After a meeting of the minds

And glowing eyes, it was decided! I need a new hair style to start my new chapter. Stay tuned ...

So, my job...

paid good.
Other than that, was a huge headache.
They paid us to put up with their family disfunction. They fight, they curse, they throw punches, they drink, they expose themselves...what more can you say.
Come on, I grew up in a fairly disfunctional family. My father is an Alcoholic (sober 20 yrs). We were never allowed to hit, expose ourselves or belittle others. I work at the circus only they never let do my "famous" backbend.
Now, I am looking for a new job, which sucks. I am actually so relieved that I don't have to work in a place where you wonder every day who is going to explode. I have actually been told "we are fucking up the company" ("we", being all of us in the office). We listen every day to the family fighting which includes, yelling profanities and physical fighting. I have been pushed up against file cabinets and felt up, shown the grandsons freshly pierced penis and then accussed of making moves on the owners husband (who is 74+ yrs old). The only reason I stayed was...2 boys and a good pay check.
At some point you just stop caring and/or performing. It became so much drama just to go to work that I couldn't stand it. I didn't do the best job I could do, I felt like I gave exactly what they treated me like...shit.
This is the first time I can say I left a job feeling bad.
They sucked the life out of me. They are soooo crazy.

UH HUH, YES I DID!

I am officially the dumbest dork alive. I permed my own hair! I know, I know, I don't know how to perm hair. Every time I look in the mirror I laugh because I don't know why I thought it was a good idea, then I cry. The only good thing is I had jury duty yesterday and I didn't get picked for a trail. I guess no one wants a crack whore on their jury.

My Butterfly

I have always said Nick was my busy bee and Devon was my butterfly in the making. He has such a sweet, soulful spirit just still a little "caterpillary" (I know, that isn't a word) right now. He has been gone for a week to Nature Camp in Santa Barbara. He learned so many things about rocks and plants and animals, just right up his alley! He came home with many bug bites that have been itching him like crazy so I bought him some Calimine lotion. When I got home from work last night he was on the couch, in his underwear (watch out Homer Simpson). The living room smelled like perfume. I asked him what the smell was and he told me that he had put some of "the lotion" on his bug bites. I knew it wasn't the lotion I smelled so I just sat by him and we talked for a few minutes. The smell was very familiar so I went into my bathroom and when I opened the medicine chest...sure enough...the top was off my perfume! He was wearing my Clinique "happy" perfume? So? My caterpillar is happy! I wonder what kind of butterfly he will grow into? Hehehe- Painted Lady perhaps?