where i work...

Jolene is extremely tired....but tips were great tonight! $140 on a Saturday night! Cheers! And I have worked two 13 hour days (Thursday & Friday) with equal results! However, I think I am going to take a YMCA job and stay at the Main St Pub during the day and then Saturday night---especially if the nights are like this....and they are only going to get better!!! The Main St Pub in South Bend is the place to be...for-rizzle!

Ireland called today!

A good surprise this morning, Joe Ryan called me all the way from Ireland to wish me a Happy V-Day. He said he tried yesterday but only got voicemail (i was at work). So we talked for a few and it made my day! So I am not bitter anymore contrary to yesterday's post. haha

Happy Sad Bastard's Day--Joe Ryan

I am all alone on V-Day once again. I know it's perhaps a hallmark day or whatever you want to call it but really? Alone again? Thats a least 10 years running with no Valentine. I am bitter. Not going to lie! As Joe Ryan said about New Year's Day, well it can apply to today. "Happy Sad Bastard's day!" Now, I am going to go drink a beer and eat chocolate.

On a better note, tomarrow is a new day! Lacey and Heather are coming to town and we are picking up Rensberger and going to a concert AND I dont have to work tomarrow. Good thing tips were decent today!! :)

the wellie boot saga --part 2

So long ago and by long ago I mean yesterday, the young girl who lost the wellie boot bank began her search outside of the house. She bundled up against the cold winds and snow and drove through trecherous streets towards the Goodwill on Ireland Road. She enters the building anxiously and was greeted by the smell of musty piss. She hastily headed towards the shelves stacked with glassware and ceramic items. She searched those shelves 5 times with no luck. Then she asked a Goodwill worker who suggested that it was either bought (NO!!!) or had been sent on to the main Goodwill store in town. I leave the musty, old, stinky Goodwill and made my way into the west, into the unstable side of town. Take two. I enter cautiously and began the grueling search one more time. No luck. The wellie boot bank is gone. I return home sadden but pretending to be happy for my parents sake. They feel bad but then my dad is convinced that they did no such thing as to send my stuff to charity. He is convinced that a year from now, the wellie boot bank and the other items will turn up in some random place inside the house. So this is a cold case that may never be solved. For now it is closed. Stay tuned a year from now to see if there is a part 3....

the wellie boot saga --part 1

So long long ago, last january, a lovely girl heads to the emerald isle where she will spend a month living there with friends. During that AMAZING stay, she decides that she needs to be here in the comiing fall for as long as possible. Now near the end of her trip, she goes out to lunch and does some shopping with her good friend Brenda. While tooling around town, they stumble upon a cute boutique and inside this shop are ceramic wellie boot banks. Now lets pause and allow me to explain two things. One, I Love Wellies!!! And two, wellie boots are rubber boots that go up to the knees over your pants and you can wear them to work outside without getting all dirty. Anyway, this lovley girl finds a ceramic blue one complete with orange trimming and pink flowers. Brenda convinces her to buy it for the memories and as a place to save all her pennnies for Ireland in the fall. So this girl purchases it hesitantly. Five days later I am on the plane heading for home. 5 weeks later, the wellie bank is filled with change all for Ireland. 5 months later, the wellie is a conversation piece and major part of my life, I had fallen in love with it. For my 5 months back in Ireland, I left the wellie boot bank in America. And 5 weeks before returning to the states and before my parents moved, the blue ceramic wellie boot with pink flowers and orange trim, accidently got sent to Goodwill. After 5 weeks of relentless searching and unpacking, tomarrow I am headed to Goodwill on Ireland Road (ironic, yeah?) to search for my wellie boot. To be continued......

.....lets waste time, chasing cars........

if i lay here, if i just lay here.

would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Chasing Cars--Snow Patrol