Yoplait and the Fork...

So as most of my devoted readers know, I have constantly been looking for a better job placement, working 55 hours a week - at two locations, and have been also trying to maintain all other bases... (God then wife, then family, friends and music... etc). I have been one busy fella'. Today, much like any other day the last few weeks... I woke up feeling more tired than when I went to bed, got ready to go, the wife helped prepare my "lunch" for the day, and with barely enough time to chow cereal down- finished up, and headed out. (Pausing to say- that my wife is incredible... She makes "Lunch" for me- everyday!!! And healthy too!- "Lunch" btw consists of four snacks, and two entrees..) I started my first job at the social services place, mostly supporting the medical assistant. Answering and routing calls, filing, data entry etc... usually this dictates the activities of my first day's 5 work hours.. Then I often race to Starbucks and get my drink- (black and white hot chocolate.) Though for the best cup of cocoa in the world visit NW Coffee on Burnside. After a bit of sippin' and reading my current book - that I aim to finish in less than a year, I often do a polo shirt switch in preparation for my second job. Motel 6. That is an 8 hour shift. I noticed as I began the thought processes regarding my second position- I became very, very tired. At the motel- there are completely calm times- and completely high stress times... In the midst of stressful moments often comes an attitude of mine that most aren't familiar with. A sometimes grumpy, or quietly jerky, or overwhelmed persona etc. It causes friction when MRS. Sutten often calls to talk, or I find myself being completely selfish. At the same point- its something I choose. Granted I may not have the best job or pay, but I can just as easily turn on Mr. Happy. In lieu of reaching that crossroads- I pulled out my snack- realizing I forgot both an ice pack and spoon, and am sitting here eating my yoplait with a plastic fork. It didn't make my day- but it sure is funny as Heckfire to watch me eat it.

The moral of the story is: If you are choosing to have a bad attitude- try eating yogurt with a fork.

Brought to you by the letter - "S"

I silently sifted down the stairs; letting the door not slam behind me. I sneezed as I stared at the simmering sun. My legs seperated, as my shoes sliced thru the slated grass. I climbed into my all familiar seat, and settled in as I pulled the seatbelt over my shoulder. I scratched my still slick and freshly shampoo'd hair. I started my car and listened to its not so smooth studder. I shifted into drive, and begain steering straight ahead down the small and slim road we live on. All of a sudden, a sleuthy green spider, slid down its string, seconds away from landing on the slope of my skin. My body was startled and began shivering at the thought of being stabbed by its sharp smile. I quickly slowed down, and separated the spider's web from its starting point. I then shucked it acrossed the seat and on to the opposite side panel of my not so safe motorized silo. If tomorrow I succomb to the startling sounds of strong muscles, and spidey-sense stewing, know that I will save you when you shriek for safety. My Sutten-Spidey Sense could be the next saving superstar story.