A Bowling we will go....

A bowling we did go, though I know someone might be confused by the picture above in relation to actually bowling...lol. It's easy to explain..cannot smoke inside, cannot wear bowling shoes outside, so at the end of each game we popped off our shoes and sock footed it out the door.

I had a blast, and I believe and hope that everyone else did, that was the consensus when we finished our last game.  It was a lot of fun for little actual cash. Shoes, pizza and games for $10 a piece. ( I don't remember when I've ever had a better deal.)

I am also sure that all of us will likely feel the effects in the next 24 hours since we did bowl 5 games. There was not one person in our group who had been bowling in the last 15 years. For myself a blister on my thumb from the holes. Darlene had her sciatic nerve pinched.  I was surprised that I did bowl at least 4 games over 100, that is something I frankly did not expect.

 We had 2 falls...and did not have to call 911.
On her first bowl Brenda thought she would follow the ball down the alley, it was almost as though she were diving. Unfortunately the other fall was me...I got so excited having bowled a strike and then "high-fiving" everyone that when I got to the steps I missed one. No harm done, I know how to laugh at myself. (good thing too because I can be down right silly at times!)

Will we all meet again? I am pretty sure that we will. It would be nice if we could snag some others from work to join us. The more the merrier.

k

You !! Over there! Watch out!

Heads up and prepare to duck quickly! (Lol!) The ladies from Swing Shift will be visiting the local bowling lanes this Monday night, and frankly not many of us have bowled anytime in the recent past. I think the average time lapsed is about 10 years or more,. ( they should provide us with bumpers, not for better scores, but to prevent our balls from going into the next lane!)


I went out a few weeks ago with a couple of my female coworkers after the shift was over. We had a nice time and that is what brought about the plan to bowl. The alley is less than a mile from here and comes with it's own bar, lol. I doubt though that many of us will be planning on drinking and bowling, that would certainly be dangerous for anyone else that would be there. It should be a hoot and I will likely blog about our adventures. 


If anyone monitors a scanner play close attention Monday night for dispatch due to a bowling "accident" lol.




Hugs,
K

Growing Up

  When I was 12 my Mother did an extraordinary thing for me, one that I shall always hold in my heart and treasure. Twelve was a very rough year, full of lessons on being truthful, first crush, first bra, becoming a woman. I don't know much about how others discovered how they had changed. I do know that I was in 6th grade and the proof was on the chair at my desk at school.

Once home I received the 'birds and the bee's' lecture, with sex being left right out of it. Just how my body had changed, and what it meant. ( oh yeah, it DID mean about 30 years of extreme pain each month--something that my Mother never went through, so she did not understand, but that is another story.)
What I felt when told the news? Well, I guess some small excitement that I was growing up, but not much more than that. The mood swings of PMS had just begun...poor everyone in my family.

I was not permitted to flounce about pouting, nor curl into a ball and sniffle, that was not my Mother's way. She grew up in a strict household where you toughed it out, no bitching allowed. So puberty was just something dealt with in silence after the initial explanation. And mood swings? They were there, but definitely not permitted. I went to school on those bad days and just suffered through it, especially since it was well before Ibuprofen was even imagined. If aspirin did not fix it, too bad, so sad.

Shortly after my transformation from kid to teenager my Mother did do something that really left it's mark. I shuffled off to school, spent my day as the class brain/goody two shoes, and climbed back onto the bus.
When I got home I trudged as only a teenager can down the hall to my room.

I opened the door and....stood there with my mouth wide open. In a day, my Mother had single handed redecorated my room from little girl to preteen. The walls were painted, the dresser was freshly painted, my twin bed had become two twins, new bedspreads, curtains and a poster on the wall. (this was 1972 so the poster was a 'Mod" a young girl in bell bottoms) How my mother did all this without me knowing I will never understand, it will remain forever a mystery. But it was her way of providing me a rite of passage. Showing me that this was a new phase in my life, something to be excited about.

