"--Mac, you ever been in love? --No, I've been a bartender all my life." - My Darling Clementine

I have said many times that being an adult really stinks....

Responsibility as a whole is just much less than it is made out to be! The only upside to being in your twenties....alcohol.....and that's just sad.

Unfortunately, alcohol costs money. Even for me! My roommates are all bartenders around town, so admittedly, my costs are significantly lower than those of your average Austinite, but I have a problem there.

I have the income of your average poor college student....but the elevated, more expensive taste, of someone in my age range that has done the binge drinking thing and now actually cares what the stuff tastes like.

This is HIGHLY problematic.....for me and my VISA....

So I am sitting at home paying bills the other night, complaining about my empty bank account, when my roommate comes in and hands me a wad of cash for this months bills....

"THAT'S IT!", I yelled. "I am sick and tired of working three times more hours than you guys and bringing home less money!"

And that is when inspiration hit! Make the alcohol work for you!

So I did.....tomorrow night is my final night of a two week bartending school! I LOVE IT!!! Not only will I make more money...but now I know what is in all the drinks being ordered around me....therefor making a better drinker too!

I seriously don't know why everyone doesn't tend bar.....

Mellow Yellow

Today has made me mad from the get go.....but I refuse to even get into it....all I have been doing lately is feeling sorry for myself....even I am getting tired of it....so I am sure you guys are full to here (you can't see me right now but I put my hand up to the top of my head).

Maybe it didn't help that yesterday began and ended on such a high note.

I started my new job yesterday. It is just a typical job, doing typical stuff, but I do NOT have to work nights and weekends anymore, I do NOT get cussed out every other call, and I work in a yellow room.

I know that may not seem like much to you, but to me, it is awesome. Most offices are a lovely Institutional White, Brain numbing Beige, or (my personal favorite) Sky Blue (you were expecting another made-up paint name weren't you....well, I gotta keep you on your toes). Guys, painting the walls Sky Blue does not make me think I am outside....it just makes me wish I were outside all the more.

My new office is BRIGHT yellow, and we don't sit in cubes. We sit facing OPEN windows that lead out into a yard that little girls play in at various times of the day! It's like a room full of happiness! (Ok, so there is one little, tiny, minuscule downside.....these little girls have a pet...skunk....so sometimes the whole open window thing is a little disturbing....but I am trying to focus on the positive here! Geez.... you are so negative.)

Anyway, so I went to work for a while in my lovely yellow room, then my friend Logan called....
he had a craving for homemade burgers and fries. So he called to invite me to eat them with him.

Woo Hoo!

I do love a good burger (I know it is NOT conducive to the whole Christy Brinkley physique I am working towards....but hey it was HOMEMADE burgers and fries....give a girl a break!). But, right after I get the invite for dinner, I get a call back telling me he forgot the gas hadn't been tuned on in their house yet (they just moved into a new house this weekend). So guess what.....he still wants burgers....but can he cook them at my house?

Are you kidding me.....you want to cook me dinner and I don't even have to go anywhere? Oh heck yeah!

While he was cooking dinner, I was registering for the Spring semester.....I am signed up for 8 hours of grueling classes (Organic Chemistry, Biology II and BIO Lab), my last 3 hours of general studies (woo hoo!) (History), and those of you that can add realize that is only 11 hours. I need at least 12 hours to be considered full-time. So....what can I take to get that last hour of credit and not add another HARD class....like calculus or physics......

So I started playing around with the course catalog, seeing what I could find....first I weeded out Basket Weaving....lost art, maybe....something I am willing to pay almost $1000 a class to learn....not even close. That reasoning was also the downfall of Beginners Yiddish, Philosophy and Star Trek, and Daytime Soap Operas: Family and Social Roles.

But then, what do my wondering eyes behold......Swimming: A Water Workout! One hour a week and I get to swim! That puts me at 12 hours! Oh be still my beating heart! But wait....what is this.....Intermediate Co-ed Softball! Oh man! Which do I choose?

I DON'T! I am taking them both! Next semester, three days a week I am in a pool, and the other two days I am on a softball field! HEAVEN.....I'M IN HEAVEN.....oh yeah....plus all those science classes and stuff too!

So now I am sitting in the gym deli after swimming to let off some of the steam of today.....and Tigger just walked by....and a vampire.....and a caveman.....maybe today will be better after all!

Happy Halloween!

The one with the grown-up

Ever get tired of being an adult? I do!

I went shopping with my friend Kayla yesterday. I found a purse I fell in love with along with some great perfume. I didn't get either. I had the money, but I couldn't do it.

When the hell did that happen? When did I stop wanting to spend my "allowance" the second I it hit my pocket?

Oh yeah....right about the time I stopped having to clean my room for the money and started having to "work" for it.

There are some perks to being an adult...I just bought my first couch! It is CUTE.....and purple :)

And in honor of such an adult-like activity....I am going to do my favorite child-like activity....take an afternoon nap!

Sleep tight!

Lolita the Bunny

I work at a Law Firm doing odd jobs a few days a week. One of those jobs is to answer the phones.

Today, we got a call from one of the retired name partners. He is the cutest little old man. He is still in here a lot chatting with the attorneys and he is just a character.

When he called today, instead of asking for one of the partners, he asked me if I spoke spanish.

"Well, a little bit sir, why?"

"Well young lady, we have rabbits."

Ummmm...was that the answer? "Ok?"

"And all of our rabbits have spanish names."

Again, what does this have to do with me speaking spanish, did he need me translate for one of the rabbits?

"Ok sir, is there a problem with the rabbits?"

"Well, sugar (only a southern gentleman can get away with calling me sugar), we got a new female rabbit today and I wanted to name her Lolita."

Hiding my chuckle, "Ok sir, that sounds like a good name."

"But sweetie, I was wonderin', is that spanish?"

Well crap! I don't know....I know when you add "ita" to something in spanish it means little or it is a term of endearment...but is Lolita spanish?

"Well, sir, I'm not sure but it sure sounds like it doesn't it?"

"Yeah, that's what I thought honey. Do you think that is a good name for a rabbit?"

At this point, normally I would have just laughed in someone's face, but he sounded so serious and it was so cute!

"Sir, in my opinion, Lolita sounds a little like a lady of the evening if you catch my meaning, and since she is rabbit and they say "breed like rabbits" for a reason, I can't think of a better name for a rabbit."

Silence. Oh shit! I went too far!

Chuckle.Chuckle. "Well honey, I think that is damn near the best reason for naming a rabbit Lolita I have ever heard! Thanks!"

Oh thank GOD!!!! I thought my mouth had gotten me in trouble AGAIN!

"No problem sir, who did you need to talk to?"

"Nobody sweetie, that is what I called for. Thanks again!"

"Anytime sir, anytime!"

And THAT is how Lolita the bunny got her name!