Blonde Story Short

I went out with a friend last night after bartending.  He is the sweetest..and my new colourist as well. We went out to one of my favorite restaurants after I got off for a "night cap." By the way I'm totally aware that only people over 40 say that. Long story short, I was out late, which led me to needing a good sleep-in sesh. This doesn't happen often anymore. That internal clock that people always talk about (not the one that tells you that you need to have babies soon, the one that tells you to roll outta bed so you get to work on time!) has been waking me up. My body awakes a little before 7am every morning. Because of my complete confusion about the world, I usually spend about 30 seconds trying to figure out if I really do need to get up or not. Questions run through my mind like "Is it Saturday?" "Am I gonna have time to get a latte?" and "Where am I?" I got up this morning (then went back to sleep for another 4 hours) and stumble

Today I chose joy. I woke up in a rut of worry yesterday. Coincidentily I went to church and heard a sermon, more like sermonette-appropriate for our generation that can't focus on one thing for too long, on Joy vs. Happiness. Hmmm... I knew that the financial woes going through my head and upsetting my heart that morning would soon be behind me once I got to church, usually a high school auditorium does not have this power. I heard the earlier service needed what churches call "Baby Holders." This was my tentative plan (my plans are tentative 99% of the time, ya never know!) and probably would've made me even more joyous on this day...maybe next time. I must say the sleep instead was pure glory. Without giving the sermonette to those of you that are against this sorta thing, I'll simply hit some main points...Everyone recieved a peice of Trident gum on their way in. You were instructed to chew it (church kids are so obedient!) during the service. It was

Things that made for an outrageous Monday: Drinking a "chocolate milk" at work. The quotes mean that there was a dash of Baileys in it...delish. Note this was at Job #2, not the other one that involves adolescents. Two jobs on the same day. Monday especially. Twelve hours straight of work= no bueno for Sarita. Yelling "Excuse me, I'm talking right now!" to a student and him responding "Of course you are." If I wasn't so excited that we're at T-4 days til summer I may have reprimanded him. The TV (on behind me while I bartend) doesn't have a subtitles option- not one that I could find at least, being the techie that I am. How am I expected to watch the Bachelorette in these conditions!? Not being home by 9:00pm.  If everyone leaves at 8:30 I only have a half hour to scoop out the leftover ice, lock up the beer and white wine fridge and put the liquor bottles away! I went to the chiropractor today in between job 1 and 2...pure glory. I

This seems like an oddly serious post to be writing from the couch, with "My Blue Heaven" on in the background. I don't deny my love for Steve Martin and 80's films. I'm normally serving cocktails at this hour on a Sunday night but I came home a little early on account of a terrible tummy ache! Not sure if it's the flu that's going around or the cajun fries Pepe the cook gave me. Whether those babies were the cause or not...they were nonetheless a bad idea. The other option for this ache could be a case of the nerves, another meaning for "upset stomach" if you will. I'm a little upset over a few things. There are times when things go on around you (which have nothing to do with you-and by "you" I mean me) and somehow they still really get to you, to the bottom of your heart. I'm not sure if there is rhyme or reason to it, but at times that these very things which have nothing to do with your life can get you so, so upse

Remember when you went through the DARE program in fifth grade? Do images of bright T-shirts, free donuts and awkward officers flood your mind? One thing an individual can never forget about the DARE program is the phrase "Just Say NO!" We probably should never forget what the acronym stands for either but I found myself asking a nearby colleague (that also grew up in the 90's) just seconds ago...oops. For those of you that are like me and forget pieces of information that don't affect your daily life or well, affect you right NOW...it stands for Drug Awareness and Resistance Education. Don't you feel a little smarter just having read the first quarter of this 101st blog? I don't need to be reminded to say NO to drugs (usually). I could however use a reminder from time to time to say NO to other things...like people. Why is it so hard for some of us to say that tiny two-letter word? I was recently asked the following question: Would you rather have

Every other blog I follow does this whole 100TH BLOG BIRTHDAY thing... so I thought I'd jump on the bandwagon ;) Happy Birfday to me....how dee-lish does that cake look?

My aunt passed away last week. She was my mom's eldest sister, the eldest of all 6 kids actually. I got a call from my mom at 6:00 Friday morning. I definitely had not yet gotten up at that point. I had another two hours until work which meant another hour and a half (at least) until I had to roll outta bed. I ignored the first call...standard early morning move on my part. The second call meant business. My mom must have had something important to say, so I answered. She told me the news and I immediately began to cry. I wasn't close to Aunt Pat and could probably count the number of times I've seen her in the last 10 years on one hand. The tears were on behalf my mom's pain, I think. I knew that she was hurting and that most of all my precious grandma was hurting as well. This would be the second child that has gone before her. I hung up the phone, with a plan of a call back from mom with more details awaiting. I stood up and was a little more conscience. By now I wa