Is it Sunday yet?

So we're both sick now. Drinking fluids and trying to get pity parties at work. Our fingers are crossed that we'll be better by Sunday so we can enjoy the haunted hay ride which we're going to no matter what! I'm tired of blogging about Biggest loser and Little Joey (no offense little joey). We've decided to treat ourselves and we're trying to plan a trip to Ptown for Halloween. We're very excited but still havn't booked anything because we have to see if our requests for work went through. Yesterday was my day off but I recieved a phone call around four o clock from Ian, my manager, asking me to come in since they didn't realize they were understaffed. They made the schedule with Wenderson on it and then fired him. How on Earth did they not realize they would have one less person every day he was supposed to work? I noticed right away and figured they had to have known but didn't care. So I ironed my shirt quick and rushed to work. Bye-bye day of rest. I can't wait to find out what I made. When I tell you you're gonna laugh. A hundred bucks means an awesome night and last night was not particulary awesome. Me and my silly ideas with this restaurant. My next day off is Sunday now. I'm hoping they feel overstaffed tonight with four backwaiters and one training back waiter and they send me home since I was supposed to be off last night. When Rach and I finally eat there next month this will all be worth it. If we order the nine course tasting, they'll totally send us a bunch of extra courses and give us special treatment. I hear all the time with tastings that its "the best food we've ever had". Man, I can't wait. -lj

A Bahston Shinah!

False Alarm! Joey is Okay! The morsels are gone. But turning our attention toward another mystery that I somehow forgot to tell you about... I woke up Monday morning to a very peculiar thing. Well, Iactually didn't wake up to it. We woke up normal and shared a pot of coffee while watching TV on the couch, as we do every morning. Nothing out of the ordinary so far. We decided to go for a run around the lake and I got up to change into my running clothes. As I pulled my sweatshirt over my head Rachel squinted at me and asked me what was wrong with my face. "What did you do? What is that?" I figured a fuzz was stuck to my face and I glided my hand across my cheeks, chin and forehead. Her squint remained. "You have a black eye". A black eye? My thoughts immediatly brought up the memory of the pepto bismol turned black tongue in Denver. Why must these weirdo things always happen to me? I didn't hit my eye or anything, did I? I walked into the bathroom to inspect this supposed "black eye". Surely it was a mistake. A smudge of dirt smeared in just the right spot to make it look like I was punched in the face. I looked into the mirror to find million dollar baby staring back at me. I don't sleep well so its common for me, especially without a tan, to have dark circles under my eyes, but this was different. I hadn't drank the night before, I didn't trip into anything, yet there it was. I had a bit of a shiner going on and I have no idea how it got there. WebMD to the rescue says maybe its sinuses. I finally realized there's a bit of a sore spot by my cheekbone, maybe I hit it in my sleep. Bottom line is I have a black eye and have no explanation for it. My coworker, Courtney, suggests that Little Joey is angry at me for trying to catch him and so he beats me while I sleep. Crazy enough, its the best explanation I can think of. -lj

Little Joey?

Alright people,we have an issue over here. While Rach and I were walking down the driveway today to head to the lake we noticed a dead mouse that had been ran over by a car. Now, it hasn't been confirmed that its Joey,but I'm sorry to say we fear the worst. We've set morsels in the usual spot for our little friend and will leave them there with high hopes while we're at work. Please send positive thoughts that the morsels are gone when we return. We'd sure miss our little friend. -lj

trick or treat

Trying to think of a good halloween costume can be so stressful. I told Rachel I wanted to be an American Eagle model and that I had to go shopping for a costume. She didn't quite go for it. Any ideas? -lj

tell me something funny

Rach and I are sitting in the living room watching "The Biggest Loser". One of the women on the show has just been given the privilage of choosing which contestant goes on which of two teams. There are currently 13 contestants. She must choose 6 people for the blue team and 6 people for the black team. The remaining person stays off a team for now and recieves immunity for the week. She is allowed to choose herself if she wishes. In one of those one on one confession/discussions with one of the contestants (i'm assuming its wrong to call them losers?) one of the guys say "Who wouldn't want immunity? Nothing is more important than immunity." Rachel then sits up and proceeds to yell angerly at the television. "Yes there is dude!" She seemed genuinly disappointed at the mans priorities. "It's called weightloss! Weightloss!" Not sure if this story is funny to read, but it sure was funny when it happened....................................................................................... another quick funny thing... I looked up side effects from ambien earlier. The list of rare but serious side effects was huge ranging from spasm of the esophugus to rectal hemmoraging. All sounding like serious serious stuff. The last rare side effect however...was yawning. Yawning. Had a good laugh over that too. -lj

