Ouch... Redux.

What do you get when you take

1 Blonde
+
1 Stairway
+
1 Mop
+
1 Wet Floor??

Blondie falling on her ass.... that's what.

Then I went and skated on it at Derby practice. I have several yummy bruises. I'm thinking of starting an album of photos of them.

OK... time for ice and tylenol.
G'nite.

Oh Hell No!

You guys remember the crazy bitch right? The client I have to personally clean every other Monday because she is freakin' insane and no on e else will put up with her bullshit? Yeah.... that bitch. Today she went too far.

She put her hands on me.

I'm not talking a tap on the shoulder or a bump.... she grabbed my upper arm and hauled me over to look at something!!! HARD!!!! It took every thing I had not to slap the taste out of her mouth! I smiled and nodded and did my damnedest to try and listen to what she was saying. Inside I was seething. It's bad enough she accuses us of lying, sloth, and incompetence..... the hell I'm going to go back to that place again without letting her know I wasn't amused with the little game she was playing. Fuck that!

I got back to the office and told Boss Lady about it. Boss Lady was amazed at first, then said I should have let the crazy bitch know that wasn't cool right away. I told Boss Lady I wanted to let her know what had happened first before I took action. I didn't want to be accused of over reacting. I may be very hard pressed to go back to that woman's home. I'll be damned if I'll let her touch me again in any way, shape, or form. That goes the same for any of my people. She does it again and I don't care what state of disarray her condo is in. I will pack up my stuff and my girls and tell her to have a nice life.... WE QUIT! I should have done that today, but I wanted to step back and take deep breaths first. You know, cooler heads prevailing and all that.

All I know for sure is she is gonna get hip checked the next time she touches me, courtesy of Blondefabulous, #11 of the SRG!

Adventures In Fabulousness!

So... as you all saw and read, CissaFireheart and I had an absolutely fabulous time at Universal Studio's Mardi Gras last night. The day started out interestingly enough. I didn't leave till around 3. HHH and I went for a ride on the motorcycle down to Siesta Key and got into the middle of this. It wasn't pretty and it's a good thing I know back roads to almost ALL of Sarasota because we had to use a few to get out of there. Then is was back home for me to pack. Time to go. I packed up, loaded up, and kissed HHH good bye and started down the road.
After about 2 hours and a couple of wrong turns, I ended up at Fireheart Mansion. I almost didn't get in because the guy in the gate house at the front of the community didn't want to let me in! I called my girl though and soon I was meeting Misk and the Minions. I brought the Minions "Whip It" posters I'd autographed, and they were suitably impressed that they were meeting a Roller Girl. Cissa was awesome enough to have picked me up some salad and dressing and even grilled a chicken breast for me for dinner! Totally gluten free and awesome! Then we were off in Cissa's van to Universal Studio's!!!

It was interesting when we got there. Parking was problematic at first. Namely the point of we couldn't find any!! After doing infinite doughnuts around the structure, we found where someone had left and soon we were walking over to where the fun was just beginning. The concert stage was set up, the Rip, Ride, Rocket was running non stop, and we found a nice corner to see the parade from. Unfortunately, we were under a tree. (The tree caught more beads than we did.) After that was over, we went in search of Hot Chocolate because it was frickin' C-O-L-D!!!!! I had my motorcycle jacket on so I was OK, but poor Cissa was freezing in her thin hoodie! We didn't find hot chocolate,but we did find the Starbucks tent in the French Quarter food court they had. We also found half dressed boys taking photos with the tourists! You know us girls had to get in on that action!!! I felt really old though, because one of them tried to convince Cissa to go buy him alcohol. Sigh......

Finally, the concert started. KC & the Sunshine band was awesome. He played his old hits, some new covers, and ended on "Get Down Tonight". It was the shit! That new hip seemed to be working out really well for him! I had to agree with Cissa that the people watching was the best. There was this douche in a track suit that looked like he just walked off from the Jersey Shore set! I kid you not he had the accent, attitude, and Guido-ish disposition. I was looking around for Snookie. The there was the random drunk people who made me glad we opted for only coffee!

