A very long heat wave here....
Seriously..its been so hot out here...the heat isn't the prob..its the humidity that kills me. Had a busy long ass weekend slinging those pizzas. I have to make sure I soak my head down constantly throughout the day so I don't get overheated. It makes it hard to get a decent nights sleep, but hopefully we'll get a bit of rain soon.
So I have a small rant..its peoples lack of patience, or rather in the case of this anecdote..a young fella that came in late Saturday night. Of course I'm supposed to close at 3am on the weekends, and yet there are people who seem to have no sense of time and pop in at quarter to 3 and order pizzas that take 25 minutes to cook. Anyhoo, I figured well fuck it..there's a lot of people, may as well stay open and take their money. So I'm sweating away, slinging pizzas. with mom handling the subs and the cash register, and this young fella decided to holler out, "I wonder how long my fucking assorted subs gonna take." Now, I think a bit of the Pizzaslinger surfaced and said,"Your sub will be ready when its ready!". I think I had a bit of a "don't fuck with me " edge to my voice, cause he shut up and didn't say anything further. A couple of guys were hanging out at the counter and one of them says to the other (apparantly thinking I wouldn't hear) "That one scares me". So I turn to them and said "What did you say?". I think if they weren't waiting for food they would've bolted. I finally managed to get everyone fed and out the door by quarter to 4. Then there was cleanup which took me to 4:30am. Sigh.
I would write more of Pizzaslingers exploits here, but I think she handled those guys they way she felt she wanted to. Consider those bastards lucky. Cause I think she would've leaped over the counter with a single bound, and grab buddy off the chair by the ear and toss him across the room, landing him squarely on the 2 fucks that said they were scared of me. Lol.
I'm thinking of finally uploading photos on this blog, mainly to show you all Pizzaslingers weapons of choice. Should be interesting.
Hmmm...some more news...having been inspired by Oh Great One, and Brodie, I've decided to prevent my creative juices from stagnating by starting an afghan of my own..hmmm...I never liked that word...reminds me of the dog breed, not a blanket. Anyhoo, I've been working on mine for almost a week now, and I think it'll take me the whole summer. I wish I had more hours in the day to work on it, but I can only manage an hour a night, perhaps 2 if I'm lucky. We'll see how it goes..this is my first attempt, so if it doesn't work I think I'll be crushed. I'm just using double stitch and single stitch crochet. Wish me luck.
Hmmm...Blogger question time...what to ask..lets make it 2 shall we? First off..where did all my earlier Blogger pals go? Second question...what the weather like in your neck of the woods? Hope to hear from all of you!
posted by Stranger @ 11:02 PM
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I Think it's funny that they were scared of you! I think that could be useful.....
I'm glad you are gonna try doing an afghan. I hope you found a nice easy pattern, it's much easier to stick with it when you don't have to constantly check your pattern. I don't know how many attempts I made before I finally finished one. HANG IN THERE!
As for the weather. It's been warm and muggy. We have been happy to get quite a bit of rain in the last 2 to three weeks. The rain cools it down for a little bit then it just gets muggier!
If you start off with a striped pattern for your afghan you won't have to do much more than count your rows to keep each color the same width. That should keep things simple and fast.
Yeah I know what you might be thinking... This guy has got to be gay or something. Well, NO! My mom ran a dressmaking business for many years, knitted us sweaters and hats, she paints on canvas and is an all around very crafty woman. Clearly where I get my creative side from. I liked to help her when I could.
The other, outdoor side of me comes from my dad and uncles who taught me woodcraft, horsemanship, cowboyin', hunting, knife sharpening, potato guns, spitting, cursing, poker and many of the other "manly arts".
The weather has been hot with brief periods of hellish hot with constant sunshine and heat with periodic showers of fire and brimstone.
Thanks for the post Oh Great One (aka fellow Super Blogger!)Wish you were here to help me "clean house!" on those punks! Thank you for the encouragement!I'll keep u posted on my progress!
Thank you too Sugarfoot for the suggestion! I think I'll try the striped pattern..I had bought a shitload of yarn thats called suede, and I've colors in tan, a couple different shades of brown, and some black. I dunno I like the earthy tones for some reason. No I don't think you're gay..My mom used to be a dressmaker too (how wierd is that eh?)years ago, and she used to make my siblings and I clothes. Recently she'd made me a nice dress to wear to a friends wedding. I learned a bit of embroidery from her too. My dad taught me to work my arse off in the restaurant, and he affectionately calls me "the ox" cause I have a lot of physical strength for a gal only 5'5". In fact, a tidbit here..when I was a toddler, my grandmother said to my parents "God made a mistake making her a girl!" Thats ok. I like being "strong like bull"! Just as long as I'm not "smart like tractor!" Slinging pizzas keeps me in moderate shape..lol.
You answered a question that I was going to ask on your recent posting. How tall are you? I had actually envisioned you much taller. Really. I know that the Pizzaslinger is a tower of beauty-laced power, but I wondered how tall the 'slinger's' alter-ego was.
Our fighting naturalist is crazy for earthtones but his mild-mannered alter-ego is into colors like reds, blacks and royal blues, go figure.
My dad still calls me "Gallito", (pronounced Guy-ee-toe)which in Spanish means 'little rooster'. Always been a little rambunctious. I also got my work ethic from my dad. He never got too mad when I didn't perform in school, but God forbid that I should get reprimanded at work or get fired due to performance issues. He would have killed me with one dissapointing glance.
You never cease to crack me up, 'smart as a tractor'. You're killin' me smalls...
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