My Last Post

I’m pleased to announce that this is the last posting on this particular site! I’m moving on from this basic website to a private website of my own. Butter Belly Babe is the new place to find my blog posts.

Cheers!

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The New Inklings

My friends, John and Chris, and I got super nerdy the other night at my favorite bar. We decided somehow to start talking about The Lord of the Rings. I assume we started talking about movies and then got to that specific series of movies. Then we segued into how the books were so different from the movies. The changes that the directors made were not all acceptable to us, nor did we view them as necessary increase the ticket sales in movie theaters.
For example, one change was removing the beloved, though oft overlooked and/or forgotten character, Tom Bombadil. I understand that his is a very slow-moving part of the book, but it would not have hurt anything to add those character-building scenes with him interacting with the four young hobbits. I can honestly say that leaving out Bombadil was detrimental to my experience of watching the movies.
Another thing we talked about was how in The Lord of the Rings they overemphasized the love story between Arwen and Aragorn. The argument entailed the logic that while it was definitely unnecessary to the furthering of the main plot, Aragorn is such well-beloved character that nobody minded the extra scenes with Liv Tyler in them. However, this is not the case for the entirely fabricated love sub-plot in The Hobbit movies between the elf warrior-girl and dwarf treasure hunter-boy. That one pissed me off. I did not enjoy The Hobbit movies in their entirety as much as I like The Lord of the Rings, probably because I always liked The Hobbit book more than The Lord of the Rings. The story is shorter and more focused. The movies just didn’t have the same vibe as the book and there were too many large, unncessary changes that were very odd choices. It was a book about adventure and treasure and friendship and NOT ROMANCE! I mean, they added an extra character simply to add a romance into the script. It was a simple little slap in the face for a purist like me. Oh well. Enough ranting.

Boyfriend’s 39th Birthday

Early Beginnings

I did my best to make my boyfriend’s birthday extra special this year because I couldn’t even remember what we did for his birthday last year. Turns out, we went to one of his favorite restaurants, House of Prime Rib with a group of our friends. This year, we got a little more activity going. First things first, I woke my butt up to move my car for street cleaning at 8 am. Then, since I was already awake and excited about his birthday, I went to the grocery store to get supplies for breakfast. And I mean breakfast! I made him what I believe was a full Irish breakfast, baked beans, eggs, bangers, bacon, Irish soda bread, orange juice and of course, Barry’s tea. I even baked a little cake, but it looked somewhat pathetic to me. I realized whilst whipping up the batter that I didn’t actually have anything to bake it in. and yes, we did just move in, but I swear that I used to have baking supplies of all sorts. Of course, I could be making that up in my mind.

While I cooked the things that needed less attention, I hung the Star Wars themed banner that still has yet to be taken down; I cleaned a little bit around the house and took out a lot of trash and recyclables. Needless to say, I was slightly relieved that he slept until noon because I didn’t realize how much I’d wanted to do. I had to lock the cat out of our bedroom to try to assure he could sleep as well as possible. She likes to get rowdy when she thinks the hoo-mans need to wake up and pay attention to her. When he finally got out of bed, I was so surprised that I spilled coffee grounds all over the kitchen floor!

He was slightly astonished when he saw the spread I made for him, but didn’t get the full effect until he put his contacts in, as he’s very blind. When he realized the banner was Star Wars themed, he got even more excited, knowing that this breakfast was a good way to start his birthday, even though he had claimed he didn’t want to make a big deal out of the occasion. I’ll skip the details of the card I gave him, but it was slightly sappy and also funny.

Skip a few hours of getting ready for the next part of the birthday celebrations.

We went to his favorite restaurant in the city, if not the world for a pre-Giant’s game dinner. Now this was only the second time I’d ever been to Kokkari Estatorio, but I had already decided that it was “no longer his favorite restaurant…it’s OUR favorite restaurant,” the first time he took me a few months ago. So I was flabbergasted that I was able to make the reservation only two weeks ahead of time and decided to snap up the time slot. We had an amazing meal, which I’ll describe at another time. We had the best server in the building; I’m sure of it. He was sassy, fun and decided for some reason that he liked me too! And even though we ordered no dessert, he brought us a free chocolate cake for d’s birthday. I thought that was very sweet, especially since at my restaurant we don’t have a complimentary birthday dessert

Let’s Go Giants!

