More Restaurant Rants...

Dear Mr. Winking Winkerson... stop it. Seriously, stop it. It's not ok, particularly when you are a grown man, to wink more than once a conversaton, sometimes a sentence. It's not charming, I won't give you free dessert. It's just creepy and gross, and creepy. Stop winking.

Dear Old Lady Campers... I make 2.13 an hour. Your tip, while certainly based on the quality of my service, also acts as a way of renting your booth/space. If you stay for 4 hours, you're cheating me out of 4 more possible tips. Not to mention, sweet old ladies, just because you're old, doesn't make it ok to leave 10%.

Dear Sir Talks-a-Lot... I'm sure you're an entertaining person. I bet you have a rich and full lifestyle that basically forces the sharing of deeply personal stories. You know what though, I'm a waitress, I've got stuff to do, you're not the only table in the restaurant, and mostly, I don't care about your life. At all. I'm always up for a good joke, or a silly anecdote, but I just don't want to hear about your genius grandson, or about the time that you drove to South Dakota with your dogs. I'm a stranger, not your barber.

Dear Questions McGee... My job is to know everything about the food in my restaurant. All of it, every ingredient. So when you ask me questions, I'm happy to answer them. Unless you ask a series of questions about food you know you don't care about. Requiring me to tell you about 13 things on the menu, and having you end up saying "Eh, I'll just get what I always get" makes me want to punch you. In the face. Hard.

Dear Really Ready Rudy... If you take a long time to decide what you want to eat, that's ok. I'll come back to the table 9 times, because that's my job. But if you make me stand in front of your table while you decide, I'll get upset. "Are we ready to order? Do we need another minute?" "No, we're ready.... I'll get the....Well I'm trying to decide....I got this last time, it was really good, but I don't think I feel that that this time...What are you getting?" "I can give you some more time, that's no problem." "No, really, we're ready....I can't decide what I want, what are you getting?" Yeah, that just makes me want to kill you.


Would it sound like a lie if I told you that I actually really like my job?

Blah, blah, blah.

*I could seriously live off cinnamon bears and ice cream for the rest of my life.
*One of my favorite parts of the day is cleaning out my ears.
*I love Celtic music.
*Word searches could keep me entertained for hours.
*Boy Meets World is the greatest show ever created. That's not even opinion, that's just fact.
*One of my pet peeves, and I don't have many, is eXspecially.... not a word. Not a word.
*If I could be an animal, I'd be a duck. Hands down.
*I absolutely love the taste of chocolate SlimFast...
*The clicking noise that iPods make is one of my favorite sounds. Seriously.
*I have a weird celebrity crush on Seth Meyers and TJ Thyne.
*The first cd I ever owned was 14:59 by SugarRay.
*Sleeping in my contacts was a bad habit of 7 years that I broke as a New Year's resolution this year. Last year I stopped biting my nails.
*In December I found a pair of boots in my closet that I forgot that I owned..
*I make the best cupcakes IN THE WORLD!!
*In 3 years of waitressing, I've only dropped a plate of food once. It was a little boy's spaghetti. When dinner was over, he told me he'd be my boyfriend.
*I've never had a pet. Mostly, I don't really like animals. Yes, I do think this makes me a bad person.
*One of my favorite items of clothing is a well-fitted white t-shirt. Just can't get enough.
*UFC fights rock my world. Faber, Muir, and GSP!
*I can't eat Jell-o. I can barely even look at Jell-o. It's making me sick to even think about it...
*This is the top most played song on my iTunes right now... Not to mention this video is HOT!!



The second most played is...



Bones, Bones, Bones, Bones!



Suit up!

Ohh.. siblings. How I love thee.

My birthday was a couple weeks ago. Yay. 23. Finally here. I'm stoked for 23, good things to come. On Sunday we had a party for me and my brother Jesse. I got the most wonderful card from the oldest of the family, Josh. As a pre-req, if you don't remember or know about the story of my sister La, click here. This is probably the best/worst/meanest/greatest/funniest card I've gotten in my 23 years... enjoy.

