Rat food donut bait

Posted by Karen Falcon | Posted in | Posted on 1:49 PM

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The last time I looked at the schedule, I had 3 days off in a row: Sun, Mon, Tue.

When I was hired, of course that was one of the first things I asked my new boss-lady.
(that sounds like a derogatory pet-name, but she's awesome and you can't hear my cutsie tone, ha ha If I didn't like her, I'd call her bossy-bitch, as in this previous post from a previous job)

Anyhoo, I digress.

That was what I saw on the schedule last time I checked, last time before last night that is. Hmmm, gee, suddenly it's changed. Isn't that juuuuust like a new job to bait and switch the new bitch. Whatever, fine, I got an extra day in there so I could use the extra money, only now, I have split days off, bummer for the sucker new girl. &^%$#@ That's what I get for settling for a stupid name-tag job.

Like I've said in previous posts, and I have to keep reminding myself and appreciate, hey, it's p/t hours that affords me more time at home with my kiddo and it's even great benefits at p/t hours, and that is a great value that is hard to come by.

Any dirt happen on the job last night that I can blog about? A little, here's the chit.

We were closing up shop (the deli) and the 3 of us ended up huddled over in a far corner, hovering over the sink, deciding what we were going to do for the very last task before we can head out the door. We were kina stalling a minute, deciding if we were going to just leave the dirty mop as usual, just wrung out to dry, or take a nice proactive stance and soak it overnight in a bleach bucket.....we decided to grab a bucket and get it all freshie, it would only take a couple extra minutes anyway.

I look over to my right at the rack to see if there is a bucket to grab, and I was at just the right angle to see a sweet surprise under the rack, on the floor. I say, "Ooh, cool, rat food." And the other 2 girls say, "Huh?" So I point under the rack. And I added this juicy bit, "I know exactly what those are from and how they got there." Both girls look at me, curious, of course. Inside, I begin to regret even opening my mouth about this.

I started it, so I had to finish it(damn). I continue with the big reveal, "Well, it was my first or second day, and we were really busy back here, everyone was either busy at the counter or just buzzing around doing something. I walked back to the fryer and I saw that an entire box of those donuts was aaaallll over the floor, a lot of them, I mean, donuts everywhere. 'so-n-so & whats-her-name' were scrambling to pick them all up before anyone notices. They were looking fast and furious at the counter to see if customers caught it and then they both saw that I totally saw the whole thing. They both stopped and looked at me like, "Oh, she's the new girl, what is she going to do?
I just kept on walking and didn't really acknowledge that they even looked at me and I certainly wasn't going to say anything being so new. I didn't want to be a little tattle-tale. But they were really scrambling to pick all those donuts up fast."

Both the girls last night were HORRIFIED! Their faces were priceless! I told them, "I wasn't sure if that was the 'norm' around here, like a 5 second rule or something. " They said it is not the 'norm' and that it was really GROSS.

I ended it by adding, "Well, don't quote me on all that. I mean, yes, I saw them scrambling to pick up the donuts, but for all I know, they were scrambling to throw them away. I mean, I don't honestly know what they did with them. I don't want to get anyone in trouble. I just thought it was funny, spotting those 2 missed donuts under the rack and it was the same donuts."

They just walked away in silence and we all went to punch out.
Crap, why'd I have to even say anything. Now I feel bad. But you know what? I'm never eating a donut from that bakery that I don't know first hand exactly where it came from! ha ha

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It's a paycheck, with benefits

Posted by Karen Falcon | Posted in | Posted on 2:03 PM

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Off to work again today. My new p/t job is pretty silly, but it's a paycheck and benefits at even p/t hours, and that's great.

I really like (most) of the crew, so I probably should not get into too much detail about the parts I don't like, just in case someone from there runs across my blog! I don't advertise there, that I am a blogger, but it may slip sometime, and I don't need any drama, or gossip. There's already drama and gossip there, and I am just hanging back and trying to take it all in.
"Just doin' my job m'am, just doin' my job."