Let’s fast forward to being at the Giant-Dodgers baseball game: it was over quickly, but the one highlight was the event of the foul ball that came our way. I was sitting on the boyfriend’s lap for a second, when all of a sudden, he practically pushes me off to try to reach for this random object flying toward us. I’m somewhat bad at watching sports when he distracts me by being super cute, so it definitely didn’t process that there was a foul ball coming toward us until it was over our heads. He claims that he could’ve caught it. Luckily, he loves me a little bit more than catching a foul ball. But he also has a story about how he dropped a full beer that he’d just bought to catch a ball, now that stories have been combined, he’s told people the last few days that he didn’t want to be the person who dropped his girlfriend to catch one. However, in my attempt to get out of the way of his efforts, I landed with my ass on one of the armrests and I now have a huge bruise in the middle of my butt cheek. And it’s painful…

The Next Day

The best part about all of this was when he told people we saw the next day that it was his best birthday since he was five years old, went to the Irish premiere of Return of the Jedi, and sat next to the actors who portrayed R2D2 and C3PO. (Did I mention he’s a huge Star Wars fan?) I feel like that’s impossible, there have to have been even more awesome birthday celebrations in those 34 years, but I’ll take the credit! I did do my utmost to make it a special one. Now I just have to start planning next years’ birthday now to be able to exceed expectations. What would you want to do if you were turning 40?

Do you know the Muffin Man?

I couldn’t think of a title for this post because I haven’t written it yet. But like they say, ya gotta start somewhere. Just get to writing and it will eventually flow…I hope. Quick shout out to the only two people who consistently read my blog posts: my Mom and Grandma Sandy! If you are also a reader, leave a comment so I know you’re real. Thanks!

As some of you know, I’m now a redhead. It’s a big change from the blonde look that has been my go-to for a couple of years now. It is not easy to put color back into your hair when it’s been bleached to hell. Juuuuust saying. my hair looks very much like an apricot right now. while i am definitely ok with it, it was not my desired result. I was going for something a little closer to Isla Fisher than a fun, unnatural pink-peach-red color…But like I said, it’s a challenge to go from very dark hair that has been bleached to a very light blonde and then put a red over it and not get a pink-toned outcome. I knew this from the start, but I’m willing to play around until I get to my intended hair color. I’m going to change topics without a segue because this one isn’t thaaaaaaaat interesting, even to me.

I’m really excited about a new development at my job: I’m going to be trained as a server! I’m not sure how official this is, as my manager loves to just come up with ideas and surprise me with them. Like when he gave me a raise to do office work in addition to hosting. I think it’s awesome that he trusts me to do things, but I don’t really care much for being thrown new tasks as if I know what I’m doing. I NEVER know what I’m doing. I only know I can learn to do anything because I’m a student at heart. Always observing and trying to learn. Anyway, I’m planning to take advantage of this new bone my boss is throwing me and I’m gonna make my way to assistant manager as soon as possible. I want to be trusted to and useful. I want Black Cat to be the sleek-est, sexiest, Michael-Bauer-can-suck-it-because-we-ARE-amazing restaurant, ever!

Hopefully, being trained as a server will also make me rich, haha. Or at least help me pay off my student loans, which being a cook never did…I also really like the idea of taking care of people, which I can do as a host, but not as much as being a server. It’s more direct during dinner service. Kind of as if I get to spoil my friends and take care of them all night and show them a great time, except, I don’t know them and I’m getting paid to take care of them. Hopefully, the kitchen will go easy on me while I learn the seat numbers all over again, and learn the ins and outs of serving. I know it’s not really that hard, as long as I don’t get lazy and comfortable. I think that really is the difference in most aspects of life. Things are usually easy to do, but becoming too comfortable  is always your downfall.

I’ve Set a Goal, Made a Plan

For the first time in a long time

I’ve set a goal! In my opinion, goals are difficult, but this one shouldn’t be too bad. I just decided, whilst perusing Pinterest, that I want to have a job by Halloween. This gives me a deadline for my goal, which makes it a plan.
I know I can do this simple goal. I’ve figured out, for the most part what I want to do, and I can do anything I set my mind to doing. I just have to find someone to hold me accountable. It’s always easier to stick with something–if you really want it–when you have a friend to remind you of your goal. All I really need, however, is to remember that unemployment funds don’t last forever and I’m halfway to six months.
I know this was a short post, but I’m tired as it’s far past my bedtime (I read Harry Potter and the Cursed Child tonight). Did anyone else read it yet?

