What else could go wrong

So, the last month or things have started to mess up a bit. First, our cooler under the bar decided to take a big ol' crap. It's still running but not like it should. Now, as of last night that is. Our big freezer in the kitchen where we store all of our grill and fryer food has completely died and we need to get a new compresor. F#$k!!!!! So, one of my brothers, I think it was, brought in their small deep freezer and mom had brought in her small one, originally for pizza stuff. So anyway, they spent a decent part of yesterday afternoon, and last night moving all the stuff from the kitchen into the three other freezers. What a pain in the ass. And as much as I hate to say it...thank god it was slow today, because we were digging for shit all day long...I mean, come on...how do you get organized when you have a whole menu of stuff that you use daily and have to split it between 3 different spots. SHITTY! Then, this morning, I was supposed to make some roast beef shit for meal site. Yeah well, it was something I hadn't done before and didn't realize it was supposed to be put on by 7:30, so we scrambled to find an alternative for it. It all worked out in the end for that...but damn. And on top of all of this, sales have been way slow. I am not sure what's going on but lunch is way slow all of a sudden. It's starting to drive me crazy we could almost do it with just 2 of us and I don't like that at all. So, hopefully we'll get things all fixed up and things will pick up here soon. Hopefully it was just because it's finally super nice out that they are trying to get stuff done...or it's just way to hot out. Either way, everybody cross your fingers that it gets better for us.

"the dullest read of our time," says the NEW YORK TIMES

If this really were an autobiography and had been published, that is what the reviews would say. Nothing ever happens, the story doesn't even have an ending....barely even has a middle. So, I decided that I should work on finishing the book. So, it's back to what I call reality...most would refer to it as blogging, but you say tomato.
I am now officially the most nonboring boring person you know. So, here's the story as to why.

This past Saturday night, Mickayla was spending the night at Noah's, Tammi was working, and her girls were staying with friends and Darrin wasn't home. So, there I am bored off my ass. Even though I should have been thinking "YES YES YES!!! THE HOUSE ALL TO MYSELF"...but no. I was thinking "Man this really sucks." So I decided to go out. Well, after Tammi got done working, she joined me down to friends and a bunch of us decided to go out to Don Elmer's. That alone should tell you that this night would not be normal. So, Stacy Pesik was really drunk and wanted to go to her place and Tammi was to follow, as were Cole and Vanessa after running to Cole's to get some beer. So I took Stacy home and there we sat. Finally I started to feel my alcohol. Neither Tammi, nor Cole and Vanessa showed. I don't know what happened to Tammi, but I found out that Cole and Vanessa got to Cole's house and forgot why they'd even gone there, so just went to bed. They didn't know why they were there, because Sue had a houseful so they were going to stay at her house. Anyway, there I am feeling drunk, trying to text people on Stacy's phone which is out of minutes and doesn't work. So, I decided to go home. Well, Stacy lives above Friends, so it was only about a 6 block walk home. Anyway...I made it up to the courts and decided I was really tired...and didn't want to walk, but didn't have a ride either. Then I saw it....a bike...someone left their bike parked against the fence at the courts. *LIGHT BULB * I had an idea. So, I hopped on this little bmx type bike and start pedaling. Not really that easy on a small bike when you haven't ridden one in about 5+ years. AHHH the relief, I make it home in record time, so it seems. My walking in the door wakes Darrin. And what do I tell him..."I just stole a bike".....I got quite the reaction.."WHAT!!! WHERE!!! WHEN!!! WHO'S??????" So, I told him where I got it. And I went to bed with him laughing at me hysterically. Who wouldn't find that funny (maybe the bike's owner). So, I guess at 5:30 am, just 20 minutes after I got home, Darrin ran out, saw who's bike it was and flipped (so says Tammi). Darrin had a friend return the bike a little later that morning for him. It turns out the bike belonged to someone who would have assumed it was Darrin who took it and would have kicked his ass. It belonged to one of the Nowalk kids...oh well. Darrin knows the kid's sister and they are friends so no biggie.


So there you have it. I'm a bike theif. I admit it. One of the humerous parts of the story though. That night, Tammi and I had been on his ass about his hanging out with kids who he knows steals and he needs to keep his ass away from these guys. And then I go and steal a bike. Oh well. It makes for a story...I don't know if it's a good one, but it's a story none the less.


So, the story continues........


maybe the next couple of chapters will be better and we'll get published yet.