all books end in tragedy

Ifinished my book today! I was reading East is East by my favorite fictional author, T.C Boyle. This is the fourth and a half book I've read of his (my last book was accidentally thrown out half way through) and yet each time I'm shocked when it ends tragically. You'd think I'd see it coming by now. Tuesdays with Morrie has been patiently awaiting my attention on the bookshelf and I'm excited for the things it will perhaps teach me. I'll try to keep you updated on how I'm finding the highly recommended piece. Finishing books always carries contradicting sensations. On one hand, you absolutely can't wait to find out how everything pans out in the end so you blast through the last twenty pages like Anna Nicole Smith in the reading of said spouses' last will and testament. On the other hand, once you turn that last page you have to mourn the loss of all those characters you've grown obssessed with since the first chapter. My favorite part of TC Boyle's writing his master over characterization and I always find myself pretty upset that his characters will no longer be apart of my life after I'm finished with the book. Poor Rachel is sick and I was lucky enough to get cut from work today so we could actually have a night off together. So far we've been sitting on the couch reading for an hour because I needed to blast through those last twenty pages. We went grocery shopping today. Have I told you that grocery shopping is one of our favorite things to do? Does that make us big girls? We have Sunday night off together and we hope she's feeling better so we can go on a haunted hay ride, which I'm totally psyched about. Whats more fun than pretending you're totally not scared infront of a pretty girl? The answer is pretending your totally not scared infront of a pretty girl when she's completely terrified. I hope she feels better. -lj

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So the good news is that I told my job I was leaving at the end of Novemeber and they were totally cool about it. The bad news is that because I felt bad that I couldn't work Christmas eve or News Years even I offered to work Thanksgiving. You have to work two of the three holidays and I obviously won't be here for two of them. I insisted Rachel fly to Buffalo for Turkey Day since I'll be at work. I hate missing holidays with my family. Imiss them enough on a daily basis let alone missing them on a day thats about being with your family. And I'm working Thanksgiving and the two days after that so its not even like a can spend a little time there. We will probably stop there for a night or two on our way to Florida though. We're so pumped about Florida and the road trip to get there. We're gonna really stretch this trip out since we know people all along the coast that we can stay with. For now we must work to enjoy Boston. I think I've told myself so many times by now I don't like it that I started to really believe it, but its not so bad. I've started going on walks along the Charles River and I think its probably my favorite thing to do here. Rach's parents have book they're trip and are coming to visit us in about two weeks which is ALWAYS a good time. The weather today is beauitiful so we're going to go running and get some errands done as well. Little Joey is still at large and I havn't done a morsel test in a while to see if he's still around. I think I'll do that today while we're out. Enjoy the day everyone! -lj

go back to sleep little buggy

So when I got up this morning I came over to the computer and checked my email. There was an email in my inbox from Massify.com, a website actors and people in the industry put up profiles of themselves. I haven't thought about mine in months and months and practically forgot I had it. This email was from someone I don't know working on a movie that I know nothing about but she thinks I'd be "excellent for the role". I hate it when these kind of things happen. I'm totally happy doing what I'm doing and am almost comfortable telling myself I can send out headshots once in a while while I am in nurshing school (isn't repeating words weird?) and if something happens, it happens. But when you get emails like that, that little surge of excitement is just a reminder that there's a big part of you that has to lay dormant right now in order to accomplish something else you want to do. The audition was in New York and it was yesterday anyway, but I'm annoyed that the e-mail stirred up that little acting bug in me that I try to keep still. One day I'll go to another audition and it gives me something in the future to look forward to. I like playing adventurer for now. -lj

