10 things I love about serving....

1. The hours. (be there at 10:30 a.m. and I can leave at 2 p.m.)

2. The pay. (be there at 10:30 a.m. and I leave at 2 p.m. and make $100. Do the math.)

3. The managers. They are hilarious and there is a certain level of comfortableness. (Things I do not like about managers: they are sometimes not hilarious and the certain level of comfortableness can disappear in a matter of seconds. BUT lets focus on why I like them.)


4. Free food. How else do these customers expect us to describe and suggest items to them if we don't try it first. Yummm.

5. Wine tastings. How else do these customers expect us to describe and suggest wine if we don't drink it all try it first?

6. The coworkers. We are a work in progress "family". When we really need each other, we really back each other up.

7. The coworkers (part 2). We forgive each other when we become a little bit crazy/paranoid/overwhelmed when we are in the weeds. You can literally tell someone to "fuck off" and they will forget and forgive in the next hour or so. (some people do actually hold grudges though. Chill bro)

8. Crazy customers. Case and point, this evening a customer said that he is allergic to big pieces of garlic but if they are tiny tiny tiny pieces of garlic, it's fine. 0.o Another one, a server overheard a guest telling another guest how they have cut sugar and carbs out of her diet and she goes and orders a coke (not even a diet coke) and a crab cake sandwich. 0.o

9. Awesome customers. We can have a conversation about life and such and you just want to sit down with them and continue talking. (But sometimes those customers can just disappoint you when they leave a %10 tip. "But bro, we just had one of the most awesomest conversations I've ever had and I waited on you hand and foot!" Grrr.)

10. Pre-shift. The conversations during that period of time are hilarious/informative/serious/wacky. I think we've covered from "Anal bleaching" to "Parachute pants". Yes, I said parachute pants. Gross, right? O.o

Friends.

You know what I love about new friends? That its the start of something new and fresh. Well, ok, this person is not new, she has been my coworker for almost six years and we have always had this fondness for each other, well I did, don't know if she did, but we never took the time to talk about anything more than work and the things around it. But anywho, this person (let's call her Velveeta, lol)  has been turning a new page in her life and its like she's taken me along for this new journey, no questions asked, and I've gone willingly. She has had as most people would call it a spiritual awakening and it is so gosh darn refreshing. When my beautiful Julia Magoo was still here, she was my little ray of sunshine, and she was the one that gave me that unintentional push to a better attitude. I'm serious, her amazing personality is crazy contagious. Now, I'm so grateful to have someone else to talk about the positivity in life, how it is all about mind over matter, and the control one can have over their life does one wish to have it. She even tried helping me when I had that little ragina episode, she'd see me and be all "marcy its all mind over matter, mind over matter" but at that small moment I could have sworn that I almost punched her uterus and be all "its all mind over matter now for you too." Just kidding. But seriously. I cannot stress enough about how grateful that our friendship has become stronger than ever. I mean this woman has never really hung out or talked to Iovan and the first day she met him, she walked straight to him and introduced herself with the biggest hug and told him how happy she was to meet him bc she knew how much he means to me. I can almost tell that I'm never ever gonna lose contact with this woman. She's officially on my "Golden Girls" list. ....♫thank you for being a friend....travel down that road and back again...your heart is true, you're a pal and a confidante..♫ (love that show)

Side note(and totally unrelated): I've never seen a squirrel poop. Nevah.

Moving on, I've been having the most craziest of crazy dreams. I can't even explain it. Some of them are awful, and others make me want to stay in bed and make me want to shut my eyes so that I can dream so more!

P.S. I've been questioning everything and approaching everything with caution. Why not? Like, what is my purpose in my life? Why am I living in this body, with this family, in this house, working at this place?

But surely there are some stuff that you should never question. Such as, "why is nabisco trying to jam more cream filling between those chocolate cookies?" or "Why am I getting a raise?" or "Why is music one of the best things in life?" NO NO NO! Never question that last one. 

