Of Mice and Men...or people in general

I got a phone call the other night about a college graduation party at Chucky Cheese...the ratio of Adult to child would be about 4-1 at this party...so to even things out(more to give the grandparents a break) I took the neice with me. I hyped up the experience to a two year old the whole way there, that I began to believe that the Pizza was made of gold,the Mouse costume was made of soft velvet, OH how the Coke flowed like water. Upon entering...there was a 15 year old who had roped off the entrence with a velvet rope checking our names! This is no HIGH class club here, this is Chucky Cheese and that kid over there just crapped his pants in the Balls, so ya better just let me in already. After being stamped and stickered we entered and made our way to the show room, and reserved party tables right infront of the Puppet Show. Have you ever been? These animatronics animals of sorts...ACTUALLY...I don't know what they were. There was a big fuzzy purple thing...that had some sort of somethin he would wave his hands over that looked like a keyboard. To the neice this was HEAVEN Messmerized she saw everything in it's trailorpark glory. Tim the Jew even found us a female Drag Queen! I thought this just might turn out to be okay, when i decided we must have pizza of sorts. YOU WANT HOW MUCH FOR A PIZZA... 13 DOLLARS FOR A CHEESE(ALL CHEESE) PIZZA. The Neice on the other hand was MESSMERIZED. From the stiff moving anamatronics, the THOUSANDS of unruly children(not so much the Drag Queen) she FINALLY saw the Mouse, or Rat. The Costume had been around one too many years, and was wearing thin in places. The neice turned to me saying "Chucky Cheese likes me, he likes me a lot. I like him. He is nice huh. He likes me a lot." I thought it would be fun for her to run up and hug his leg...oh no she stopped dead in her tracks like a deer in head lights. It was then I saw that a TWO year old was trying to psych herself up to meet this UGLY Mouse. To ease the painful experience I fore saw, I took her to the games and rides. She RAN to the cage of balls... She jumped in and on some kids head where then she quickly drowded. I stood watching in horror, yelling "Swim Swim" from the side. Seeing the look on my face she began to move her arms wildly to keep her head above the colored balls. SO from game to game, ride to ride, and after certin heads were jumped on in the massive cage of balls...I decided it was time to head out. I realized 1) why going there made the best Birth Control EVER and 2) why I had long forgotten the times I was there.

Some Days Lasts Longer Then Others

Snow in the forecast. This is going to be the longest day of my life...I can tell.

The Old Grey Mare Just Ain't What She Use To Be...

I tried to get this going for the New Year...but I didn't have any new Musings. I am in the middle of collecting a few things from the male friend there was a recent split from. Damn him if he took off with my signed Von Bondies dollar bill, or my IMA Robot CD. I HATE splits like this...My best CD's and DVD's end up missing. I hate that they get so wierd when something like this happens. I was the one being tossed aside, and I am cool with it, no regrets but really why do they have to be babbies about it and make it wierd.
I was out of the of the office the other day getting a few things...and ended up at the Mall up the road. If you have ever wondered what happened to people when they reach a withered age, I have unearthed that age old mystery. They end up at the bargin stores. I was hoping to save a buck so I ran into the dollar store, because they have everything you never really knew you needed for a dollar. I was standing in this long line of seniors, praying that one of em wouldn't drop dead in front of me (because I could not be calm in that situation). So there I am sighing loudly, shifting my weight from foot to foot, and it finally hit me...why the hell wasn't this line moving? Oh well it couldn't be that the Old lady at the register was haggling with the cashier over a product that clearly was marked as a dollar. If you cast your eyes about the store, you would see that CLEARLY everything was marked in fashion forward Green signs that say "EVERYTHING A DOLLAR". Then I started thinking about old people, and something I thought about every so often, at what point is a dollar NOT cheap enough? More importantly, at what age does one become a Mall Walker? I use to be an Asst. Manager at the Music store in the Mall and opened the store on more then one occassion and I can't tell you how many Mall Walkers just about ran me over by whilest I was stumbling twards the store. Oh there were all the regular mall walkers, the Sweater bandits(two ladies who wore I swear to you more then one sweater, my friend and I use to joke that they would knock the other old ladies down steal their sweaters and take off speed walking because they were really quite speedy), the Witch ( she looked like a witch I swear to you), and the coffee boys(they would walk one lap then go get coffee, walk two more laps get another coffee).That is something to really think about...at what age does one say to themselves, "I could use a bit of excercise but the gym just isn't going to do it. I know!! I should walk around the mall!" I think I would rather purchase me a Suzanne Summers Thigh Master then be a mall walker. Really is that such a workout? I was at the mall last night and looked at the mall directory for a store, and saw that they also put up how many laps around the entire mall to equal a mile. It was like two complete laps around the mall to equal one mile. The Hell you say??? your kidding? wow that is easier then the gyms track...it's like 4 times you have to run around it. And then get this, there are people that walk the mall that wear clothes!! Seriously, Mall Walkers wear jogging suites that you wear to work out in. I know that is a Concept! Jogging suites for work out purposes and NOT fashion???WHA WHA WHA??? The Security gaurds get there early, but not too early to let you in so that you can have you leisure speed walk in peace, and there is that nice easy music playing over head...you don't have to mess with headphones, CD Players, or Ipods that are bulky...you just listen to the over head stuff. With the New Yeah I Do have to losse that 20 lbs...and I hate the Gym. You know I HATE running, its such a STUPID sport....I could use the exercise...