AUGUST 31, WEDNESDAY
(6:46pm)
Plan C.
Every day I’m with these kids. Kiss kiss in the morning.
(3:01pm)
So what you're saying is my arteries are legit... hardening?
(2:41pm)
His name is Arlo. But the cats in the alley know him as Tommy two-paws. Beware ladies. He’ll tickle you with his whiskers but then make off with your wallet in the middle of the night.
(2:37pm)
Success!
I went back to the social security office this morning, a different office, the one on Santa Monica & Vine, was helped by a fella there who knows that a divorce decree doesn't state what name you're legally going by, and simply asked for my driver's license and birth certificate. I handed the docs over to him, he made copies of the docs, and then gave them back to me. "You'll get your social security card within ten days." He says.
See how easy that is, cunt from social security office on Wilshire blvd? SEE HOW EASY?
I didn't really have a problem keeping my ex-husband's last name. I just preferred not to. Additionally, my retirement and (god willing) social security isn't going to be under my ex-husband's last name. It will be under my maiden name. And being that the people in charge of things like making your driver's license, social security card, and passport, aren't all in agreement on how to do their jobs correctly, it's best, or so I think, to get all your ducks in a row now while you still have a 50/50 chance of getting someone who actually knows how to do their job.
For the life of me I will never know how 2 out of 3 employees working for the same office know how to do their jobs, but the 3rd person almost certainly never does. It's a mystery.
And so I am once again my father's daughter. And even though my dad has been dead now for 7 years, it still comforts me nonetheless carrying his last name once more. I'll die with it. Even if I get married again I'm not changing my last name. What a hassle.
Anyway...
After being haphazardly informed about having small vessel disease, my brain has been grinding away like a ten year old family station wagon. Aside from the risk of having another stroke and/or heart attack, I have to worry about my arteries slowly closing up.
I think my farm dream is dead now too.
What plan am I now? Plan C?
Plan C... Smut?
Are we back to smut?
Black and white smutty film noir?
AUGUST 30, TUESDAY
(2:27pm)
$3 movie Saturday would be much cooler if I hadn't already seen all the movies I want to see in theaters already.
(2:17pm)
I am once again reminded why you never take his last name when you get married. People who have not been divorced in the last ten years do not know that a divorce decree does not automatically report, "Mary Smith returns to her maiden name Mary Johnson." Nowhere on the decree does it say that. It merely states when the dissolve of marriage was made legal in a court of law. And that's it. Mary Smith, can stay Mary Smith, or be Mary Johnson, or Mary Bojangles, if she wants. A human being in the state of California can be known as anything they want to be known as, so long as it's not for the purpose of fraud.
I was on hold with the social security 1-800 number for 35 minutes just to make sure the law hasn't changed any in the last year. "No ma'am. Just bring your driver's license, birth certificate, or any document that states your legal last name you want to change it to." -- Great. Thank you, sir.
I go to the social security building with my legal docs in hand and the stupid cunt at the window said, "Oh no. You have to also bring your divorce decree."
Why? I ask.
"Well this is your married last name. You have to prove you changed it back. It will say that on your divorce decree." -- And you bitch would be what I love to call WRONG.
I amusingly watched a bank manager look over my divorce decree for almost 20 minutes trying to find where it says a judge ordered my name to be changed back to my maiden name. HINT: It doesn't say that anywhere. I don't legally have to change my name back to my maiden name once I'm divorced. NOWHERE in the state of California requires me to change my name back to my maiden name if I don't want to. SO... shall we try this again, children?
My legal name is on my birth certificate. That is my legal name. It's also on my passport. It's also on CA IDs. NOWHERE on a divorce decree does it say what you will now be knows as. It merely says the name you got married under, and the name you went by once you were married. And neither name has to match your birth certificate... so long as you didn't use a stage name (an AKA) for the purpose of fraud.
The end.
For fuck sake 😒
(7:57am)
Yesterday I had an appointment with the neurologist.
