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Omg Im so tired.  Since I went back to work I've been sleeping at least my Saturdays away.  This morniing I initially got up at 6:30 and then again at 7:10 and every hour on the hour telling myself I could go back to sleep.  Right now It's about 96 degrees outside (Yes, Co-Ed I realize you own my last paycheck) so why should I want to do anything but sit under the a/c.  I want to sneak off to the supermarket to do a big shopping but do not want to have to face my son's hissy fit when he gets home only to find I went without him.  Okay folks you asked:  He has to push the shopping cart (his own mind you that's he's personally selected), then he'll go look for "Bluey" his favorite shopping cart whose job is usually storage or helping Mr. Moto* load the cherries or cut up melon or whatever is going to pass as produce in that store. 

 I wonder if the owners of both (yes both) supermarkets (within walking distance for those of us who don't, can't afford, or refuse to have cars) realize that right inbetween them both just opened up a "kick ass" produce store.  My son has made me go in there and buy corn every day I come home on the express bus and he meets me.  Their stuff is really good and fresh, reasonably priced and run by nice people.  (For three nights I had fresh corn and asparagus for dinner. By the third night (er fourth morning) my stomach told me it didn't want any more of the corn diet.

Then my son will zoom around the store helping Mr. Moto and Erik** put away items.  Naturally when I'm looking for him he's nowhere to be found.  Thank goodness he has a short name because when you've screamed it out 47 times it still rolls off your tongue.  And then when he appears I can only then get him to unpack the groceries and load them on the Las Vegas slot machine scanner belt (he's often told me he can't come because he's helping Mr. Moto or Erik and I will scream back (with what little voice I have left) "helping your MOTHER is more important than helping Mr. Moto!"  Usually Erik will hear this exchange and say in his low pied piper voice "Son, come and help your mother!" and he magically appears.  I HAVE JUST RE-READ THIS AND NO LONGER WONDER WHY I'M SO TIRED WHEN I COME BACK FROM THE SUPERMARKET!

So for now I'll continue to support Con Ed and sit in front of my a/c and veg.  Or finally catch up on the 12 hours of Hell's Kitchen they recently broadcast with interviews from the contestants (which put some interesting light on it as I've already seen the entire season on my ipod).  Rock the very deserving winner and Bonnie the most incredibly gracious loser I've ever seen.  I've told my son, already, that I want him to see the finale because he'll learn what a gracious loser is (something he hasn't gotten the concept of as I'm still finding "Sorry" cards covered with dust under the couch.)

And when I was on my initial interview and my boss asked me what book have you read recently (because on my resume it says I enjoy a fireplace and a good book) I froze and said well gee I haven't been to the library.  Chance for a do over "Beauty Fades, Dumb is Forever" by Judge Judy. (Which I've actually read more than once and let me tell you she should be running the country.) 

Did I mention that I think that Gordon Ramsay is the sexiest man I've ever seen.  Love to see what he does with those hands besides cut carrots.  (I have to say fair and square that he's married to a beautiful, smart woman who has paid her dues and for the first time in my life I don't say gee I wish he wasn't married -- never mind I am -- as I've seen that entire family together and he's the most loving husband and doting daddy.  Yes, folks that Gordon Ramsay who runs his kitchen like the military.  And gee has six or seven successful restaurants and Michelin Stars and yes, I just found out that he has one a few city blocks from where I work.  So hopefully some day I'll be able to walk over there and see what his food is like.  (No chance of seeing him because even if he happens to be in one of his restaurants he stays in the kitchen.  I'll have to continue watch him take off his shirt and slip into his whites on Kitchen Nightmares (boo hoo ha ha).

*Real Name Not Used

**Not his real name either