Summer Time Blues

It's been over a week since I have had time to post. A lot of nothing has been in the way. I have had some family drama, work drama and intestinal drama. Where o where do I begin?

I have to quit my job. My newest babysitter told me last night that she is moving to Chicago and July 12th will be her last day. I got no back up, so I gotta go. Work is getting a little slow and I got in trouble the other day. I know, I know it is hard to believe, but I guess it is unprofessional when you call a colleague a freak. I didn't really call her a freak, I said she was acting like a freak. Apparently that hurt her feelings and she told my boss, who confronted me. Luckily it was also a day when I wasn't wearing the required hosiery. In my defense, it was really hot and my colleague was acting like a freak. Another example of the defective self censor.

My transgender client was in last week. He and I talked more about his court case. He inadvertently left out that in addition to the sword and the musket that was found on his person, they also found a live grenade. He further explained that the reason he was so upset with his wife was that she wrecked his "pony girl" S&M outfit that he had been making for an upcoming parade. She even pulled out the ostrich plume. It all makes a lot more sense to me now. Who wouldn't be angry? Now he's gone to have to settle for "ordinary" leather bondage equipment. (Everyone go look up "pony girl", I'll wait.)

Anyhow, he decided that he is going to divorce her. He also gave me the link to pictures of himself as a woman. He ain't pretty. I thought he'd look better, he just kinda looks slutty. I don't know what I was expecting. How many people into S&M dress in Laura Ashley?

Other than that work is work. It's been a month since I stopped smoking. It's also been a month since I stopped sleeping and pooping. Who knew that J. was asking me to give up so much. I got a little stomach bug yesterday. Prayed a lot when I was in the car. I know, I know, I can never be satisfied.

I got a call from my folks last night. They wanted to make sure that I don't get to start thinking of myself as some type of fancy pants. They went to my cousin's wedding this weekend. Apparently I need to be reminded that in every family there is a hillbilly. My cousin got married in a field, with Port-a-Potties, an accordion player and naturally the best food and beverages. PBR and Amber Mist. My mom ruined her silk dress in the mud and my dad had dead bugs all over his linen jacket. We're blood related.

I only have a couple weeks left until my vacation to Mexico. I don't have a passport yet, but I'm sure it'll show up the day after we leave. Gotta go get A. from her Nazi swim camp. Hope she learns to swim.