Basketball, Boobs, Bingo and Tape Players

If you’d like to read about he Dru Sjodin case this is the link to the articles in the local newspaper

Whew! I am so glad that this week is over and I get another day off. It feels like I never get enough time off. When I get time off I don’t take the time to just relax. I have taken off Easter weekend. Even if I don’t go anywhere I am still taking it off! I have been thinking about going to where my parents and sister lives but I remember last Easter and Thanksgiving ~ it is not really a vacation when I go there. Last Easter I stayed up until all the kids finally went to sleep. The Mom and I filled baskets for everyone. And then I was up at the break of day cooking with Mom and we cooked all day long!

It has been a long day for me so I guess I feel like complaining! Okay I am done with that because now I can just sit here and type a few lines before I go to sleep.

We all had to get up early and be in Northwood for the 4-H basketball tournament. This year was far different from last year. Last year our kids got stomped on. This year it was our kids doing the stomping. Not one word about being “fair” was said last year when our kids got beat so badly. But during the first game one of the big wigs in 4-H told Mr. GW (he has been coaching these kids for months) that Alexa can’t shoot anymore just to make it “fair.” Fair! That is a far cry from fair if you ask me. How fair is it to Alexa if they will not let her play to the best of her ability? She has been practicing and playing for so long that it just comes natural for her to shoot when she gets the chance. More times than not she makes it. She can hit the three pointers like she was born playing basketball. She just has the natural ability ~ she certainly did not get it from Dick or me. After they told her she could not shoot anymore she did her best to pass the ball off to another teammate. One time she forgot, shot, and made it. Then she apologized for it.

Work was crazy! It did not seem like it was going to be busy when I got to work at seven. I went in later because of the basketball tournament. I almost sent GW out to sell bingo cards but decided that I would do it. Thank God I listened to my guts! Something told me to just do it! So I did! I put on my little apron, counted out a bank, counted the bingo cards, and away I went. The whole place filled up. It has been from one extreme to the next. Slow, slow, slow or busy busy busy. Almost everyone bought all the cards that the wanted for all the games. We got going a bit late but we finished at the normal time because I had very few cards to sell between games. Since I was just walking around anyway I helped out the barmaid with emptying ashtrays, clearing empty bottle and glasses, and garbage from the tables. I am not sure what happened but she was alone on the floor when usually they have two or three barmaids ~ especially on the night that the 10% Society holds their dance in the basement.

Just once I would like to have the night off when they have their dance. I would love to go to the drag show. Occasionally the drag queens will come upstairs. It must be fun because of all the whooping and screaming that comes through the floor.

Every now and then I have to give Hank a piece of my mind. He got two pieces of my mind tonight. Hank is a forced to retired professor from the university. He knows anything there is to know about everything! Just ask him, he will tell you. He thinks that he always has to tell me how much change to give him. Tonight when he told me I said to him “it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that one.” I was hoping that he would get the idea that I was not going to put up with his shit tonight. Ah, but he is so damn smart that he just did not get it! I was selling cards in the lounge; he was seated at his usual spot at the front bar. I had the bingo callers calling last call immediately after paying a bingo. So this is the way that it was going and it was working out very well ~ until he screamed at me from across the bar that someone at the bar needed cards. Well, no shit Sherlock! I am not Helen Keller ~ I can see and I do see that they have their hand raised! So I finished selling cards in the lounge and walked over to him and said:

“If you want to do my job then get off your ass and do it.”

“Would you like me to do your job?”

“No I want you to sit there and be quiet because I am fully capable of doing my job without your help.” Then I stomped off!

I was not polite about it; in fact I was quite rude to him but that is the only way to handle this individual!

Why would a woman in her late 40’s or early 50’s go out to a bar braless? Only covering her old saggy, tattooed boobs with pink lace. I do not understand this and I guess I never will. If you have nice boobs to show off you still want to wear a bra to keep them nice. Wouldn’t you? I don’t really know the answer to this question because I have never had nice boobs and I have never wanted to show them with or without wearing a bra. I do know one thing ~ big floppy boobs belong in a bra, covered with a shirt, not to be seen by the public eye. It takes all sorts I guess!

I finished listening to Harry Potter ~ The Sorcerers Stone. I borrowed the tapes from GW. Now I am armed with the set of tapes for the second book Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. I want to start listening to them but I think that I have left my tape player (my $10 tape player from Wal*Mart) in the car. Either that or one of the kids has kidnapped my tape player.

If the later is true someone is going to be in big trouble. They have ruined every piece of equipment that I have had plus their own. Each of the girls has already owned two personal CD players. Alexa got her second one less than a year ago for her birthday and it already does not work because “someone else” dropped it and broke it. Nadine just got her second one for her birthday in January so they have been sharing that one. Nadine is not all that thrilled with sharing but she does. (Oh, I see so much of myself in that girl.) Tyler has yet to own his very own personal CD player because I let him “use” mine and he trashed it. So that is a total of three trashed CD players in the past four years not to mention the two “boom boxes” that they have trashed. So no, I will not allow them to use my tape player. The tape player that I just went hunting for.

When I opened Nadine’s bedroom door, Grace jumped off of her bed. Nadine woke up because it scared her so I asked her if I left the tape player in the car. She thinks that I did so that must be where my tape player is.

I think that I have taken enough time to relax while typing this so now I am going to go put my feet up and watch some “vision.” I am sure that I will be watching the inside of my eyelids before long.

‘Night all!