Will She or Won't She

I'm in the mood to chop off all my hair. Yes, it's longer than I've had it in years. While it makes me feel incredibly sexy, it also makes me feel out of style. In fact, today I wore it up (which I do at work because the restaurant is always too warm) and someone told me I looked grandmotherish. Ha! Glasses, hair up, see what happens??? Even if I am old enough to be one it's funny to hear that I look like one.

So, I have an appointment tomorrow morning with a new hairdresser that is not only close to home but comes highly recommended. Sadly, she does not have time for the full fix (cut, color, etc...) but it will feel so good just to get it cut!

I never used to get so attached to my hair, in fact I used to change it often. But not anymore...guess I'll figure it out tomorrow!!!

Say What You Will

but I kinda like learning all this science, geeky stuff. Yes, 10 weeks is an absolute maddening amount of time to try to do it in, of course. But, really its cool. Our body is an amazing and wonderful thing, that still has much of it left to be discovered ~ or at least the inner workings of it. Did you know that?

I never knew I'd go to school and find my inner geek, but I have and I kind of like her.

More Spring!!!

Looks Like A Duck...

You know the old saying. If it looks like a duck, acts like a duck, walks like a duck, then it's probably a duck.

I just happened to notice today's date when I looked at my post for the day.I actually laughed aloud. In order to remain polite and respectful, I will just say that today was the day I walked down the aisle to a big, fat duck and married him.

I also divorced him and it was one of the smartest things I've ever done.

I took a huge leap of faith into the arms of someone who truly loves me and never looked back.

And, she is no duck. Lucky me.

Old Shoes

I just love this ink and paper. I have a thing for pictures of old shoes, or well loved shoes as I like to think of them. Kids shoes, work boots, dancing shoes, just love em'. These were done by artist Honor Bradbeer. You can go to her site at http://www.honorbradbeer.com/.

I Miss My Blog

I find it very therapeutic to write. I love to read as well. I have my daily blog roll I check, almost like your daily newspaper if you will.

Right now, my attention is entirely directed on my studies. Leaving very little left over for everything else. I'm tired, not sleeping (falling asleep around 3:30 am or so and sleeping until 9am does not constitute good sleep for me) especially when I have landed in bed at 8:30pm and was tired. Yes I might fall asleep, but good luck staying there. Ah, yes I'm gripping.

But, I do miss blogging. Tremendously. I miss taking photos to post here, I just may have to carve out an hour tomorrow to "play."

Otherwise, I may have to go in search of my sanity.

A-S-S-U-M-E

We all remember the famous explantion from the Bad New Bears, about what happens when we assume, right?

Had a customer yesterday who INSISTED his i-phone was on the table, and then it wasn't. Okay, so I have a wicked visual memory and trust me when I tell you it WAS NOT on his plate that I cleared. Or on that table anywhere else, after they got up and left. If it had been, standard policy, grab it and run like hell to the parking lot to get it back to the patron, espically since I knew they were visiting from Raleigh.

But, noooooooooooooo, he insisted it was on the table. Gloves went on, trash digging, in the grossest most gag me kitchen trash ensued. Gag, gag, gag...even though I knew it was not there, Mrs. Owner insisted. Looked in the bar trash. Piece by piece. He is walking around, calling it with Mrs. Insists phone. Nothing, it's on vibrate.

Manager who removed glasses, and wiped the table down also insisted it was NOT the table. He is starting to question...if someone could have "taken" it.

Can you see where my mind is heading, quickly towards pissed off and get the fuck out of here. No one on our staff would take it. Period.

Twenty minutes later, we are still trash sorting...can ya guess where it was? Did I get an, "Oh, I'm sorry I got so panicked, I don't have it insured????" or a "Sorry, I'm just far away from home?"

Nope. So in this case, the ass didn't assume, but he insisted. It was in one of his pockets.

Do you think adults get shaken baby syndrome? I would have loved to test the theory.

The Sciences Have Over Taken My Life, AGAIN!

This is the 3rd quarter of science in a row for me. Micro Biology, Anatomy, now Physiology. Truly I feel like I have no spare time.

