Sunday, October 16, 2011

sundays are for sleeping....


This song is stuck in my mind from this morning..over and over..still love it though!...
I'm finished w/work for the day..yes,we work on sundays...24/7 job...but today everyone has realized i'm exhausted....it's just been the past few weeks.....it's as though we haven't slowed down one bit for anything...not whining!

after that funeral was all over and done we went home and changed clothes,did more work,then went to the casino w/friends....They all wanted to go play tables w/Frankie and the whole town was at the casino i swear....we saw Mark in there,he was smoking a cigar and drinking...lol..surrounded by his wild women&friends..haha...he sent over a tray of drinks to our table....the strawberry daquiri was MINE of course....lol

Back to Frankie....he's ok..but i don't like how he treats people...he sucks up to people if they have lots of $, or the right last name..if he can use them in any way...i hate when people only use people and like them because of their money or status in whatever....it's so sad...i don't care if people have money,expensive things/lives or lots of attention, or who, or what they are..i'm never superficial....i love people for who they are inside..NOT what they have, or who they are in society...

i've never adored/loved/liked someone because of the superficial stuff...i see past all that BS....don't impress this girl at all one bit!....if they are a good person inside w/a good heart regardless of who/what or money,or NO money/attention...i like them anyway..Basically,if you love me,i love you right back--when you have a good heart.....it's sad how some people only like certain people because they might can use them, or because of who they are to share in the attention they have focused on them...isn't that sad?....

we all stayed at the casino til midnight and it was still packed.....they all decided they wanted to  go to the IHOP..at midnight...i know i shouldn't have went, i needed to be in my bed sleeping..but they were all going so i had to go...lol.....We got there and i just ordered a small stack of pancakes and everybody else was ordering these huge grand slam breakfasts...at midnight? not for me!....I get a kick out of all the insane people in there and all the craziness that goes along w/them...drunk people,hookers,truckers,the party crowd...lol...it's just wild in there that early...haha!

it was 1am when my cell phone rang and it was guess who?...DadChad calling from Montana....Seems as though Uncle Pete didn't know where we had went(he was busy w/his wild women at the bar) and since he's sorta the man in charge of the family w/Dad gone working,and they think Mark doesn't care about what we do or where we go.....he lost track of time and us...haha!...why we have to check in still and let them know we're ok?..i have no answer to that other than my family is crazy,over protective and worry too much...

so dad says:"Hey,where are you 2 at?!"...i said:"Uh, IHOP."...silence..."I sure hope to hell it's not just you 2 girls in town this late?!..better not be..Sweetheart.....listen i have told you what goes on that late in that big town and on those roads...dangerous....over and over i have said it and ya'll ain't gonna listen to a damn thing i say!...hell Pete don't even know where the hell you are at!"...i didn't say anything just *eyeroll* and "NO, we're with a lot of friends we're going home soon."....and he started crying and hung up...he was drunk....Haha!....

at 1:30 we left and went to Walgreens and got some cold pills....Nyquil/Thera-flu..because we're sick..i think i have got a bad cold in the works...i'm sneezing and coughing,headache..blah....and Sarah says she has a bad headache/sore throat...we blasted music from the speakers to keep us awake on the long drive home.....

love that song it's so happy!...stuck in my mind now.

"i just haven't met yoooooou yet!"

think i will go to bed and try to sleep today?

i kinda wish it would snow..but why?...lol..

i feel like a stressed out zombie w/a cold. LOL

kisses!

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