Weird?

I'm just posting a little one tonight. On the way home, I'm driving in Waikiki where after a certain point in the late evening, you can encounter interesting people or situations.

I'm usually stopping short when drunk dumbnuts walk in the street forgetting cars do exist and that they CAN hurt them. Sometimes, I see real drunk people trying to talking to the lamp post, or the bench, or the post office mailbox...it goes on and on.

But tonight, I did a triple take. This man was walking down the street holding a door above his head. I just thought it odd since it was 1:00 am, and where could he be going at such a time. He looked at me since I did the "did I see that right?" look enough times for him to notice me staring.

Well, that's all I got.

Good Night. Sleep Tight, don't let the bed bugs bite.

The Rambler

Sensory Overload

I had to share this.

I came home after some midnight shopping (because it's easier and faster without the baby)
It was a sorta busy day, so my body was ready for a nice hot shower to cleanse the soul and wash away the grossness of my work shift. Even though after the shower the clock read 1:45 am, I thought, um, I have a boost of energy. I will clean the kitchen and put away all the groceries I just purchased, wash Maddie's bottles, and any "other" things I might need. Here is the sensory overload part.

I had a bottle that Maddie hadn't finished apparently which her formula went from liquid to a disgusting stinky mush, at the same moment I looked over, (thinking if I don't look at me cleaning the bottle I won't smell it), to the dog corner and Mookie had pooped on his pee pad (Good Dog! but not at that moment). In the next mili-second I went to put the towel that I had wrapped around my wet hair, over my mouth to hopefully breathe in NON-dog poop, mushy stinky formula silently praying to not lose the food I'd eaten earlier. But as I put the wet hair'd towel to my face, I thought,

"didn't I wipe my butt dry with this towel?" And it became too much for me. I started to gag from the sensory overload of putrid smells that made it's way up my nostrils. This happened maybe 10 minutes ago.

Farewell, good night (or good morning, whatever)

A Clean but grossed out Rambler

Disclaimer: My butt was extremely clean but it was the thought that I had it once on my butt and now it was wrapped tightly around my nose and mouth and you can see how my tired brain went a little loco!

Good days...Bad days...

I don't know. I woke up this morning from probably one of the busiest lunches I've ever worked in an extremely long long time. This one beat my swing shift Thanksgiving 2005 where by the end of my shift a guest threatened me with her lawyer who she tried to call in New Jersey! (whatever!) He never answered!...

Back to today. Or yesterday. It started off pretty early. Early like my eyes opened accidently 3 minutes before my alarm went off. (Don't you hate that, like those 3 minutes could make or break my day) and my body wouldn't cooperate. My eyelids opened slowly one by one. I would say about 3 minutes apart. I groped for my toothbrush worrying if I didn't do that first, I might forget in my zombie like state. Got myself together and in the car by 5:40 am. Yup, that's right 5:40 am. I can hear my friend saying..."I get up early like that everyday for work So SUCK IT UP."
Pretty much during the drive I made a promise to my body I would be kind to it, if possible. Forgive the early start, I told it.

We started a breakfast that went harmlessly and swiftly.

Before I knew it, lunch had come about and the only downfall was a no-show host...mmm, common in my business as every evening is party time like it's going out of style (to be their age again ;o)
I consider myself very level-headed when we go in chaos mode and I'm usually the one to get everyone caught up or at least helping them keep their heads out of the water. But today, I needed someone to help keep my head out of the water. Despite the insane amount of guests to the small amount of staff we had to take care of them, most of them were extremely pleasant and very understanding to any EXTRA length of time they had to wait. This made it a GOOD day for me. I provided a service and they liked what they got.

Today, I was tired. But, I didn't feel like I would have that bad day. Not like the kind that makes you extremely crazy, but the kind that reminds you why you can't stand certain things, people, places, etc. Someone said the wrong thing today that reminded me why sometimes I hate my place of employment. This made it a BAD day. But I stop here because most of my friends (which are few) know my bitch and moan story. Cause we all share it, different day same you-know...

Anyway, hope you all have a good day! By the way, yesterday in the craziness of it all, I looked at the pepsi machine with such longing. I thank the chef who I told, I don't know, I really could use one to "calm" me. It's my cigarette I suppose. BUT, glad to report, I'm only on day 5 until my next day 21 cheat day. So me, myself and I DID NOT succumb to the addiction.

Tired, Tired, Rambling fool of a Rambler

My cheat day

So, I did it....I got to my 21 day cheat day and I chugged what felt like a pool full (relax, only did like the medium size from Taco Bell) of cola....

Miss A was right, it did taste damn good and with the tacos, it was like so fricking yummy. The great thing is that I don't miss it today. I know that in 21 more days from yesterday I get to have another one.

I did freak out a little and I was convinced it put back on the 11 pounds' I've lost since this thing started. My bad root canal helped it along giving me 5 of those 11 pounds due to me not eating for several days. Glad to report this morning that I was still at my 11 pound loss.

Well, I'm tired and will write more later.

A very tired (but cola-satisfied) Rambler

Goodbye to an old best friend (for now)

Goodbye, my friend....

Ahhhh, the sweet sweet taste of a good coca-cola on a hot day...maybe with some nice hot french fries and a juicy greasy hamburger with ketchup...

Do you hear my record screeching to a stop? Well, I decided to take a stand against the horrible addiction of the flavorful, delicious...wait, I mean the evil evil sinful tastes of this dreaded thirst (soul) quenching beverage.

You see, being a new mom, I either drink coffee to stay up and was up until 20 days ago, Pepsi/Coke was the other caffeinated drink to keep me going through the day. Yes, it's been as of Monday July 9, 20 (twenty) days of no coca-cola products.

I work in the restaurant which gives me immediate access to a soda machine (free of charge). It's been a challenge and some of my fellow staff members who have an IV hooked up to the soda machine told me I was crazy! Yeah, but as you look at this lovely photo of FAT BASTARD
I felt like this fat tub of lard. Minus the hairy chest of course..really! Anyway, because I am tired of only fitting in my maternity wear pants because it's the only comfortable thing, I gave up one of my biggest vice's.

I've had a long long relationship with this habit addicting carbonated drink. Warm, cold and even in a frozen concoction that is frickin fabulous with buttered popcorn at the movies....I blame some friends of mine that really got me hooked on that combination. They know who they are.

Alright, I blame no one but my fat self....First step right?

So wish me luck. Maybe just maybe this first step without the daily 2o zillion gallons of my beloved favorite makes me say ahhh everytime I drink it beverage will help in the battle of the bulge.

Just so you all know, I've also altered my eating habit. More greens never hurt anyone ;o)

So long...

Da Rambler