So, I have just a few minutes before I head out the door. Today will be day four and I am reeeeaaally tempted to go ahead and write about some of the chit-ola that has gone down already on the new job. It's a little like a mini-soap anywhere you work and it would feel therapeutic to type it all out of my system.
But, I haven't made up my mind yet if I'm going to go there, so here's a really cute vid I found just to get a post up.
Hopefully some juicy crap will happen at work tonight and I can run home and type type type! Hoo-AaaaH
(image:=goog'd 'grocery store deli', that's not our store)

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Just like Wayne's World, a wall of name-tag-jobs.

Posted by Karen Falcon | Posted in | Posted on 7:21 PM

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As I mentioned in my previous post, I started a new p/t job, outside home. It's another name-tag job, but this is a small community and there isn't much to choose from.

There is more, and maybe I am just chicken, but I am not sure how I would handle 911 dispatch, and if I'm 'not sure' you probably don't want me on the other end of that phone line.

So, I took a job at the local supermarket; wait, more like, grocery store. Ya, small town grocery store. But hey, they own it and they're doing a lot better than I am. I am quite sure, they even own their own house! ha ha, look at me, still renting.

I am trying to look at it is being appreciative just to be getting out of the house, I appreciate that I am able bodied to work any type of job, I am appreciative that it is only part-time, I am very appreciative that at even p/t I get benefits, medical, dental, vision and 401k - that's pretty cool for p/t. I am also appreciative that I get to meet some more new folks to cross eachothers' pathes.

My boss-lady is super great so far, and I hope it stays that way. She seems like a real sweetheart! The rest of the crew is sizing up pretty darn great too. Did I mention, I am in the deli? Not my first pick, but it's my foot in the door and it's a paycheck.

I always liked shopping there. Everyone always seemed genuinely nice and friendly, not putting on airs as if they are 'trying' to be nice just because of working there. It's a great small-town homey store and I like the crew.

Being in the deli, I get to see a lot of local lunch rush. This is a logging town and I have been here a few years now. In this town only 1 year, but in this area of Oregon Central Coast since 'o2.

I thought I'd seen all the logging-town pickins. I am just not into the loggers. I am sure there are some great guys, but, forgive me if I am over-generalizing, them loggers are a rough breed. Pretty rude n crude n dirty.

But, then again, I don't get out much, so I haven't afforded myself the opportunity to really see all there is to see, I don't care how small this town is, there is still more to offer.

So, in the mix of this local mini-rush of lunch hour (because there's not much choice of where else to go here, there are no fast foods in this town - a point that I like)
I was pleasantly reminded of the office infrastructure side of the lumber mill business - ah haaaaaaa

Here come strolling in and up to my counter some pretty yummers, very nice looking gentlemen. All so sweet, so kind, so friendly, I could go on and on. In all the years I have been out here, these are actually some new faces to me.

There's one in particular that walked up, grabbed something off the counter out front, looked down and began doing his own thing. (stoppit, don't be dirty)
I made a bee line for him, forget those other people in line, someone else on the deli crew can help them, I've got my eye on this cutie-patootie!

I greet him with my best easy-going, I'm not forcing it, but I'm forcing my best not fake smile, "Hi, what can I getcha?" He hands me a sheet of paper and Oh, it looks like he wants a sammich! Cool, I can do that. I'll make it with LOVE ! ha ha

It was my first sammich on the new job, so I walk back to my lil ol sammich fixin area and get to it. The boss lady comes over and tells me to try and remember to give it a quickie glance before they walk away and get their name. (he neglected to put his name at the top where there is a line for that.) Boss lady says it can get pretty crazy busy sometimes and when we can't remember their face, or who has what, it's always best to call out their name. Cool, makes sense.

