Terrible Things Do Happen In Three's

So today I finally did it. I was wondering when and if it would ever happen. As a matter of fact I was quite surprised that it hadn't happened yet. With only three weeks left as a waitress, I hadn't spilled anybody's drink on them, until today. Ah yes, a diet coke right on the lap. It was pretty cool because his strategically placed napkin kept the guy pretty dry. Fortunately the table was good natured and I managed to say something amusing and off I went. I kind of felt good about it. I felt like a real waitress. Dropped thing #1.

So I'm on my way to a PartyLite show and don't have much time for dinner. I ask my husband to zap a Smart One in the micro and bring it down to the office. He did very promptly and I was so thankful for such a serving husband. I heard him coming down the stairs and realized just how hungry I was. I then a heard a thud. Yes, it was my dinner at the bottom of the stairs. Dropped thing #2.

My PartyLite show was a success. Monique held an awesome show at her work with her coworkers (at the humane society). We were chatting happily and I was packing up. When my Iced Crystal Trio fell out of it's box and shattered on the floor. What the heck is an Iced Crystal Trio? Only the one piece of PartyLite product that every consultant has in their kit! And mine lay shattered on the floor! Dropped thing #3.

Was I upset about giving bad service and possible giving up a good tip? NOPE. Was I uspet about the night with an empty stomach? NO WAY. Was I upset about three little broken wine glassess? HECK YES! Are my priorities a little out of whack or what?

( I have to give a shout out to Monique who gave me the idea for this blog. )

Hot and Black

So, nothing really interesting has happened to me at work since my short stint as the hostess when an elderly gentlemen swatted me on the rear as he was leaving the restaurant, until this last Saturday night. Since I took the week off to go to Indiana to decide whether we were moving to Indiana or not, and since serving doesn't pay a whole lot and PartyLite is still taking off (it will take off, by the way), I told Molly I would take extra shifts. So I had to work last Saturday night. I got there at 5 and I was expecting it to be really busy. It was pretty slow, and I was a little relieved because everyone told me how crazy Sat. nights were. Well my first table was an older African American gentlemen, his wife, their son ( I assume) and his wife who happened to be caucasian (I'm trying to be politically correct here). They were quite friendly, joking around, etc. As their dinner drew to an end, they were having coffee and I asked the older gentlemen if he would like cream in his coffee. As you are probably guessing by now, he responded with, "No thanks. I like my coffee how I like my women, hot and black." Needless to say I was taken aback. But since the whole table threw their heads back in laughter, I joined in the ruckus. Funniest thing I've heard all summer. Ah, my night was going well. Then around 8 it picked up quite a bit, I thought the night would never end, and I didn't clock out until midnight. I did walk out with $140 in tips which will go towards our 2 cars that decided to break down the same week. Fun!!!!

Senorita Sassy Pants Goes Shopping

So I had to go clothes shopping today. I just had to. We're leaving for Indiana tomorrow. And as you know, Indiana is a little on the warm side, so I'll be in shorts and sleeveless shirts the whole time. Well, I've dropped a few pounds, as some of you know (24 lbs. to be exact! Boo-ya!!), so pretty much none of my clothes from last summer fit. Ah, the inconviences of life!!
So we're going on "vacation". I'm so excited. No Flavor, no cleaning, visitng family, eating out, doing fireworks in the front yard, seeing a different part of the country, travelling on a plane. Andy and I love to travel. This trip is different though, as you know. And though I haven't allowed Andy to blog about Indiana until we come back, I've got to blog a little bit about it.
We don't know what God has planned. It's scary, yet so exciting. I've been thinking a lot about possible moving this week. I've been thinking about all the things I'd be giving up. All the people and things that I know and love and are so comfortable and familiar to me. But in a conversation with my mom yesterday, she brought up something I hadn't really thought about. And that was what God could be wanting to give us and bless us with by moving. I don't mean a bigger house and boat on lake. (Though I have no objections to those things!)I'm talking about blessings and experiences, and taking the path that God has for us. He has a special plan for Andy and I and it may very well involve us moving. I was reminded that God doesn't plan bad and harmful experiences for us. He only wants to give us good things. He wants to see us prosper and experience joy. But He also wants us to grow closer to Him, and that may (and often does) involve some discomfort. But, the joy of knowing Him more intimately is such a great reward.
All I'm trying to say is please pray for us. We truly want to do what God wants us to do, whether that means to go, to stay, or wait on Him.
I've also thought a lot this week and since my mom's been in the hospital, about how blessed I am to have the family God gave me, for healing my mom, for the family I married into, and for the friends I have that are so much like my family. Andy and I are truly blessed.