I'm too tired and I can't seem to properly form a sentence without putting an exclamation point!

GAH!

That time of the year...

People, it's that time of the year. You know, the one where you think having a donut here, a piece of pound cake there, and a little sip of hot chocolate won't do any harm because it is only adding insulation to your body since winter is coming. It's a dangerous time, don't do it. Don't give in to the temptation of over eating. I've already started and all I can say is that my "hips don't lie" a la Shakira. I've given up on runs and settled for longer hours in bed with my girls. I've given up on eating air and given in to carbs. Damn it, you can ask Iovan how I've been the past week. "Honey, I'm hungry." "Baby, I'm gonna eat that orange you have in your fridge." "BABE! I'm gonna do it! I SWEAR!" he's response "Shut up and just eat something!" .....me,"Ok."

So let me give you some tips on how to not give in to temptation

Marcy Diet Tips:

1. Look at old college pictures of yourself. (Shudder)

2. If someone asks you to take that last donut in the box, you scream out "DEVIL!" and run the other way.

3. Look at yourself in the mirror first thing in the morning, make an outline of your face with some kind of china marker and on the following day if your face is goes over that outline, slap yourself.

4. If you're really craving some sweets, chew but do not swallow.

5. Remember this phrase "a moment on your lips, a lifetime on your hips"

and last but not least

6. Stop drinking fruity alcoholic drinks, dum dum. Straight up shots is the way to go.

Ok, obviously, these are the worst diet tips ever. (except number one, that one really works wonders on me) But if you must indulge on some gushy stuff these winter, proceed with caution. I know they say "America the beautiful" but I never heard anyone say "America the Obese"

And yes, every size is beautiful, but don't you want to live longer? :( I want you to live longer.

Fuck you Diabetes, clogged arteries, and heart problems.

10 things I love about my dogs.

1. When I'm at home, the rest of my family cease to exist. (I'm adored by my girls.)
2. When I go to sleep, I will fall asleep with Duchess and wake up with Daisy. (They must take turns at night.)
3. Duchess is one of the most obedient dog. (Ok, most of the time.)
4. Daisy likes to be carried like a baby. (Will even fall asleep on your arms, even if you are sitting down in front of the computer)
5. If I don't pay attention to Duchess, she will sit in front of the tv until you do.
6. When you call Duchess' name she only moves her eyebrows. (I'm not kidding. She's that lazy)
7. When I call Daisy's name, she cocks her head from side to side. (It's the cutest)
8. They give the biggest welcomes.
9. Daisy is a cuddler.
10. Duchess is not a cuddler but I also love that. My girl is all about solidarity.

Wenches, how I love them so.

Why do people...

Sweat the small stuff? :( Like I told you earlier that I have been reading this sad blog and it's about a mother who lost her 4 year old to cancer and just seems so lost and hurt without him. It's gut wrenching, it makes you mad, it made me cry, and shit like that only makes you realize how there are people out there that are having it worse than you and you should fucking appreciate your boring day.

And because of that blog, I've been putting so much thought into death and how short of a fucking time we have. Depressing, yah, I know. And today I just got reminded how people put their energy and thoughts on the most ridiculous things. It's high school. It's unnecessary drama. It's bullshit. (Ok, I know I've been know to cause a little drama myself (ask Iovan and mama) but I've recognized it, and I'm trying my best to put the petty shit to rest.) But why can't we use our energy and thinking into something productive, like trying to find a cure for cancer, stopping world hunger, saving earth by recycling more, and stopping the cast of jersey shore from world domination.

Love Actually

So its 12:30 a.m. and I can't go to sleep. I just finished watching Love Actually and I'm in tears. There is so much love that I can barely bare it.

I'm a romantic, always have been and I always will be.

P.s. I love my Iovan so much, that sometimes I feel like my heart might just explode. He gives me the strength when I most need it and he does not know. And tonight as I watched him napped, I was thinking how life would be hell if anything happened to him. God, please watch over this man, he carries my heart.