He was so darn yummy cute Mr. Handsome, I have nooooooo trouble remembering him.
I make his sammie extra special, with as much goodies I can pile a mile high on his without getting caught and busted, wrap it up and walk back over to the counter. He wandered off to the magazine area and I see him standing there parusing something. He's probably looking at some chic that as closely resembles me as he can find and he is staring at her in a bikini and secretly wishing he was standing behind me while I slapped that sammich together. Don't worry bigguy, our time will come. ha ha

I stand there, holding his, um, sammich, gazing at "my guy" and finally he looks up.
I tell him (with my best smile I can muster), "Well, you didn't put your name on your paper and I didn't want to just yell, Hey You." He just smiled, chuckled, grabbed his sammich and left. I didn't want to be too obvious and ask 'what's your name anyway?'

Aftr he left, boss-lady tells me, "He'll be in everyday, he never leaves his name."
Sure enough, he was back today.

Today was my 2nd day on the job. I had honestly forgotten all about 'My Guy'. I was elbow deep in raw chicken parts, getting them prepped for the deep fryer, when I look up for one of my periodical scans of the counter to acknowledge customers and let them know we'll be right with them......when I see "HIM" walking up......

He is one of those SO FINE, so sweet, so cute, so shy guys that he just GLOWS! He walks up so gently floating to the counter, like a gorgeous, glorious, magnificent ANGEL gracing our humble little deli.

Since I was deep in raw chicken, Tammy walked over and grabbed his sammies slip. I definately shot him a smile though and nodded my head back in one of those guy-neck-snappy things like, "Hey buddy, ya, I see ya." He nooded back and gave me a very nice big very nice sweet very nice glowing FABULOUS smile! Man o man is he cute!

That was my last day shift though. I was only on days my first 2 days for training, but my official schedule is W,Th,F,Sat 3-9. So, I won't see him on his usual lunch sammie-stop.

I hope he misses me and comes-a-lookin. I'll be here, waiting for ya, gorgeous!
(image goog'd, that's not him, duh)

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Crazytown USA

Posted by Karen Falcon | Posted in , | Posted on 5:55 PM

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I must have the WORST instincts and the best knack for getting into drama. Albeit accidentally. I am officially no longer attracted to, even remotely, semi or even the slightest bit attracted to mr. mechanic.
The chit has hit the crazy fan.

Yesterday was my first day on a new job (outside of home), but that's a different story. I was pretty pooped when I got home so I crashed on the couch. My kiddo got home from school and I was still in a bit of a daze. (only working p/t, thank goodness) There was a knock at the door and I heard my daughter talking to a lady.

I got myself up and looked at the lady standing there with my daughter, looked at my daughter and kina shook my head as if "it's go time" and sprung into reality.

She asked if she could come in and 'visit.' I recognized her, but I wasn't sure what from. I thought she was a neighbor, so I said, "Sure, come on in. Forgive me, I just started a new job today and dozed off on the couch." She came in and sat down.

I said, "I recognize you, but I am not sure why, sorry, how do I know you?" She said, "I am Chris' wife, the mechanic." DUt DU DUMMMMMM

She looked really pathetic and upset, no wonder she wanted to visit, I know that they are going through some stuff right now. But also, knowing in my heart that I personally have NEVER crossed any line, other than some dumb secret crush that I harbored for this guy and nothing has ever come of it.

She told me she knew there was or is another woman and she just wanted to come over here and ask me straight up if I am the other woman. I wasn't surprised at all and I thought that was pretty cool of her to be ballsy enough to come over here.

I told her, "No, absolutely not and I wish I could say some magic words to help you instantly believe me, but you don't know me at all and all I can do is tell you, for sure, there is nothing going on. I want to be totally honest with you, because no matter what, no matter what happens or what you guys are going through, honesty is always the best policy in any situation, so I want to add something further that I think you should know, but it will help, I think." I went on to tell her more.

Chris told me a while back that he is going through a divorce, and I have been going through some depression and hulled up here in my house. I have snapped out of it, so I have been visiting with Chris more lately. I just started back to a p/t job, that will get me out of the house, but the last couple or three weeks, I have been a little more friendly with Chris.
BUT -
I want you to know, Chris does not cross any lines, it is as if he was even kina irritated that I tried to visit with him anyway. He really wants to honor his marriage as long as he is still legally married, so that's a good thing.

