So as i was scarfing down some banana bread today my mother mentioned something profound.
"Why dont you go out and take a jog after eating all that crap." My jaw dropped. Why, Mother??
Would i like to go out and run on pavement when i can be fisting this "crap" inside?? But then i realized. The whole expression: Excercise after you eat. It to make sure that the guilt of chugging soda and eating cake is eliminated by take a quick 2o min. jog. Well lemme tell ya somethin that 20 min. Doesnt help. So i'll continue to scarf.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Nothin Sweet about Rather Sweet
"Unproductive." That was the frequent word that was turned in my direction. The definition of "Sleeping in untill noon, staying in your pajamas all day, and ofcourse vegging out on the couch."
The usual lathargicness (is that a word??) of my day was....well...normal.
So it was a very rare thing for me to find myself doing something that was going to be benificial.
Applying for a job. It was at a little well-known bakery on Main street that in more words or less, was the reason why ppl counted their calories. Each delicious cookie or peice of cake was about enough to slap a few pounds to your thighs. So i thought "Who wouldnt want to work at a bakery? I mean im sure they give their employees the little reject pastries they cant sell." And well being around sweets 5hrs. a day didnt sound all that bad to me. So i applied, and filled out the application with what i would call "the worst hand writing in the world." And for some unknown reason, they hired me. A fifteen year old girl who had no idea what the resturant buisness was all about. But i got the hang of it. Eventually. After working my butt off bussing tables and handling peoples spitty silverware. Running food up and down all 36 steps about a 100 times a day. And Breaking quite a few plates. I hadnt realized until then how much energy it took to please people.
Because really thats all it was about. Pleasing people, no matter how crazy the request. For instance, if the man seated at table 3 strangely wants lemon in his tuna salad, you had better put some dang lemon in his fish. And if the lady at table 9 wants another glass because she insists theres "something floating in the water." Then you have to run up stares shuffle through a big room full of dishes, run back down. All the while praying shes not getting more and more impatient. And you would think that after kissing someones butt for 2 and a half hours youd at least get a descent tip. But no, when you see that soggy one dollar bill tucked beneath the plate. You had better not throw a fit. So after 3 months of this torment, this cutting myself with the lime knife, spilling hot lasagna on myself, and carrying in spider infested rotted logs to warm the "costumers". Well after all that. I quit. But a big factor was my boss. Rebekka Rather. The stubborn, full of herself, "bow down to me im the pastry queen." miserable human being. She was the reason. All though i respected her work, thought her dog Bo was adorable, and LOVED her food. She was still not my most favorite person. And now, working at a hair salon, answering phones and checking people out. I am quite happy. I get my 7hr. HGTV fix and ofcourse when ever my split ends start taunting me, my boss Cathy chops em off for absolutely FREE. So here i am 3 days a week, chatting with the girls about the "latest" and eating a donut from the crappy coffee shop across the street. But hey! It sure beats being screamed at by a baker! :D
The usual lathargicness (is that a word??) of my day was....well...normal.
So it was a very rare thing for me to find myself doing something that was going to be benificial.
Applying for a job. It was at a little well-known bakery on Main street that in more words or less, was the reason why ppl counted their calories. Each delicious cookie or peice of cake was about enough to slap a few pounds to your thighs. So i thought "Who wouldnt want to work at a bakery? I mean im sure they give their employees the little reject pastries they cant sell." And well being around sweets 5hrs. a day didnt sound all that bad to me. So i applied, and filled out the application with what i would call "the worst hand writing in the world." And for some unknown reason, they hired me. A fifteen year old girl who had no idea what the resturant buisness was all about. But i got the hang of it. Eventually. After working my butt off bussing tables and handling peoples spitty silverware. Running food up and down all 36 steps about a 100 times a day. And Breaking quite a few plates. I hadnt realized until then how much energy it took to please people.
