Ain't nothing but a G thang baby

Grrouchie, gave me the letter "G". Hmmm. What the hell am I to do with G? I wanted a letter with finesse. Well as Tim Gunn says, make it work! That'll come soon.

How could you not love that dog?

Speaking of  Grrrouchie, we spent a nice evening together...with the dog :) Went to dinner and watched the Hunger Games. He won't say it to my face but he hates that I take Troy everywhere. Tough shit!

Some big changes are coming for my family. First my brother is leaving his post as a big cheese for Caeser's Entertainment for a cushy beaurocatic position with the state.

Good for him, bad for my tummy. The perks of "knowing" someone at the casinos can't be over stated. Cheap event tickets and free food at all the properties. For Christmas we went to Paris, for free. Thanksgiving we spent at Planet Hollywood, for free. There is something that his position allows us that is priceless, no waiting in line. When the line is 100 deep ,you walk up to the cashier and 5 minutes later you're being seating you feel like a fucking rockstar!

 Next, my family will be opening a new resturant. For ten years they owned a resturant named La Barca. It was pretty good, got voted Best of Las Vegas once. After that was sold they opened a couple chain restaurants.  From the age of 12-16 I spent all my free time there. Pushing brooms, peeling shrimp, gutting fish never brought anyone as much satisfaction as it did me. We will all be pitching in to make this successful. Which will be so much fun. The one drawback no more Sunday Bacchanalia.

One last thing, being a girl has some real privileges. One of my car's tire has gone nearly flat three times in the last month so I knew that it had a leak. I was just to lazy to deal with it til today. Went to the tire shop across the street from my work. The mechanic was extra nice to me. Two of my tires were damaged. The front passenger side had a nail, screw and staple. The rear passenger has a screw in it. They only accept cash but didn't have change for my $20 so he told me to pay him back next time! SWEET.

Speaking of mechanics, last week I was at Taco Bell waiting for Grouch because we were having lunch. This real cute mechanic sits a table over from where I am and starts talking to me. He asked if I was eating alone, I said no that I was waiting for someone. He asked if it was a date. I said no, that he was welcome to join us. He asked me if I lived in the neighborhood, about my tattoos, small talk in general. I was seconds, just seconds I tell you from getting his number, then the twat swatter walked in! BOOOO. Looks like I will be going to his shop to get my oil changed next month.