She asked me if I know if there is another woman and she told me she has heard from other mutual friends of theirs that he has been caught around town with a woman with long black hair (like me!) That's why she thought it was me.

I told her, "Yes, there has been another woman around here once in a while. She does have long brunette or black hair, like both of us." Funny, all 3 of us look very similar!

I told her that Chris did even bring up the subject sometimes, that Chris talked openly about that other lady. Chris said that she is a friend that WANTS more and is pushing or pressuring him for more but that Chris backed way off from even hanging out with her and called it off with her because that is the last thing he wants or needs right now. He told me that all he wanted was a friend to hang out with while he was going through this divorce and he didn't need to be pressured.

I told the wife, "Since Chris told me a few weeks ago that he wanted to really back away from that other lady, I haven't seen her around hardly at all. Even when she was here, I never saw her go into the autoshop, she absolutely never stayed the night and he is staying at the shop nearly every night, alone, so I really believe he is just trying to handle this transition alone.

Anyway, then the wife started chiming in with her side of the story, and I began to feel very very uncomfortable. Her side of things were so different than the way Chris portrays them, and the way she describes him. I told her I was absolutely shocked. I told her I have never seen that side of Chris, I only know him as very kind and generous man that just happens to be going through a hard time right now.

She proceeded to tell me why they are going through a divorce and she had terrible, crazy, scary accusations! After I got an earful from her, I really wished I had told her at the door, "Look, I don't want to get in the middle of anything."
I am just too damn chatty and "trying" to be friendly to all sides I guess, stupid.

After about an hour I guess, Chris knocks on my door and it was very awkward, but I invited him in and even offered to them that I would leave so they can sit and talk a while. They didn't want that, but Chris took off.

The wife left and Chris showed back up at the property. He called my cell phone as soon as he walked into the auto shop here on the property. He wanted me to come over and fill him in on everything she told me.

I told him, "Bottom line, I really don't like being in the middle of this, but I am worried about you and so I am somewhat involved." I told him all the horrible things she said and he said she makes stuff up, bla bla bla. He gave me an earful about so many details of so many drama stories I can't keep it all straight, nor do I want to waste any of my energy on that.

After a few minutes of him talking REALLY FAST and him trying to fill me in on SO MANY DETAILS of some of their drama over the years, I had to interrupt, "Look, why do you feel compelled to tell me any of this? These are all just DETAILS, that are NONE of my business, I don't want anything to do with this. All I want is for you to BE OK. It just looks to me like some major chit is going down, you guys are going through marital changes, all marriages have an ebb and flow and you either decide to ride it out and come out shining or you have some other decisions to make."

He started to go on about more details and I just stopped him again and told him I am really kina overwhelmed with all this, it's NONE of my business and bottom line, I knew you first before her, I know the Chris I got to know, I have never seen the Chris she portrayed. I am worried about my friend, the Chris I know and if you need to talk again later, let me know, but tonight I simply can't even digest anymore.

Then, today, just a bit ago, I got a 'not so nice' voice mail from Chris. I called him back. I told him, "Basically, I really don't want to be in the middle. All I really should have done was told her at the door that I don't want to talk about anything, I never should have visited or talked about any of this. I just felt like I was lending an ear and offering honest input."
Chris said he thought I was being 2-faced and he said that I was friends with him first, bla bla bla.

It was an uncomfortable and awful phone call, but it ended well. I told Chris I was sorry for anything that I accidental did to make him feel betrayed, but to please believe me that I in NO WAY went out of my way to try and get him in trouble, or try to take any side. She was there, she wanted to come in and visit...I told him that I was sorry I ever let her in the door.

He said things are so crazy now, that he got a restraining order against her. He said that after talking to me, (and filling my head with all her crazy stories), Chris said that she has gone around to so many of their mutual friends trying to get people to believe all this crazy stuff, that Chris said some people have kicked her out of their house and after that was when he got the restraining order.

