I’ve been requested to change the blog name to “CHOWDER HEAD IS DRUNK AGAIN”. Hence the new heading.

I went and visited with CHOWDER HEAD last night. I don’t think I had wrote about this before, but CHOWDER HEAD has a lazy eye. Medically known as Amblyopia.

However it’s only noticeable when she looks at things close up or she crosses her eyes. I’ve known CHOWDER HEAD for 6 years now and I only noticed this about a month ago. Now that I know about this slight flaw I can’t help but stare at CHOWDER HEAD from time to time to see I can see her Lazy Eye. This is really great entertainment when you have been drinking. Because with each drink she takes the worse her vision becomes.

Well apparently there is a get together at SOGS on Sunday since she is returning from Belize. I’m sure I’ll have some drunken stories to tell on Monday.

HORMONES.............

Well I don’t have anything new to blog. I couldn’t drag CHOWDER HEAD out last night. She apparently took an overdose of hormones and is very bitchy. And to top it off she decided to quit smoking. Needless to say I won’t have much to blog for about a month. I have vowed CHOWDER HEAD off until the hormones are out of her system. Poor CHOWDER HEAD’s husband……hopefully one of his friends rescues him this weekend. I think I will check on him next week just to make sure he is still alive.

However, without the help of CHOWDER HEAD I managed to stay up until 4am last night. I keep forgetting that I’m not in my twenties anymore and that sleep is a requirement now. I blame this recluse behavior on having to work for a living. Having 3 jobs is killing me slowly. So, I stay up and engage in lude acts in order to keep from going insane. I need to do an Anna Nichole Smith and find a rich old man who is on the brink of death.

On the plus side SOGS is coming back from Belize soon. So, we will have pics to blog and I’m certain there will be some drunken stories as well.

ITALIAN SAUSAGE...........

Somebody in the office just said, “Yes I would like to order a 12 Inch Italian Sausage, hold the Mayo.”
It took all my might not to say something inappropriate.

Well I haven’t blogged in a while because CHOWDER HEAD has been on good behavior. I think she broke up with Ron Rico. Or it could be that I have been working at LA DUNGEUN to much. This is a different restaurant from THE BRIG. I don’t have to do dishes at this restaurant, but I do have to put up with a crazy Italian. Last Friday he cussed me out and called me a f**king liar. I think he is Bi-Polar. I am going to buy Prozac on the black market and slip it into his wine before we start dinner service.

I have plans to get CHOWDER HEAD drunk tonight. That way I have something fun to blog tomorrow.

MEN.............

So, what does it mean when you sleep with a guy and he becomes a religious zealot afterwards??? And please tell me I am not the only female this has happened to because is not doing well for my ego.

I am so going out tonight for St. Patty’s day. I am hoping to have a little luck of the Irish with me. This truly means I hope that I find unsuspecting men to buy me drinks all night long. I am however hoping that my beer goggles are not too thick tonight and I can weed out the ugly obnoxious men.

TO PIK OR NOT TO PIK...........

SOG and I went out and had a couple drinks at a local bar across the street from my house called GEORGE’S.
After SOG settles into her bar seat she proceeds to tell me about a run in with a black male she had on the way to the bar. He had asked for money from SOG. She describes him as dressed nicely, white tennis shoes and a jogging suit. However he had a pik sticking out of his hair.
We proceeded to have a debate as to why black men wear pics in their hair. Neither of us could come to a sensible conclusion. Finally, we were interrupted by two black men that had been sitting at the bar. They had over heard our conversation. They tried to convince us that black men wear piks in their hair so they can stand out and be noticed. We just still couldn’t get this. SOG and I made the argument that if we strolled around town with a brush stuck in our hair we would look like idiots.

What’s your opinion….To pik or Not to Pik??

A WORD FROM ALETA......

As the chowder of your CHOWDERHEAD stories I feel that my voice should be heard as well. Yes you are my fucking nanny. I personally am beginning to long for fencing to end. Because of my desperate situation in needing child care for weekday events I have had to consume so much liquor in order to pay my faithful sitter. I am the one trying to keep up with FEMALE JIM, drink after drink, I am forced to consume. Until finally I feel that the sitter has been sufficiently paid, and I am finally free to take my sweet LITTLE CHOWDERHEADS home. I crawl home and slink way into bed grateful to have had a sitter. However sad that I will feel so poor in the morning. All so that my friend FEMALEJIM can get wasted and blame me for her sad state the next day at work. My question for my friends, If you have so much time to write a whole blog about me then when the fuck do you have time to get your fucking work done? None of my many jobs allow me much time to sit at the computer and type up elaborated and sometimes false stories about anyone that I know.

As for the night and times that we spent with the neighbor if it had been for your friend CHOWDERHEAD you would not have had the wonderful experience of giving the neighbor his very own Jim bag.