**I need to add something to day 1’s log here. We went to taco bell and the dude comes on the drive through and says in a very slow very urban way, wwwuuuussss up? Uh what’s up is what the hell happened to hi welcome to taco bell may i take your order. That’s wwwwwuuuussss up. So any we order and proceed to window 1 and I am ready to see a huge black dude and instead its a mexican boy. As I look at him I said Oh jesus and at the exact time I said it I saw his name tag. Name: Jesus.

DAY 2
I am wide awake at 6am so I got up made coffee and went right outside to sit by the pool and check all the emails and what not. I hung out alone until Strauss woke up like 2 hours later. Then we had to go set up our booth at the show which is a painfully long and boring process. While doing that, Strauss needed me to take a bunch of shit to the car and then I decided Im going to the car and Im not coming back to this show. Im going home, eating and swimming. So I finally find the car in this gigantic lot and try the key. It doesn’t freakin work. So I tried the other side, and same thing. We have a dodge calibur so I checked the hatch and it was open so I crawled in through the hatch and got into the drivers seat. That’s when I realized I was not in my car. My car was actually like 2 cars down.
So on my way home I saw the famous las vegas sign which I had never seen before. It’s sweet.
Then strauss made me dinner again and i don’t want to admit this to him but it was so good I don’t know what to do with myself. SO GOOD! He made burritos and salsa and it’s amazing.
Then we needed to go to whole foods and get some bs and then we ended the evening at Green Valley Ranch and it’s really nice. We each had 10 bucks, he ended up with -15 and I ended up with 20.08. In the end we gained 8 cents.
Good Night.

We had to check a huge box of chair backs to bring with us to Vegas so that was a big to do. I didn’t realize the flight time to vegas was 4 hours and let me tell you, it’s not fun. I don’t mind the flying part, I like being up in the air, but god damn it stinks, your ass hurts, and I ALWAYS do the classic fall asleep jerk back up real quick nod off. Im a private sleeper, I don’t like people looking at me when my eyes are closed. I have always shut my door when Im sleeping. I hate an open door sleeper! Those people are creepy. Then we flew over Lake Mead and it’s beautiful. It looks like a pen leaked all over the desert. Anyway, after much nodding off and sinus pressure making bubbles up into my brain we arrived. It was 110 today and I love it. We got to our house and surprise, NO FURNITURE. NONE. So we called and they brought furniture and are currently still setting up, so I have been out in the backyard the entire time hanging out in the pool and now im sitting by the pool listening to a million bugs singing. Strauss is making me some sweet dinner and then Im going to sleep my ass off. I love it here.

I am going back to Las Vegas for work for 2 weeks starting Friday. Everytime I have to leave I get really homesick for some reason. Everyday Im stressed out you would think that I want a break from my life of no money, dirty kitchen floor, kids yelling every second, the cat running out the god damn door every time it opens, the ants that have taken up residence in my kitchen, my 3 dogs who won’t stop shitting in their damn cages, no air conditioning in my house, and the animal hair everywhere. When Im alone I don’t even know what to do with myself. Then I leave and for the time leading up to and like the 1st day of being gone, im homesick, but then boy by the second day I don’t even remember these kids names. We usually don’t talk to much on the phone while im gone and that aids in the forgetting of this life. I wonder if I got stuck somewhere because my plane went down and my new life is on a LOST like island if I would even remember this life? That’s the easiest way to get out. Don’t plan on leaving forever but just go away on vacation and then just forget to come back. That way you never have to say goodbye. I hate a goodbye. Two things that make me cry in this world- If someone asks me how I am – like really asks because they want to know and saying goodbye. It kicks me right in the asshole.
So anyway my friends, this is not goodbye but it could possibly be, who are you again?

All great art comes from horrible pain? What happens in your mind when you’re in emotional turmoil that makes you create? When you’re happy and everything is great nothing comes. Your creative box is empty. I know mine is. Im just listening to this new Alanis song about Ryan and it’s so sad and I get it. When Bill was away I would write a million sad blogs. Maybe creating comforts your mind somehow because you are thinking and basing whatever you are working on, on whatever has gone on and it helps you feel closer to the person. It’s like for me I will hold onto information forever until I use it, and then it’s gone. Maybe you have to create to move on. For me it’s writing, until it’s written it’s just pacing back and forth burdening me until I let it out.
I don’t understand why when you break up with someone you can’t still be allowed to love each other and be friends. Someone always gets bitter. Where does that love go? It doesn’t just evaporate so where the hell is it? If you spend a couple years of your life with someone and then you break up why can’t you be friends? Your friends don’t usually break up with you and then you have to stop talking so why does that happen with romantic relationships?
I hope Bill and I don’t break up because he is both boyfriend and regular friend so if that ever happens Im just letting you all know to expect some very pained writings coming your way.
Check out “Torch” By Alanis

Bill and I went to the Lockview yesterday for lunch and it was super tasty. It’s the old Lime Spider in downtown Akron. It’s right across the street from Lock 3. It’s pretty big inside with a ton of tables and they also have a rooftop patio. SWEET. By the looks of this place you wouldn’t think they would have anything other than the old greasy bar food and PBR on tap, but that’s where you’re wrong my friend. They have a huge beer list and 12 on tap and they have a kick ass menu.
I had a pita sandwich with hummus, spinach, sprouts, and tomatoes and I was the happiest girl ever. The hummus is super garlicy and just right. They also have those awesome fair like fries without 34 pounds of grease on them.
I’m going back for some rooftop beers asap. Go try it.

http://www.thelockview.com

207 S. Main St.
Akron, OH

Bill and I went to the Tremont Tap House on Friday night and it was awesome. It’s a small bar restaurant in Tremont, with an awesome patio and open air bar. They have a huge beer list and a sweet menu. It’s not too expensive and the food was super good! I had a Blueberry Ale that was on tap and it had bits o tasty blueberries and it was delish. The house salad is huge and has a tomato vinagrette that knocked my sock off.
There is a small parking lot in the back but you’re better off finding some street parking or risk finding yourself in a scary maze of a neighborhood with one ways and dead ends.
You’ll have to look for the place because Im pretty sure it has no sign!
MAP IT!

