Saturday, October 14, 2006
I worked in the back all weekend, and it was a hard 2 nights. We were swamped. I stayed late each night to help out. I was sad but didn't show it.
I'll get there, I just hate when people say something and don't follow through. I'm sure it was because we were so busy, but it's going to be busy all of the time now.
I'm beat. I hurt everywhere. I am so exhausted I feel like I want to cry. I'm in my computer room and my heals hurt so bad I may have to crawl into bed, or sleep on the floor right here.
Ahhhh...the joys of pursuing a dream.
I know I'm whining, and I know (and you know) that I love what I am doing. It's just that sometimes-usually Saturday nights because it's the end of my hellish week-I'm so overtired, overworked and dehydrated that I just want to curl up in a ball and cry and be taken care of.
But I will wind down. I will crash and tomorrow I will wake up and take care of myself. And I will study (because it's finals week-6 tests) and I press my uniforms and I will start all over again.
Because paying my dues now means big money later. I hope.
I made flyers advertising my "services", and I'm going to post them all over work and in town. I'm hoping that with the holidays coming people who can't cook/bake will need me.
I don't know when I'll do it, but I will find a way. Getting my name out there is important.
I don't know why I'm still typing. Probably because I'm still wound up from work.
I'm going to crash now. Recipes will be posted tomorrow...
Love you, mean it.
Drink it in, live it, love it. Close your eyes and thank God that we have days like this. And when you do it, I hope you think of me and smile.
That last part isn't mandatory. But I hope you do anyway. ;)
TMFTWY. That's 3 days in a row. It's happening. I don't know whether or not to put a happy smiley face after it or a frown smiley face. But facts is facts. And I'm sure in the long run, it will be a definite smiley face.
I may or may not be on the line today. We were extremely crazy busy last night, and I was working in the back again. Today I go in at noon so I may start with them out front-I've got my fingers crossed!
I actually rolled my eyes at my alarm clock this morning, as if it were a person who was annoying me. It made me laugh out loud.
I gotsta go now. Have an incredibly happy and fun filled day everyone!
Friday, October 13, 2006
No one washed the floors again. Because I was determined to prove a point and I did. And no man (at least in culinary school) likes a strong woman. Instead, I should shut my mouth and they would like me. Too bad I have a voice boys...too bad for you. And sadly, for me.
Randy the Rat Faced Mouse hasn't returned since I startled him when he was just about to be killed. I don't know if that is good or bad yet. Good b/c I don't have to clean up dead mouse, but bad b/c that means he's still lurking.
because of Randy, I don't sleep with my heating pad in my bed. He might climb up the chord and get into my bed. And so, I'm cold at night.
If I were you, I wouldn't either.
I'm getting worried about my walk next weekend. My heals are not getting any better, in fact, they seem worse. And a 3 mile walk isn't going to be good for them. Look in the paper next week to see if I get carted away in an ambulance because I can't move. 8( Sorry Papa, I'll still try my best.
I needed someone to do a dump run for me, so I shopped around and found 2 guys. One charges $300 the other $177. Then I called my garbage company and found out it's free if I wait until their bulk days. Go figure!
I know everyone loves it. But I don't. "Lips of An Angel" really burns my heart. Mainly because-hello?! It's the story of my personal life...well, at least with Matt and Jamie. It's too bad too, because it's catchy. PS>I'm never calling you again C-Unit. ;) JK.
Line this weekend. Let's hope Chef didn't forget...I'll be in the center of the action...or at least to the right of it. I hope that I'm not with the serial killer. He's weird. And also, when do I get to eat dinner and do things like...pee.
Have a great weekend everyone-do me a favor and get outside and drink in the fresh air for me on Saturday. All I'll be smelling is the Torte Rose, and possibly the serial killers booze ridden breath.
Thursday, October 12, 2006
We lived in different states, Sean and I, and we dating during high school. Before we could drive, we had to rely on our parents to bring us to see each other for weekends. I'd stay there one time, and he would stay with us on the next visit. Irregular, yes, and even a bit disfunctional, but when love is strong, no one, not even parents, can deny it.
This particular weekend was the coldest I can remember. It was the kind of cold that simply breathing made your nose hair freeze and it shot a pain through your head. Though we had no concrete plans, we typically spent our days driving to miscellaneous destinations because we could.
On this day, we were stranded at home.
The ice storm paralyzed my home town, shutting down virtually every store, gas station and tractor pull* there was-but because we were together, it did not matter.
Because I had 2 younger sisters, my parents allowed us to hang out in my room upstairs-something that they rarely did. We pulled my mattress off of the bed frame, moved my television and created a little cave of blankets for ourselves, keeping an opening by my windows so we could watch the snow.
I remember watching the ice crystals as they fell softly from the sky with his face tucked in my neck.
I remember warmth-warmth from the inside out-the kind that makes your skin glow, your breathing slow and your heart content. It also made his ears bright red.
I remember soft, wet kisses and nuzzles on the nose.
And laughing...there was always laughing.
Late at night, when the snow finally stopped, we ventured outside to make snow angels. The ice formed a thick barrier on the snow, making it impenetrable. Running hand and hand, we slid across the yard on our boots until we fell smoothly onto the ice.
We laid there, wrapped up in each other, looking at the clear sky, dreaming our dreams out loud, watching them drift away to the place dreams go when you're too young to live them out.