I told him I'd never talk to her again. I told him I don't know, or want to know, exactly what's going on, but that I am sorry for any hurt I caused him because he has been nothing but very nice and generous to me and helping me with my car! He said OK, and that things are ok with us now and he accepts my apology.

I kina wish he would apologize to me too, he also pulled me into this a bit, it wasn't all her and none of this drama is my fault. It's not MY messy divorce!

I hate drama drama drama
(image= I goog'd 'crazy wife')

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Good People, Good Food, Good Business

Posted by Karen Falcon | Posted in | Posted on 6:39 PM

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It has been about 20 years since I have been to Tijuana, but I'll have to pencil that in as one of my upcoming vacation destinations. I am a big fan of Mexican food, big fan and growing, and here's a Chef I'd like to meet; Hector Kabande.

Hector Kabande knows his way in the kitchen and around the hotel business. Son of the late José Encarnación Kabande Dabdub, the famed hotelier, Mr. Kabande was born in Mexico and came to the United States to study hotel management. Returning to Mexico, Mr. Kabande worked in the restaurant business first before joining the family hotel business.

Hector Kabande is currently working on a cookbook called 'Kabande es Caliente'. I am looking forward to that. I'm a bookworm and I love to cook, and I can make my way around a little Spanish. The rest, I'll improvise and send my surprise new recipes back to Hector Kabande.

The Kabande family hotel websites are certainly impressive and Mr. Kabande seems to have a real passion and love for cooking, restaurant development, the family business, living the good life and sharing all that with guests over the years. I am looking forward to my stay in their part of the world along my journey, and sharing a Hector Kabande specialty dish in one of their fine restaurants.

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Dear Mr. Mechanic

Posted by Karen Falcon | Posted in | Posted on 3:52 PM

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He's here. He's back today and that means I'm back to being a bumbling idiot. This must be why I have been alone for so many years, well, that and by choice. I am a single mom and I hate taking chances where my daughter's life is concerned. But I am a red-blooded woman that hasn't had the companionship of an adult in years, let alone a man, a tall man, and this man is kind, generous and very nice to me. He's killing me, dammit.

I live on 3 acres on the near outskirts of a very small logging town in Oregon. There is a huge shop on the property that an auto-mechanic rents from the landlord. He has his own business and a large clientele base far and wide. Where we are, is a good central location for him to use this shop part-time and I am only assuming he must work out of his own property too, but that's miles away.

He has rented this shop out here 6 months or more, less than a year anyway. He is married, but before you huff, hear me out.

I am definitely not the kind of woman that goes after married men. I know that is so wrong, painful and has the power to inflict such harm on all parties. I want no part of that drama or the chance of stirring up any chit, so I generally make it a rule to not even make company alone with a man, ya know, buddy up to them. I just don't.

So, I've known he's married, I've met his wife. She is quite nice from what I can gather; not sure, only met her a couple times. I used to bring out goody bags of AVON freebie samples for him to please take home to his wife, (hoping to generate orders of course), she never ordered.

For months, all I have said to him is the passing, "hello" and he has occasionally worked on a car or two of mine, here and there, little quickie fixes.

I have an old BMW that he has been eyeing, wanting to buy it off me. It's a 530i, in pretty good shape, but needs some transmission work. The body, axles, rims, tires, frame, etc...are all in excellent condition, it's a beautiful car. I am in no position to turn down a sale, so I decided to sell it to him. Only thing is, he never paid me. Hold on, hold on, there's more.

So, I would go out to the shop occasionally when I would see him pull up and ask him when he thinks he'd like to get around to buying that beemer. I'd ask him if he's even still interested. He'd say, ya, he's interested but that he needs another week to clean up his bookwork, then he'd pay me. Well, this went on week after week. At least my beemer never left the property!

One day, I tried again. As I approached him, I could tell by his demeanor something wasn't right with him. I started to tell him I simply can't wait anymore. I hate to sell it when he has first dibs and I know he wants it, but I am just going to go ahead and list it on craigslist...I gotta get some money for it.

