Friday.

In my previous life, Friday never meant that much to me. In fact, it actually meant I would be working harder than during the week days.

That's the life of a restaurant worker.

My very first job was in a restaurant at the age of 12. (Yes, 12.) I wanted to work so desperately. I always saw how hard my parents worked, my dad with his own business and my mom as a waitress, and I wanted that too. I wanted my own money and wanted to see what it was like, so my parents allowed me to try it out at a young age, probably thinking I would come running home screaming, "NEVER AGAIN!!!!1".

Lucky for them, I did like it and I did enjoy making my own money.

It was at this little place called Italian Villa and the year was 1988. I was a dishwasher for $5 an hour, cash. (Yes, a dishwasher. And no, I didn't have a dish washing machine, I actually washed the dishes by hand.)

Since it was an Italian restaurant, you can only imagine the red sauce and cheese on these disgusting plates. Plate after plate, stacked on top of one another, glued together by dried cheese and sauce. Good lord, I can still remember how I smelled after standing in that kitchen for 6-7 hours. I would come home soaking wet and so exhausted. It was awful...but somehow liberating.

Strangely enough, this is where my love for the restaurant business began. I worked in restaurants from that point on until I was 28, (except for a 4 year period from '92-'96 when I worked for Target). There was just something about the energy of a restaurant that I loved. I thrived on the chaos of a busy night. I lived for that adrenaline. This might all sound ridiculous but this is all true. The restaurant business can get in your blood.

My longest running restaurant gig was with a small 'mom and pop' called Luna's, here in Venice. I started Luna's in January of 1999. At that time, I was a social worker during the day and because a supplemental income was absolutely necessary, I sought out a high energy place where I could bank some cash.

And so I did.

For seven years I worked my ass off there, (dropping my daytime job rather quickly),...and loved every single second of it. It was there where I met my husband and some great friends, which was just an added bonus. I truly loved my job. Here I was, a 20-something with a four year Bachelor's degree, waiting on tables, making a lot of money.

I always was so embarrassed to say I was "just a waitress" when people would ask what I did for a living, like it was something to be ashamed of, but when I think back on it now, I don't fully understand why I felt that way.
I:
-had kick ass hours of 4pm-11pm
-made between $600-$1000 a week, depending on how many shifts I worked
-had a flexible schedule
-got to meet new people everyday
-didn't have to take my work home with me
-wasn't micro managed

It was a damn good job. Sure, I had the old couple that would share their slice of pizza, water with multiple lemons, who ran my ass of demanding more napkins, and complaining about the crust being tough, and yes, I had the foreigners who claimed that they don't understand what 15-18% gratuity actually is because, "they don't practice that in their country" :::bullshit:::...but I loved my job.

And Fridays...oh, Fridays. They were BUSY. I lived for my Friday night shifts. An easy $200, at least. When the rest of my friends were saying "TGIF" because they had their weekend off, I was saying "TGIF" because I was about to make some good money and still sleep in on Saturday.

As my body slowly started to show signs of hating me because of the long hours on my feet (and inevitably, my knees), I gave in and looked for a "real" job.

So here I am, a little over 5 years into my career, no more weekends, making a much more comfortable salary, benefits, etc.... and would you believe that I miss my old definition of TGIF?

Call me crazy but the restaurant business found it's way into my soul. I will probably always miss it.

My love/hate relationship...

...with technology.

Remember how...
"Video killed the radio star"?
The Nintendo killed the Atari?
The cell phone killed the beeper?
The CD killed the cassette tape and then the ipod killed CDs?
The blog killed the written journal?

This post is dedicated to my love/hate relationship with technology and where it's bringing us as a society. I know this is beating a dead horse and this conversation has taken place many, many times at dinner tables around the country but it has really started to resonate with me lately.

Technology is killing our personal relationships.

Emailing, texting, IMing, Tweeting, Facebook-ing, and chat forums are all vehicles that we're using to cultivate and maintain relationships. This is fantastic in it's own right. Haven't heard from a friend in 10 years? Look them up on Facebook, stalk their pictures, pretend to care that it's their birthday...it's fabulous! God knows that I LOVE me some internet time and even built some amazing friendships in chat forums with a group of girls that I call my FIFs.

I am just as guilty as the next person of using all of these vehicles to keep in touch. I even recognize the irony of this post being that I am typing it for the entire interwebs to see instead of handwriting it in my journal...oh wait, I don't even HAVE a journal anymore!
Point being, I do love technology. It's amazing...

However, I read an article today that the average cell phone user receives 347 text messages per month and only 204 phone calls. This made me sad for some reason. Why not just pick up the phone? I understand that it is much easier to text something to your husband or wife, such as, "I'm baking chicken tonight for dinner, is that ok?" (taken from a recent outgoing text to Dustin), or most things work related can be handled via email to cut back on the small talk... but what about emotionally charged issues that are being taken care of via texting and emailing?

That's where (some of) my issue is. It isn't right.

My feeling is that so many people are hiding behind keyboards these days. It is so much easier to type a Dear John letter or vent out a huge work gripe to your boss over an instantaneous email than to pick up the phone and say, "Let's talk", or better yet, "Let's meet for lunch so we can talk". Keyboards give you balls of steel, is what it comes down to.

