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Well, Monday was my birthday and only Connie, Danielle, and Kevin remembered it. Well, of all the people who read this blog. Even Kevin's roommate, who jumped the gun last month, forgot.
I had myself a little pity party near the end of the night, after my mom called me from the bar to say "hello" and that she would be home soon. A couple hours later she showed up and cooked bratwursts and sauerkraut for dinner. Which I hate. I can't remember the last time she didn't cook whatever I wanted for dinner on my birthday.
Kevin got me comic books for my birthday, Danielle sent me an awesome purse full of loot, and Jessica got me a bag as well, all of which are greatly appreciated. It's good to have friends!
Outside of my birthday, there hasn't really been anything going on. I'm going to visit Kevin in BC next week, and when I get back I'm going to train as a checker in the store. I managed to luck out and score a big locker at work when one of my coworkers transferred to a Safeway across the state. My 13-year-old sister has been a mega-bitch and we haven't had clean dishes in almost a week because she refuses to do them. I finally got back on birth control. I shaved my legs for the first time in six months.
In the last week I've spent about $200 on much-needed new clothes. Before I was always wearing the same three or four t-shirts, one pair of ill-fitting jeans, and two bras that were uncomfortable, not the right size, and were falling apart. My $200ish got me:1) One pair of pink jeans with a matching belt;
Oh, and a pair of boxers for Kevin. It's a milestone in our relationship: the first time I've bought him underwear. I feel like I'm stepping on his mom's toes.
2) One pink skirt (which I gave to Jessica because it was too tight and I didn't realize how bad it looked until after I got it home and saw a picture of myself in it);
3) Two bras (one pink and lacy, the other lavender and cleavage-baring) that actually fit;
4) Four shirts of varying colors;
5) One bright orange hooded cardigan with a sparkly rhinestone zipper pull;
6) And a pair of silver hoop earrings with dangly blue hearts.
I have tomorrow off and am closing the fuel station on both Friday and Saturday nights, probably to work my usual 10:00 to 7:00 shift on Sunday morning. Add the fact that it's a holiday weekend, and by the time I leave next Thursday, I will be so ready to get away from here for a few days.
Don't forget to see what's new on my photo blog!
Okay, so more details and photos from the wedding last weekend.
I got all dressed up because, 1) I like having a good excuse to go all out, and 2) it was a wedding and I didn't want to look like a slob.
All prettied up.
I had called S for a ride to the reception hall, and he showed up in half a car.
Not the car I imagined riding in when I pinned my hair up.
Luckily, it was not windy enough to destroy my 'do.
There was a lot of preparing to do when I got there, as the bar was not designed for both beer and liquor, and I had limited space. I managed to make it work. After I lifted the screen on the drip tray for the beer, and discovered a lovely treat.
I'm so thankful that someone else took care of all that mold for me.
Those are all the details I can think of that weren't already included in the first post.
I'm going to see Kevin in a couple weeks, and I did a little preparation today. I went to Planned Parenthood since I haven't been on birth control for a month, and I bought an electric shaver so I could shave my legs. Kevin's been a pretty good sport about my not shaving for the last six months, so I figure he deserves a little treat. Plus, it's summer, and I want to be able to wear skin-baring outfits without looking like a hippie. I'm going to try and pick up this sexy lingerie before I head up there on the 7th.
My birthday is Monday, and I got my gift from Danielle in the mail today. She sent an awesome silver leather handbag filled with goodies like lilac perfume oil and shimmery gold mousse for my hair. And Sour Cherry Altoids Chewing Gum which is the devil. The devil, I say! I also got a card and $20 from my dad, whose job has him in El Paso, Texas right now. He sent me a video email the other day wishing me happy birthday, so I was expecting the card.
I'm not sure there's really anything else to talk about. I've been taking lots of pictures with my new camera, and being lazy about posting them in my photo blog. I'm going out tonight to a going-away party for a coworker and her husband, who was a friend of mine when I was a teenager, so maybe after I get back I will have more stories to share.
Don't forget to see what's new on my photo blog and Party In My Pants!
erynthenerd:
What do you think of Rollitos?
Oerwinde:
Don't think I've had them.
erynthenerd:
Hmm. They're Doritos. But they're rolled up.
erynthenerd:
Personally, I think they are TOO cruncy and seem a little stale.
Oerwinde:
When it comes to chips, stale does not equal crunchy.
Oerwinde:
Stale means soft.
erynthenerd:
No it doesn't.
erynthenerd:
Stale means crunchy.
erynthenerd:
But not in a good way.
Oerwinde:
Not with chips.
Oerwinde:
Stale chips are soft.
Oerwinde:
And chewy.
erynthenerd:
No they aren't.
Oerwinde:
In Canada they are.
erynthenerd:
In America they're not.
erynthenerd:
I'll bring you some stale American chips.
Oerwinde:
Ok, I'll leave out some Canadian chips.
Man. We have boring conversations. And can it be possible that food decays in different ways and at different rates in different countries?
