I've been working at Chili's for a little while now. I've got the swing of it again and am feeling pretty good. It's funny when I told my Mom that I got a job there she told me I was a lot older then when I worked there before.
Jeez thanks Mom! However... she is right. When I have school and work by the end of the day I want to crawl to the couch my feet hurt so bad. Serving is hard work! But it's kind of like a forced work out for me. I definitely run around and sweat (eww, I know but it gets really hot) enough. It's like 4 hours of paid cardio. I don't remember my body aching like this when I was serving before though.
I've traded my desk job for two very physically demanding activities. Which is good. I like to be moving around. And I like to be semi active. I'm not going to go run a triathlon or anything (ha ha) but I don't like sitting around all day.
I've realized I've developed another trait this time around as a waitress. My attitude is a little...well I've got one. If someone at a table gives me an attitude, they get one back. My favorite is when I ask a table how they are doing and they tell me " hungry". Oh man! That is hilarious! I've never heard that before. I figured you were full, and that is why you are out to eat! So stupid.
But for the most part I really like my job. And I'm making better money that I every have at Chili's as well, so I'm happy with my decision to leave Macy's. At least that is one decision I can be sure about!
Recently I find myself keeping track of days. As each day of August ends, we come closer. And closer. To...drum roll please.... Fall!!!! Yay!!!! I LOVE fall. It is by far my favorite time of year. I cannot wait. In fact I'm trying to will fall here early by doing fallish type things.
I bought nail polish from the Essie Fall Collection the other day. And I had a cup of apple cider. And I brought out my fall body wash, pumpkin spice. In my mind, Sept 1st is fall time. Summer decorations come down, and fall decorations go up.
Unfortunately the weather does not seem to agree with me. Usually September is our highest electric bill, because usually it's 100000 degrees outside. *sigh*. I'm so over summer it's not even funny.
I remember as a kid loving summer. But then I grew up and reality hit. All summer means now is having to get in a 110 degree car after school/work. And lots of sweating, ick. And a super high electric bill. I admire adults who love summer. I'm not one of them.
But fall is just as good as it always was. It means cool weather, Holidays on the horizon, pumpkin pie, warm drinks, pretty colored leaves (ok not here, but in other places). To say I'm looking forward to fall is an understatement. I'm ready to make a paper chain and take of a link for each day until it gets here!
Last night Brynlee was a flower girl in a wedding. To be 100% honest I've sort of been dreading it. For selfish reasons. Jimmy was a groomsman in the wedding as well, and I knew it would require a ton of effort on my part to try to corral Brynlee into behaving. This was not a church gym wedding. This was a formal event, with a sit down dinner and everything.
It went pretty well. Brynlee made it down the aisle, and actually threw some flowers. Woo Hoo! That was really my main goal. The reception was a little rough. She does not sit still very well, or for very long. So to try to get her to sit still for a lengthy period of time was hard.
The rehearsal dinner was on Friday night and trying to get her to sit still for that was really hard, so by the time last night rolled around my patience were thin at best.
But she was so cute I could barely stand it. And then the dancing started. And she was the life of the party. At 10pm I had to literally pull her off the dance floor. Turns out she is quite the dancing queen, and stole the heart of just about everyone at the wedding. Unfortunately for me, every time I would go up to her she would run because she thought I was trying to take her home. So I did not get to dance with her as much as I hoped. Or really get any pictures of her.
Besides a few tough moments, like during the ceremony when I had to take Brynlee out because she would not be quiet and the whole audience could hear her yelling " Daddy!!!" As I'm dragging her out there it was a good experience. It might be her only chance to be a flower girl, so I'm glad we did it.
There are many days where I wonder if going to cosmetology school was a mistake. I question my abilities, my judgment and my sanity. I hope that this whole thing was not just me chasing some crazy fantasy and taking my family along for the ride. That would suck for everyone involved.
But today is not one of those days. Today, this was the right choice. I did my first major hair service on my own at my house. I did a highlight re touch with lowlights as well. I had no help, no one watching me and nothing but my own knowledge to get me through. And her hair turned out phenomenal. She is really happy with it, and I'm really happy with it. We are just happy. It's a great feeling.
I can do this. I wonder when I'll stop being surprise when something like this turns out really well. Every time I do highlights there are several times during the process when I think "disaster!". It's just really hard to visualize it all coming together for me. Until the end when it actually does come together. And then I wonder why I was freaking out so much.
So, for the 100000th time this year I got sick. Again. Between school and Brynlee I haven't got a chance.
It's been about two weeks and I feel better, but not great. My nose is still really stuff, my head is swirling and I have no energy. Yep, you probably guessed it. Sinus infection. Unfortunately for me I'm all to familiar with these beauts.
