For some people, the weekend is filled with parties, drinking, and one night stands.  For me, I’m lucky if I make it out of my fleece pajamas both Saturday and Sunday.  Fibromyalgia kicks my ass these days.  By the time 4:30 pm hits, I’m tired as hell from my work as I deal with stupid, lazy, and evil people all week long.  I’m beat down like a racehorse. I believe that my job is stealing my soul a little each day.

This weekend isn’t anything special.  Since my stupid side business has slowed down, I’ve been at home more on the weekends.  We took the kids out to dinner last night to Macaroni Grill for getting good grades this semester, and I came home and watched The Office and 30 Rock, then read my book, Angela’s Ashes by Frank McCourt.  My god, what a great and yet horrible book.  I finished it this morning, and unfortunately, have been talking with a horrible Irish accent ever since.  If you know me in real life, just ask me to do any accent.  I’m probably the worst person in the world when it comes to accents.

I decided to give my hubby a big surprise, and I worked on organizing and throwing out and giving away some of my shit in the basement for about four or five hours today.  When he came down the stairs (Mr. Ghetto Girl is the most anal, tidy, and organized man in America, which is a good thing) he smiled at me just like he did on our wedding day, as he was that happy I was working on clearing out my stuff.

I found all sorts of great stuff, like the cowboy hat I stole from an Australian cowboy in Cody, Wyoming about 5 1/2 years ago.  Just minutes after some minor kissing, this cowboy surpised me by stripping down to his birthday suit.  I think the hat was on my head and I just ran as fast as I could, as I’m not that type of girl.  My friend B and I had a great laugh seeing him chase us, naked, as we drove on in the night.  Good times, good times.

I found my senior class and high school tassels.  My god, who thought of those as cool colors?  Yuck.  Not that my school colors were much better.  But like I say, I grew up in the ghetto.

I also found a few pictures, still in the frames.  Here are my favorite two, one of my from the Kid Rock video shoot from Cocky

And the other of me and my friend B @ a waterfall in a rainforest in Puerto Rico.

Hell, I even found some of my autographs from famous people.  Here is my beloved Steven Tyler autograph, taken in when the band came to see Time Cop at the theatre I work at.

I had a blast unpacking every single piece of my holiday stuff and decorating my house with it.  Now my house is wonderfully scented and ablaze with flames everywhere you look.

Well, I’m off for a bath and a Jets pizza.  The boys are bitching they want dinner, so I’m off.

What’s going on for you this weekend?