It seems

[a_muse_d]

I live at the end of the rainbow








I'm not able to reconcile bitching about my job and being grateful that I have one and am *hopefully* now back to working steady.

For example, standing in ankle deep sloppy mud with a shovel to knock off a large hunk of peanut butter rocky mud from the tailgate, workmate pulls up along side and gets out of his truck.

Me: this fucking job.

Him: why so?

Me: (knocks mud from tailgate and it falls and hits the ground splashing me with mud head to toe) this. right here.

Him: you have mud on your face.


Then later my truck broke and boss had to call a heavy duty tow truck to tow me back to our shop because can't drive. I always manage to get the truck back. Even if a mechanic has to come and make a minor repair to get me back on the road. I've never had to be towed. Tow truck driver said he's honored to be my first. Yuk yuk.

That was Thursday.

So said workmate wasn't feeling well and I drove his truck on Friday. It has a brand new seat in it, but didn't agree with me. I felt like Rousey was kidney punching me all day.

Our mechanic has made repairs, and my truck should be ok for me to drive tomorrow.



I walked over to the high school track yesterday and walked a little over two miles, listening to a podcast. Dodged the rain, which came later. I'll clean house today in preparation for the boys coming to play music.



My mom won a five spot yesterday. I didn't.





Happy Sunday.