Nothing much happened today. I woke up late as usual. No matter how many times I tell myself to wake up early it never happens. I have started to takle my mountians of laundry. I hate doing laundry so much I wait until I am out of clothes until I do any. I told myself I will just wait until tomorrow to do the hand wash stuff. Wow, what a bore am I that I am writing about laundry. I had a strange encounter at the Waffle House the other night. I went around 11:00pm to get a bite to eat and read a little. There was this older guy at the counter talking on his cell phone he kept looking at me strange. While I was reading, I hear the guy say, "She just needs some good luvin'." I look up and he is staring directly at me with this glare while he said this. A few mintutes later I pay and head on out. While I was leaving the guy stopped me and asked what I was reading. I showed him and was pressing toward the door. He then asked where I lived. Freaked out, I asked why. He said he wanted a ride home. I told him I was headed the other way and left. I locked my car door behind me and drove off. I was still kinda weirded out by the time I got to my house and hurried inside. Why would anyone think that was acceptable?
Yesterday, I went to see my friend Beulah after making the stuffed peppers for what seemed like FOREVER! There were a lot of people at her house because today was the day of her daughter's funeral and she had her friend's from her church come by and some family that didn't go to Florida for the service. She stayed calm for their visit but when it started getting a little late and the only people left were her care giver, her grandson's wife, and her great-grandchildren, and me, she started to break down. I left around 9:00 already feeling drained from promising her that I would arrive at her house at 7:00am on Sun, get her ready, feed her breakfast, get ready myself, take her to church, go out to lunch with her, and then take her home and settle her down, and then leave at 2:00pm. I used to do 12 hour shifts with her so 7 hours shouldn't be too bad as long as I bring sneakers to wear until we get to church where I will put on heals. I don't have a proper Easter outfit either. All I have is funeral clothes and sexy going out to get drunk clothes. I was thinking I could go somewhere cheap tomorrow to find something to wear, but I don't think I have enough dicipline to walk into a store and not spend at least $90 on clothes. So I will either try to hide some cleavage in my pin-up dress or try to match a top with my dress pants. I think the pants might work better with having to lift Beulah in and out of the car, and I could incorporate a "Easter" color into nice black dress pants. This is one reason I hat church, you can't go as you are. I have to change clothes all day Easter to please people. I will still be out of place because even if I did wear my purple dress which is an "Easter color" it is too short for church. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! Do these people realy think Jesus wanted to us to celebrate his resurection with a fucking pastel fasion show in a building that magically turns people into fake assholes who think they are better than everyone else. FuCK!!!!!!!! Sorry, I think I'm gonna go get a drink now.
Yesterday, I went to see my friend Beulah after making the stuffed peppers for what seemed like FOREVER! There were a lot of people at her house because today was the day of her daughter's funeral and she had her friend's from her church come by and some family that didn't go to Florida for the service. She stayed calm for their visit but when it started getting a little late and the only people left were her care giver, her grandson's wife, and her great-grandchildren, and me, she started to break down. I left around 9:00 already feeling drained from promising her that I would arrive at her house at 7:00am on Sun, get her ready, feed her breakfast, get ready myself, take her to church, go out to lunch with her, and then take her home and settle her down, and then leave at 2:00pm. I used to do 12 hour shifts with her so 7 hours shouldn't be too bad as long as I bring sneakers to wear until we get to church where I will put on heals. I don't have a proper Easter outfit either. All I have is funeral clothes and sexy going out to get drunk clothes. I was thinking I could go somewhere cheap tomorrow to find something to wear, but I don't think I have enough dicipline to walk into a store and not spend at least $90 on clothes. So I will either try to hide some cleavage in my pin-up dress or try to match a top with my dress pants. I think the pants might work better with having to lift Beulah in and out of the car, and I could incorporate a "Easter" color into nice black dress pants. This is one reason I hat church, you can't go as you are. I have to change clothes all day Easter to please people. I will still be out of place because even if I did wear my purple dress which is an "Easter color" it is too short for church. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! Do these people realy think Jesus wanted to us to celebrate his resurection with a fucking pastel fasion show in a building that magically turns people into fake assholes who think they are better than everyone else. FuCK!!!!!!!! Sorry, I think I'm gonna go get a drink now.