Happy B-day Sis.
We love you. La would be proud of you this day. May
you laugh when no one is there, always. La is
listening.
Love, Josh and Alexza

My new favorite thing....

I've been wanting something for several months now... I think about it all the time, and I get overly excited to think about actually having it. I have all sorts of plans about what I will do with one in the future, and I've become a little obsessed with it. I wanted one for Christmas, but that didn't end up panning out the way I thought it would. I thought maybe I would ask for one for my birthday, but I was still hesitant. In reality, I could probably have just gone out and found one myself, but I kept putting it off for some reason.

Well...

My birthday is at the end of the month, and for some lucky reason, I got an early birthday present... A UKELELE!! I can't tell you how excited I am about this. I've already been on YouTube learning chords, tuning it on my piano, and I'm starting to learn how to play "Somewhere Over the Rainbow/What a Wonderful World". I can't wait to be able to sit down and just play songs. I'm totally gonna play for my students, and they will think Miss Clark is the weirdest teacher they've ever had. And I will love it. I will play for my nieces, and my eventual nephews. And they will tell me that I'm weird, and I will love it. Oh my heck, I just thought about finding a hymn book for the ukelele. Oh no, now I'm even more excited..
Only catch though... I'm really not much of a singer, so everyone else will have to sing for me. But it won't slow me down!
My new favorite thing.. my ukelele. :)

Shhh... you're all alone....

Alone. Ah, alone. Can you think of the last time that you've spent more than 6 hours alone? (With the exception of sleeping for my single friends) It's not something we do a whole lot. We go to school, we go to work, we spend time with friends, we talk to our spouses... well, you do, not me so much. I will now turn to the I form to avoid such a mistake again...

I live at home. Yes, almost 23 and at home. And I LOVE it. I've been the only one in the house for around 8 years now. I lived in Orem for the first 4 years of school, but now reside in the basement of my parent's beautiful home. Because it's just me and the 'rents, no siblings, no roommates, I get to spend a fair amount of time alone. Now I'm talkin' just me hanging out doing homework, watching Glee or Boy Meets World, making some din din, solving word puzzles, and such. But as I do these things my Mom and Dad are around. I get to talk to them a lot. I talk to people at work and school all day, then I come home at night and talk to my parents and friends. Generally, I do a lot of talking in the day. I like this. I like to talk. It feels normal.

My parents have been in St. George since Wednesday. It's a frequent thing for them to do. My parents travel quite a bit, and go to St. George all the time. Consequently, I get to spend a good amount of time in the house alone. And I like it.

I spent much of this weekend in a stationary state. I hurt my foot in my dance class at school, and had to elevate and ice and compress and what not. As I did this, I caught up on my reading for my literature classes. I had a total of 3 1/2 novels to complete this weekend. After about 5 hours of this on Thursday, I started to not feel normal, and I started to wonder if my voice worked anymore. I had to call a friend to make sure. It did, and does. On Friday, after about 4 hours, I just fell asleep, cause I was bored. On Saturday, the silence was relieved by a night at work, and P.S. I Love You when I got home. And today, after church, the silence begins again. I've gotten to the point where I'm blending normal and abnormal... and talking to myself out loud has set in. (Just to make sure my voice still works, and to increase my insanity...)

I really like to be alone. I think it's refreshing and it keeps me in tune with me. But right now, I might be too in tune with me. Stop talking to yourself Rach... it's not normal...

The rise of man is endless. Be in hope.
All stars are gathered in his horoscope.
The brute man of the planet, he will pass,
Blown out like forms of vapor on a glass.
And from this quaking pulp of life will rise
The superman, child of the higher skies.
Immortal, he will break the ancient bars,
Laugh and reach out his hands among the stars.
—Edwin Markham.

"It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you can talk to may one day be a creature, if you saw it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship...There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations- these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit... Next to the blessed sacrament itself, your neighbor is the holiest object presented to your senses."
C.S. Lewis