(click the link)
AUGUST 28, SUNDAY
(7:23pm)
Kitties love the drama 🎭
(2:21pm)
Last night I thought for sure we were going to have an earthquake. Something wicked this way come? But no.
I was disappointed. Not her. She couldn’t care less.😅
(2:11pm)
I have an appointment with my neurologist tomorrow morning. Perhaps he'll have the results of my heart monitor? Plus I have to get an orthopedic doctor.
Day before yesterday I woke up to my left knee feeling like it was not where it's supposed to be. Every time I straightened my left leg out it cracked at the knee cap with a sharp quick pain. I iced it and it seemed to get better. Today I can walk on it. But this was not the first time it's happened.
This guy is amazing. I feel this youtube.
(9:24am)
I've been doing this blog a long time. It is the free-iest content on the web next to porn. Even Pinterest makes you sign up. I see the movies I write about. I eat at the restaurants. I travel the places. I like what I like. I don't like what I don't like.
Oh my dears. I like this. And can I just say, there's a reason good things are written about in a galaxy far far away, and in the 70's.
Check it out.
AUGUST 26, FRIDAY
(8:05pm)
Earth sign facts
(12:54pm)
Daily
(10:10am)
Same.
Woke up to unbelievable left knee pain.
(10:02am)
Every bartender named Chase, everywhere 😂
AUGUST 25, THURSDAY
(11:18pm)
I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm at a point in my life where having fun and being happy is all I'm about right now. I don't care how long and far I have to look, fun and happiness OR NOTHING.
(11:11pm)
"Do you know what your role here at work is?"
To get as many bl*wj*bs as humanly possible - is shockingly never the correct answer.
That's one of them fancy rhetorical questions, eh?
"No."
No?
"No."
Are you sure?
And that sums up how my my day went. How about you?😂
AUGUST 24, WEDNESDAY
(6:59pm)
"Urinal trough" 😵🙊
(6:11am)
Alrightythen. Just replied to [let's call them SUGAR). I've been in talks with SUGAR about a cook job since last year. We're having troubles connecting. If anyone is wondering why it's so hard finding employees, it's because the people in charge of finding them are not always on top of it. Take for example my current situation. At least today I know where I'm going.
In truth, I miss being a waitress sometimes. If I'm going to deal with the grief I might as well make the money too.
(5:45am)
Yesterday…
Phone calls. Emails. Phone calls. Emails.
Cross communication. Mixed messages.
More phone calls and emails.
No one could tell me where on the lot I was working.
In the end, one person took charge and said, “Be [here] at [this] time.”
Only that turned out to be the wrong time and place also. No matter. I enjoyed the team of cooks I worked with. A lot. I enjoyed it so much I want to be on this team permanently. So I wrote to HR and expressly asked if I could (please please please!) be on this team. I like them. They liked me. They’re in need of cooks. They do so much around the lot from prep work to catering, how can HR say no? I’m still waiting for a response.
It’s horrible being told to go somewhere accidentally and then immediately really liking the place, only to then be told, “Oops that’s not where you’ll be working.”
Oh. What? Why?
Why (why) WHY am I not working there?
I’m expecting to not get an answer of course. That would be too easy.
I’m keeping my options open. I’m about to respond to another job that has interest in me.
In the meantime I’m forced to stick it out with what I get rather than what I want.
(sigh) Fuck.
Aahh the return of alcoholism.
Cue the music!
AUGUST 23, TUESDAY
(5:56pm)
I had a day. Write more tomorrow. Good night.
(4:58am)
I could never play the STRAY cat game. I would take the stray kitty home and - end of game.
(4:44am)
It’s dark out. Just me and a bunch of random voices echoing on the lot. Who are you?! WHERE are you?! Am I being visited by ghosts of burnt toast past?! It’s not my fault its the stupid fu🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬 goddamn toasters!
Seriously tho… 🫣
(4:02am)
Legit.