So, rather than make an appt and miss school to go to the Dr, I just decided I'd go to urgent care last night while running some errands.
I've had to go to urgent care a few times in my life. At urgent care, they take people according to how dire their situation is, not first come first serve. Which I agree with. If someone comes in with a broken leg by all means take them before me. Unless I'm in there with a broken leg too. In that case me first!
In my urgent care experiences I've gone and actually just walked right in. I've also gone and had to wait 4 hours... yes 4 hours to see the Dr. Kill me. I wasn't sure what I was going to get last night.
I waited in the waiting room for about 1 hour. During this 1 hour I just got more and more tired. I balled up and waited. And waited.
Then they called me and I sat in the little room. And waited. And waited. I'm not sure who they think they are fooling. I know what they are doing. It's like with airlines as long as they get you on the plane and leave the gate they flight is considered on time. You can wait on the runway for 3 hours.
I figured I was in for the long haul in the little examining room. So I made myself comfortable. I took of my shoes, lounged on the examining table and took a nice nap. Yes I sure did. The Dr coming in the room 1 hour later woke me up. At first I was confused and not sure where I was.
The Dr asked me if I was ok. I told her I fell asleep. She told me she was sorry for the long wait. I told her that I have a toddler at home, and being in a nice quiet Dr's office is like being on vacation. She thought that was pretty funny. Unfortunately I was not joking.
I remember when I used to have to be in my bed, in my pjs to fall asleep. Not anymore! I guess that is was being a busy Mom will do to you. Turns out I have a sinus infection. Surprise! 10 days of antibiotics and I should be like new. More importantly next time I need a nice quiet place to take a nap, I know where to
As the Olympics continue I continue to watch. It's easy to get sucked in and get excited about things such as Olympic Speed Walking...ok not that one. But other events that I wouldn't normally be interested it.
Like Marathon running. Watching a giant pack of women run all through London in rain for 26.2 miles is... interesting. To me, that looks like the 7th circle of hell. I will never understand distance running. I just don't get it. I think I'd rather stab a blunt object in my eye ball.
Running seems to be the thing, and people are really into it. I guess I'll throw that one in the pile of skinny jeans on guys and giant sunglasses craze... I'll never understand.
But maybe I can relate on some level, by reading. If there is a multi book series out there, I will read it. No matter how long, I'll read them all. I read all 9 books of the Work and the Glory series. Even though after book 5 I was pretty done with them. I kept going. Harry Potter, Twilight, Hunger Games, 50 Shades of Grey, Beautiful Creatures, Vampire Academy, Girl with a Dragon Tattoo to name a few. If there is a series, I see it as a challenge.
So that leads me to my current challenge. The Game of Thrones Series. Anyone familiar with these books knows that there are currently 5, with 2 more to be published. They are not the easiest reading. And they are loooong. And based in medieval times with all the warfare and stuff to go along with it. So sometimes I need to throw a book into the mix that is a little more up lifting. Book number 5 which I'm reading right now is over 1000 pages. Have I wanted to give up? Sure I have. Each book in this series is over 1000 pages... that is a lot of the same characters. And a lot of the same story. But I keep going. I must finish. And I love it. I love the challenge, I love finishing the book and I love getting lost in the story.
I'm guessing this is similar to how marathon runners feel sometimes. Except that reading doesn't cause me any physical pain like running does. Although my current book weighs like 15lbs it feels like and holding it up in bed can be really taxing.
Reading is my marathon. A lazy man's marathon. It's like a mind marathon. Maybe runners and I aren't from different planets after all.
So it's the Olympics. Yay! I love the Olympics. Go USA! Although this year it's a little different for me.
Does anyone else feel like they suck at life when they watch the Olympics? Or is that just me? All these people with these amazing abilities, in which they have put years and years and years into perfecting.
And then there is me. I don't think I've ever felt that passionate about anything. Ever. I can't imagine loving something that much to put all my time and effort into it.
And being able to afford to do that none the less. I don't get how these athletes survive. Who pays for them to swim laps 24/7? Ok I'm not talking about Michael Phelps, because obviously Subway pays for him. But the other athletes. The ones that come in 8th place. Do they really have that many sponsors that for 4 years they can just not work and focus all their time on one thing? Like synchronized diving? Or long jumping?
I don't get it. It's interesting to think about though.
One more thing I find interesting about the Olympics. When kids 15 years old say they've worked their whole lives for something. It gives me a tic. Your 15, you haven't even lived your life yet. That sounds like something I would have said at 15. Stupid. Ah kids.
I am a wife, mother, daughter, friend and Latter Day Saint. I love baseball, baking, reading and sunshine. I believe there is good in everyone and that assuming other wise is detrimental to our society. I hate it when my feet get dirty and when my milk gets warm. I am strange, quirky and caring. I am me.