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I realized WHM says too much funny stuff not to have a separate blog on him. I also realize that it needs to just be my friends that can find it.

So, come over to http://yhmandyhd.blogspot.com/

No, I'm not getting married...

What is up with the myriad of wedding questions these past few weeks?

Three times I've gotten "So do you have any kids?"
Last night, at my local bar I asked Penny "Hey, do you want an onion ring?" She thought I said "Hey, did you see my ring?" Then Bryan (he is 60ish), who has had me getting married for three years now (to the same person), wanted to know why we weren't engaged yet. When I told him "We aren't together," the bartender said "Yeah they are, don't let her lie to you. How'd you get home last night?" I was like, GEE THANKS NATHAN.

Actually, I should thank Bryan. If it weren't for him, I don't know that I would have ever given YHM a chance. He sat me down one night and explained that I should go out with him just once. It was a Wednesday actually. Wing night. Because I called YHM ahead to order me wings before the kitchen closed. It was BEFORE HP was HP. It was still Skully's. We sat at a tall table and Bryan called me out right in front of YHM. Isn't it funny the things you remember??

Anyway... It is aggravating. Don't worry, if I'm getting married the entire world will know.

Skiing was miserable

Actually, I didn't ski. It was too cold.

I still had a chest cold, so I decided it would be better not to make it worse.

I took care of everyone else. There is a good picture of me carrying snow boots. I'll put it up later.

When I got there Wednesday, Dad called and ruined my week, so I really had a hard time trying to enjoy myself. Don't work for your family. Just don't do it.

Last night, I went to the bar and saw all the people I'd missed! Then went to the Clinton guys new house for just a second to drop off beer for them. YHM was on the way out the door when I got there, so I threw my pocket book in his truck and said "Wait, so you can take me home." Ran upstairs, spoke to the guys, and we left.

I really missed YHM this time. I don't know why this time more than other times. Maybe because he was supposed to go with me. He would've had a good time. I don't know what he had to do for work that was so important, but he stayed here. I am so proud of him. He has been working out hard since early December. He is back to the way he was when I met him. Solid. He still has a ways to go though. I haven't seen the dog in forever. I miss that mutt.

YHM picked up the slack of my crappy week. :)

I'm going skiing!

Happy New Year everyone.

I haven't been skiing in three years, actually, three years to the day that I will put skis back on my feet. YHM took me to Vail three years ago. I have neglected going in the east, because after skiing in Vail, the east just sucks.

Well, last week I decided to change that. I'm going with Jane and the little girls to Wintergreen. I've tried to convince YHM to come with us, but he claims he has to work. I think Smarty Pants is going to come with us. He only lives 45 minutes from there, so worst case scenario, he can go to work and come back. He is also an EXCELLENT snowboarder (UVa Snowboarding team anyone?). I'm hoping Lex will try to snowboard.

Anyway, I'm planning the menu, because I know Miss J will be too busy.

I got a fondue pot, so we'll do that one night for dinner. I'm thinking chili one night (maybe in the beginning, b/c that makes good leftovers! I'm not use to planning a meal that involves children. Miss J never worries about them eating the same time we do, but I think they should!

I'm super stoked, can't wait to strap on some skis, hopefully Wednesday morning. It is going to be collllld. I hope to stay in Charlottesville Tuesday night, then on to Wintergreen first thing Wednesday.

Yayy.

Men.

So last weekend I went and ate oysters with the Captain (formerly known as Sweetheart). He was elated to see me. Then there was a major fiasco with his neighbor. The cops came over (and if I were certain they didn't read my blog, I may elaborate on this). Well, YHM showed up at about the same time the cops did. He couldn't handle the fact that I was at the Captains house. I couldn't handle the fact that the cops were trying to hang out by the fire with us. So, I asked YHM to take me home.

Apparently at which point, the Captain had a small conniption. Which, is funny to me. He doesn't connipt often (is connipt a word). He text me when I got home, asking me to come back. I informed him that my truck was in his driveway, and I wasn't walking. He said he'd come get me. I told him that was fine, I just wanted to go to bed. That was last Saturday night. I had a busy week. Got a few text here and there from YHM and the Captain. Since I'm not in a relationship, I see no issue with this. The Captain was off doing captainy things, and when I asked where he was, he wanted to get smart with me. So I just told him I'd see him when he got home. I didn't expect that to be anytime soon knowing his previous schedule and how much he has been around lately.

Last night, as I sit in the bar with some good friends, guess who walks in fresh off the airplane? With a hair cut (his neck was my pet peeve) and a trimmed beard. The Captain. Well, he has been up to no good for the past month. I could smell him coming (with his feet, this could really be true). A while back, we went out to a bar, and he told a friend of mine that said friend could not date me. I was like "WHAT? Why do you care?" He had a girlfriend at the time. Oh, he was plotting. He has plotted his way up to Sunday, for a month. I want you to know, we broke up a year ago TODAY. Today. He has had moments of "I messed up," but isn't the kind to apologize, ever. I think I got a semi apology a few weeks ago... The more I think about this, I have seen him a lot lately.

Anyway, I don't know if I want to go there again. I mean he hurt my feelings last year. It just makes me mad that he knows how to get to me. Then again, I know how to get to him too. It is nerve racking to have someone who is home for two weeks and gone for three. Without much notice.

It is also flattering to know that someone flew home with the main intent of seeing me. (He'll never admit that, but it isn't the first time).

Oh the men in my life. What to do, what to do?

Being a waitress/bartender

I think I have learned more about psychology in the almost year I have bartended/waited tables at Home Port in Topsail Beach.

I didn't set out to wait tables, but in the winter season, the restaurant gets closed and the bartender has to cover the tables in the bar. I currently have three. A six top, a four top, and a two top. For those of you who don't speak restaurant lingo, "four top" just means a table seats four people.

Readers Digest had an article on what makes for good or bad service (click the print button so you can read it all without having to constantly click).

I wanted to say that one of the biggest things I have learned is- cater to the child. If that child is happy, the parents are ecstatic. They'll tip you 25-50% because the child behaved. I had a little girl in the other day, who brought her ice cream cone from across the street. When her Dad came back from the bathroom, she was covered in napkins. I had one in her lap, one in her collar, and one in front of her. Her drink was in a cup with a lid. He was tickled. 50% tip. I know this man, he doesn't usually tip that well.

I really do love waiting tables, but there are just some customers... Like the lady who use to work there who ordered gravy on her fries. She knows good and well that we don't have gravy. Yet, threw a fit when she found out we didn't and changed her order. Then got mad because she didn't have her drink yet. Well ma'am, when I have to go change your order before they cook it, your drink doesn't come first.

Just thought I'd share :)

Court

It came to my attention last Thursday, that most people are not prepared for court.

If you've never been, here is what you need to know (whichever side of it you're on).

1. Dress in your Sunday finest. A court room is that judge's house, respect that.
2. Carry a pen (I forgot this, bad idea b/c you can't speak once in the courtroom)
3. Yes sir, yes m'am, no sir, no m'am. Use them. Love them. Some idiot in front of me said "YEAH" to the judge, I almost fell out.
4. If you are trying to defend yourself, don't, get an attorney. They know the DA.
5. Don't get yourself in the position of having to go to court. It isn't fun, it is a pain.
6. Go super early, because parking around court houses is ALWAYS a cluster.

If you need a good business or criminal attorney in Raleigh, let me know :)