I miss my Mom every day since she left us. She is carried with me in my heart as I go about living my life. What she had taught me, what she had shared, shaped who I became and still does. When I write on my blog, I am sitting at a desk that she gave me when I was ten, so I guess it could be considered an antique, lol, like me. This desk has been many colors, most of which my Mother did. On that day it was a lime green, then a fun lavender, and later became a soft yellow. Her last transformation was a walnut stain, and so it remains. I am reminded daily what she did out of love.  I can only hope that I can be as loving as she was to everyone. I know I do not come close, but I do try, and I hope she can look down from heaven and be proud of me.

k

Rumors

Oh..forgot to add to the last post..Fuel was a success, even though half the band was snockered on 15 year old whiskey before they got started. Next up? Dru Hill, hope I am spelling that right, is a definite concert. The rumor mill is whispering something about Three Doors Down playing at the casino as well.


Another rumor, possibly in the works...a 1500 seat amphitheater behind the Turf motel..first concert..Willie Nelson..now that I would like to be able to go to. It is great seeing the local businesses here profit from the crowds coming to gamble, and there should be more to do then just that. This town needs a movie theater as well. It would be cool to have some "family" entertainment venues open up. 


I don't want to see Charles Town become congested and expensive. It still retains it's old small town flavor at the moment. But, I'd also like to know that the parents who visit can entertain their kids someplace besides the racetrack, it's really not something most kids would get much out of. It is simply Dad or Mom dragging them along, and getting fussed at for either leaving them alone, or letting them run wild while they gamble.


Well, I will keep you informed of any further rumors or new facts.


kel


***Update***
Dru Hill is a definite, not a rumor. The free concert is scheduled for Friday August 10th at 9pm. :-)

Long week

My body is ready for my weekend, but it's not going to happen just yet. Had required classes this week, one last Thursday making for a long first day for me. Tomorrow is the second class, and I got roped into working afterwards. So yeah, I am running a bit tired, especially since Friday and Saturday were extremely busy days. For a Sunday we were on the busy side as well, business did not drop off as I expected it to.


It seemed like half the people there were either falling down, tipping over or losing something. Must have been something in the air I guess. I'll be a supervisor all week this week to cover for planned vacations for the regular supes.  Looking forward to the last week in July, early August, I snagged a few extra days off to break up the long stretches of extra days. Just hoping that the weather is not as beastly hot as it can be this time of year. I'm looking forward to possibly getting some sun.


Funny, when I was working Grave shift last summer I had a lot more sunshine. I used to come home, do chores and then park myself outside to soak up some Vitamin D and read awhile before sleeping.
Yes, on Swing shift I have one extra day off, but as you have read, I get snagged a lot for extra time. They've called me every Tuesday for the last 3 weeks. That's rough when you have plans to take care of business of your own. I kept putting things off to accommodate their needs. Fact is, ever since my vacation in early May it's been "need ya" time.


I cannot complain, I need the money, but getting me time, or some real play time is important as well or I will burn out and stop enjoying the job. Have some fun time set up with some friends from work. We are going to bowl on Mondays, as long..lol..as I am not working. Should be fun, it has been years since I last bowled.
I know damn well I am not going to do very well at first. ( and NO videos allowed, LOL!)


Hope everyone has a great week.
k

Fuel Concert

Tomorrow night should be wild, loud and massive crowds...*oops, sorry could not stop the rhyme that time...heh heh. But seriously, fairly well known group, free concert in the H lounge at the casino, beginning around 9pm. Supposedly they have a 40 foot trailer that carries all of their band equipment. This will likely be the biggest concert we have done so far...and if you are a regular you know that the concerts have been arriving several times per month.

This should be an interesting night, we have separate security for the lounge area, and the regular floor crew. Since it is a Friday it is one of my nights to be a supervisor. I imagine it will be a very busy night.
If you can make the trip it is free you just have to pay for the gas to get here.


hugs,
k

Fuel  Hemorrhaging In my Hands

Fuel Shimmer

Fuel Had a Bad Day Again

Fuel Web site for more listening

A little rain must fall

Not too much to yack about, it was a good week. My weekend has already started, got a break and was let go early tonight. How am I starting my weekend you ask??....laundry. Ha! don't hate me for my glamorous and exciting life.