He started to speak up and his voice was cracking; then he told me he is very sorry, he has been distracted, he is getting a divorce. SHOCK. I didn't see that one coming. My heart immediately sank for him. I wanted to hug him, but I kept cool. I felt so bad for him. He is a very caring man, to cry in front of me.

I told him how sorry I was for what he is going through. I told him not to give the car a second thought. I told him he is in no way obligated to buy that car, I'll take care of it.

He proceeded to talk, kina ramble on, about what he is going through. It was as if he really just needed to get some stuff off his chest. I just stood there and listened. I looked at him, I stayed standing there, I listened without interrupting, I wanted him to know I am there for him no matter what, and all along, inside, part of me was thrilled that this guy is soon to be on the market again. Bad girl!

Since that day, just a few short weeks ago, I make it a point to ask him how he's doing, but not in a way as to remind him of what he is going through. I am trying to just be a friendly face, that's all I can do.

In the meantime, I noticed he had been getting rides, sometimes dropped off by a new lady...hmmm, me no likey what I see. Who is this chic on my property around my mechanic?!

So, I go out there one day just to say hi and be a friendly face and he chimes in without me even asking, "So, you must have noticed I have a new lady friend." (he said something to that effect) He continued, "I had to call it off today, tell her I can't hang out with her anymore. I'm feeling pressured." I wasn't sure what he meant, so I asked. He said she is pushing for him to become her boyfriend. I jumped on that.

I told him, "Oh, that's unfortunate. She really shouldn't be doing that. She must know you are just starting your divorce, and I don't care who you are, no one could possibly be ready for anything like that yet. Are you going to take some time for yourself?"

He said, that yes, all he really wants is a friend to hang out with right now and he doesn't want to "be a sleaze" - his words. He said she is pressuring him so much. I wanted to tell him that, in a way, I can appreciate her side because he is an attractive, kind, lovable man and I want him too, but of course I didn't let on, I still played cool. At least, I hope I am playing cool. As attracted I am to this sweet guy, I hope I am not naively obvious.

The conversation continued a bit along those lines of how he had to call it off with his new lady friend, but he never seemed to regret or miss her, in his tone of conversation. Part of me wanted him to continue his transition period of the divorce with miss new lady friend (I don't know her name anyway) because that would make her the 'rebound' girl....maybe when and if he is ready to think of me in a new light, I'd be a keeper ;-)

Day before yesterday, he's out at the shop again. It's a beautiful day and I was sick of being cooped up at the house. My daughter was at school and I wanted to visit, so I strolled myself on over there. He's sweet, kind, polite, courteous, but so much so that I honestly don't know if he is simply humoring me by sitting and visiting with me, because clearly I am keeping him from some automotive work.

I excuse myself from taking up his time and he chimes in that he could use a break anyway and motions in such a body-language way that we should continue visiting. Anyway, we carried on for about an hour I guess, it was nice, but leaving me wanting more. I sure do enjoy being around him. It's that easy-going, can talk about anything kina-guy. And he's tall, good looking and has a great smile.

He was telling me about some music festival a couple towns away that he should take me to, that we would have a great time......and I had to reeeeaaallly concentrate on not breaking my poker face. My heart was pounding, but I just cool and calmly said, "That would be great, ya, I'd like that." and he kina stopped and looked at me a couple seconds.....it could have been simply absolutely nothing, just a pause in a normal conversation, or it could have been he was sizing me up after his casual hint of taking me somewhere to see how I react. Was that a guy way of seeing if I am interested in him? I'm clueless. The only way I would know that is to straight up ask him. And, no, not gunna do it.

#1 He's still technically married. #2 He's already said straight up that he called it off with miss new lady friend because she was pressuring him and #3 I just can't because there's nothing time can hurt. Just be a friend just be his friend.....uhg

Oh, did I even mention yet that he is living out of the shop now? He keeps moving stuff in everyday. It's not permanent, but just a quick fix.

