie...well, he's still smiling about that one. If Heaven had a flavor, it would taste like Pecan Pie.

But then there is The Pioneer Woman's Onion-Blue Cheese Sauce. That is just really another world of goodness. Though I didn't get a picture of the actual thing, this is what was left....

Yes. Nothing.

I can still smell it.

*slobbers* DARN IT!

Vlasic

Meet Dill Pickle. He is such a rascal.

He is one of the four children KW and I watch during the week, and I wanted to introduce you to him because I'm sure there will be some fun stories of our adventures together in the future.

Say "hi", Dill!

Hear All About It!!

I'm moving out. I can't live here anymore. The abuse, the violence, the betrayal. It's all too much. My heart can't take the torture. I am sore everywhere and it can only go downhill from here.

210 isn't my safe haven anymore. Church is the only place I feel safe.

#1 and #2 group up on me. #1 inflicts mental torture, and I'm physically abused by #2. I'm the victim here. I called my mom but she told me to put my big boy pants on and suck it up... I don't have big boy pants...I'm a girl. Tarter sauce!!

I've had people come over and save me a couple of times. My VBF, Libbs, Lakeshore and Voltz have all come to my rescue at some point or another. But enough is enough.

If I never stand up to fight back, when will it stop?!

My best guesstimation is...uh, NEVER.

Wish me luck, everyone.

ps - Anyone have football pads? Maybe a helmet?

#1 is a Freakerzoid.

"I could totally rock this, right?"

Umm...no, #1. You can't.