P.p.s. Daisy has a soaking tennis ball in her mouth ( don't know why its soaked, could be drool, water, or worst pee) and she wants me to throw it around the house. Know that its now 12:39 a.m. Crazy puppy.

Just woke up and I can say without a shadow of doubt that Daisy's farts are ten times more lethal than Duchess'. What the fuck am I feeding her?

Got cut this morning and I'm watching garbage on tv. I'm allowed to bc I'm in pain. Daisy is on my lap and Duchess is looking from the sidelines, as if she is no longer my favorite. Drama queen, wonder where she gets it from but I wonder if that is how she really feels.  I hope she knows that I only take her to the park and unleash her while I only walk daisy. I hope she knows she's still extra espeshal. (And when the fuck is that skunk smell gonna come out of her head? It's been like three months already since she got sprayed by a skunk.)

Day cut too short, on my way to work. Yay...................

RAGINA!! Warning: This post is grody.

Well, I'm back again. I recently just got a little push of writing inspiration and it was probably in one of the worst ways. I've recently have been reading one of the saddest yet inspiring blog lately and for some reason it got me wanting to write so I found myself back in this little ol' place. It is almost like a second home to me. I was thinking why must people wait till something bad happens for people to start writing and pouring their soul into words in a blog when you can just write when all is well and "boring".

So here goes nothing while you jump in my crazy little brain.

All is well in the life of Marcy. Iovan and I recently added a new member to our family. Sweet little devil named Daisy. That little brat makes me happy and mad at the same time and those light brown eyes make me gaga over her. Now I have two fart machines on my bed. Hooray. -_-

Iovan and I just celebrated a very nice (FANTASTIC) anniversary. I still love that man, day and night. He's home. He bought us matching homemade bracelets and it makes my heart heart flutter just to see it on him, knowing I have one just like it. (If you are rolling your eyes or thinking that its so high school, well, nobody asked for your fucking opinion.) ;)

This morning could not have been the most perfect morning of my whole life. (p.s. it is very hard to display sarcasm online) This morning I was once again reminded I am woman. Thanks. So as I'm setting up my serving section, quietly (which is very shocking if you know me) my manager asks me what is wrong with me and I gave him a scare with my stare. (Rhymed!) And he knew from there on to stay away from me. The lunch shift starts and its when my pain was at its highest. Fuuuuck. Grabbed the closest manager and asked for a magical pill (ibuprofen) from the office. Took it but I think it was too little too late. As I get my first table, I had tunnel vision and hearing. Fuuuuck. I felt like one of those (Interview with a Vampire) new vampires where they are seething with pain as the venom reaches across your whole body. I felt like laying on the cold floor of the girls bathroom. I greet my table and ask how everyone is doing and they respond asking me as well how I'm doing. "oh you know, my uterine lining is shedding as we speak, the pain pill i just took feels like its coming back up, and I'm shaking but I'm trying my hardest not to make it obvious that I feel like I'm dying. But besides that, everything is fucking fantastic" I think I was doing a bad job of hiding it though as I could almost see a customer look at me with fear that I might just fall flat on my face. (That customer gave me almost 25% tip. Bless him.)

As I was writing all of that ^ I was thinking about the time I first got my monthly bill and my mom was at work and I had to tell my dad. MY DAD. You should have seen the look on his face when I told him.."uh uh uh uh uh....". Poor guy.

Currently I'm eating hot chips (don't tell the boyfriend). Fuck my "strict" diet. I was very good about not getting that chocolate chip muffin in the morning but I now understand the craving for junk food when you are in this little pow pow event. I don't know why, maybe its all in our head that we need to have junk food to feel better, but damn it, it does make feel better.

Got to go actually, loved being back in this little corner of mine, but I love carne en si jugo more so I got to help iovans mother make din din.

P.S. not only am I back, but so is SWEATER WEATHER!!!