Wow. So blogging turns out to be just like everything else in my life... I want to do it and mean to do it and say I'm gonna do it and... Never happens! Holy Moly. And why? Distractions! I let the silliest things distract me from what I have intended to do for the biggest part of my life.
For instance: Stevie? When on Earth are we heading back down to KY and go quadding with the cousins again??? LOL! And Lex? Why haven't you gotten me enrolled in Nursing School yet??? (oh yeah. That's on me, huh?) And China? Summer is gone and Dad and I still haven't been down for a weekend visit! And Joe? STILL haven't gotten your birthday gift to you! And Kyle? Still haven't gotten Jamie to do your Seniors!
I could go on. (oh, trust me. I can go on and on and on!) But I think I've proven my point.
I do believe I promised to tell you about my angel and my "new" career choice in this blog, so I shall quit rambling about not accomplishing things I say I'm going to do... Perhaps another blog subject!
Now then. Where was I? Oh! Barney! My first job was at the Village Ice Cream Parlor in Lebanon. I was a waitress and loved it. But I turned 18 and thought I could actually make more money elsewhere, so I left.
Got a job at Corwin's IGA, also in Lebanon. (oooo Tina! Have to do another blog on the fun we had there!) It was a good job and decent pay, but then I met my kids bio-dad and got prego and married and it just wasn't enough after all, so I headed to the Golden Lamb.
Was only 20 so I started off as a hostess in hopes of becoming a waitress after turning 21. (House rules: to serve drinks/wine ya gotta be 21 at the Lamb) 21 comes and goes and still hostessing... (but that was when Woody came in and told me about getting the part on Cheers. THAT was cool. He came in and was putting his name in for seating and he saw me in the Shaker Room and came running in and said "I got the part! I got it!" [paraphrasing. i am way the hell too old to remamber verbatum, so get over it...] and he picked me up and spun me around. I was so happy for him...) Anyways, Paula (my sis) went to Mr. Reynolds and asked him to make me a waitress. He called me into his office to talk to me about it. (ok. A little about Mr. Jack Reynolds. I had been watching him manage the Lamb for some time now and HE SCARED ME! I had seen him grab bus boys by the scruff of the neck and pull them to a dirty table. He trew dishes. He yelled and screamed. But a damn good manager...) He asked me why I wanted to be a waitress and I told him I enjoyed it and had done it for 3 yrs at the Parlor and would really appreciate the money. He dismissed me and called Paula in and said he didn't think I had the personality for it. Blam. Stuck as hostess with 2 kids and a failing marriage and now what??? Oh Yeah! I end up pregnant again! lol. One last gift before leaving Ohio for what? 10 years? Thanks for that Bio-Dad!
Hmm. 3 kids, no support, and making minimum wage... For all intensive purposes, this was NOT going to work. So I swallowed my pride, took my kids in tow, and did the unthinkable. I got on the Welfare! Seriously for a second. If I could have just thought about myself I wud have gotten a trailor somewhere and been fine. But the first moment I knew I was going to be a mom I knew I would be lost in their worlds, their needs, their wants, and their desires for as long as they lived. And Gladly too. They were my wolrd. They would never beat me or rape me or cuss me and call me a whore. They would love me and I would love them forever and always and life would be happy ever after!!! (Ok, I was a bit delusional, but it sounded good at the time...) I got assistance and Paula helped find me a cool apartment on Deerfield Rd. and we got settled. Now then. Jamie was about 1 and a half when I talked with Phyllis at the Parlor and agreed to go back part time. (I promise, we are really close to Barney now...)
So I stayed there for a few more years and my plan was to get all my babies in school full days and then find full time work somewhere. I didn't know where and didn't care. I just knew I wasn't going to raise my kids on welfare. That my friends was the most humiliated I have ever been in my life. Oh, not getting help. For that I am truly greatful. It was the hulimiation the peolple at welfare loved to delve out. Not the case workers now... The big nasty fat asses that took your name and told you to find a seat and they would let your case worker know you where there. YEAH RIGHT! After you finished your person phone call and two twinkies you enjoyed downing in front of all those kids who had nothing! And if you dare say anything? another delay. A looong one.
so. I endured this for about 3 yrs and one day Sandy asked me if I wanted to soda jerk instead of waitress. Sure! I said. So I was behind the counter and in walks Barney.
OMG! It's 10:30! I have GOT to get to sleep... Big day at work tomorrow and I really got to get in there early. Well, earlier than 8 anyways... So I promide promise Promise to start of my next blog with Barney. OK? You really are the best! Thanks so much for the ever needed patience in my rambling and random thoughts (that's where I got the name! duh...) and we will take it up right where I left off next time. I won't say tomorrow, but next time. As one of my wonderful aunt's always says:
See ya when I do!
