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I have almost always been weirded out by the use of terms of endearment, but now that I'm waiting tables I keep catching myself using them. "May I refill your tea, sweetie?" "May I take this plate out of your way, hun." So far I've only caught myself saying these things to kids, but I'm worried it could get out of hand if I don't wrangle this problem stat. It's probably tied in with my waitress slightly whorish alter ego that believes if I wear eyeliner and lipstick to work I might get a couple of extra dollars. My waitress ego also believes that the makeup might just balance out the fact that I have to wear a tie and the only white oxford shirts I can find that fit me are from the husky section in the little boys department.

I've also gotten really terrible at sleeping lately. Are my granny days of early to bed, early to rise done for? I suppose I'll have plenty of time for that in 40 years or so. Until then my brain refuses to stop turning over ideas about jobs and what I should do/am doing with my life.

Wedding Crasher

Saturday the weather was absolutely gorgeous on the Coast and I wanted to spend as much time as possible outside before I had to spend my night refilling salad and breadsticks.

So, I went for my normal ralk, wog, jalk, whatever you want to call it, over the Popps Ferry Bridge and then decided to go bring my lawn chair out to the beach and do some reading.

I definitely looked like a 40 year old divorcee: Ball cap, sunglasses, running shorts, sports bra, tank top and Chacos with a bottle of water, lawn chair and my book on the sand with my feet in the water. I'm sure Jodi Picoult has already written a book about a person exactly like me. Regardless it was awesome and I don't blame you for being jealous. :)

When I set up camp I noticed that there was a white awning set up about 100 feet away from me, but it was deserted so I just figured someone got married there earlier that day or the day before. However, about 30 minutes after sitting there I noticed people bringing in flowers, etc and literally 10 minutes later about 30 or 40 people just started piling in for the wedding. I was going to move, but then I looked to my right and about 25 feet away were workers picking up tar balls so I figured I might as well just stay where I was. However, I looked to my left again and saw the photographer start snapping shots of what I thought was me. What the hell!? Then I looked to my right and saw the bride and her father processing parallel to the Gulf towards me and the awning. SHIT. At this point it was entirely too late for me to move. So I awkwardly smiled at the bride as she walked behind me, apologized and told her congratulations in which her reply was, "Thanks! You get to be in my wedding pictures!" Awesome.... And through all this I wasn't paying attention to how long I had been out there resulting in an awesome sun burn.

It seems that I can't get away from weddings. My friends are happy and in love, what can I say? Cook/Lampton nuptials down and what a blast they were! (I know that's, right!) Next in 2 and a half months comes the Malone/Lott nuptials.

Back to a little blogging

In order to work through some of my, what the hell am I doing/going to do with my life sentiments and to share some of the happenings in my life lately that I find hilarious I've decided to blog semi-regularly again.

Things I've accomplished in the past 5 months:

1. I'm a MASTA! Hey oh! I've got a fancy pink hood and another fancy piece of paper.

2. Successfully got through some icky family stuff that after 4 years finally was resolved.

3. Been rejected from every job I've applied for except for the super awesome one I have now (total at 6 jobs and still waiting to hear back from 2)

4. Got hired at the Olive Garden as a server with NO restaurant experience by just walking in with an application. Who needs those jobs that I'm actually mildly qualified for anyway? I wear a tie everyday to work. Doesn't get much more professional than that.

5. I've become a more well read lady.

6. Sang a fancy recital with Miss Jessica Nelson on the keys in Tupelo.

7. Married off one of my best friends, not that I really had much to do with this besides planning some things and having a good time and eating entirely more than I should have.

8. Made fun trips to Chattanooga and False River

9. Made a presentation on Valuing Diversity at RYLA

10. Attended 2 other weddings of good friends and got to sing at one with Walt. Bangarang.

11. Attempted to move to NYC, but thanks to crazy ass brokers trying to screw people over the mission failed.

Ok, so looking at that list makes me feel a tinie tad bit better about myself because I haven't been a complete bum since graduation, but I still feel completely directionless. Why did I go to grad school for music again? Do I still want to move to NYC and give performing a shot? Do I want to go back to school and try to figure out a different career path? No stinking idea. Until then I plan to keep applying to jobs and enjoy what I can of life.