I wanna trade pink hard hats and work boots for heals and skirts!

Okay so I am going to give a little insight into who I am. I know you may or may not care, but I try to keep my real life and my internet persona very separate. Of course there are a few people that know about both. This makes it a little harder for the zombies to find me and eat my brains.

I usually look like this on site! So NOT sexy! 

I have been working in construction since I was YOUNG (12)! My father owned an asphalt company and when I was too old for daycare and too young to stay home I went to work in the summers on an asphalt roller with convicts from the maximum security prison.

Yeah I know parents of the year!

When I was 15 my mom bought a drapery workroom. Which is a fancy way to say I went to work making custom draperies for doctor's wives with too much money and not enough sense. Well maybe they had sense they are married to doctors and they don't work. Ok I hate them now that I think about it.

I have worked doing a TON of things. I furnished vacation condos. I worked in fast food, which was awesome! I worked for Architects. I worked for real estate developers, which are like fancy con men. They weren't Donald Trump status they were more like the Larry Flint of real estate. I have worked for general contractors, subcontractors, and worked for myself.

The long story short I have done a lot in construction in my career, and I am now working to move into something else. To be honest I am so tired of dressing in jeans every day! I want to put on a skirt, and wear my freaking SHOES! Also when I worked for myself I went to the gym, was buff and had tons of energy. Now I am ample and sluggish and while I have a GREAT RACK! I have a spare tire to go with it!

I spend most of my time at work pretending to work, because when I do anything my boss(es) come behind me and change things. If I am lucky they tell me, but usually they just throw me under the bus and make me look like a fool.

At one point in my career I worked for an AWESOME company that paid me PLENTY to do what I was best at. When they wanted to move me halfway across the country away from my ailing daddy, I left the firm. I literally cried through the phone conversation when I resigned. I miss them so bad! The reason I left was they travel and if I wasn't going to travel I had to leave.

SO HOT! I wanna date him!

Now I live and work in an area with a lot of good ol' boys.

Imagine that guy in dockers and a polo. That is what I am dealing with here. They are all part of the penis patrol and think girls are for getting coffee.

Now I don't say this because I am bitter, even though somedays I am. I say this because I have had men say to me...

1. We don't know if a woman can do this job. 
2. We wondered if you would be able to handle the men in the field.
3. We don't think your family situation will work for us. 
4. We want employees that put the job first and family second. 

Yes people all of these are illegal statements, but in this area it is no different than "Do you want fries with that?"

So I blog about all the really fun weird crap that happens in my life. I hang out with pageant girls. I sew lots of cool and strange things, and most days I just drink myself happy like a normal person, except when I am dieting like now DAMN IT!

Hope I haven't bored you too much! I just keep sewing just keep sewing just keep sewing!