Don't forget to see what's new on my photo blog and Party In My Pants!
So, tonight was interesting. The bar I was working behind was a portable bar on wheels, with only enough room for two kegs. I was serving beer (Budweiser and Bud Light), vodka, whiskey (R&R), wine, champagne, soda, and water. Did I mention that there was nowhere to put ice? All night long I had to keep filling up a serving bowl, draining out the water when the ice started to melt.
I had a hot, drunk waitress hanging on me for part of the night. The DJ was drinking "Brass Monkeys". I had a woman who kept making her own drinks, explaining to me her "old bartending trick".
"If someone asks for something fruity, here's what you do." She poured vodka into her glass, added some cranberry juice, orange juice, and a splash of sprite.
"And there you go!" She said. "An old bartending trick."
I'd already served four of those before she even showed up.
I had to free-pour the liquor from half-gallon bottles because the spouts didn't fit. My pants tore. My good work pants. I crouched down to pick up a broken glass and the inside seam split from my crotch to the bottom hem. Luckily that was at the end of the night. Unluckily, I have to be to work at Safeway at 10:00 in the morning and I have to repair my pants before I go to bed. It's 12:45 right now.
All in all, it wasn't bad. Everyone was pretty good about tipping, considering it was an open bar, and the groom's father added an extra $100 to the $115 in my tip jar. Too bad it will probably just go into the neighbor's fender. No, I haven't gotten that taken care of yet.
When I have a chance I'll post more details and even a few pre-party photos.
Don't forget to see what's new on my photo blog and Party In My Pants!
I am still a slacker. A very symptomatic slacker. I've been experiencing little hints and reminders of last year's attack. I will have moments where my left leg and arm are weak and feel like lead and refuse to move properly; my hands tingle at inexplicable moments; my balance has been questionable; the L'Hermitte's Sign makes appearances so fleeting that it leaves me wondering if it wasn't just my imagination; but the most prominent symptom of all is the fatigue.
I sleep 10-12 hours a night and need a nap four hours after I get out of bed. Just leaving the house for an hour exhausts me and leaves me unable to perform any considerable brain function. I get home from work and spend the rest of the evening in a vegetative state, watching TV or staring mindlessly at the computer screen, answering instant message conversations with vague "yeah"s, and "I know what you mean"s. So please do not think that I have lost interest in this blog. I just don't have the energy to put together anything worth reading.
I am bartending an old DBC customer's wedding reception tonight, and after only 7 hours of sleep I hope that it is not painfully obvious to all of their guests that I have not been behind a bar in almost a year.
Even now I'm fading, and I still need to shower, dress, and make myself up before I leave for the reception hall in two hours. Wish me luck.
Don't forget to see what's new on my photo blog and Party In My Pants!
You know how some people sing in the shower? Well, I sing in public. I dance in the shower.
Well, okay. I also sing in the shower when I need to warm up for some vocal performance. If I warm up early in the day, my vocal cords don't get as strained when I need to be at my prime for the fans, and the steamy environment helps to loosen them. Whether I'm singing in the shower or dancing, I need music.
My 5-disc changer is on top of the refrigerator, right outside the bathroom door, so if I need music, I just turn the volume up on the CD player in the kitchen and leave the bathroom door open. Of course, this is only possible if there's nobody home, so today while I was at Radio Shack I bought a shower radio/cd player. It was only $40 and can be hung from the showerhead by a nylon cord, or attached to a plastic base and placed on a shelf somewhere. I tried hanging mine on the showerhead, but we've already got a shower caddy there. There's enough room to hang the unit between the wall and the caddy, but not enough room to easily change the CD. So I put it on the base and it is now proudly displayed on the back of the toilet, giving everyone full access.
Necessary? No. Nice? Very.
Don't forget to see what's new on my photo blog and Party In My Pants!
Whenever I ask Kevin what I should do with my hair, or what I should wear when I go out, his answer is usually somewhere along the lines of, "Dunno. What do you want to do with your hair/wear out?" So when he notices that I have a bad haircut, you know that it's a bad haircut.
Before the fix.
Also before the fix.
So, I got all my hair cut off.
At first it was really traumatic, because that is not what I walked out of my hairdresser's with. I ended up with a choppy wedge cut that made me cry and immediately book an appointment with a different salon to have it fixed. It's still not what I had in mind, but I can definitely live with it, and I've actually started to like it.
Yes. Girls cry when they get a bad haircut.
Don't forget to see what's new on my photo blog and Party In My Pants!
For awhile I've been bored with how I look. When I was diagnosed with MS last year and lost my job, I didn't have the money to maintain any kind of 'look', and after being broke for too long I just lost the drive to keep myself looking nice. I would only wear makeup if I was going out somewhere, and not to the grocery store. Now that I have another job, things are a little better, but unlike when I was working as a cocktail waitress in a casino, how attractive I am no longer determines how much money I make. I keep my uniform clean, put on a little mascara, and that's good enough.
