Hey McFly

first and foremost, an admonishment: ladies, if you don't get blogging already, i'm going to get all charles ingalls on your asses. i think you know what i mean. remember when pa nailed that walnut grove scam artist to the wall outside the church/schoolhouse and was all, "you know your lucky, i told my wife i'd be nice to you"? well, that's me the next time i log on and find my lame posts without affirmations or additions. i am so serious half-pints.

as for my job at trader joes-- i have taken a lickin' and keep on tickin', but time is running out. i would not go back to disneyland for anything; but honestly steve, this job is hard. check me out: i am from bakersfield, my great -grandparents on both sides were farmers, my grandmas did back-breaking work in their young lives and i cleaned christine's room on several occasions. i know what work ethic is. but this is hard. you wouldn't believe the stuff i do because i know it is assumed that i know how to do it. i climb on freezers, i lug stacks 20 times my size, i carry a box cutter. i do not think i am above it. i do think that i needed this job to break free from the clutches of mushu. i also think that i am learning that the lord wants me to make money in tampon commercials. i'm not being trite. i really think that i finally have mustered up some esteem for my "talents". it is what has been allotted to me and i need to be a good steward of it. i need to contribute to my family with the skills i have been given.

there are perks to my job. i checked out the groceries of a certain back to the future celeb. one mister crispen glover. he bought lots of flash pasturized juice and dried mangos. it was 75 degrees out and he was wearing a trenchcoat, wool cap and mittens. when i handed him his bag he said, "have a lot!". huh? who cares. i handled the cash of george mcfly!