Anyway, so, this little visit of ours was Friday and the music festival was for the weekend. Sounded like fun, but we didn't really make plans, he only mentioned it in passing, then, after his "what kina look was that" little long pause of a look into my eyes, he then added, "But I have to work all weekend anyway, or I'd go."

I asked him, "When you say you're working all weekend, do you mean here, at the shop?" I really wanted to know if my mechanic was going to be around here all weekend, something to look forward to. He replied, that yes, he was working here. He added that first thing Sat morning, he would take another look at the BMW, that even though he's not buying it now, he might as well get it back on the road for me to enjoy, then sell in working order. I assured him he does NOT have to do that, and he insisted.
What do I keep saying over and over? He's a nice guy, kind, generous, sweet, and tall and I likem tall and funny, and great smile and quirky humor and does he just think I'm a little girl kid? I dunno.

I just turned 39, and I am sorry, but I have to be honest, I don't look it. Hate me, I don't give a chit. I'm not conceded, I just happen to have a baby face and really long hair and very few wrinkles. I'll get a recent pic of me and post it; I'll edit this post later..... Anyway, I just think he thinks I'm much younger. He's a little bit weathered from working his own business, working on cars, so he can be outside a lot with a very flexible schedule and so his face is tanned and a bit more wrinkled than mine, but I think he's younger than he looks and I am older than I look so I bet we are a lot closer in age than either one of us realizes. One of these days I am going to have to ask him his birthday, without sounding too cheeky like some lame pick up line in a dive bar.

He starts to wrap things up at the shop and getting ready to head out and I took a bold step. I looked around and said, "Um, look, I wanted to offer, as long as you are okay with it, it looks like there's no plumbing or running water here in the shop, so you are welcome to pop over and use the shower in the morning. I don't know what you're doing for that, but I just wanted to offer that for you."

He really quickly, and I mean, really uncomfortably quickly brushed the idea off and said he has been driving into town to use the 'Rec Center' and that he works out there while he's there. OK, I didn't push it. Maybe he thought I was trying to lure him over. In a way, it's luring, but that is such an unfortunate word, like lurid, or loose, or lusty. Ya, sure, I lust after him, but he doesn't have to know that!
I just want to get him all freshy in that hot shower and I'll put on some great hot coffee and whip him up some breakfast......too carried away? ok, I'll cool my jets.

Why would he drive all the way to town when he can just walk on over to my place? Either I am sending off the desperate vibes or I have lost my touch, or I am completely delusional about how I perceive myself, or he's simply not interested or all of the above. Whatever.

That was Fri afternoon and he headed out with one more last reminder, "I'll be by first thing in the morning to work on your BMW." "Ok, thanks, cya then."

He never came back that night, nor Saturday morning, nor all day Saturday, nor Sat night. Ragga Fragga %$#@!@^%*(

Ok, he's either with soon to be xwife, or he's with miss new lady friend that he told me he cut off but maybe he's still with her, or he's g-d knows where. AHA! He's at that music festival he told me about and blew off working this weekend, that's it, I know it.

Sun mid-day he shows up. I don't go out there for a long while. I don't want him to think, or realize, I know exactly when he pulls up or that I even watch. kina creepy anyway, huh? But after a while, I find some lame excuse to go out and drum up conversation. I just say "Hi" and ask him where the beemer key is, "I thought you had it." I found it and I proceeded to wash my car. He tells me he's going to get on it right after lunch. And he did.....wow.

He got my beemer running and in pretty good working order. The tranny just needs a couple tweeks. It's downshifting kina hard, slamming into gear. But he said that's a better sign than the tranny slipping. He said, "A slam I can fix, a slipping tranny is more trouble."

