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     Tomorrow I head home.  I cannot wait!  I can't wait to see my monsters.  I can't wait to sleep in my bed.  I can't wait to cook.  Yes, I said I can't wait to cook.  I really can't.  I've only gotten two "home cooked" meals since I've been here.  Hurricane made one of them.  He did hamburgers out on the grill one night.  One other night, Ruth cooked and made a roast.   I want meatloaf or bbq chicken or some spaghetti.  I'd be happy with a frozen pizza right now.  Sad right?  I've been taken out to dinner numerous times by friends.  Its not that I haven't eaten.  But I really would love to have something that comes out of my oven.  

     Ruth and IC still at her mom's house.  It sure appears that the trip to my house isn't going to happen.  Supposedly the whole reason that I couldn't take Elmer to the fair was that if we took him to the fair - they wouldn't be able to meet up with her mom till this evening which would mean that they couldn't drive home till tomorrow.  So I gave up taking Elmer to the fair so that they could leave last night.  Supposedly if they left last night, they'd come home tonight so that IC could leave with me tomorrow.  HA.  That didn't happen.  Now, the story is that they're going to meet up with me tomorrow before I hit the highway.  Anyone wanna bet that this never happens?  So basically, I got ripped off.  I didn't get to take Elmer to the fair and I'll be surprised if IC gets to come home with me and see his brothers.  How mad will I be?  Probably not.  Why get mad?  Either he's going to cowboy up and stop giving up things that he wants and stop putting her family in front of ours or he won't.  Its his life.  He's the one that has to be happy.  So long as he's happy and doing well - it's not my business.  All I can do is to be here when he needs me. 

  Fair story of the day:  I had a girl today doing the happy dance in line.  She "had to go"!  Right then.  So by the time we got to the bathroom, she went to pull her pants down and squat and I heard this good large pop and urine went EVERYWHERE.  I mean on the toilet, the floor, down her pants and even all over the wall.  She said " I had been holding it for so long I really had to go."  I was biting my tongue and cheek trying not to crack up laughing in her face.  I knew what had happened.  She had had a balloon or condom with someone else' urine in it and it had broken all over her.  Can you say.... KARMA?  Oh and BTW... She failed.  She admitted to Teri (the lady that owns the company) what had happened.  No pride ethics sense of self worth sense in that girl was there?  

     Teri had a good one late this afternoon too.  He gave her a cold specimen.  For those of you who might not know what this means - it means it wasn't his urine.  There are temperature strips on the cups.  The strips turn blue/green someplace between 90-100 degrees.  No color on the temp strip = specimen not body temperature = someone trying to cheat (or a corpse walking around trying to get a job).  When Teri told him that she couldn't take his specimen, he pulled a wad of cash out of his pocket with a $100 bill on top and asked her if she couldn't .... "change her mind".  Ummmmm - no.  Not a chance.   Like Teri said- big wad of cash probably equals drug dealer looking for a free pass into the fair to deal more drugs.  That would be a bad deal.  


    So, I'm looking forward to heading home.  Homecoming is tomorrow night.  I'll be back in time to watch my extras boys play football. I'm looking forward to visiting with Carol.  Giving Carol, B and Colby their shirts (I'll take pictures of the shirts after I get them).  I look forward to seeing all the kids who will be coming up to me and giving me hugs.  I've so missed getting hugs.  

     Hurricane took care of my car today.  It was running rough.  There was apparently a june bug and a couple of butterflies and some other assorted things in my massively dirty air filter.  He checked all my fluids.  Went and got me a new air filter and put it in and did a few other maintenance type things that really needed done.  He went and did some Christmas shopping with me. And then he put the Rangers game on and watched the last few innings with me. Probably one of the most enjoyable times I've spent with him in I can't tell you how long.  Now we're laying in his room watching one of the stupidest movies I've ever seen.  Well, he and Donna are watching it.  I'm desperately trying to ignore it.  Well, there's a relief.  It's over.  Don't ask me what the name of it was - I really spent the last few hours tuning it out.  It was horrid.  Ok, well off here - it's late.  One more day.  The car is loaded - I'm ready to go.  I'll have to be careful to not speed on the way home.  


*keep smiling!*

What a week!

Let me say, I usually can't work.  My Dr. chews my tail out every year when I attempt to do this.  But it's only for a few weeks, it's only a few hours a day, and my kids wouldn't get a darn thing for Christmas if I didn't do it.  So, if it costs me physically in the long run- I'll have to deal with it down the road.  Right?  And the people I meet are GREAT!  Some of them are actually great- and some of them are just great characters.  

Yesterday was a typical first day of the fair day.  People who can't pass the drug test - wait till the absolutely last minute to try and clean their systems out or try to find a way to CHEAT.  And they apparently all think we were born yesterday- have never seen ANYONE try to cheat before- and are stupid as a wall with the crap they try to get past us.  My friend I was working with yesterday caught 2 guys with condoms rubber banded to their....ummmm most private places- trying to smuggle someone else's pee in to take the tests.  I'm thinking like- wouldn't that HURT?  ouuuuuuuuch.  We had one carny fail for every upper we test for.  Meth-amphetamines, amphetamines, and cocaine.  His excuse:  "They only gave me a weeks warning that I'd have to drug test".  The sad part- all of those clear your system in 3 days.  So, he's so strung out, he can't quit for 3 days. ( So, he was just going to go hit another state and another fair where they don't drug screen.)  And they don't work if they test positive for that stuff.  I got cussed out yesterday by some young kid mad at me for failing him on his test.  Like I put a gun to his head- made him stick those illegal drugs into his system and then lie to his boss.  Yep- that's me!  Armed and dangerous.  I'm a thinking that my KIDS ride those rides and I'd just not rather have someone strung out on cocaine working the controls.  You know what I mean?  And by all means- they are NOT all like that.  Less than 1% who apply are actually dirty.   Most of them are neat, law-abiding folks who have one of the neatest and hardest jobs.  They get to travel all over the country and see all kinds of things.  I love to travel.  

Had to take B with me to work yesterday.  He is sick AGAIN.  We left work yesterday and ran straight to the pediatrician.  The rag weed is out and vicious this year and he goes straight from allergies to sinus infection.  So, he got to be at the fair on opening day.  He saw the parade and the first BMX bike show.  Those 2 things are right by the office.  The rest of the day he spent huddled in his jacket in the office feeling miserable.  But I knew I'd never make it back from where the fair is to the house to where his dr's office is in time.  He's so miserable- he's not playing ball today.  

Well, off to clean a weeks worth of mess from this house!  Have a great weekend all.