What a week!!!!

So this is the day I've been waiting for for about 3 and a half years.

I'M GETTING MY TRAIN TRACKS OFF IN ABOUT AN HOUR!

This week has been crazy.

I worked Monday, which I never do.

I almost quit my job Tuesday, cuz Kelly (one of the managers) was being a bitch. I mean I gave Mary the head set and she flipped out on me and was like, "Oh so you call the shots now?"

And I was like, you said I could have a break so I asked Mary if she would take it and she said sure, so it wasn't like I just threw it on her!

And she just kept storming around cussing and stuff, and I was like, you know what? screw this, I'm going outside.

Sigh.

But we're cool now.

I guess.....

Anyways.

Yesterday I got payed AND got a hippie skirt for my project tomorrow.

And today I get these off.

And I don't work until Sunday.

WOOOO

AND

AND

AND

My mom's going out of town on Saturday, so that means I'll have about 32 hours without her accessive nagging.

I mean I love her, but yesterday when I was driving with her in the car (which she hasn't done since I got my license, and she was showing me the detour to the mechanic's place cuz I need an oil change) all I heard the whole damn time was, "You don't take care of this car blah blah blah, you need to clean you're room blah blah blah, stop changing the music blah blah blah, College blah blah blah, I'm a nagger blah blah blah."

I would just like to point out that it isn't me who keeps trashing my car.

My friends just automatically assume just because it's an old car that its a trash can.

I am so sick of having to clean up after my friends.

Its just like, if I were in your car would you like it if I threw my ranch packets on the floor and stomp on them???

And then they throw their food out the window, which I could get a ticket for that.

ANYWAYS

this isn't a blog post about bitching.

I'VE DECIDED TO ADD SOMETHINGS TO MY BLOG!!!!

Along with my occassional song of the moment stuff I may tell a story from my past which will make you think, "What the hell?" OR a quote from some famous dead person.

OR BOTH!

Right now I'd like to tell a story that my mom told me last night.

In memory of my Grandpa, Michael Peter Byrne (yeah I have my mom's last name)

So when My mom was 19, she was getting my Grandpa a gift, and he has a twisted sense of humor (which I inheritted.) And my mom saw this shirt that said Iowa: Big Cock Country.

She gave it to him.

He loved it.

Fastforward about 10 years.

My mom had been trying for years/months (i'm not exactly sure, I was only 6, and I just heard this last night) to get him to go to the hospital.

You see, he, like my mother, had colon cancer, and he was having breathing troubles and heart problems.

So he called my mom at work and said he was ready to go to the doctor, which pissed her off cuz she was working.

So she drove over to his apartment, he opened the door in his Iowa: Big Cock Country tee-shirt and a pair of tighty whiteys.

My mom was like, "Seriously? You won't put your pants on?"

So he goes and tries to put on his pants, but he couldn't.

In a very breathy voice, he said, "Erin...I...can't....get....my....pants....on..."

He was a jokester.

So my mom says, "THATS NOT FUNNY!"

5 minutes later, he died in her arms.

She tried giving him mouth to mouth.

And she called 911, but they hung up so she had to call again.

So the medics come, and so does a priest (my grandpa was catholic) all pissed off cuz it was late on a wednesday night (that part I remember)

And while my mom, her husband, her sister, and her best friend were there watching the medics take him away, my mom starts laughing.

Everyone gave her the weirdest look.

Why was she laughing?

Her father died in one of his favorite tee-shirts.

He died wearing an Iowa: Big Cock Country shirt and a pair of tighty whiteys, in the arms of his favorite daughter.

I think thats the way he wanted to go.