Celery

I just recieved an email from my mother telling me thats its been seventeen days since my last blog posting. I haven't gone back to look at the blog to confirm this information, but if this is true, I must say that I'm truly disappointed in myself. I'm disappointed at how much I've let this stupid little robbery affect my life and relationship. Well no more of that. It's time to move on. I'm still going to check three times that everything is locked before I leave the house but I have to drop this "why me" attitude I've been holding onto. They're not coming back. And if they did, they would find all the windows locked anyway and would have to move on to the next house full of trusting adventurers. I'm also done feeling sorry for myself that I make no money at my job. (And I mean half the money I'm used to). I'm the one choosing to stay there and I don't have to stay there forever. I finally got a chance to go home this weekend. Rachel went into the city one of the days and I had the day to hang out with my parents and go for a drive by myself. I took my favorite route around an area sort of by my house. It's through the woods around a lake and it was a perfect day with perfectly colored leaves. I got out of the car for a while to sit next to the lake with my back against a tree and read my book. Aside from the ant I found crawling up my sleeve, it was a very grounding day. It let me breathe and remember who I was and what I wanted. I feel much better. Rach and had a very rough two weeks and re-evaluated our relationship. After crying our eyes out at the thought of no longer critisizing restaunts and driving across the country together, we shook off the crazy idea and our relationship is now better because of it. The adventure shall continue as will Team Bubbles (what we call ourselves). So...updates on the adventure. We have a pet mouse. His name is Joey...like me. I refuse to kill him even though there are a million reasons to. I won't do it. Don't try to change my mind. I'll catch him if I can and let him free outside where I'm sure he'll just scurry back in. I've never actually seen Joey. I hear him and have left him tiny morsels in hopes of catching a glimpse. I then get bored, forget about watching the morsel and come back to find it gone. You're welcome little Joey. Rachel sees him all the time. It's a big joke that he is a figment of Rachel's imagination. A PTSD response to the robbery...she's manifested a tiny mouse friend so she never feels alone while I'm a work. If it weren't for the missing morsels and squeeks, I would actually consider this a possibility. Nevertheless, its still a fun joke we have. We went running for the first time yesterday since the robbery. It was the quintessential fall day and I ran my best time yet around the lake determined to come out of my mini depression better and stronger. Today, Rach and I rode our bikes to the Franklin Zoo where we realized how much we love cheetahs and discussed how we felt rude while staring at the gorillas. We also discovered that we can each jump six feet forward in a single bound (kangaroos can jump like thirty or something). I almost fell when I landed my jump so its safe to say Rach can jump perhaps a inch further than me. Little known fact about Rachel... she'd make a great predator. She ALWAYS spots the animals in the cages or tanks before I do. If I was an animal that had to hunt I would die in about a week swearing up and down that there just weren't any other animals in the jungle to eat. We also have a food love affair we haven't told you about. There's a sandwich shop down the street called "The Real Deal" and it is VERY difficult everyday at lunch time not to just go try one of the thirty something sandwiches they have. So far we've tried six of them and all were unbelievable. My favorite is the Cuban. We're pretty obssessed but we just went grocery shopping and probably won't be going there until the groceries are gone. Funny story quick...last night at Clio this ridiculous woman was at a table of six. Their bottle of wine had just been opened and she had basically decided she was the one who would be smelling and tasting the wine. The woman that was sitting next to her was four months pregnant and was not drinking. The ridiculous woman noses the wine immediatly after its poured. "Oh this is nice!" Eyes wide with excitment and brain void of any information that would justify her judgement of wine. She finally swirls the wine once around the glass (must have seen that in a movie) and smells again. Eyes grow even wider. "Oh my god! Smell that! That's fantastic!" She hands it to the pregnant lady to smell. The pregnant lady. Because she has "bionic" pregnant senses that will allow her to smell all the secrets of this wine. The pregnant lady says something about the wine I couldn't hear and gets the ridiculous lady all excited. Ridiculous lady smells the wine again and lights up. "It smells like celery! Oh my god! Celery! Can you believe that! Oh how weird, smell this! It does! It smells like celery! Oh this is amazing!" The pregant lady looks at her and corrects ms. ridiculous about what she said. This I couldn't hear either but Ms. R took a moment to pause as she processes what her friend said. "Oh soury! It smells soury? Oh... she smells it once last time and then proceeds to shove it in everyones nose that is within reach at her table. "It does kind of smell like celery though." Idiot. -lj

rach, where did you put your computer?

I don't even know what to tell you. I'm afraid my "all is well" attitude and witty charm went out the kitchen window along with our computer, i pod and cash. Not to mention our sense of safety, comfort and any love for Boston that we may have acquired our first week in this rain cloud of a city. Now I know what you're thinking. 'You girls have been through so much and everything has worked out! You can't let this get you down! Chin up and look to the future!' Well, my caramel coated candy stripe, let me say this to you... shut..the hell...up. We are the one's since our break in happened that have been stepping in shit because we keep walking with our chins up. Plenty of unblogged events have happened since the moment of our break-in and I don't know if its the lack of happy background music in our lives (our i pod was taken) but our luck has certainly yet to turn its pretty little self around. We haven't given each other this many pep talks since our first "Business of Acting" class in college when we were told we were basically doomed to fail unless we agreed to sell our souls. Every other hour is spent reminding the other one why we have to stay here until the agreed move out date in Novemeber. After an hour of weary peace goes by, we then switch and its the other ones turn to review the reasons we can't just walk away. It's an exhuasting cycle and neither of us can kick the fact that really just want to leave. Yes, we liked Boston in the beginning. Who wouldn't like exploring a fun new place while not having to work? Now Rach has her job, granted a good one, and I have my "internship". I call it my internship because I make awful money but stick with it as it is a significant resume builder. We've actually seriously talked about living in Monroe for the next month and half before going to Florida. Possibly even commuting, by train, everyday from Monroe to the city. The safety of running home to family seems so irressistable. However, we must remember that unfortunatly, we are adults and we have made a commitment. We can't use this robbery as an excuse to leave. We were secretly not so crazy about Boston after our first week, but now we can just be honest about it. We will try to make the best and we will try to stop thinking everyone else on the street is following us. It just might take some time. And if we still hate it... its only two more months. We've decided to use Boston for its money and lay low so in Florida it can really be a brand new start. I am sorry to report though, that we're counting down the days till we get to bust outa here. Job wise, we're decently happy. We just work a lot and our schedules don't work great together. We do our best to work around our schedules and to work with our bosses so we get time together. Rach landed a really great job. They totally respect her and she makes awesome money. I enjoy my job, however, I work my ASS off and make very little money. One of the other backwaiters asked me why I was a backwaiter...he was wondering because I'm American and my first language is English, so why would I be a backwaiter. Nice. There are five backwaiters that work there. Only two of us were born in America. Clio is going to look great on my resume, but if I were going to live here any longer than two more months I would never stay. No, I can't be a server. Being a server at Clio takes months of training. I won't even be here long enough for them to consider making me a server. I'm learning a lot all the same. I'll keep you up to date on our struggles. Lock your windows. -lj