I’m awake because I’m getting paid to be. 👍🏻
(3:11am)
Over the years I've gone here to drink. Just drink. The other night my friend took me here to eat. So very nice. But for $80 ... um... we're going to go back to just drinking here yes?
AUGUST 21, SUNDAY
(5:45pm)
I watched my food truck dream die in 2019, again in 2020, and again in 2021. Now all I can hope for is union job security for the next 7 years and retire to the Midwest with whatever is left of my body, a few cows, some chickens, a tiny farmhouse, an acre of land, and grow corn. Unless of course America gets wiped out by zombie gerbils before then.
I wanted to quit the F&B industry long before now, save my legs and back, but that's just not reality. I have too many years experience in this industry to do anything else. Except maybe write. But in truth I don't even like reading/listening to people of my generation. My generation are the most delusional people. 50 year old women trying to compete with hot 19 year olds. 😂 It's sad. Just. sad. Not even thirst traps. More like cottage cheese sinkholes. You're old bitch. Pass the torch.
(12:51pm)
On occasion I have dreams where I'm back in high school and I can't remember my locker combo, welp, dreams do come true. I locked myself out of my work locker last Friday. It was a deal. I was still in my chef coat and pants, which belong to the studio for the next six months before I can take them home per protocol - I must have sausage fingered the wrong combo on the electronic lock and I locked myself out. I had to get the floor security, time stamp "the incident", sign for release of my work locker to be open, have a conversation with the property floor manager, I mean, everyone was really nice about it, but holy shit, embarrassing. The property manager was like, "At least you know which locker you had. Do you know how many times people lock themselves out but don't remember which locker was theirs? I mean, what do you want me to do about it? I can't help you if you don't know which locker is yours." -- Exactly. I took a picture of my locker. That's how I remembered which was mine. 😂
I've been a lazy girl all day so far. But I have company.
AUGUST 20, SATURDAY
(7:12pm)
She's 23, Greek, a sister Capricorn (heeey!) and she loves to eat.
As you know I'm madly in love with her.
(4:37pm)
Me minding my own business looking at room dividers and Google:
AUGUST 19, FRIDAY
(5:27pm)
IG wouldn’t let the audio download but you know the song.
*Oh yea you betcha that’s me, eh.
(5:50am)
I never understood the negative stereotyping of black people and fried chicken when clearly Koreans and fried chicken is an equal if not much bigger thing. Some, many black folks will take their fried chicken seriously but all Koreans take fried chicken seriously. All.
I need to learn how to make crispy birria tacos. Last night we were trying to find birria tacos (in Los Angeles!) for delivery and couldn't find a place that fried taco shells in the meat consome. I'm not a horribly picky eater but when it comes to birria tacos... fry the shells please! It's birria! Mmmmm birria.
AUGUST 18, THURSDAY
(5:58pm)
Peekaboo I see you.
(12:18pm)
Ha. Clever.
(9:47am)
I want to like the new Interview With a Vampire series but it's not likely to happen. The 1994 film starring Tom Cruise and Brad Pitt is a cult classic for my generation. Nothing will replace that, or even come close.
I want to like the Wednesday series on Netflix, and I probably will minus Catherine Zeta-Jones, for reportedly saying "I'm done being humble. I'm not sorry for being rich. I'm not sorry for being gorgeous.' (cringe 😬)
First of all MS Jones, you're not "gorgeous". Gorgeous is reserved for icons like young Marilyn Monroe, which you are neither, Marilyn Monroe or young.
Anyyyyway😏
(12:11am)
Every time I see this:
It makes me think of this:
AUGUST 17, WEDNESDAY
(8:42pm)
I’m not really into shows like America’s Got Talent, but I have a friend who’s totally into it so on occasion I’ll watch it with him, and… wow amazing 🤯
These ladies are incredible.
I haven’t bought any new music in a long, long while but I so would buy their album.
