It's been....an eventful few days. Got home from work yesterday to an empty house, which is kinda normal. My parents are super active with their church, so there's no telling what class they're taking or teaching, or what fundraiser they're heading up. Talk to my lover for a bit then decide to take a nap. Go to set my alarm and see a missed call and a text from my mom.

The text said she'd taken my Dadoo to the ER, he was having another heart attack. This makes.....what.....9, 10? So I call, then head up there. His pain had subsided, but they wanted to keep him overnight. Didn't have any beds in ICU, so transferred him to another hospital. I spent the remainder of the evening helping my mom make breakfast casseroles for some church thing in the AM. (Ya see what I mean?)

He had a cardiac cath this morning by some new hotshot Dr. On loan from some huge hospital somewhere. Dude wants to preform some new procedure oh Daddoo, that while risky, could mean the stint in his heart that's been collapsed for years would be reopened. If THAT works, in a few weeks, he wants to do an even NEWER procedure that is even riskier....but would open up a bypass that had collapsed and pump blood back into the part of his heart that's been "dead" for years.

Risky, but rewarding. If Daddoo goes ahead with it, and it's successful, he will, in theory, not have any more heart issues at all. We shall see.

Until then, I work tomorrow. Meaniebutt drives down and arrives tomorrow night. We spend our first tropical storm together, then he gets to hold my hand Monday as Daddoo goes under the knife.

I'm ready for nice and boring, please?

I have been ill the past 3 days. Ill in a way I wouldn't wish on my worst foe.....as a matter of fact,I wonder if someone wished it on me....

Ugh... no matter. I push through, fight through, work through anything. I'm working 5-2 tomorrow, off Friday, and Saturday.....I work 5-2 again, and then I wait.....and wait.....and WAIT. My Meaniebutt drives down with a loaded down trailer in what could be the middle of a tropical storm.... and tho he promises to be safe, I know he'll drive throu hades to be here.

Worried............and Grrrrrrrrrrr

I get it. Why comments on blogs and status' are down.....but views are WAY up...... it's more fun to watch drama from afar. And I get it, cause I do it too, just look at forums.

But my drama ends here, unless ya'll wanna read about work, fishing, Meanie, or the rest of my family.....So be warned....

For the first time in years, I had to lock myself into a freezer to cry I was laughing so hard. The POS I'd told ya'all about? ......*snorts*...... he was, once upon a time, an Asst. Manager......and stepped down because he couldn't handle the hours.He actually tested a month before me...

Que to today: Store manager comes up to me with some papers....

"OK, I know you JUST filled these out a month or two ago, but they're re-opening the request period, and I gotta make sure your name is down"

So I fill out the form for Asst. Bakery manager AND another for Manager. While I'm doing this me n him are discussing different stores, and what they would mean for me. .....The entire time POS is watching us with a very sour look on his face...

Store manager: "Oh! You tested for Asst the time before last, didn't you?"

POS*nods*

SM "Here, you should fill one out too...."

Meanwhile, I get back to work pulling things from the freezer to put out on the floor after they thaw. I see the asst store manager talking to POS.... "You can't put in an app for bakery manager......."

"Well, she did!"

"She has the experience......and the training....and...well.....she has the experience".........he said as he wadded up POS's manager app and tossed it in the trash......



I closed the door to the freezer I was in and laffed and laffed............

Shit is shaping up nicely and getting hella close. We now posses a PO box in our names, as well as a unit at a storage complex..... There has been a U-Haul rented, and now it's a bunch of packing and saying goodbyes on his end, and a shit ton of work, wait, and worry on mine.

Work is a wonderful distraction for me, as it's FUCKED up!!!! Ugh.... I've been off two days, and came into a big wad of "fuck you Krik" when I got there today. Never mind I had 50 hours of workers scheduled TUESDAY.....the SLOWEST day of the week.... check today and I have a grand total of 36 hours..... ......

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Seriously?!?! No. I'm serious. *face palms* AND the dept is EMPTY. Our "push" item this week is 2 dozen cookies. We NEED to sell 215 packs to meet our goals. The cookie table is......empty of course. I go to try and set some up to bake, bit....there's none in the freezer.... WTF? When I left Tuesday, I had ordered 3 cases of chocolate chip, 2 sugar, and a case each of oatmeal and peanut butter. They should have been on the
ruck YESTERDAY....

Till I go and look at the receiving sheet: what was actually ordered and we got. Goddamn sumbitch if my manager didn't come in after I left and take off all the cookies, plus a bunch of other stuff we NEED. ..........Ladies and Gents, this ain't my first rodeo.....I know there's a fine line between ordering what I WANT to have in the shop, and what we NEED to have. And I toe that line.

.....Needless to say, when Mr. Store Manager and Asst. Mr. Store Manager walked over and asked why the ONE product we HAD to have is nearly out of stock.....I told them. AND showed them. A habit I'd gotten into running my last shop, I print what I've ordered, and keep it in my personal notebook, so when my (either) Manager or Asst came behind me and changed the order, my ass was covered. CYA, my friends.... CYA.

Some might take this as throwing my manager under the bus. So be it. He hasn't been in the shop for over a week.....and he wants to alter the order because he THINKS he knows what we need??!?

*deep breaths* On the upside, got my new laptop screen in the mail today.....gonna replace my cracked all to hell screen Sunday. *flexes* Thank the Gods for you tube!