Dogs Surround Me

All the Dogs!

I think I’m only writing for practice. Practicing my HTML skills. I’m still pretty far behind the curve on this one, but it’s not that difficult, just memorizing what to use, when/why, and how: same as every other thing in life. Apparently learning to code is important for everyone, now that our world runs on the internet, computers and smart devices (phones, tablets, etc.).

When I did my internship with KeyReads, they gave me a few PowerPoint slides on SEO and HTML but I fell off using them because I finished my internship and ultimately dropped out of Graduate School, which was a mistake, to go into cooking, which wasn’t a mistake. I don’t know what my life would have been like if I stayed in my master’s program and maybe tried to cook part-time. It got me to where I am today, regardless. I have good friends and live in a place I love because I attended 1/2 of the program to which I applied.

P.S. are you still wondering why I mentioned dogs?

I only mentioned the dogs because I really am surrounded by dogs. My mom’s business is called P.E.T. Your Dog. She does pet sits, CPR/first aid training, and doggie day care, as well as overnight boarding. So, there are always dogs at her house, which my mom’s cat isn’t too happy about. Now that my mom’s business is well established, she can be more selective when it comes to taking clients. Sometimes the cat can hang out with the dogs, not too often, but it happens occasionally.

Ultimately the fact is

If you read my comments on this blog, you see her perennially saying she’s proud of me. I’m proud of her too.

As I Sit Here, Wishing to be Weird

As I sit here, completely uninspired and desiring to be, I watch other people. I always have watched other people; I watch them, wondering if they’re inspired or even happy. I’m not happy. I’m sitting here writing what feels like prose poetry, forgetting the definition I learned in school, catching every spelling mistake and getting frustrated because I hate prose poetry. Why can’t we keep the two separate?

And I realize that I need to cut my fingernails because it is no longer satisfying, but annoying to have them hit the keys on my keyboard. Maybe if my nails were stronger, but they don’t feel strong. I don’t feel strong. I’ve been sick for the last week, and I still feel exhausted. The coffee and bagel aren’t helping my energy levels…

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I am still sitting here writing whatever this is. Whatever this is that is completely inspired by my utter lack of inspiration. My desperation nags at me. I don’t want to be writing right now. I want to read, reread The HobbitPride and Prejudice (no zombies please). I want to do something where it’s considered acceptable to do nothing but read all day, the same books I’ve read a thousand times, if I so choose. I always talked about going to culinary school while I was a cook. Well, maybe I am still a cook, but not right now, right now I’m funemployed, as I’ve called it… My little joke, euphemism for not having a job because my old employer lost interest in us.

And I remember how fun it is to have my hair “weird” colors. I miss pink and purple and I long to try “opal” and I can’t because I worry that I may actually get an in-person interview with a company who doesn’t want to hire people with “weird” hair. At least I grew out my faux hawk. Not to mention, this is San Francisco, the mecca of weird hair, weird people. WEIRDNESS. I long to be more weird, but it’s expensive to be weird. Tattoos, hair dye, piercings, unless you have awesome weird friends with talents they’re willing to freely give away. The services required to look “weird” are not cheap. Unless you wanted to look cheap as part of your weird. I don’t know. I want my hair to look artistic and cared for, not just weird.

I am still sitting here and I’m glad, knowing that my goal of forcing myself to write something down would make me write anything and would also literally make me feel better. I do. With my “normal” blonde hair, or maybe it’s bland, I don’t think so, yet. My shirt that says “but first, coffee.” Another attempt at normal I guess. If I stopped being so normal, I would be more brave. I miss being weird. When I first moved here, to San Francisco, I was more weird. I had more “muchness” to me. But I’ve been scared and become lazy too; I think that’s the problem.

I don’t know where to go to become inspired. I want people to call me to hang out and they don’t. I don’t know where to go. I want someone to guide me a little. Help me become weird again. Instead I sit in the cafe, drinking coffee. Pretending to be normal. Wishing I could play guitar. Maybe in an alternate life I learned to play and became a busker. Maybe that’s in the future.