The Lake, a Ballgame, and Fireworks, OH MY !!

My little sister (best friend for life) and I are taking the girls out to the Lake this weekend. Her daughter and mine are best friends. They are going to have fun at the "beach". There is a bunch of sand, and when the boats go by, it makes mini waves. Should be a good time.

Then my sister Tiff (another close friend - as we have a tightknit family) scored us free tickets to Rosenblatt for Saturday Night with some of the best seats in the house, and they have fireworks this weekend !! It should be good times for sure.

My good friend JC tagged me, and said we are playing this game. I will blog about it later, but like to put some good thought into this. Anyone who knows me really well knows that I love the Movie the Wizard of Oz. I actually won a million dollar bet once over a game I played called The Wizard of Oz.

I used to work for a man named Jeff E. out in California. When I was only 22 years old, I was on pace at his Domino's Pizza to make $60,000 - $70,000 that year as his first female manager. Jeff didn't believe in females in management, but I completely proved myself to him. He told me once, "Michelle, you have more balls than any man I know (including him & boy was he a smart ass). You have my complete and ultimate respect."

I will blog about the million dollar bet that I won from him later, but it will be a very long blog in installments, like a story. (Jeff never technically paid me, because I didn't have a million dollars myself to bet with him & I just wanted to go around telling people that I was a millionaire if I won, and he would be able to give me s*** for the rest of my life if I didn't. That was our deal.) I won the bet for sure, because I always bet on a sure thing, and I am really kind of smart, but hate bragging about it.

This is my funniest story of all time, and I will start posting some entertaining blogs a little installment at a time to set this story up good. I called Jeff a couple of months ago. I hadn't spoken to him in nearly 9 years. I haven't seen him in 18 years. He did a TON of partying back in the day, but I was shocked that he doesn't remember who I am. That is truly funny, because part of the deal is if I ever make a million dollars, he honestly has to pay me $1 million dollars.

I am smart, and my smart ass side really wants to make a million dollars so I can go back to him & give him some s*** big time & tell him he has to pay up. It's more of a joke than anything, because I could care less if he pays me or not.

These will be called the Wizard of Oz diaries, and I will blog about them once in awhile, but the story is so funny, that I hope when you get to the end, you will be rolling on the floor laughing your arse off.

Jaidy doesn't know this side in Mommy exists. My friend D.A. should laugh the hardest of all, because he really knew these people back in the day.

As my good friend J. M. (old supervisor at one of my old jobs) put it to me a few months ago when I talked to him & reminded him of some of the crazy s*** we did back then, "That was back in the good old days." That job has changed a lot in the past 9 years since I have been there, but I have funny stories about that job too. I should write a book about all of this stuff, but I might get sued. I'm not loaded, so what the heck - I'm going to blog about it anyway. Besides, these REAL people and real stories did actually happen.

It's so unbelievable that D.A. is probably the only one who will really believe this, but if anything the funniest things in life are honesty. D.A. was there in California when all of this stuff happened. There is a character in the story called MoFo (that is the name of a U2 song, and also a code word for our Muslim friend who is in this story.) MoFo the song is about Bono's Mom's death, but MoFo was probably also D.A.'s best friend. When we lived in California, it was the worst of times, but also the very best of times. D.A. told me this once about the town we lived in: I have counted every day that the wind has not stopped in over 100 days.

JK (you know you you are, and I gave you permission to read this stuff - your identity is safe with me, and I will never tell anyone who you are, but maybe now you can understand me a little better).

For those of you who don't know, JK is a friend & will never be anything more than that, and you don't need to know this person is. All I will tell you is that if you know who you are in this story, than so be it & I don't mean any harm to you in anyway whatsoever & if my memory is incorrect in the story, then just let me know & I will edit it to apease both of our memories.

If you don't know who someone is who may be really reading this, then don't ask. I don't break confidences. Just know if you tell me something, then I will most likely tell most of mine (not your) business to my little sister or to JK who has nothing to do with this story, but who would be curious to hear this.