candy coated rain drops?
i think i've gotten being over mad. the sadness is ebbing away, but we'll see how long the disappointment stays. i can say this: i've let go of any expectations i have of anyone. expectations only let you down. take people who they are when they are and never expect more. ever.
i cut my hair. yes, i
school is going alright. i'm staying caught up and that's good. i think the only class that will suck is american lit. all the rest seem like pretty easy a's. i'll shoot for all a's and see what happens.
work... i dunno. i guess i'm alright. i bust my ass and still only get 350 bucks every other week, but whatevs. it's a job and it's paying the bills. the important ones, anyway. i'm slowly gaining power and that's nice. my gm is always making cracks about how i'm always there, doing everyone's jobs.
i came in at 1030 to work for john, totally expecting to work until past midnight. since the day rush was slow and i've already been dabbling in it, i was back in the kitchen doing stuff. i was in the middle of making a huge bucket of ranch (2 gallons of mayonnaise, 1 gallon of sour cream, 2 gallons of buttermilk... are you barfing yet??) when mike walks out of the kitchen manager's door. he just looks at me and says, "people are going to start thinking you're the only one working here." later, since the day dishwasher walked out, i was doing the dishes. again, mike walks by and says, "hey, liz, we have some films upstairs that need threading." i looked back at him and said, "yeah, you know projection is the only thing i haven't tried yet." he laughed, shook his head, and walked off. i was dead serious. i sell tickets, make food, expodite food, run food, take orders occasionally and have once or twice hopped behind the bar to give them a hand. server, expo, cook, runner, bartender. i've even changed the marquee and cleaned up upstairs, which is maintenence. yet i still only make 7 and hour. *shrugs*
the cold weather is nice. i watered my lawn but the grass was already ebginning to have dew. i hope we have an intense winter. it'll be a nice change.
damn you photobucket!!
word.
my bro n me
my sis jan n me
my sis lisa n me (i was ill, sorry)
the babies. tyler, 5, on the left, jacob, 3 on the right
the backyard
and a real samurai sword that i had a blast with!
last but not least, me n robert