The Happy Day is almost here!

Hard to believe that my birthday is on Thursday. I don't think I want to reveal how old I am; Let's just say that "I'm as old as me nose and a little bit older than me teeth." Birthdays seem to have less meaning than they did before. I never really have a party (I haven't had a formal birthday party since I turned eleven), but it would be nice if someone special remembered me. HE made the comment that he was just going to go golfing on my birthday! I can only hope to God that he was joking. I mean a customer where I work that I'm friends with remembered and wished me happy birthday earlier so he wouldn't forget. That was very nice of him. I sort of planned to spend my birthday at the fairgrounds again, but I wouldn't mind if HE actually decided to take me somewhere nice for dinner. It's not like I'm looking for a proposal or something (I'm not, that can come in due time), but a little bit of a romantic evening would be nice. Sometimes I worry that he doesn't have a romantic bone in his body. I think mine is located in the same place as my funny bone. For those of you who do not get the joke: There is no Funny Bone! I mean: I am allergic to most flowers, I hardly ever wear jewelry, I laugh at movies like the notebook, and I hate sappy, wishy washy, air-headed females that wait for a prince to sweep them off their dainty size three feet. Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty were never my heroes. I preferred girls that kicked butt. At any rate, he could at least try and maybe convert me a little. Anyway, Happy Birthday to me and don't forget to send me a gift!

No Good Deed Goes Unpunished

This should serve as a warning to all those who are contemplating doing a good deed for someone. DON'T. IT WILL COME BACK TO BITE YOU IN THE ASS! I had the misfortune of doing a good deed for a customer and it's going to cost me, big time. I mixed paint for a customer, I showed him he damn label and he agreed it was the paint he was after. Now, one week later, he's saying it was the wrong paint and that he had to hire a professional to scrape it off his intricate kitchen walls. THE BILL IS OVER $350! And he expects my work to pay for it, which in turn means ME! It wasn't so much that the boss stated that the head honchos expect me to pay up, just it was implied that if I don't: I WON'T HAVE A JOB! I don't think it's right; in fact it stinks the high heaven, but I can't pay my bills without a job. I will tell you this: I am done helping customers. Other than pointing, I will never go out of my way to help a customer again! If you are wise you will heed my advice and never extend yourself to help anyone! It will wind up costing you more in the end that you ever bargained for.

Check out my other blog!

Hi again! I'm not here to rant and rave this time, but to ask all my loyal readers to check out my other blog: http://www.barbieandamericangirlclothesbybobijo.blogspot.com . It is a showcase for my doll clothing creations. I welcome comments on the clothes, but please keep them clean and constructive. Little girls and their moms will be looking at these clothes. I appreciate you comments and how you can help me become a better designer. Make sure you take the polls I will have on the blog; they will help me decide what new colors and trends there are, so I can make current fashions. Thanks and I'll see you later.