though no less busy.

Friday I worked at Sean's restaurant till 9.  Well.   8:30ish,  then enjoyed dinner with him  at the tables outside.  Headed back to his place for a low-key night.  Watched half of "War."  Not that documentary series (wicked good!), but a Jet Li movie (also decent).  Fell asleep early.  Got up at 6 to get to my place, shower, and be at the pharmacy for 8. 

The new girl was to open at 8 as well, and she showed up a couple of minutes late, soon rushing to the bathroom, where she booted all morning.  By all morning I mean the 46 minutes she lasted until the RPh told her to punch out (because she was throwing up on the clock) and go home.  Presumably, she's fired.  It was her 21st birthday the day before, and since the pharmacists are all really cool, they'd asked if she'd need the day off, and were willing to rework the schedule last minute.  "Nah...  I'm not going out."

I lost a ring at work too.  My right hand pinky ring.  Booooo.  To compensate for the loss, I felt the need to buy something.  I left work at 3, as I usually need to be at the restaurant for 4-9, but I told skankface that she could work my shift, since her  weekend-custody daughter had bailed on her, and she's bored otherwise.  She happily accepted, and I happily went yardsailing. 

I hate yard sales with baby clothes and household appliances; I like the ones with objects (of no modern use, that just take up space in my little condo) from the past.  Found one!  The guy was decent.  Something 1960's born, a portly thing, he kept calling me "man."  "Hey man!  Thanks a lot man!"  I liked him, for his interest in antiques, and perhaps because he sported the haircut my dad did in the late 70s.  Familiarity.  Anyway.  He saw me eying an old-model Underwood typewriter.  I couldn't decide if I had the room for another, especially since it wasn't MINT like my Smith, and it wasn't otherwise rare.  "Hey man, how 'bout $5?" he asked.  I literally repeated him, with raised eyebrows.  "FIVE dollars?"  I probably shouldn't have expressed such interest, but it's not like I would have even wanted to make a lower offer.  Sold. 

My L.C. Smith mint one looks similar to this one, but is older has SHINIERRR lacquer, with intact gilding:



I chewed my acrylic nails off on the drive home.  I only got them so I'd stop picking at my cuticles.  It's such a bad habit.  A third generation one at that.  With the acrylic though, the tips of my nails are rounded and thick, and I can't get a grip haha.  So now I should probably get them done today.  Among other things.  When I got home, I did not do errands or housework.  I sewed up a corset mockup, showered, and Sean came over around 6.  We were supposed to go out to dinner, but he spends over $300 on our dinners a week, and I'm sick of the mountains of calories in restaurant food, aaaaand we wanted to eat, like, NOW.  So we headed to Store 24 for beer and wine, and then home for food.  We watched "Curb Your Enthusiam" and I painted a classic style still-life for my Dad. 

I'd never painted whilst...  nearly drunk.  It came out great!  Very...  Caravaggio.  Shadows and intensity.   Haha I was surprised especially since my artistic strength lies in the technicality of tightly rendered graphite portraits, and NOT painting.  But my dad knows nothing about art, and thinks that to be considered a real artist, you must oil paint.  Still-lives and landscapes.   Boring, but Monday is his birthday, and I rarely buy my parents anything.  This will do.

So today.  Sean has already left for work, and I would be meeting him there at 10, but I needed the day off.  My parents are coming home from the lake around 11am.  My mom is hosting a bridal shower for her youngest cousin's fiance, Pai.  She comes all the way from Thailand, I think.  I should head home soon, to do laundry before the party.  So we've got the shower at 2 ish, then the male side of the family is joining us at 6 ish for my Dad's birthday party.  AHH!  Definitely not a diet-day.  My mom makes killer hor'deousirveslrjgrj whatevers.  Scallops in bacon, spinach tortellini soup, sweet and sour meatballs, turkey pot-stickers with ginger garlic sauce, teriyaki chicken, seasoned oils for breads, vegetables and dips, crackers and spreads, little sandwiches, and then a few random things.  But the above she makes EVERY time we have a party, and it's such a mishmash of random food, but so good.   Then for my Dad's party, she's making a spicy roast beef with onion gravy and 7548368 vegetables (of which I only eat potatoes and spinach).  Nom nom.

Worst blabber ever.  But that's because I'm hungry.  :)

I like to post random pics of things I like.  This lady hangs on the wall of my living room, and I like her. 


She hangs next to a wooden, dyed carving of some scary Montezuma-type mask with a snake and jaguar.  My parents got it for me in Mexico.  The contrast is...  distinct.  Haha. 
 
Okay.  Off to finish my weekend.