And That's the Way the Cookie Crumbles!!!

It was an average day of work; dressed in all black from head to toe, got my hair curled and my makeup set.... really, no one likes an ugly server, so I try to be sure to look my best and a little more when cocktailing at BJ's Restaurant and Brewery. I'm strolling in with my energy drink and apron, thinking nothing of the young man dressed in a shirt and tie, sitting at the front by the bar. I continue on my way with greeting/sharking tables and found myself to be extremely busy during "happy" hour.

About an hour or so goes by, and once the second cocktail arrived, I was able to cool down and focus on my own section instead of the entire bar. This is the point where that same young man from the front waves to me. I look over and wave back, thinking to myself, If that guy wants service, he'll need to walk his ass up here to get a drink.... When I realize I actually do know him. He happened to be a guy I had a math class with... and also a huge crush on.


This got me... a bit flustered. I hadn't seen him in months, and all of a sudden he's sitting outside my section, looking extra handsome (dress shirts and ties are my weakness), and he's watching me with my tables. I then calmly walked over to the back towards the to-go station to take a "breather." I was blushing so much that the little group of people who were standing by me were able to notice and comment on how I suddenly turned into a tomato who couldn't speak well. My manager then turned to me and said, "DO NOT pass out on me. What's your problem?" I than began to explain that the gentleman at the front was a guy I knew and hadn't seen in awhile... and somehow added that I really liked him from my math class.

Which is when they began to laugh. I turn around, and there are 4 guys standing with me at to-go. Once they are done chuckling and knee slappin' themselves, one looks up and goes, "Oh Cecilia... I OWN you now.... what are you going do to for me to keep this secret?"

I was completely baffled. Who cares if I like(d) a guy? Go ahead... tell that complete stranger at the front. It's been so long since I've last seen him, it will probably be months again till I do. I looked over at my manager who also was laughing. What was I missing here?

"Cecilia? You're talking about "blank" over there? I just hired him."

Jokes on me... thank goodness I did my hair that day.

ARRR!

Few weeks back, I find myself struggling with trying to balance a job and finals, on top of moving, and battling a never-ending fight of allergies with Texas (and sometimes feeling allergic to the state itself). I begin spending late nights going over cellular respiration, the 1920's and women's suffrage, and of course Marbury vs Madison, and taking a new allergy medicine, when lo-and-behold, I'm allergic to the medicine.



Could the month of May get any worse? Oh... but it can.



I bought Katy Perry tickets right before Thanksgiving last year for her concert in March. She cancelled... then rescheduled... then cancelled again. That woman is an absolute heartbreaker...

Trying Hard to Listen

I've made my mistakes... and I'm trying to learn from them. But sometimes, I feel so ashamed, that I'm almost positive that even God has slammed the door in my face. And when He doesn't... I'm just amazed at His grace.

Here I am, with a sad heart... and God starts speaking to me. I'm wondering how the hell I brought myself to the Nissan dealership for one simple $24.95 oil change and I'm walking out spending $168 instead because I have to replace a tire, when all of a sudden I'm on my GPS looking for the Texas Children's Hospital.

I knew I had to go. It was strange. At first it was just an automatic offer of, "Well if you need anything, let me know, I have the night off," which turned into, "I'm going to get there as soon as possible." Although there was no emergency, I just knew that I had to go.

I got to 610 and Alameda, and even before I realized I was completely lost and choking back tears. I haven't stepped into the doors of a Children's Hospital for 4 years now, and didn't have any plans to go back. I volunteered at the Denver Children's Hospital and felt SO SAD at the things I had seen, that I couldn't return.... the helplessness gave way and my heart just wanted to break for the things that I would see within my 5 hour shifts on the 4th floor.

James is so brave. He is so smart, so clever, and has such a big heart... why does he have to be sick?

I was in tears before the ride, but on the way home I just bawled. As if God wasn't showing me enough, on comes the song, "Your Guardian Angel," and at one point I passed a billboard reading: "You only live once, make sure its enough."

What can I do Lord? There was just too much laid upon my heart to ignore. It's no longer about how much compassion and sincerity I have... it's about getting past the fears, the feeling of helplessness and just asking God for the right path.

I have to pray more about this.... but I'm feeling certain that I need to go to school to help James. I can't watch this beautiful little boy go through this.

Don't bother calling a locksmith

Love me for my brains!

Drink up baby!

Can somebody tell me, why there would be alcohol at a baby shower? In these times, are we now resorting to celebrating a future birth by skipping to the future drinking that the insanity of kids gives us? And why didn't anybody tell me?!?!

Better yet... how did I not know by the 3rd drink that it was "the special punch"?

You tell me, which one is the alcoholic one:

Yeah, that's what I thought!!! You can't tell either!!!!!

Call me naive

But I don't care. I'm pretty sure I know how I'm going to meet the love of my life.... it's been in my head since I was a pre-teen and watched adults and how they interact with one another, and when I see couples and what not. Something tells me... it's going to be unexpected and perfect.

At a party. Or a get together of some sort where most likely, I'm going to be left alone for one moment, and then he'll approach me. And as they say... the rest will be history.

Don't ask why I think this. It's not romantic and it's not completely ideal, but somehow, it just feels right.

Problem is, I don't go to get-togethers because I don't care to get drunk and nobody throws actual "bar-b-ques" anymore. Sigh.....

Someday. Till now, I'm pretty content just being a simple cocktail waitress who works to put herself through college and to put food in a bowl for her cats. Church, school, work, and the occasional Wing Night or lounge by the pool with some wine.... That's my life. And I think it's pretty fantastic.

So...

Well, here I am... blogging. I think this will help me go to sleep, but might prevent you from sleeping when you find out what's on my mind.

That genius e-card.... why is it so true?

And can somebody tell me....if vegetable oil came from vegetables, and olive oil came from olives... what did baby oil come from?