2572 Scranton Road
Tremont, Ohio
Telephone: (216) 298-4451
Information: Hours of Operation: Monday-Saturday 4p-2a; Sunday 10a-2a
http://www.tremonttaphouse.com

It started off with a stop into the Haylett’s on 82. I needed to get some cash so I could eat all the fair food at the Ox Roast. So I go in and locate the ATM and the cashier was leaning up against the wall and as I walk up she says How’s it going? I said alright and try to figure out the atm because all the information on the buttons has been rubbed off and I don’t know which button says what. She then says, it’s hot. I didn’t respond right away and then in a devilish growl she says again HHHHHOOOOOOOTTTTT. So I said, don’t they have air conditioning in here? She goes into a rant about how the air is set on 72 but it’s 78 and the owners were told when they bought the air conditioner that it wouldn’t be big enough but they didn’t care because it was cheaper and they weren’t going to be the ones working at the store sweltering so they didn’t care. I grabbed my $20 and jammed it out of there and on my way out I saw a guy coming in and I heard her say, DUDE, **devilish voice** DDDUUUUDDDDDEEEEE.

We get to the high school and had to pay the cheerleaders 3 bucks to park a million miles from the fair which sucks and then we walked through the woods and up to the glorious ox roast. There was a band onstage taking their job very seriously the lead signer had scarfs wrapped around the mic stand like steven tyler and the guitarist was very jack black in pick of destiny. The were having a time boy. I almost had a run in with price valiant running the pierogi stand so I had to hide. I saw a few people from school but I didn’t talk to anyone. I just came for the lemonade and fries anyway. There are a weird mix of people that go. I saw a girls entire red bra (im pretty sure she was 14), hillbillies with no teeth, girls that thought they lived in the OC, some of those boys who were the huge black pants with chains and stinky old black band tee shirts, parents being dragged around by their kids because they wanted to go on more rides while the parents only wish was to be left alone in the beer tent, and an announcer lady who narrated the entire fucking night who sounded exactly like Roseanne and never stopped talking the entire night. You know that lady probably goes to that church and sits around gossiping about other people that go to the church all day long.
What the hell is a damn tractor pull and why do people sit in bleachers and watch this?

If my kid comes in here one more time with one of her friends and starts another god damn sentence with “um, my friend (insert name) was wondering if we could (insert something she knows damn well she’s not allowed to do here). All summer long. Im going to make her move out and into a tent in the front yard and tell her she has to get a job, then the only thing she’ll have time to wonder about is how long it’s going to take her to walk down to akron and get a free meal at one of the homeless shelters.
My week has been pretty stressful and my ulcer hurts. every day I wake up with that nervous feeling in my stomach and im getting sick of it. Vegas is in just about a week and I really hope it all comes together because if it doesn’t i might have to move in with skylar.

Angelina had the babies last night and I would like to know why i’m excited? it’s not like I get to jam over to the south of france and hold the babies yet as soon as I read the story I called kristie with the exciting news. I love celebrity gossip, i don’t know why. I always know who’s getting married, who is pregnant, all the baby names, who said what about who, and so on. Ask me anything political and i have no idea. I don’t live in a real world.

On my way back to work from lunch i saw a man and woman sitting on the side of the road by an intersection and the man was holding the classic piece of cardoboard sign asking for help. Normally this just makes me uncomfortable and I try to avoid people like this. I only caught on sentence of his sign and it read I DO work! This got my attention. If I would have had any cash, I probably would have given it up. Then I thought, how far off are a lot of us from holding up our own cardboard signs? I work too but it doesnt mean I can really afford gas, or electricity. We are all working but it still seems like there is no money. Things are getting really bad out there and people have to chose whether to get food or buy gas for their cars so they can get back to work and still not be able to pay their bills. We shouldn’t have to decidethis. Isn’t the richest country? You’re telling me in the richest country in the world, we have to chose between food and gas? What is going on? I am seriously getting nervous. In the 30’s when they had the depression, i mean money or not it already was a depression. No money, no cars, no internet. They weren’t too put out, they already were growing their own food and living off the land pretty much. They didn’t have to drive 80 miles round trip per day to get to a job to be able to live. They weren’t spending 20 clams a day on coffee and burritos. Things have changed. Humans are losing basic survival skills and for those of us born in the late 70’s and beyond, Im pretty sure we were born without those skills. We were taken home from the hospital and taken straight to Mcdonalds. Roughing it meant some stinkin hotel on the way to vacation in FL. Saturday mornings weren’t spent plowing anything, we were watching smurfs. We don’t know what to do! We can’t farm anything, I can barely grow 3 roma tomatoes, what the hell good are those 3 tomatoes going to do? I can’t ride my bike 80 miles a day to go to work. No one can buy a house and that means we flush most of our money right down the shitter. Where are we going with all this? Are we going to be in a giant homeless shelter soon? Do you think I can bring my 3 dogs, 3 cats, bunny, fish, oh and all my kids there? Do they allow that?
We need a plan and here is mine, and if you are a friend of mine you need to listen up right now, we need to buy some land somewhere (it has to be warm as we will be living in tents) and start living off the land right now. We’ll get some gardening books and figure it out but at least we won’t have to buy gas and we won’t have to stand on the corner saying I DO WORK.