Because really thats all it was about. Pleasing people, no matter how crazy the request. For instance, if the man seated at table 3 strangely wants lemon in his tuna salad, you had better put some dang lemon in his fish. And if the lady at table 9 wants another glass because she insists theres "something floating in the water." Then you have to run up stares shuffle through a big room full of dishes, run back down. All the while praying shes not getting more and more impatient. And you would think that after kissing someones butt for 2 and a half hours youd at least get a descent tip. But no, when you see that soggy one dollar bill tucked beneath the plate. You had better not throw a fit. So after 3 months of this torment, this cutting myself with the lime knife, spilling hot lasagna on myself, and carrying in spider infested rotted logs to warm the "costumers". Well after all that. I quit. But a big factor was my boss. Rebekka Rather. The stubborn, full of herself, "bow down to me im the pastry queen." miserable human being. She was the reason. All though i respected her work, thought her dog Bo was adorable, and LOVED her food. She was still not my most favorite person. And now, working at a hair salon, answering phones and checking people out. I am quite happy. I get my 7hr. HGTV fix and ofcourse when ever my split ends start taunting me, my boss Cathy chops em off for absolutely FREE. So here i am 3 days a week, chatting with the girls about the "latest" and eating a donut from the crappy coffee shop across the street. But hey! It sure beats being screamed at by a baker! :D
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
My uke.
Theres this little shop on Main that sells guitars and gives music lessons and what not.
I stopped by there one day and saw a ukulele hanging on the wall. 89 dollars!! To some it was a: "Thats a pretty good deal" to me: "Thats my whole stinkin pay check for the month!!"
But somethin about it made me want it. Mabey it was how small and easily it could fit in my hands. Or mabey it was the fact that i could picture myself playing it next to some over weight hawiian. That thought struck me as hilarious so without weighing the so called "benifits vs. consequences" I bought that thing.
And well it has served me well so far. Now i already have a guitar. That peice of crap has been sitting in the corner of my room for 5 years!! I never even learned anything on it. Well except for "twinkle twinkle little star" but you cant really WOW an audience with that. So i made a promise to myself to make sure i would at least learn SOMETHING on my uke. And i did. The C,F,G, and D chord. And well with those....you can pretty much learn to play anything. If you havent heard it already, i advise you to look up the song "You and I" by Ingrid Michealson. Pure genius...and well easy to play on the uke. A huge bonus for me. Considering i dont really retain things that well. Bottom line. If your looking to learn how to play a simple and easy instrument? Look into gettin a uke. You will not be dissapointed:D
I stopped by there one day and saw a ukulele hanging on the wall. 89 dollars!! To some it was a: "Thats a pretty good deal" to me: "Thats my whole stinkin pay check for the month!!"
But somethin about it made me want it. Mabey it was how small and easily it could fit in my hands. Or mabey it was the fact that i could picture myself playing it next to some over weight hawiian. That thought struck me as hilarious so without weighing the so called "benifits vs. consequences" I bought that thing.
And well it has served me well so far. Now i already have a guitar. That peice of crap has been sitting in the corner of my room for 5 years!! I never even learned anything on it. Well except for "twinkle twinkle little star" but you cant really WOW an audience with that. So i made a promise to myself to make sure i would at least learn SOMETHING on my uke. And i did. The C,F,G, and D chord. And well with those....you can pretty much learn to play anything. If you havent heard it already, i advise you to look up the song "You and I" by Ingrid Michealson. Pure genius...and well easy to play on the uke. A huge bonus for me. Considering i dont really retain things that well. Bottom line. If your looking to learn how to play a simple and easy instrument? Look into gettin a uke. You will not be dissapointed:D
Pretty new at this
So i realized that, because im a homeschooled only child. And my butt had been imprinted into the couch for the past six months watching TV and feeling completely unproductive. I would blog about my boring, somewhat entertaining life. Because i found that pretty much everyday i come home i have a funny story to tell, and well since half the time all the ppl that i would tell either have a life or just really dont care, i would inform the random strangers that read these things. So heres to all those homeschooled only children. Enjoy!
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