I'm Back

So, I've been neglecting this blog & posting in my myspace blog . . . apparently I don't have the skills to keep two blogs going. That might actually be a problem if I had an audience that streched beyond friends & immediate family. They all know what's going on anyway.

But let's see . . . I've got a new job waiting tables & I'm starting to get into the flow of it regardless of the two days I had to take off because right after my mother & I finished cleaning the majority of the house, the basement flooded & in an attempt to move a table, it broke & fell onto my foot, smashing it pretty badly & landing mwe in the emergency room. They gave me muscle relaxants because somewhere in the smashing process, something was pinched & my foot keeps cramping uncontrollably.

Classes are starting in two weeks for which I am extraordinarily excited since most of my friends are from out of town & they'll be moving in on the 27th. Speaking of the 27th . . . that's the day we're getting the house appraised. Hence all the cleaning. Yet to be entirely finished. In one week, the renaissance festival starts & after the first weekend during which I'll be meeting with a friend I only get to see once a year, I'll be heading up there quite often as I always do & I expect to be accompanied at least a few of those times by friends. So boost your bosoms & join me in entertainment, overpriced souvenirs, & cheesecake on a stick.

Also, everyone who reads this, stop & bask for a moment. I noticed as I returned to dust off this charming little blog space of mine, that this will have been my 100th post here. Something of a milestone.

Interesting sound bites of the week:

in our basement are a few sets of wind chimes. Although since there's no wind in the basement, we never really here them unless we knock into them.

I hear this from the living room -

Mom: Ow!!! (wind chimes)


I got this new video game that I tried at my father's house & it's unbelievably addictive. Wii games are usually $50. At $20, I bought this new game without a second thought. Now my mother & I are both addicted & while I'm upstairs loading up a laundry bag, I hear this -

"Noooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!" in the really cheesey movie reading. When you lose, all the spheres go into the pyramid (don't ask, just go with it) & it actually takes a while, but there's nothing you can do about it. I suspect her outburst lasted for the entire duration of the presentation of her loss.

Berry Expensive

So, I've been putting money away & paying off debt owed to my mother $50 at a time (& we decided that once the debt is paid, $50 thrown into the monthly budget from me might be a big help with things) & I still had a lot of money to myself. And I didn't think I'd spend it on what I spent it on at all. Mainly? Fruit. There are fruit arrangements that you pretty much have to walk past every time you go into Superfresh & we sit there & drool over them & try not to think about it because they all cost somewhere between $20 & $30. I got one with mango slices & kiwi slices & pineapple & cantaloupe & honeydew & Strawberries & Blueberries. Yummmmmm. Then I got cornbread & a pint of blueberries to munch.

Then I got my mother & I crabs for dinner. I do work at the Crackpot. I mask my jealousy every time I bring crabs to a table. I got our cheapest at $45 a dozen. And I got the one dish that tempts me to no end every time I pick it up in the kitchen. Witness my level of sophostication. It's not the fillet mignon, not the stuffed flounder or the beautifully presented clams, no. Buffalo wings. Every time. I walk into the kitchen & the smell of the hot sauce instantly makes my mouth water.

Then I went to the farmer's market yesterday & got blackberries. Oh yes. A lovely luxury. I LOVE blackberries. But they're always so expensive. At $5 a pint, I bought 4 pints. Call me crazy, but I love them & I had money & the farmer's market was in town & every once in a while, it's nice to pretend that if I want something, I can just have it. And that's what I did for those couple of days. I got what I wanted. It was great.

I also got inserts for my sneakers. After a week of waiting tables, my feet scream when they hit the floor in the morning. So I got arch supports. I put them in my shoes, walked into the Crackpot with my server uniform on & George of all people who spent the entire last shift teasing me about the guy I waited on who called me at the restaurant & asked me out (cause he thought I was 24 & not 18) - George was the one to see me & make fun of me. Apparently I was on call & didn't have to come in. But April, upon seeing me, asked if I would host for her. So I went home, changed into 'business casual' & returned to work. I don't like to 'dress up.' So everything I wore was actually my mother's. And I had to face the heat wearing a duster to cover up the fact that the pants were too big & I had to sinch them up in the back & the shirt was too small & wouldn't tuck in in the back. Looking good is just complicated for me. And on top of that, I wore heels & not the inserts. Ow.

And when I thought I'd be restocking my wallet, tucking more away, & making another $50 payment . . . I wound up getting no money. Host = no tips. Although instead of $3.08 an hour, I got 12 something an hour. So it'll be extra when my paycheck gets to me.