No really, I hate my job ...

Right now I am currently employed at Carl's Ice Cream, 1700 W. College Avenue, Normal IL. Of course you assume that I am probably a high school student, or maybe even a college student, trying to make a little extra spending cash. Well that's who I was, 50 years ago, when I first started working at Carl's. But now I am 66, and trying to figure out how I am still alive, because for the past 50 years I have wanted to kill myself everytime I walk into the building. You see, this job would be a lot better if everyone and their mom .. no really, a woman name Christi, and her mom works there also .. but anways, if everyone and their mom wouldn't take my hours all the time and leave me with the crappy ones. You might wonder to yourself whether or not I am married, or have any friends ... but after about the 5th saturday night I had to work, my social life fell to a an all time low. Okay, I may have over exaggerated this time ... because in High School and College it was fine .. i mean who honestly goes out before 10 anyway? .. but once you hit adult-hood .. no one stays up past 10. It's rediculous. If you want to know what I do at my job, the answer is nothing. Why you ask? because half of the year is Winter .. no one goes out into negative degree weather to eat ice cream. Few do .. and usually they smell. Which makes the job that much more enjoyable. The only good thing about the job, is that you can eat ice cream any time you want ... so then that way, you get sick of it and will never eat it again, the plus side to this -- you won't get fat :). ( well, hopefully). Anyways, this job sucks. And 8 dollars an hour at age 66 is never ever worth it.


the end.

oh childhood toy ...

When I was little I use the most amazing toy room, with Barbie houses, play kitchens, chalkboards, little tables, and basically every game you could think of. Okay so in reality, all my toys were in the storage room of our basement, it was cold concrete floor, concrete walls, and to get a game you had to crawl through tons of boxes and dig through shelves. Besides that though, it was pretty sweet. I did have quite a bit of toys, but I think my favorite one would have to be....( to be continued)

Dear Kid -
First and foremost I want to just go ahead and let you know... I hope that for you, life always makes sense. And then I want you to know, it probably never will. If you happen to be a beautiful baby girl, I'm just gonna go ahead and inform you -- boys ... they're all stupid. And if you are a handsome baby boy -- girls, they're also all stupid. Besides your mother of course. Anyways, if you care to know anything about me .. you should know I'm the greatest person you ever meet. I usually like to think I'm good at advice, but chances are I suck at it. Growing up me and my friends went through a lot ... and I hope you never have to go through some of the things we did. But if life throws you some of them awful curves, I hope you have the most amazing friends to experience them with you like I did. Friends, are everything. Remember that. Relationships, are incredibly over-rated in high school ... and if you ever ditch your friends for a "significant other" I will some how find a way to make sure you are put in jail ... or maybe just ground you. Mainly I just want you to do what makes you happy ... as long as no illegal substances are involved. Which also reminds me ... if I am ever called in the middle of the night and woke up by a police officer, I will tell them they have the wrong number. Okay okay, so maybe not the first time .. but the second time -- thats a promise. Basically kid, just live your life. Never lose sight of your faith, hope, or strength -- and you'll survive. Know that everything, and I mean everything happens for a reason. Always keep a smile on your face, and never be ashamed of who you are, or where you come from (cause thats me of course). And last but not least as Lauren Conrad and Boy Meets World use to say .. " Life's tough, Get a Helmet "


love,
yo momma.

Dreaming

I remember in middle school before the state tournament for softball, I'd have dreams the week before about going to the tournament and messing something up. I remember one where Katie, Emily, and I decided to go shopping in between games, and when we got back to the park, we we're already playing and our coaches said the rules were that we couldn't enter the game since we were late. I remember us looking at the scoreboard and we were loosing with like a inning left. I then woke up, angry that I didn't know how the game was going to end. I was so scared that was really going to happen when we played that I wanted to know the outcome. I think if I going to finish that dream that it would have turned out that Katie, Emily, and I got to enter into the game, and made some astonishing plays to win the game for our team. I mean after all, it was only a dream.