There are so many directions you have to hit this information from, just to make sure you have somewhat of a grasp on it, it truly leaves little time for anything else. Like the Chapter I'm in now, nerves, sensory neurons, how they process information (down to the nitty gritty). It's not bad stuff, it's just 40 some pages of it. It's not like reading 40 pages of Nora Roberts, trust me. It's reading, re-reading, high lighting answering the questions during the chapter, at the end of the chapter, checking your notes you took in class against the reading, doing the on-line practice quizzes, crossword puzzles, etc... I mean baby, it's a whole lotta learning. And the thing it requires most - you guessed it, time. (Oh, and concentration helps.)

So, while I feel like I've neglected the house, the pets, myself, April, my family, my blog, just know at least I am aware of it. Summer's coming....will it be soon enough???

JayCee ~ One Year Today

Trend Warning

For those of you who write a blog I'm sure you will understand exactly what I am talking about, for those of you who read my blog - I'm sure this has been quite oblivious for some time, I have not been too happy as of late. Which, for those of you who know me, hopefully think (as I do) that this is not the norm for me.

I generally view myself as optimistic, up-beat, easy to be around, and generally mostly happy. Sensitive yes, but moody no.

I was going through all my old blog posts tonight looking for a blog I had lost track of when my last lap top kicked the bucket. I just love reading it, Lorrane is an 80 something year old Grandmother living in Yakima, Washington. She tells of growing up on a farm and of times that are so different from today, her blog is refreshing to me. She also speaks of growing older, and I think she is quite funny. Anyways, I looked on blogspot and couldn't find it, googled it, couldn't find it so finally I decided to go through all my old posts, because I know she left me a comment on one of my posts. Needless to say, I found her blog.

http://petpeevesandotherrantings.blogspot.com/ Here is her blog, if you are so inclined.

But, sadly I noticed the TREND I have been living in and it is not good. My attitude is in the toilet. My health is not so great. My outlook rather poopie. Overall, what I see by my blog is I need to consider some overhauling of things to help me feel better. I think I must be at that point of surrender, because instead of staying up worrying about it all I want to do is sleep and when I am awake I have to admit, I have been either quite grumpy or just out-of-it. Neither state do I want to continue to embrace. I risk loosing too much, not to mention my own self respect.

I know certain things that work for me. Now, I have to make a plan/schedule/goals to get them into place and get going. I want to be the old, new improved me again, because truly way down deep life is better than it's been in a very long time.

Out-Of-Sorts

Do you ever go through a time when you just don't feel like yourself? Yeah, you don't feel like yourself but you don't know who you do feel like? Well, that is where I am right now. I don't know if its because my break from class was just toooooooooooo short, or I am tired (perpetually, it seems), or my plate is full.

Truly, I feel like I shouldn't be feeling this way but I do! I am not working that much (feel as if I need to work more) and school is not that hard (yes there is tons of reading required, but what else is new).

I just don't get it. It's not PMS (past that already). I feel like I need to check into the coma motel and just go under for a bit. Total relaxation, total sleep, and nothing, absolutely nothing to think about.

Call me strange, but today that sounds like the nicest vacation ever.

What do you call this???

How is it that the people who ask for the most of you while dining at one of your tables, ALWAYS, and I repeat, ALWAYS tip the least.

It happens every, stinkin' time, I tell you. It's some weird universal waitressing law out there and shit howdy, would I like to see it end!

I haven't been working evenings much lately. Tonight I realized, I kinda don't mind. I forget that they are not our regulars, do not know the menu, do not know me, etc...Oh, and while you are taking 10 minutes to place your order because the 10 of you just can't make up your mind but don't want me to walk away ~ please know I HAVE 7 OTHER TABLES TO WAIT ON, ahem! Dear God, it's a burger and fish and chips joint, how hard can it be??? Hard, so very, very hard, I get it, but really?!

I know I sound bitter, but I'm not. It just makes me shake my head and say to myself, "Stay in school. Stay in school. Stay in school."