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Hi there.
How was your weekend?
Mine? It was okay because that’s what I do. I have okay weekends.

I ended it drunk on the couch watching my PBS shows. Before that was dinner of pork steak, instant mashed potatoes and broccoli. Before that, I went to the store to get the pork steaks. I’m beginning to rely on the actual bus schedule rather than Google maps for transit times because they’ve changed it and I don’t like it. So I was able to maneuver my off the bus, into the store, and out in time to get the quickest bus home routine like always. A few times this past week, the bus has been off kilter causing me to get home later. It was back to normal on Friday.

Saturday I came to the office because I left my phone and the grandkid’s tablet that I like to play on. I dropped rent in the mail, but should have listened to my voicemail because the landlady texted me that she was going to the bank did I have my money. But she seemed to be okay with it that I dropped it in the mail. Friday I paid my electric bill so yay for that. I got a few groceries plus the ones I’ve had in the freezer already.

I thought the DJ was going to stop by on Saturday to look at my car, but he didn’t. I also thought we were going to watch the naked bike riders, but RJ had something else to do. We were doing it for someone’s birthday. We are going to do something else some other time, I think dinner theater. Then yesterday RJ and I went to brunch. It was nice and I’ve been there before, but what I won’t do again is get the skillet breakfast. It was fried potatoes with red bell peppers and onions with a poached egg and came with either Portobello mushroom or smoked salmon. Don’t get me wrong, it was great, but for $12 I was expecting one of those sizzling comal skillets like the fajitas come on at Applebee’s. Instead, I got the smallest cast iron skillet I’ve ever seen, and the toast that came with it was like…sliced baguette, looked like bagel chips, and was toasted, but I’m guessing it was stale. When I went before, I got the catfish and grits, and again, it was good, but I don’t like my grits to be sweet. They stepped up their game on the fried pickles. Where they once had quarter cut gherkins, they now had sliced pickles and they were really good. I wanted to use a knife and fork so I didn’t get the oyster po’ boy I really wanted. Should have just gone with it. But it was a good time.

I came to the conclusion that I am an alcoholic. I’m not really, but I could be and I wouldn’t even have to try hard.

I got side tracked from one blog. My friend here at work. One of my top 5 sweetest persons I know. Love her, but sometimes she irks. I could be taking about something and then within the next week, she tells me she did the same thing. One day we were talking about Mission Taco (local taco joint + other Mexican treats). When we get to work the following week, she sends an email saying she and another coworker went to Mission Taco. Today she asked me if I want to go to lunch today. Sure. So she wants to be cheap as do I. So I’m feeling Mexican I guess and I said how about Taco Bell. I know, Taco Bell ain’t really Mexican, but it will do in a pinch. I say I guess I’m in the mood for Mexican. She gives it about 10-15 minutes before she tells me that she and some people in her building went to El Maguey not too far from work. Why this need to make me look…I don’t know what she’s trying to make me look like. I’m a broke chick, but I have expensive taste because I’ve gone beyond what society says I need to stick to. If I had money to do what I want to do, I’d go to some of the best places in town and dare here to say that she’s been there which I know she can’t. That is extremely petty of me, but I don’t like people doing that to me.

Geez that was hateful. But I’m allowed my feelings. After I fart, I won’t feel like that anymore. LOL

Take care of yourself.

Kindest regards,
Sister