OMG Teh Cute!

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It's my niece and nephew. The niece is the chubby baby, and my nephew is OMG such a big boy!

Just in case anyone wants to see Teh Cute pictures.

Oooh, there was the night of the TX/OU football game when we were one-in-one-out packed and this guy comes to complain that we had snooty bouncers who wouldn't let him in and he was going to sue. I was trying to figure out if he actually had been thrown out (he was pretty clearly drunk) or if he'd just gotten there and no one had left so that he could go in (not that the bouncers would or should have let him, but if they did we'd never find him to kick him out and if they had already kicked him out- it's time to call the cops). I got distracted while he was talking because there was a huge pool of blood where he was standing. I would have noticed if it were there before. I tried to get him to sit down so I could see where it was coming from, and if it was from the lower half, we needed to prop that up. He thought me telling him he needed to sit down was = to saying sit down and shut up, and he kept telling me I had no right and he would sue. When I pointed out to him that there was blood and I wanted to help him he finally sat. Huge gash to the bone on his foot and ankle. Now he wants to tell me that the bouncers did it when they threw him out, which is odd because you'd think that'd be an upper body injury. He says again that he's going to sue, and that he's calling the cops right now (I have no idea why you'd call the cops to sue, but whatever)- cops show up and arrest him for public intoxication. Turns out he'd been kicked out, or had left and couldn't get back in because of the in/out rule. He thought he'd sneak in by climbing our deck, was too drunk to climb properly, slipped and sliced up his foot, at which point he decided it was eaiser to threaten to sue the hostess.

On the topic of healthier habits, I've managed to finish my liter of water before lunchtime.

In other news: I need to go to the ladies room.

Hmmmmmm

whole wheat toast:

Heather, after experiences like that, no wonder you're sensitive.

Guys like that are one of the (many) reasons I HATE "reality" TV. Scripted people are just so much more witty and less STOOPID.

I know I need to cut back on pure junk food, FWIW. And I've really gotten worse with it in the past few years than ever before--it's like I feel like I have to drink all the Dr Pepper and eat all the fast food I can now because I feel like someone is going to take them away from me.

But they're not. You're saying your sugar gets so low that it affects you emotionally, and mentally to the point where you describe your state as a mini-breakdown, and that you want to lose thirty pounds.

Then when people who've had to structure their eating to combat the same challenges are offering suggestions, your response was that you can't keep healthy food in the house because it rots, and seemed to read as if everyone was telling you to go low carb, when the responses were more along the lines of "If low carb isn't for you, limiting X and Y will still help put off the crashes."

That said, I think seeing a nutritionist is an excellent idea. Just don't get annoyed with her/him if they tell you to eat healthy food.

Anytime I hear someone complaining about service people, I almost automatically imagine what was going on on the server/hostess/bartender's side.

So do I, which is why this woman pissed me off so much. I've been in her shoes, and she was being completely unreasonable.

This morning, I went to training at a nearby library. To get to the library, I have to walk past a really good coffee place, so I made plans to pick up some wonderful, fancy coffee on the way. The training started at 8:30, so this was all good. I'm walking along, happy, passing by other, not quite as good coffee places, with thoughts of nummy coffee on my mind, only to find a sign on their door saying that their espresso machine was broken and they only had drip coffee. I was bummed, but all was not lost, as there was another coffee place on the way, not as good, but ok. But when I got there, they had just turned on their machine and it wasn't warmed up and I didn't have time to wait. I was majorly bummed, but continued to the training, planning to try a third place that I had never tried by had heard good things about on the way back to work. At this place, I did finally get coffee, but it wasn't very good. The coffee place by my work is better. I was not fated to have good coffee today, and am now bummed. Plus, the governor is throwing an employee appreciation ice cream thingy outside my work, which is great, but at least one union will be protesting cuts to the retirement system, so I don't anticipate that being much fun either. I'm ready for it to be tonight so I can be comfy at home watching Lost.

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I've been a hostess as well. we just need chairs. and no there was no waiting area.

BTW, a good nutrtionist will not make you give up dr. pepper. If they are able to convince you to drink less of it - they have done thier job. If you love white bread , they might convince you to try oatmeal bread. what a nutrtionist does is 1) learn your eating habits, 2) learn your cooking habits, 3) learn your shooping habit, 4) help you define your goals ,and 5) find out what you are willing to change to ge tthere. It is more complicated than ww. they may suggest ww for some people.

However, I am happy to share with you all that I am completely finished, forever and ever, with law school. Yay Me!!!! (of course, there is still the looming bar exam)

Woo and hoo, Stephanie!!!! From someone who's done this before, don't even think about the bar exam until after graduation. Enjoy the fact that you made it through three very grueling years in one piece. Relish the idea that you can read for pleasure. Swoon over the fact that the Blue Book may actually collect some dust. Dance a merry jig because you no longer have to carry a metric shitload of casebooks. Your first BarBri class will suffice for the first freakout.

Congratulations!

Anytime I hear someone complaining about service people, I almost automatically imagine what was going on on the server/hostess/bartender's side.

So do I, which is why this woman pissed me off so much. I've been in her shoes, and she was being completely unreasonable.

FWIW, I would have done the same thing. A little common sense was all that was needed in this case, and it sounds like the restaurant was too pretentious to have any.

Speaking of service people horror stories, I've had the generic asshole customers in the restaurant, but when the kitchen closes and we transform into a bar (with live bands most Saturday nights) it becomes surreal. I've had punches thrown at me, drinks have been tossed in my face when I've cut someone off, and I was once told--by a female--to suck her dick because I tossed her for starting a fight. In response, I laughed like a loon and said "Honey, there's a difference between a dick and c*nt. Right now, you're just in a world of shit." Then she turned around and literally bumped nose-to-chest with my ex-boyfriend's twin brother (a state trooper) who proceeded to arrest her for disorderly conduct and public drunkness. Sometimes people really do get what's coming to them.

I like diet Pepsi much more than diet Coke and more than regular Pepsi. I also like Diet Rite Orange and Cola flavors and those are the other artifical sweetner.

I like regular Coke better than any of those though. That's why I never buy a carton of Coke to take home.