I biked down to the bay again tonight to watch the sun set. I got so much more of a show than normal. Hundreds of dragonflies circling, three dolphins playing some sort of tag game out in the deep water, carp jumping out of the water to be framed against the pastel hues of the twilight sky......


The wind off the bay blew in the salty sweet smell of the water, the waves lapping and gurgling against the rocks....it was so peaceful, and so beautiful. I thanked my Goddess and God for providing me with such a wonderful show, bowed my head and thanked them for all I have. A loving family, caring friends, a fantastic job, good health, the love of a good man, and the promise of even better things to come.

I am so very blessed, and life is so very beautiful, so very precious.

Finally have a day off since mine and Meanie's 4 day weekend. FINALLY. Ugh... It's been a hella 9 days. My manager was away at a workshop, so I've been testing my managerial skills. All in all, a good, if exhausting week.

Anyway, these promised pics! As you know, we splurged and got a hotel room for Saturday night. Check in was 3pm, so we checked in right on time, dropped our stuff off in the room, and headed to the beach....



White sands, emerald waters, the sun shining and my darlin by my side...


Sandy feet n all...

As per request:

Obligatory Krick in a bikini with beer shot.

We stayed out on the beach till the sun went down. Then we headed up to the room. Taking off my bikini, Realized my bottoms were FILLED with sand... Will post THOSE on the pic page, as not everyone who reads my blog wants to see my naughty bits!

The next day, we headed over to the pier for some fishing. We didn't bother going for the big stuff this time, just having fun catching lil things. We both caught bunches, tho Meanie outfished me. THIS time:


There was a good 20 minutes where a dolphin decided it was hungry and wanted Meanie's catches (we catch and release). So Meanie would catch a fish, and Fred (the dolphin) would wait for him to toss it back.... and woe be to US if he didn't catch a fish, for Fred would swim up out of the water and blow us a great big FU! LOL! I wish ya'll could see the video. Hilarious!

Anyway, pics never do anything justice. We had such an amazing time together. Everything is falling into place nicely, so very very soon, I'll have my Meaniebutt back with me.

I'm trying to sleep, but I smell his cologne all inside my room... Every time I walk in there...BAM!!! I smell him......but he's not there. As tired as I am, not rushing for bed.He's not there.

My eyes watered when I got home from work.....because he's not there.

My life feels so paused and so empty, because he's not there. But I'll keep working, keep fighting, keep loving.....until he is here.

My darlin, my heart, the man that loves me completely, my aine true love... leaves in the morning. It's utterly bittersweet. Bitter, because I swear it get's harder and harder to say goodbye. Sweet, because we'll be together again so very soon.

*sigh* The man has changed my life. I've never been more confident, never felt more beautiful, never been more loved. I can move mountains, I can catch stars.

Now I'm going to go snuggle up with my darlin. Watch some TV while he sleeps peacefully in my arms. And just before his alarm goes off, I'm planning on waking him up....with something to put a smile on his face for the drive back.

Oh good LORD! Today at work SUCKED. Like an open wound. My alarm went off at 3:30am. Supposedly. I sure as hell didn't hear it. I did, however, wake up for the 4:15am alarm, which, I did not set. Unless Asleep Kricket was playing a mean ass prank on Supposed-to-be-Awake Kricket. Which, if that was the case.....Asleep Kricket is a bitch.

Alarm goes off, and I bolt. I'm super talented. Can do my hair and brush my teeth at the same time, and usually don't ever confuse the toothpaste with the hair wax. Usually. Throw on my bakers whites, grab a pair of socks, and out the door in 5. Generally it takes me 45 minutes to get to work. Fuuuuuuuck. I HAVE to stop to get some coffee. Society as a whole greatly improves it's chances of survival if I do. Shoot a text to my opening decorator letting her know I'm running late and put the pedal to the metal.

Pull into the lot at 4:58am. Sweet!!!! I can make it under the wire. I'm even smart and. park behind the store so I can just walk in through the receiving dock and clock in rather than waiting for whoever has the motherfucking key to the front doors to mosey on up. (I seriously waited a good 10 minutes yesterday.) MOTHERFUCKER!!!! The door is down and locked. WTF?!?!?

I walk allllllll the way around the shopping plaza and ring the front doorbell. And I wait....and.....fuck this.....ring it again. A minute n a half later, I lean on that sonofabitch. It is now 5:01 and I am LATE motherfuckers! Finally, asst. Grocery manager struts up. It's 5:02. I tell him I'm not clocking in. He's gonna have. To put my punch in manually at 4:58 because he don't know how to open a fucking door.....


My day seriously went DOWNhill from there.... but now I'm home. And with my darlin. Work is getting shut the fuck up in a dimly lit corner of my brain until tomorrow. All I need now are some kisses, maybe a foot rub, and this last sweet night of love before our two week separation.

Ya like his new profile pic? *grins* I took it

I mean, really? I could possibly be the luckiest woman in the world. The past four day weekend was....amazing, mind blowing. I won't even try to describe our time together for you. There isn't a way to describe such happiness, frustration, joy, and wonder in our written language.

The real magic happened when I had to go back to work. Coming home to kisses, back and foot rubs, an affectionate man.... Honestly. I am in heaven.

Getting ready to watch Sons of Anarchy. Ma darlin is gonna snuggle me and keep it CLEAN!!! No hanky panky till after the show