After the concert was over, we hoofed it back to the van and started back to Fireheart mansion. As we're driving along, I look ahead and notice the headlights seem to be flickering. The I hear Cissa mutter, "Oh fuck." Then I notice that the rest of the electrical things in the car are going down. We whip into a gas station and the van electrical just DIES! Cissa calls Misk and we have him follow us back. I had a feeling if we had tried to go it alone we'd have broken down somewhere where the lilting strains of dueling banjos would have been the last thing we heard! Once back at Fireheart Mansion, wine was in order and we unwound and went to sleep.
As I was sleeping, my computer went into sleep mode and quit charging my iPhone. I didn't know this, so when I woke up, I had several frantic voicemails from HHH. He had gotten up, seen my tweets about car trouble, and had assumed that it was our car that had broken down! I was apparently remiss in my Tweets the night before in not mentioning it was Bertha, Cissa's van, that was having the trouble. Sorry honey. I called him after re plugging in my phone and got an earfull. I reassured him everything was OK, it wasn't our van, and I was fine. After that it was time for a cup of coffee, a quick game of Guess Who, and a shower, and then it was time to head back home to Sarasota. I left with hugs, instructions to send a photo of flamingos, and a new bloggy bestest friend!!!!! I want to thank The Fireheart clan for having me over and I really want to thank Cissa for going out with me! I had the best time. I highly recommend it!

Mardi Gras

Here I am Meditating on life and beads acquisition.

And here's the lovely CissaFireheart enjoying some Mardi Gras entertainers!

Then there's the two of us being absolutely silly after an infusion of caffeine from the Starbucks stand. It was a welcome infusion too, since it was colder than heck out there! And really REALLY windy too!

We got plenty of beads. Probably would have gotten more except we were right under a tree and it coaught the most of anyone there.

and here is random Mardi Gras boy with beads. Cissa and I said we'd blog about him if he gave us some beads. (I lied and said I was "really big" on the internet!) LOL!

And that's it for now. We got back rather late due to a car problem so I am tired as all get out! Blog ya later gators!

Tired.

Yes I am. Very tired.

So you get cute puppy pictures.

Because he is just so damn cute!

And he is just so helpful to mommy at work.

Plus the fact that he has those brown eyebrows just kills me!

I'll write more tomorrow...... maybe.

Whew.

Well, made it through another practice tonight. I was a little slow, but I was chalking that up to having a sinus full of dust from a house I went to and cleaned. See, we have this customer who I've cleaned their house ever since I started working here. They were just an occasional customer but this past summer the husband said if I was the one to come and supervise the clean he'd schedule regularly. So I said OK and got them scheduled. The weird thing is they may own a house, but they sure don't know how to take care of it! I have been there and seen black mold in their sinks, leaks in their plumbing, and today I found out they didn't have a filter on their inside air intake! It was so caked in dust and grime it rained dust bunnies down on me when I opened it up! I got the husband and showed him the vents and the amount of crap that was in his duct work and he was nodding saying he thought his allergies were acting up every time his air conditioner turned on! I told him no wonder!!! Then I suggested he get estimates for duct cleaning. So now I have a stuffy head and a grateful customer. Whee. One of these days I'll learn to quit while I'm ahead.
Now I am ready for the weekend. I'm tired, sore from derby, and if things go my way I'm gonna see Mardi Gras and KC and the Sunshine band on Saturday! If things REALLY go my way I will be seeing KC with the amazing and lovely CissaFireheart and her girls!! I am psyched. I wish HHH could go, but he's on call. Boo, hiss!! Anyway, we'll see. Now it's time for bed. I am beat and this week has kicked my ass! Goodnight all!

Bidness.

Ah..... work. That eternal angst that gets us out of bed in the morning. The killer of cozy bed times, the single most detested reason people give for being tired and frustrated.

I have been kicking ass at my job lately. Wednesday alone I landed a client at $240 a month, and got an existing client to up their service to weekly instead of monthly! That will bring in another $300 a month. If I keep this up I'll have the Crazy Monday lady gone soon, but then again, maybe not. I asked Boss Lady if I was close to replacing her income so we could drop her and Boss Lady started waffling. I hate it when people say something and then reneg on their statement. Hrmph.

In other news, the motorcycle is pretty frickin' awesome! HHH and I have been riding every chance we get. Today was interesting though, because I got a frantic call from HHH. Seems the bike stalled out and he couldn't get it to turn back on. I ran out to get the kids from school and halfway through that I called HHH again to see where he was and what was going on with the bike. Turns out......IT WAS OUT OF GAS!!! Yep. There is no gas gauge on the Triumph bikes, so you have to keep an eye on your mileage. So I got the kids home and HHH drove me back to work on the motorcycle. Then after work he came to get me on it and we rode to get Chinese before going home. It's fun to ride with my scarf cheerily fluttering behind me as we speed off to somewhere unknown. Yes we are dorky like that!

So now I am going to take a few tylenol, eat some chips and salsa, and try not to think about how much my legs and ankles hurt from Derby practice the other night.

Owwie doesn't even begin to cover it!