I Eat Weeds

I wanted a full day to sleep in and relax. Having a job that doesn't start until 2pm at the earliest, definitely gives one ample opportunities to sleep in, however, having a mother with a three day weekend, does not.

Business has been better then I expected. My expectations are always very low if that says anything. People are still coming down to the gulf coast. I think the stress and worry from the locals have leeched into the tourists though. Translation: They aren't tipping very well. Tips have nosedived from 20% to 8-10%. Restaurants have tried to rally by offering free food and tons of "specials". I have learned that free food makes people spend even less because they think they can get away with it. They do.

I'm not exactly in a position to complain though. I'm making it.

I'm feeling the itch to pick up my camera again. I can't quite explain the feeling of being numbed to it. I'm not even explaining it right. A camera is like a holy relic.... one that you must be worthy to hold. And I haven't been. My inspiration has been overtaken by family matters, work stress, oil, a myriad of things. But I feel the tingle...

My aunt is coming at the end of the week. The yard is going to have to mowed yet again before her arrival. I decided to lay down a preemptive strike and weed eat. It took me 15 minutes. I have 3 huge mosquito bites to show for my efforts. Smacking a mosquito as it is in the process of sucking your blood thus getting a bloody smear on your skin has to be the most disgusting things ever. I can't keep the blood in my body as it is, I don't need anything sucking it out of me!

Picture of the week --->