I'm crzy spoonhead. Gimme some candy
holy crap
after doing nothing for almost 2 months, all of a sudden i'm busy.
friday was my first day of work since sept 8.
i worked at the antique store.
it was totally boring, but kind of fun.
if only they had a tv there.
then it would be like the other slack jobs i've had that i loved so much--- working at the Video club or as a front desk clerk at 2 different hotels.
friday i also interned w/ the music manager.
it's looking like i might manage a band.
that'd be really cool.
i probably wouldn't make much.
but it'd be a great experience.
then today i subbed.
ha! i was so clueless.
kids are silly.
so...let's go back in time a moment.
mary got of her study on thursday. so now we have some $$. and now i don't have to stay home like a lonesome loser. so that's good.
on friday we went to "train" at the antique store.
mercy.
what an experience.
we've been there about 15 minutes when the owner tells us that he's never been robbed before. some businesses up the road have, but in 14 years, he never has. BUT, just in case, he keeps a gun in store. "right there in the top drawer" he says, as he opens the top drawer and pulls out the pistol. he advises us that if we ever feel unsafe, we just get that out of the drawer, and put it in our jacket pocket. (he demonstrates this for us). then we just pull the trigger through the pocket.
oh---yes, the gun is loaded. and it doesn't have a hammer lock. and it doesn't have a safety. "you just pull the trigger and it goes off, just like a toy gun".
ummm.....cool.
if you put the gun in your jacket pocket and pull the trigger, won't it blow a hole in your pocket?
i think it, but don't ask it.
"if someone comes in to rob you, just give them money. there won't be much in the drawer anyway" he says.
that's kinda what i was thinking
then he directs his words to mary
"But now, if they're going to rape you, that's a different story. you aim right at em and blow their ass away".
i think he was talking to mary.
i assume same rules would apply for me as well.
the owner is a bit of strange fellow. a self professed redneck, and also a self professed Christian.
mary had to go to the research place to pick up her check early friday morning.
i told the owner we might be late b/c mary had a doctor's appt. (i didn't feel like getting into specifics).
when we arrived at the shop on time, he greeted us with "wow. yall made good time. are you pregnant?"
he speaks his mind rather freely.
he buys 2 new trucks a year. at least.
apparently he's a rich redneck. he owns his business, and apparently has several really nice, like new 2005 trucks.
he tells us his wife makes enough money for both of them.
his wife runs his mother in law's motivational speaking business.
the mother in law apparently used to be pals w/ Dr. Phil.
we are in the presence of greatness.
he introduces us to his wife.
they live right behind the store.
in a trailer.
no kidding.
a handful of people came into the store during the couple hours we were there.
it was nothing too exciting.
i imagine it will be a tad boring when we're both not there together.
but i'll bring the portable dvd player or a book or something.
and then today i subbed.
first time ever.
did you know that they don't at all tell you what to do when you're a sub?
they just show you where to go.
today was fine, b/c it was 6th graders.
6th graders tell you what they're supposed to do.
don't know what i'll do if i have to teach little kids.
they won't know what to do.
little kids aren't smart.
i taught a World Studies class today.
China.
that's what the kids were learning about.
4 straight classes w/ the exact same lesson plan.
seems like an easy enough gig.
most of the kids were a little rowdy.
i didn't really care.
one group of kids were trying to glue everything they could find together.
they thought they were being so cool and secretive.
really, they were just being stupid.
but as long as they weren't harming each other or setting anything on fire, i didn't really care.
i had to tell them to keep it down a few times.
but that's it.
the lesson play for the day was this : "first 30 minutes work on journals. then read section 2 and answer the questions. then read section 3". the end.
i just sat at the desk.
i wish i had brought a book along with me.
i don't really like to read.
and, today is halloween.
woo woo.
halloween sucks.
there's kids all over town.
1 kid in class today came running into class.
"happy halloween" he yelled to me.
"oh yeah, it is halloween, huh?" i said. "are you dressing up".
"no, i'm not allowed to celebrate halloween".
sucks for you kid.
sorry bout it.
i had nothing else to say then.
so mary has gone out clubbing dressed up like a butterfly.
i can't think of many things i rather do less than go out clubbing on 6th st in austin.
it sucks down there.
if you saw The Real World Austin, you know the scene.
but i imagine it's worse tonight.
no way i could handle it.
so she's going w/ some of her friends she made in the study.
we already celebrated halloween anyway.
saturday night RM had a party at his house.
it was supposed to be huge.
100 pounds of wings and margaritas and beer.
there were no wings.
there were no margaritas.
and it wasn't huge.
but there were 20 or so people.
and there was tequila and bourbon and beer. lots of beer.
and lots of brisket, sausage, and other assorted goodies.
mary and i got there early and sat down at a table with our plate of goodness.
and we drank.
and we drank more.
and some people came.
and they said hi.
and we sat and drank.
MK was there. he loves to drink a drink called Frangelica.
it doesn't taste like liquor.
i'd never had it before.
now i've had a lot more.
and i can't say that it mixes so good w/ tequila.
or with bourbon.
my head hurt on sunday.
and MK's father in law GB was there.
i haven't mentioned GB before, but he is a character.
he's the same age as MK.
but MK says that GB has a lot more miles on the odometer than he does.
it's probably true.
GB is more than a tad burned out.
but seriously laid back.
and pretty fun.
he talks funny. but so does MK.
GB seriously enjoys drinking.
on sunday MK told me that GB had quite a bit.
he says that GB shouldn't drink that much, b/c sometimes he just drinks and drinks.
and then he goes down.
i thought MK meant that he goes "downhill", or gets mean or slurs words or something.
nope.
MK said "he goes down. smack. falls right over face first on the ground".
that's intense.
GB says he was only in Virginia once, and that he hates Virginia.
apparently at some point in the 70s he was driving thru there and had his truck stolen.
he had to wait 2 weeks.
but they found it.
then he drove home.
GB has some stories.
unfortunately half the time he's too incoherent to finish all of them.
i heard a story about him one time when he was younger, at some hippie music festival.
he and and his buddy.
rockin out, livin it up.
they met a pretty young thing.
she had a car.
GB and the girl, and maybe the friend, drive off in the car.
they were off to have some fun.
shortly thereafter they are driving around, and suddenly there are people in the street pointing at them and shouting.
and there are 5 police cars with sirens flashing.
so they stop the car.
turns out the girl in the back was the daughter of the preacher in town.
and he didn't take kindly to her running around w/ hippies.
the police came up to the car.
the preacher had a lot of pull in town.
the cops grabbed GB and pulled him out of the car.
through the window.
"they could have at least opened the door" GB states.
the next part of the story is a bit fuzzy.
i think the cops might have roughed him up a bit.
then they put him in the police car and drove him to the edge of town.
they dropped him off at the edge of town and told him that if they ever saw him in town again, it would be serious trouble. GB had no intention of ever returning to the town.
he just wanted to get home to Houston.
he told the cops this, and he asked them which way it was to Houston.
they sent him on his way.
unfortunately they lied to him and sent him the wrong way.
he ended up, on foot, in the middle of an all-black county. in southern TX. at a time when there were certain parts of TX where certain peoples hated certain other peoples just based on the color of the skin.
GB just strolled through the town.
no one bothered him.
after getting thru town, GB realized he was lost and going the wrong way.
he turned around.
as he got back to town without white people, he met resistance this time.
he was told that they let him walk through once, but that was it.
he was not welcome to walk through it again.
so GB walked through the woods.
it took him 2 days to get back home.
walking sucks.
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