Later, we changed into our pajamas, drank hot chocolate and snuggled together under a comforter until his ears were red and my heart was content.
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
"I wish more things in life were as persistent as a gray hair."
No matter how many times I dye over them, they still manage to spring up, proclaiming their place on my crown, almost as if to say, "Accept me, for I am your future."
I pluck them quickly from my head, damning their existence, throwing them down in anger. "You can not defeat me." I say. "My will is strong too."
They return though, perfectly placed on a sundrenched morning, glowing with happiness at their very existence. They get comfortable, they reproduce, and they multiply, appearing in places like my left eyebrow, or a random arm hair.
It's a battle, you see, to find out who will prevail. Me v.s. The Gray Hair.
The outlook is not good my friends, for my persistence can not stop nature. The Gray Hair will always come back.
And so, you should all buy stock in Garnier, L'Oreal, or Revlon.
Because: I. Will. Not. Give. In.
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
2. You've been asked to make a major change to any sporting game, in order to make it more interesting. You can change anything about it, the rules, the playing surface, the makeup of the teams, whatever you want, but it can only be one change. What game are you changing, and what will the change be?
3. If you lived in the Old West, what do you think your occupation would have been?
1. I would choose Boston to Orlando. Why? Because it's not a terribly long flight (so I could get up and move around a lot) and I'd be able to experience different weather all year round. Also, both are hubs to bigger and better places, and if I felt the need to explore and travel, I'd be in the right place to start.
2. I would change the way football sounds on TV. Though I was being taught football on random occasions, I still hate the way it sounds while watching it on TV. I guess it has to do with the announcers but I would defiantly make it more exciting. Maybe getting a flamboyant gay man to announce the game would be much more entertaining. Especially if he were paired with a very macho guy. Yup. That would crack me right up.
3. I'd totally be a saloon girl. The ruffly dresses with feathers and corsets don't appeal to many, but I'd love to sit on a piano singing the day away to entertain the masses in one of those dresses.
Monday, October 09, 2006
I've jumped on the newest crave bandwagon and started drinking vitaminwater by Glaceau. For the most part, they are pretty good, though I can't say for sure they do what they say they do, they are packed with vitamins, so that can't be bad.
In my latest search for keep me awake schemes, I stocked up on the "revive" version, packed with loads of vitamin B and Potassium. Not only did the name "revive" catch my eye yesterday while shopping, but once I read their explanation, I had to try it:
It simply cracks me up.
And, don't worry. I am not relying on this to be a magic drink that solves my problems. I also stocked up on carrots and broccoli as well as strawberries and pineapple, yogurt and cheese and water. The experiment is to find out whether or not I am truly lacking in essential vitamins and minerals and whether or not that is helping the sandman take over my life.
So far: I'm still sleepy, but at least I chuckle when I drink "revive."
There was no laughter in her voice and her head gyrated as she annunciated. It was as if I personally attacked her vagina by calling her a girl.
We were talking about dating. Specifically, first dates, and whether or not men should pay for them.
I said yes.
Everyone else said no.
In my opinion, unless it's talked about or implied that the man does not have any money, then the man should pay for the first date. I think it shows that he has at least a little bit of tradition in him, and that he is a gentleman.
I was called old fashioned.
And when I spoke of the possibility of "Love at first sight" and "Destiny", they balked.
"I've gotta stay away from that shit." One male classmate said, as he laughed his hearty laugh.
"No kidding, dude. That's never happened to me." They bantered back and forth.
That's when she chimed in agreeing with the two men in regard to bill paying and the possibility of true love.
"C'mon! Are you not a girl?" I laughed, teasing her as I often do.
See above for her response.
People always chastise me for calling men, "boys". I suppose it is a little silly, being that I am 30 years old, and that all of the men I date are at least my age or older. I don't even know why I started it or when. But upon thinking about it more, I like that I refer to dateable men as boys.
Because it refers to a time when love was simple. When all love meant was that you wanted to spend time with the other person, that they gave you a funny feeling in your stomach when they brushed your hand, and when they kissed you, they made your knees weak. And, as a girl, you giggled and you blushed, and you felt pretty just because he smiled at you.
And ultimately, every woman is just a girl, asking a boy to love her.
Sunday, October 08, 2006
It was all things autumn for me today. Trimming mums, looking through the trees, buying a pumpkin, making pumpkin brulee and burning my pumpkin spice candle.
Here's a tip for making you ordinary cuppa hot tea taste more "autumny". Instead of adding regular sugar to your tea, spice it up! Mix 1/3 cup of granulated sugar with 1/4 teaspoon of ginger and use as needed to sweeten your drink. Mmmmm! (I had left over from the brulee-that's my topping)
The Pumpkin Creme Brulee was fabulous! Though I am a tiny bit disappointed with the set that I purchased (the cups are very small). The flavor was very delicate with a hint of pumpkin and spice. I think I will increase the amount of pumpkin next time to give it a stronger flavor. The consistency was a bit loose, and so I will modify the recipe a bit too, my increasing the heavy cream and leaving out the milk...creme brulee is meant to be decadent, right?
...was the only unfortunate part of my day-I had to purchase mouse traps, and I shudder to think about what I might find one random morning or when I come home from school.