NeverBland Branch

Orange coffee cup. Wake me Up.
Shovelin' Kohl.
Direct deposit.
Reset button, Update, Upgrade. complete. compete.

   jobs are so funny. marketing. profit and loss. yo' mama. team work. oh, the products. undoubtedly the occasional bathroom brown-explosion. where's yer team now?

  sleeping on a big, white dog turd?

   in pregnant-lady heaven?

Change

Aw man!
I'm not one to complain about changes, but they just changed the blog writing layout up in this place and I was NOT especially looking forward to posting a new blog while also learning where "they" put all the buttons and junk. Eh, oh well. I'm going to start working part-time at Kohl's. I hope I get a ridiculously fantastic discount at their lovely store. I'm going to what is called orientation on Tuesday (the 24th of April, 2012). Sounds painful. The pay is painful enough, but a poor person has got to do what a poor person has GOT to do. I actually love working outside the home and it's just two or three days a week. The break room there looks great. The people that work there seem cool, unlike Wal*Mart/Post Office employees (no offense, but you guys tend to be raggedy-looking). When I did the job interview it was a group thing and two other chicks were sitting at the table while we got asked questions. I actually preferred it. I wonder if they got hired too, or if I was the "winner". haha. I was pretty hilarious in there. I'd like to think I shined like a bright star. So yeah, a job is just what I need. It means we're getting closer to where we should be more quickly. 'Where is that?' you ask: NOT HERE.

NOT IN THE OCALA NATIONAL FOREST.

AllTurd

Cyber Punk baby doll. I went there.

I wanted to make something into a cyborg, over and over in my head I kept thinking of all the different animals that would be cool. But then - I thought of a little half robot baby and I just had to produce it. I rummaged through my pop's tool shed and picked out a few bits that struck my fancy.

Also my grandma gave my daughter THREE of these same baby dolls with matted, gross hair, so I figured I could experiment with one. I gave it a much more attractive hairstyle and my pop even helped me cut the arm off. Poking it's eye out felt a little weird though.

Then I hot-glued a little jewel on it's chest. Voila! I don't really feel like it's done though, maybe some little cut-off shorts would be good, with a wallet chain. Haha, baby wallet.

Haratio Wuz Here

Hi.
Today was good. I won the lotto.

Actually, I've been fantasizing about winning a large sum of money for quite a while, but refuse to play the lotto. Unless the Spirit bears witness with my spirit, which has not yet happened for there is always a tiny bit of doubt within me.

AAAAAAAnywho, the day was good. I got a sweet package from my mother-in-law with a couple dresses and some earrings and a flower toy for Nay. Then later we saw the biggest gopher tortoise I've ever seen:

Ol' grandpa tortoise did NOT want anything to do with the flower toy, he ran away shockingly fast. Then we went to the coolest park: Lake Idamere park:

Where Naomi ALWAYS poops. In her pants.

THEN we went to the Lake County Fair!!!

Yes. Pigs. Are. Racing. However, the icing on the cake of a day came when I spotted the deep fried Oreo vendor:

I used to think "Brownie Town" was naughty. These are pretty amazing. I had one before about five or six years ago. That's exactly how often one should eat them. If ever. Because you'll never forget them. And then you'll have to wait five or six years for your next fix. I'm not so sure that's powdered sugar.

Brownie Town

Once upon a time there were two sisters house sitting for a friend. The friend left a butt-load of brownies for them to enjoy. They enjoyed the entire butt-load and then found another box of brownie mix and so prepared and enjoyed a second butt-load of brownies. So high on chocolate and sugar were the sisters that they giggled and coined the phrase: "I'm goin' down to Brownie Town!" before biting into the dense, fudge-like, monstrously-portioned, diabetes-inducing dessert. Always does it make me laugh to think of that time. The time that our lives were sustained by only brownies for one week.