Some random Spiderman comic.

My Uncle, who has more money than God, is having a birthday. So my grandma has my mother call me....)because heaven forbid she call me) to tell me to go buy him a spider-man comic book....Okay. Which one? What series does he read? Going out to the store and purchasing Amazing Spider-man #234 isn't going to do a thing. Is he ever reading that series? has he read the previous 233 comics? Hell if I know. Does it make me a nerd to know that going to the store and purchasing one single spider-man comic is equivalent to knowing he likes the show How I met your Mother, and buying him season 5 episode 4. I think I'll go with a spider-man graphic novel instead...at least then he'd get a full story...furthermore,when the hell does he read them? Them man is a Dr, and president of his partnership. He works constantly.  But I digress....now I have to go buy my uncle a flipping comic book, that he probably won't read. Jeeze.

Dazzeling sequins and sideshow freaks!

I'm itching to get back on stage...I'm dying to preform again. I've been working on some new showstopping things for the Baroness to do. I just bought a ton of black lace and sequins. I've been working on her new act for a while now, I think in January, she will rise again. Yes! It's time to polish those stilettos, and paint on the eye make-up. I finally found a Burlesque group looking for a singer...apparently they're rare down here...lucky me! I'm really wanting to bring some neo-vaudville stuff to Florida. I've developed such a love for the beauty of that era...oh why couldn't I have been born then?

Jimmy got the shaft again!

As an economic decision, Tim and I have one car. It's not that we can't afford a second, but if we seem to survive with one, why have the extra expense for a second. I take the bus to the island, and there's a free trolly that runs the length of Anna Maria. Easy peasy. It might take me a little longer to get to work, but I enjoy the time with my kindle, and the ability to wake up a bit before starting the day. Riding the bus is different here than it was in St Louis, there, you must be strapped and be prepared for a good ol fashioned raping. Here, little old ladies drive the bus. While I do see an occasional cast of colorful characters, mostly they're harmless. Last week there was this "homeless" looking man, and a couple of guys who looked like they stepped right off the Jersey Shore tour bus having a discussion about guitar players. Homeless man declares that "That nigger Billy Hendrix was an OK guitar player" ok headphones off, this is gonna be good. I kept my head down to hide my giddiness of such an inappropriate declaration. Vinnie and Paulie didnt seem fazed either, they simply stated that ol Billy H was so good because he had 12 inch long fingers....but if you want REAL guitar playing we should check out the guy from slipknot. Racist, stupid, homeless....yeah that guy is going places. And as for Vinnie and Pauly....I fear for the future of our country.

Working on a Island

For those of you who do not know, I work on Anna Maria Island, Florida. It's an absolutely stunning area with an old Florida charm. Every day I see tons of people, mostly from other countries. Apparently if you want to get an "America Experience" you vacation on Anna Maria. While I'm completely aware I work a job in which I'm mostly overqualified for, the enjoyment of working within eye-shot of the beach is worth the smaller pay scale. Besides, sometimes it's not about having tons of cash, it's about living a fulfilled life. But I digress....Europeans...Holy moley, Europeans are crazy. Maybe one day I will be blessed enough to afford a trip to another country, and when I do, I will learn what not to do from the Europeans. First: Learn the friggin language. I'm not saying you must be fluent...but damn. At least learn enough to order food, and go shopping, and find the bathroom. Second: Don't expect me to think you're special because you're from another country...would you treat me special? Nope. Furthermore, I see foreigners all day, you my friend, are not that special. Third: Maybe this goes along with number one, but also learn the currency. If I were less honest, I could clean you out, Mr. I don't know the difference between a $20 and a $50...yeah that happened. Alas, I am honest, and I do want you to enjoy your vacation, so I won't rip you off....but I can't speak for all the island's employees...just sayin....

It is kind of my dream job though....working near the beach, baking delicious sweets and drinking lattes all day. I guess I'll keep it. And they usually are pretty generous with the tip jar, so I suppose I keep smiling and making jokes, and you keep eating my food and putting bread in my jar.

Ok, here we go!

So, I have adventures, and I love to tell stories....sometimes people like to hear them. Now, I can't promise that they'll always be appropriate, my language may not always be clean, my attitude may not always be pleasant....but I will try. If you're still with me, let's do this.