vinyle

Did someone say vacation? That's right I get to go on vacation next week. I'm going to pick up laceyglove , I have one sneak preview day, work 3 days then it's vacation. I should be packing right now, my room is covered in bathing suits and assorted beach items. It takes me forever to pack. I should be picking out my award winning recipe for the cooking competition. I should be practicing my pool game and hot tub soak. Time for that later.

I will be childless for 6 days starting tomorrow. I should have some major excitement planned, but the magic 8 ball is telling me outlook is cloudy at this point. If you want to join me in hunting for fun sign the dotted line: -----------------


I almost forgot, if anyone would like to find me a new job: one that is exciting, fulfilling, allows sufficient play time and pays extremely well I will love you forever.

I'm not updating I'm just adding on a story that will be in my memoir Confessions from a Catholic Schoolgirl's Notebook:
In 9th grade I sucked so bad at algebra my teacher took my book away from me because "there was no point in trying to teach me anything". I got to sit in the back of the class with the 2 other guys who had their books taken away, Chuck Brown the skater and Big Daddy Russ. Big Daddy Russ was a short jehri curled hispanic guy who wore his addidas, mercedes medallion and crusher hat proudly. He would not answer the teacher until she not only addressed him as Big Daddy Russ or BDR, but also asked the question in rap form. That was 9th grade algebra.