Sunday, October 18, 2009

My eyes, my eyes, dear God my eyes!

Sitting at work, receptionisting the hell out of the day, I was treated to a view that is now burned into my retinas, for how long, I'm not sure. I'd like to think the image will fade in time, one can only hope I suppose.
I'm at such an angle at my desk that I can see the reception area, the parking lot and our parts counter. Which is good for me, I'm generally a nosy person, I don't know how people can sit in a cubical with no windows all day without snapping at some point, going postal or just start banging their head against the walls. Maybe a have a light case of claustrophobia.
Back to the wide open space that is mine. I saw, coming from the parking lot a very large man with long black hair, in the back of his head, short in the front. Yes, a large man with a mullet and that's not even the worse part. On the inside, I'm saying, "Look at this effin guy." On the outside, "Good morning." Because remember, I was receptionisting the hell out of the day.
He sat down at the part counter. The phone rang, my attention was pulled towards the phone which is on the side of the parts counter where the large man with a mullet was now sitting. I had taken a glance and then another, "Is that? .....oh man, that's butt crack."
Look away, look away. Damn he's still there. Look away.
I knew it was there, I knew it was an awful sight, yet I kept looking that way. Like a car wreck, you know you shouldn't gawk, but you do it anyway. So I thought, well maybe if I put my hand up to the side of my face I could block the view of the large man with a mullet and now butt crack.
"Whoa." This is from one of the salesmen. "That's some view you have there."
"Make it stop."
"Sorry, I'm on my way out." He said with a grin.
On his "way out" he went out of his way to bang on the window on the side of the large man with a mullet and now butt crack, to wave goodbye to me, insuring yet another look.


Another reason I'm not posting much, is that I'm working full time now. This is something I haven't done since I first got married, almost 25 years ago. I now have a deeper appreciation for Fridays. TGIF!

Saturday, October 10, 2009

I promise to post more as soon as I get the FaceBook monkey off my back.

Isn't it funny how an innocent little "invite" on FaceBook can lead to a total, life consuming obsession? What the hell do I need a virtual farm for? But as I type I have another window open on my computer so I can keep an eye on my crops. FaceBook will be the death of me.

The husband and I actually saw farm stuff up close a couple weeks ago, we went to a county fair. It was a work related thing for him and he dragged his city girl wife along. At this fair, while walking amongst the farm people, it's where we decided our children are way too spoiled. Farm kids lead a entirely different life than spoiled city kids. We weren't sure exactly what these farm kids were doing but their days are spent a lot different than ours. We wandered into a barn and sat on some bleachers, because the guy on the speaker said they were starting in 5 minutes.
"Starting what?"
"I don't know."
"Well, we better sit down."
There were several different farm animals at different stations with a person in charge of an animal and these kids kept going to each station with a score card they gave to the person. The husband and I sat perplexed, noticeably perplexed.
"Alright, I'll take a picture."

After about three, 5 minute sessions, because that's all the time they were allotted for whatever they were doing, I leaned over to the husband and said, "This is boring the living snot out of me."
He was up off the bleachers before I finished the sentence. This is when we stumbled into a field of tractors. Which was even more boring because they didn't even move. But the husband reminisced about the summers he spent on his aunt and uncles farm and showed me the kind of tractor he use to drive.
"You drove a tractor just like that?"
"Before you had your drivers license?"