Naw, I eat noodles...

The grocery store is not for me. Just like Mellow Mushroom wasn't for me. Everywhere I work where I am allowed to speak - at all - is not for me. I have a hard time shutting up and I like to entertain people. Really, I should've been a VJ. Today was a most eventful day and I met so many wonderful people, I wish I could tell stories about them all!

Instead, I will talk about the most wonderful visitors today. There was this one woman, she had six kids, and they were all over six, I would say, and some were late in their teens, and they were ALL there. And I was in awe of them and her, and her amazing chinese wallet she said she paid a buck for at the flea market. And her rubbermaide purse she said she paid a buck for at a yard sale. I was thinking this woman is blessed like me. (sometime when I feel like it, I will tell how I got nearly a whole new wardrobe and a bottle of victoria secret perfume for free) She was cool, but she didn't seem to enjoy me as much as I enjoyed her. She was irritated. Six kids. Wow. Speaking of blessings, I got a Jesus Loves You five dollar bill today, twice! It sat on the top of my drawer's stack of fives for like an hour before I gave it as change. I was sad. But then, later a lady came through my line and she was all talkin' about how her daughter asked too many questions, and "Oh! But sometimes I don't even know what to say anymore." I was like, I hear you, my daughter does that too. And she does. Sarah asks lots of questions about all sorts of seriously deep stuff, sometimes deeper than the kids I went to college with. I am awed. I was telling the next lady in line about this as the other left. She has recently been asking me how God was born, not an easy question, and as we were discussing faith, the lady gave me back my Jesus Loves You five dollar bill. I was like, "Oh! I got that earlier!" It was kind of a neat moment.

There was another lady through my line today, her children were seriously neglected. They were covered in skin diseases, their mouths were broken out, the one looked like she was nearly scarred on her face and the ring worm on her arm was so bad it looked like a scrape. I prayed for those children, and I hope you will too. I mean, what do you do? Say stop right there, I am calling the authorities on you?! It was terrible, and the littler one was laughing at me, she didn't understand what was going on and she was pretty old.

Then the noodle dude, man, he was funny. His woman comes through every once in a while. She's in beauty school and today she had a new do, kinda wild, with leopard spots in purple shaved into the side of her head. She was done ringing up and her man was like, not helping her pay for all DAT! He was like, "I ain't eatin none a'that". And I was like, you aren't gonna eat that? He was like "Naw, I eat noodles." And then he told me how to make the most of Ramen. He said add some cheese and butter.

I get a lot of recipes, a lady taught me how to make some tapiocca pudding dessert and someone taught me to make blueberry pie, I was going to make a quiche tonight but got lazy and made BLTs.Taco salad, from a customer. One of my old professors came through and told me where to look for a job. I learned that grits kill ants today, but shhhh, none of the exterminators want you to know that. Yeah, it's real simple. You feed them grits and it expands in them and they blow up. Kills the queen too. I like the job. I just need more money.

I find it really warming and all, and then I have the six-hour-breakdown, at six hours I turn into a f'ing idiot. I don't know why!? I just get a bit sillier and, no...just today I did...and OMG!!! My seventeen-year-old boyfriend came in today and I ducked under my register, lol!!! He's twenty-two now, I think. I really hated to be the one at the register, lol!! OK well, I am just gabbing now. Gots to go, I think I will bake cookies or something :) Chocolate chip. Can't improve on that...