Yesterday morning we went to Denny’s for breakfast and waiting for the guy in front of us to finish up paying for his meal I noticed he reached out and grabbed the hand of the cashier (who was an attractive young Hispanic girl) and then kissed it . As it happened a look of shock immediately took over her whole face, which I totally understood because this guy wasn’t exactally the kind of dude you want kissing you anywhere. He was not attractive by any stretch in his mid-forties, balding and wearing an icky shirt that barely covered his paunch.

Just. Ew.

What the hell? I thought there was like a rule that you had to be tall, dark and handsome or European to do that kind of shit…

Denny’s? I mean c’mon.

Guys, do you do the whole hand kiss thing?

As some of you know my mother — Momma Bug — has been living with us for the last few months while she shopped for a house. Well she finally found one and was in the process of closing on it but yesterday brought everything to a screeching halt.

I guess people tend to make mistakes…

Somehow in the part asking if she was a legal resident of the good ol’ USA the “NO” box got marked. Of course the lender had a slight problem with turning such a large sum of money over to some one at such a small rate *chuckle*

So my mother is, until further revision of the paperwork, an Alien. She’s not enjoying all the INS jokes being made — I guess they make her nervous

How is it that I can walk into a craft store resolved not to buy anything except for what I need but by the time I get back out the door four hours later I’m carrying more crap then I’ll ever even dream of using?

Those bastards are almost as good as Wal-Mart when it comes to one upping your cart contents…

Pipe cleaners and glitter anyone?

So that job that’s been taking over my life…yeah I’m leaving it. I love the place, love the people, unfortunately some of the business practices taking place just don’t rub me the right way.

My work ethic gets me every time…you know the whole “Let’s do things the right way the first time instead of the easiest way (and usually wrong way) so that we have to go back and fix it again.”

Anyway I put in my two weeks notice last Wed. and am now back on the hunt…again…

Tonight The Hotness and I will be heading down to attend a Salsa (as in dance, not as in chips) class because I’m bored and figured why the hell not? Everyone should know how to Salsa…I’m hoping this class will cure me of my unexplainable inability to dance.

Or I’ll just end up looking like a frog in a blender — good thing the class is free

Ok so The Hotness’s brother has turned us on to a game called Second Life…it’s one of those little Sims type games. Pretty in depth, awesome clothes *chuckle* I don’t know if I’m hooked or not yet, it seems like it takes a lot of time and I barely have any as it is…

Do you play any games like this?

It’s so hot here right now that my stupid Cold Activated Blue Mountains keep turning white…

Stoopid mountains. I just wish it would rain.

…until I turn 22…I’ve realized I’ve run out of “fun birthdays”…I’ve already:

Got My Drivers Permit
Got My Drivers License
Got My Right to Vote
Got My Right to Smoke
Got My Right to Drink
Got My Right to Gamble

I’ve run outta fun stuff…now I guess I just get….old.

Shit.