The Little Farmer Inside of Me

So any of you who know me well, know that while I grew up on a farm I have spent the last 16+ years trying to suppress the part of me that is fascinated by watching things grow. The farmer wants to grub in the dirt, which then gets under the finger nails and ruins my manicure. Again the dirt ruins my pedicure...not to mention what dad would have to say about my gardening footwear...seriously, he would not approve of reefs and shovels in the same patch of dirt. Speaking of shovels, they make my back muscles hurt. But I could no longer suppress the fascination with watching things grow. (Even though it seems that I am now committed to a rather extensive watering process every day.) Now that I've finally given into the impulse it seems that I have unleashed a MONSTER.

I really am convinced that while I know the DEFINITION of the word MODERATION...I really have no concept of how to IMPLEMENT it into my life. I may need to work on that at some point.

All of this leads up to the fact that I planted a garden. You would think that a single person who lives alone would plant, I don't know two maybe three tomato plants or something, but not me.

I'm the proud owner of:
- lettuce
- spinach
- cilantro ( 3 bushes )
- basil (currently 3 plants and probably up to about 8 by the end of the week)
- rosemary
- lemon tyme
- dill
- radishes
- peppers ( 3 bell / 1 lemon something or other)

and last but not least

-tomato plants (9 of them to be exact)

What exactly do you think I'm going to do with the tomatoes from 9 tomato plants? I'm afraid I'm going to be that crazy garden lady at church looking for cars that are unlocked so she can put a sack of tomotoes in for the people when they come out of the church. My only consolation is that, so far, I've been able to resist the urge to plant zucchini. Heaven only knows THAT would get out of control in a real hurry.

No So Charming Restaurant Experience

So the last restaurant experience was labeled as "Charming". This one...not so much. Tonight an old man I have never seen before peeked his head into the kitchen and yelled, "Where's the can?"

Seriously, we all just kind of looked at each other. I finally asked, "you mean the bathroom?" Sure enough that's what he needed. So classy.

Ten Random Things About Me

I have some friends who did this on their blog and it looked kind of fun so I decided to try it.

1-vacation planned this year (I know it's shocking that it's only one-but I'm always open to suggestions-*wink*)
2-new nativities (I mean "Christmas Pictures") added to my collection last Christmas.
3-months until my trip to England.
4-styles of drinking glasses in my cupboard.
5-pillows I sleep with in my bed.
6-months to my 35th birth month.
7-more shifts at the restaurant in May.
8-great neices and nephews
9-months since I purchase a new pair of shoes. (once again I know it's shocking but try to contain yourself.)
10-weeks until the new Twilight book is released for sale.

Restaurant

So I have this part time job at a little mom & pop restaurant here in Salt Lake. I got the job to help pay for my trip to Kenya. That was AFTER Sally and I decided on the spur of the moment to go to Venice for a week...and we all know that Sally and I are required to pay a fee to get OFF the island of Burano...But what are you going to do when you have a condo in Venice for the week and all you have to buy is your plane ticket-and pay the fee to get off Burano. So to replace the money I started working 3 nights a week at this restaurant. I quit about 2 days before we left to go to Kenya.

Well, when I got back from Kenya I didn't really want to be on the schedule regularly, but I keep filing in for people. (I like to say and think it's because I'm nice, but really I can't walk away from the money. I mean really...$20 an hour on average, I choose when I work, I don't work if I don't want too and it's only a few hours at a time. I mean really, you can't beat that with a stick!)

Last night I thought I would die laughing. This little old man who comes to eat about 3 times a week (and always has the same thing) came in. He got a table with a new waitress (she's been there a couple of months). But she doesn't usually work on nights when he comes in. So when she asked him what he wanted to eat, he couldn't remember what he orders. He said it's been so long since he actually ordered he couldn't remember. Then he told her "Well, d--- it somebody back there has to know what I like!" Then the waitress found me to ask me what he wanted, I told her and then walked into the dining room. When the old man saw me he said, "Oh, good...you know what I like." It was sooo funny!!!