Looking forward to the next couple of days because of promised cooler temperatures. I spent a fair amount of time this week melting in my work clothes.  My cherry tomato bush has become something out of "Little Shop of Horrors", and constantly needs water. I will be picking up some longer stakes to hold the monster upright. Now..if it would just start producing 'RED' tomatoes I'd be happy, lol.

It's promising to be a rainy-stormy night, I've been keeping an eye on the radar. Glad for the rain, it is much needed. But every time the timer goes off for laundry pick up I can hear thunder again. ( I think it is a conspiracy)

Wishing you all a great week at work,
k

Over my head with a loud WHOOSH!

I guess I have never been the kind of female who recognizes male interest. This is probably because I don't walk around thinking guys are looking at me. If I do see that someone is watching it usually makes me wonder if my hair is sticking up, do I have a smudge on my face? Oh Hell! What is it??! And I move on, checking my hair to see if it is sticking up.

I don't think of myself as sexy. I do not even think of the words pretty. Frankly, I have been this way since  puberty. Maybe it is a lack of self confidence, or just my perception of myself as a regular gal. If I hear someone make a comment about me, whether it's "you look great," or " your hair looks nice today," I thank them dryly and forget it was mentioned. For the most part disbelieving sincerity, even if it was meant well.

Yesterday I was training a new officer. We were walking around the facility and were entering the grandstand area because there had been a few complaints about access to and from the 2nd floor
A man stopped us," mumble-mumble..I have been coming here for 30 years and have never had this problem." I assisted the best that I could and was walking away with my trainee, a very sweet Indian lady who is a welcome addition to our crew. She said that "That man was checking you out."
I said" what?"
She said " Yes, when you turned your head he was looking at you closely."
I.." no way."
She "Yes way."
Me "Hmmm...doubtful."
*Privately--"eww!"*

And we moved on. So no, I don't see it. Maybe I am blind to it. I never approach anyone thinking that they are accessing me that way, especially men. (If I did I would be freaking paranoid where I work..there are thousands of customers there at any single time.) I don't think it's a flaw, I am just a realist when it comes to myself. Face it, when most of us look in the mirror we are not thinking.."Gosh! I am gorgeous today! I wonder if anyone will notice?"

(Are there people out there that do that?!)

This is going to make it very difficult to find someone new. I will have no idea if they are looking, unless they say something..and as I explained above...I'd be patting myself down making sure nothing was sticking out or up. And um...most of the people who talk to me are either asking about the casino, or asking me why they have to leave when they are likely intoxicated. I tend to not flirt with those under the influence, it would be a wasted (pun intended) effort.

So ends today's  moment of introspection. It's was so hot out there today that if there was any pretty there it likely melted off. Ha!

have a good nite,
k

July 4, 2012

The 4th of July, and the days preceding it, have always held weird significance in my life. I married on July 3, 1982. I met the other guy on July 4th 2002 for a first date. There is a certain amount of nostalgia obviously for me this time of the year. For the past several years it has been a quiet holiday.

I solved the nostalgia by making a recipe for macaroni salad that my mother used to make. I gave in and went out and purchased 2 fresh local tomatoes, since my own are taking their own sweet time ripening. In my past I had often put on quite a summer spread with multiple salads, fresh melon, corn, etc.  Not the same when you celebrate alone, but I am happy with the fixings. I have a feeling that next year the table will be full again, and I am looking forward to that.

Wishing everyone a great July 4th.  After all the fireworks and food, remember it is a commemoration of our Independence. The cost of those freedoms were high, and paid for in blood. We should treasure our rights and continue to take a firm stand to prevent them from being sifted away in the politics of today.
And they are, believe me.

K

For tradition? I watch The Patriot. It is a clear reminder of those who fought and died, who lost their children and their homes and their lives, to give us freedom, and the beginning of a new nation.