He told me, I didn't ask, he brought it up all on his own, he told me he went down to that music festival. He said he had a blast. I just looked at him and said, "Oh good." He said he needed to get out of here. Then he chimes in, "I went by myself." As if I must have had some concerned look on my face about who he must have gone with. Isn't that funny how we can read eachother like a book. That was exactly what was on my mind, I was wondering 'who in the hell' he must have gone and had this 'great time' with. After all, he told me he would take me, but he had 'to work all weekend.' So, he ended up blowing off the work and not taking me anyway. Maybe my comment/offer about him using my shower threw him off. shake it off karen

Right after he 'declared' he went by himself, he then says, "I would have taken you, but I went in this damn thing(pointing to the big ol ugly truck)and I didn't think you'd want to ride all that way in this thing." I told him I wouldn't have minded.
I really wanted to add more, like, 'I would have just love to have gone and spent the day with you." But I refrained. My mind was still putting together his comments and excuses and I was thinking he was just saying that because he somehow let it slip that he went there and now he was trying to find some DUMB excuse to tell me to make me feel better why he didn't take me.

I quickly got over it, because I was just happy to be having a little conversation with him. I was glad he was back and I get to spend at least some of the weekend with my mechanic.

A while later, I asked him if I should go ahead and consider the beemer 'good to go' cuz I'd like to take it to the store. And he said sure, he'd go on the store run with me, just in case. Along the ride, we just visited with small talk. We quickly walked through the store and hardly spoke, then we just as quickly went back to the property. He mentioned he was taking off, but that he'd be back to work out of the shop later tonight. I said, befuddling bumbling goofily lame, "Oh, so you'll be back here tonight huh?" Just accidentally out loud, my way of thinking to myself, "Great, I can't wait to see you right back out here again." But he took it a different way and he said, "Oh, ya, I hope that doesn't bother you. I'll try to work quiet out here, I won't be loud." I just looked at him and shot this mental psychic message to the cosmos to deliver him this message, "You dear dense kind yummy man, please get a clue that I am so fond of you and you are no bother....just get your ever lovin ass back here as soon as you can. I don't know where in the hell you're running off to anyway, but you just said you're coming back to work out of the shop tonight, so just know in your heart I'll be waiting....oh, and I'm an idiot." But, of course that much of my words of thought I was careful NOT to let out loud, I simply replied, "You don't bother me."....and even that sounded stupid. My damn poker face or poker tongue or I don't know what is getting in my way. It's his eyes; they smile when he looks at me, doesn't that mean something? Or is he just this way with everyone? He's killing me.

And he's still killing me, it's 10:40pm and he's not back. You said you'd be back. It's not that I'm obsessing, it's not that I have deluded myself into thinking it's any of my business what you do, it's just that when you're here, I feel happy, and I sleep better.
(update: he never made it home to his shop last night. So, where did he sleep? With soon to be x? With miss new lady friend that is now x too? I should just sit down and watch, "He's just not that in to you.")

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Posted by Karen Falcon | Posted in | Posted on 12:34 PM

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Have been out of commission for a couple weeks and hardly know what to do with myself first to get crackin. Oh, check perezhilton.com, of course!

While the cable-lady was here re-starting my account (uh um, gulp), I did take in the View. I was not impressed, with the ladies. But, McCain didn't do a very good job of promoting his best poker face. He looked like he was back as a prisoner of war. Do those ladies really have that much power, or was he just uncomfortably pissed. I say pissed. I wanted to bitch-slap that whoopie person. You heard me. She seriously asked if she needed to 'be worried about becoming a slave again.' And, she was the only one on panel in JEANS. She was outwardly protesting McCain with her dress, demeanor and smug face. It was painfully obvious. I am sure there are others applauding her morning performance.

On a serious note and more keeping with my own little reality bits of the world, I have applied for a few jobs in the area. Mamma needs more mula.

Oh, and yesterday was not only a world-memorial event, it was my birthday. yay me, 39. One last year of my 30's and I get to officially call myself a spinster. I did get a nice surprise. The UPS dudeski pulled up and I wasn't even thinking of my birthday.....I thought, "uh oh, I haven't ordered anything lately. I hope there is no unauthorized charge on my card." I went out and saw him pulling the 1800ProFlowers box out and I ripped into that right there on the front porch like a monkey on a cupcake (from Everybody loves Raymond!) A dozen red roses from my dear friend of 20years. How sweet!

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