tries

I should figure out the best blog-time-management.

After waiting tables for eight continuous hours I tend

to just sit at home staring off into space or do the

opposite and run four miles followed by a bike ride to

the ocean and a swim. If I can manage either of those,

couldn't I get better at blogging regularity? I'll keep trying.

I've been wandering any old place... trying to capture

a moment or five.

Bakeries and thrift stores:

Walking into town and getting cake with my mom

(Carrot & Pineapple Cake--superb,

Chocolate Root Beer Bundt Cake--flavorful, but

unfortunately dry):

My wardrobe has been overwhelmingly patriotic lately.

And I've been trying different work* hairstyles. Mix things up.

(Good inspiration via A Cup of Jo's hair tutorials.)

*Work hair: must be pulled back and headbanded/

hankerchiefed/hatted.

likes right now/on the internet

after working, sleeping, and then working some more (and anticipating sleeping and more working again)...I have fallen into a lazy evening with internet browsing.

tidbits for further indulging

What's inside Matryoshka's brains? by Evgenia Barinova

Sketchbook Series: Kaye Blegvad

Ten Paces and Draw - Hot Diggity Dog

Odi on The Selby

Do my choices explain something? Reviewing, I'd say perhaps. It was a wild-child filled day.

But I feel good.

Happy Poppa's Day, yo.

works

Today was my first day of waitressing again. First day of my

fourth year. It's all the same while being completely different.

I used to be the young one, in a world of seasoned ladies. They

all had their island gossip. They formed alliances and let me in

on their griping and aches. Now I'm the one that's been around.

I'm one of a few to nod along to kitchen stories of "remember when..."

But it's still hot inside and customers keep asking the same questions,

making the same demands. Plus, there are staff pregnancies. Always

gotta have a pregnant person on board at The Slice of Life! (and for

such a fragrant place, I'm surprised they always manage so well...)

Perhaps a combination of the full moon and the full bellies, I developed

a ravenous craving for ice cream. And it doesn't help that the only places

(that aren't restaurants) open past six o'clock are ice cream shops.

So indulge I did. Coconut Macadamia on top, Mocha Chip on the bottom.

And in a land of vacationers, this is what a small cup looks like

(roughly a pint of ice cream). Delicious, delicious homemade ice

cream. [Ben & Bill's Chocolate Emporium]