(5:25pm)
Working on my Rizzo hair.
(11:26am)
Less is more. LESS IS MORE! Less is more? Less is more. 😅
(10:59am)
Remote work day be like:
AUGUST 16, TUESDAY
(1:06pm)
Don’t forget adult injury “Got up too fast.”
(11:13am)
And all the Capricorns sing 🎤 🎶
(10:55am)
Remote work today means not having to wear pants.
I think it’s growing out with more platinum than last time. 😀🎉
AUGUST 15, MONDAY
(6:11pm)
Nothing warms my heart more than seeing pets who are loved. And then teaching them bad habits.
(1:17pm)
I absolutely love my friends cats. The way his sister holds his tail while she sleeps… 🥺
I sleep so much better when they sleep with me.
I miss the Vegas hobo kitty.🥺
AUGUST 14, SUNDAY
(9:03pm)
Facts
(9:10am)
Love waking up to her toe bean peet in my face.❤
AUGUST 13, SATURDAY
(4:00pm)
EMG tests be like...
(1:59pm)
Why I love Jon Stewart. I never get tired watching this.
(1:33pm)
Getting old is fun!
Lastly...
I recently had a EMG test performed. I got to keep my clothes on for that one at least. Here's another medical blog for all you GEN X'rs - complete with beavers 'n Billy Squire. What more could you ask from a blog?
Click link below.
AUGUST 11, THURSDAY
(10:33am)
It's not a black eye. I'm old. It's a dark age spot. I have a matching one on the other side. Much like my grey hair I've earned these dark aging spots marking the all the years of experience and wisdom.
After buzzing off my hair a month ago it's growing back. *My hair is currently in a weird style place.
(7:59am)
I want what they have.🥹❤️🩹
(7:46am)
Same
AUGUST 10, WEDNESDAY
(8:14pm)
Holy shit I'm having blog issues.
I updated what's going on now medically. GETTING OLD IS FUN.
My dear GEN X'rs, some of this info may or may not be of any use to you.
Either way, here it is. MEDICAL BLOG POST FOR GENERATION X'rs
(7:41am)
He’s in here too. Sleeping little ball of fluff.
The only one not in here sleeping is me. As per usual. 😂
(7:32am)
She meowed up and down the hallway, then jumped onto my bed, flopped down between my legs and kicked her fluffy peets into my pooter. She finally settled down nestled against my leg.
It’s ok kitty. It’s ok. I don’t have to be anywhere until 2pm.
Yesterday the cardiologist office put the heart monitor on me. That’s a whole other deal.
Surprisingly I slept okay. I’m sure I pressed the monitor button 100 times being as how I sleep on my side and stomach but I’m sure they’re used to people sleeping on the button by now.
I go back to the cardiologist today. Neurologist Friday.
Like I said, it’s a whole other deal. Hopefully these tests will be over soon.
AUGUST 9, TUESDAY
(11:37pm)
Reminds me of Dragonfly in Hollywood 1997-1999’ish
(11:17pm)
THIS sums up my day completely.
Blog coming tomorrow.
AUGUST 8, MONDAY
(9:07pm)
And goodnight
(6:28pm)
🫣
Olivia Newton John reportedly died 🥺😭
"I SOLVE MY PROBLEMS AND I SEE THE LIGHT…"
Grease is the word!
Raid on Mar-a-Lago 👍🏻
(I’m not a Democrat. Calm down. Trump is an idiot.)
It’s international Cat Day.
I love this picture of my friend's cats.
I woke up to this the other morning.
Tomorrow the heart monitor goes on. I'm hoping it's not the big bulky one with all the electrodes that connect to a pack. Fingers crossed. Aside from an occasion bout of arrhythmia, and getting extremely dizzy and nauseous after my Lyft driver took Laurel Canyon down from the valley the other day which messed me up all over, I don't really notice anything horrible going on with my heart. But then again I'm not a doctor and this is mostly preventative measures. Right?
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