The problem is that too much is lost in translation. What you're typing is the way that it is sounding in your head but the way it is being read can be totally different due to perception. I have been guilty of responding to emotionally charged emails myself, so I am being a bit of a hypocrite here, but it has backfired on me every.single.time. Maybe it's just that I don't know how to communicate effectively over a keyboard but it upsets me that I even have to try.

I miss the days when we all had to deal with conflict face to face or on the phone. You could hear the emotions. You could interject thoughts. You could respond to accusations with a voice instead of PUTTING THE CAPS ON FOR EMPHASIS.

Then there are obviously other issues with technology that are much more substantial concerns, such as all of the online bullying, sex-ting before the age of 16, cyber stalking, and sexual predators but I suppose none of those are hitting that close to home with me yet. I plan on just keeping Lily trapped in a bubble so they NEVER hit close to home.
I digress.

In summary, and for your ironic pleasure:
FIND YOUR BACKBONE, PICK UP THE EFFING PHONE AND TALK IT OUT.
It just makes more sense.
/soapbox

Fantastic article....

 

I posted this on Facebook, too. 

I had a "friend" (she was more of an acquaintance. You may remember this post about her) break up with me a little over a year ago because I wasn't making time for her when Lily was a newborn. I can only hope that she will read this and it will give her just an ounce of understanding. 

As I discuss in my other blog, being a mom is a full time job. It's the BEST job, but it does require 100% attention to detail. This article was just too well written not to share.

Reality Sucks.

That's my conclusion: reality sucks. :::as I sit here with a pile of used tissues in front of me, dying from the nasty cold that Lily and I got on the airplane home:::

Every single time we get back from Costa Rica we try to concoct a way to move there. Dustin and I share grandiose ideas with one another about selling our properties here, putting our belongings in storage, going over there, rent for a year and see if we like it... and so on. Our original ten year plan of running a bed and breakfast or a cafe over there just seems too far away.

But then... we think too much, life gets back to normal and we push the thoughts out of our heads for another year. Yes, it's probably true that the fantasy of what living in Costa Rica would be like is much better than what the reality would be...but you never know. We don't want to live with the regret of not taking the chance either. Ahhhh, choices.

As far as our trip...it was AMAZING. One of our best, without a doubt. Lily did well (which I'll post about on Promoted to Motherhood), everyone got along well, the food was great, the weather was good, the scenery was incredible. The surf for the guys could have been a little better but hey, they were better than Florida waves.

We swam...

We ate, even home cooked meals by my husband, my dad and Kendra...

We hung out with great friends and family...

We went to the beach...

We went ATVing through the mountains of Jaco...

We hiked....

And we relaxed...

It was such an incredible way to spend a vacation, surrounded with family and friends.

People ask us all of the time, "Don't you guys want to go anywhere else?"...

and we always say, "Why would we?".

See you in 2011. Pura Vida!

In 36 hours....

We'll be here...

Drinking these...

Looking at these (well, I'll be looking at them while Dustin is ON them)...

With them...

and her, on her very first trip out of the country...

(and many others to help with her).
Eating here every night (Jungle Surf Cafe. Yum)...

 And waking up to these guys...

We can't wait to add to our memory box!

And, for shits and giggles, as if you haven't seen enough pictures...

2006. Our first morning at Pura Vida Hotel in Alajuela. Already smitten.

Arenal volcano, where Dustin proposed, 2007.

On THE most gorgeous, fun, adventurous honeymoon ever- Osa Peninsula, Bosque Del Cabo 2008...

Relaxing and celebrating one year of marriage, 2009...

We're so fortunate to have been able to visit this amazing place for 5 years in a row. It's so special to us and we are so, so excited to share, yet again, with family and friends this amazing country that we've deemed our own.

Pura Vida!

Babbles.

• I can't believe its been 3 weeks since my last post. I must be busy...or lazy.
• 4 days until we leave for Costa Rica. I am so.freakin.excited. 18 of us, all watching Queen Lily. Hoping for a happy traveling baby.
• I've barely done any decorating in out new house because I am feeling overwhelmed with it. 
• I can't believe I am going to be 34 in less than a month. No one ever told me I would get this old.
• Bear hasn't been doing so great and I'm a little worried about leaving him. I know my aunt will take great care of him but I just hope he doesn't get too stressed when we leave.
• I am already almost 100% packed for said vacation. 4 days early. I'm ridiculous.
• I love the sound of thunderstorms at night.
• I am relatively boring lately.
• I need to take more pictures of Lily. I have very few from the past 3 months.
• I wonder if we'll come home from Costa Rica planning our move there, like we did last year. ::sigh:: One of these days.

2.

It's been 2 amazing years since we said our vows. I can't believe how time flies. 

What a magical time we had in Costa Rica with our family and friends. 

And our our first anniversary, we celebrated with our 3 month old in St. Augustine...

And on our second, we worked. We have to pay for this gorgeous house we just moved in to...

...but we still had time to take a picture!

We did have a date night Saturday, thanks to my mom. We celebrated by going to Carabba's, then out for a quick drink, then to a friend's house. Yawning by 9:30, we were sacked out by 11pm. We're that fun, old married couple.

Thanks, babe for an amazing 2 years. Here's to at least 60 more.