Back to being bored with how I look. It's time for a change. Normally in this sort of situation, I dye my hair pink, or get a tattoo. The new job will not allow me to have any hair color outside of the 'natural' spectrum, and I can't think of anything that I really want to have tattooed on me right now. This leaves me with either a massive wardrobe change, or change of hairstyle. I pretty much live in my sweats when I'm not at work, so hairstyle it is.
After talking it over with Kevin I decided to revisit a haircut that I had about three years ago.
My appointment is in about twelve hours, and it's funny how I'm a little bit nervous. I've had short hair before, but for some reason I'm worried that the photos I patched together will not be enough to accurately copy the style, and I will end up with the impossibly butch style I moved onto right after that first cute short haircut. I'm just being paranoid.
I know that the boys that read this really don't care what I do with my hair, but for you girls, I will be sure to put up plenty of pictures when all is said and done.
Don't forget to see what's new on my photo blog and Party In My Pants!
For those of you who don't have the common sense to figure this out on your own, please don't put sharp objects into public trash cans lined with flimsy plastic garbage bags. Nobody should ever have to spend 20 minutes standing in the rain and wind cleaning up a pile of cigarette butts, fast food wrappers, and paper cups from Starbuck's, all soaked in coffee from said paper cups, just because you thought that the gas station was the ideal place to throw away your rusty box knife.
Sincerely,
Everyone Working A Thankless Minimum Wage Job
So, in addition to a work day that reminded me just how much I will appreciate having the next two days off, I had another phone-related moment.
That payment I sent in on the 27th of last month? They still haven't gotten it. So much for my payments never taking more than 5 days to post to my account. When I called this morning they suggested that I call the 800 number on my money order stub to see if it had been cashed yet. This is a great idea, only I was using my money order stub as a bookmark last week when the wind blew my book open and the stub floated away into oblivion. They then suggested that Safeway should be able to retrieve the serial number for me.
I hung up with Sprint and called work. They assured me that they could search the computer logs and find the number, and indeed they did. However, the company that provides money orders for Safeway will not tell you over the telephone whether or not your money order has been cashed; you have to submit a written request. With a $10 processing fee. And they will respond to your query within 30 days. So much for my luck.
I'm hoping that the mail was just slowed down by the holiday weekend and my payment will post within the next couple days. If it's not credited to my account by Friday my phone will be shut off, and I will have to pay the $111 again and file the necessary paperwork to find out the fate of my first money order. If it turns out that it was lost in the mail and never redeemed, my money will be refunded. If it turns out that Sprint cashed it and did not credit my account, I will be demanding that my money not only be returned to me, but that I also be reimbursed for the time my phone was shut off due to their clerical error. Hopefully it won't come to that, but if it does, I hope I have the balls to demand that things be corrected as they should be.
Don't forget to see what's new on my photo blog and Party In My Pants!
Yes, I am a slacker. A slacker with a new camera. I've uploaded 25 or 30 pictures to Yafro but haven't gotten around to linking any in my photo blog.
I'm very, very pleased with the quality of the photos I am able to take with my new camera. I'm all about the zoom, and with the 6x optical zoom my lovely Fuji camera has, I am able to get clear, colorful close-up shots without being very near at all.
Until I get my tripod, I will probably only post pictures I've taken of other people and things. One thing my camera phone is better at is self-portraits. I just flip it shut, start the camera, and I can see the image right on the screen on the front. And there's no awkward twisting to make sure my grip on the camera allows a clear, steady shot; it just fits in my hand with a shutter release button right under my thumb. The camera phone, I mean.
What else...? I got a nasty sunburn on Monday and was beating myself up over it. I haven't been sunburned in two years, and was dreading the fade-to-tan stage since I was wearing a t-shirt and sitting in an odd position and had very interesting burn patterns on my arms. However, I need not have fretted, as I slathered some Vitamin E cream on the burn twice a day and it went away almost overnight.
Not much else is new. I've just been taking pictures like a maniac and showing off my camera to anyone who will listen, and even some who won't. I've also been running on very little sleep (6 or 7 hours a night. I need 10 or 12 to feel well-rested.) for a week or so and don't have another day off from work until Wednesday. I'm pretty exhausted. I might have to take advantage of the ADA and ask my doctor to write me a note stating that I need to not work more than four days in a row and have at least 14 hours between shifts to recuperate. I get too damned fatigued to close at 11:30, wind down for a few hours, get to sleep at 3:00, and have to be back on the clock at 11:00 the next morning. I guess part of it is my fault though, offering to work the fruit stand last weekend, and jumping at the opportunity to run a sales event in the store (that's right, the store, not the fuel station) this Saturday (a scheduled day off) hoping that I will impress them enough that they will bring me in on a more regular basis.
I will try my best to post something more substantial before the end of the weekend, but don't hate me if I don't?
Don't forget to see what's new on my photo blog and Party In My Pants!
