It's A Knee Slapper
My grandma sent me this site. It's really fun. Check it out if you want.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/science/humanbody/sleep/sheep/reaction_version5.swf
My Bio Teacher Would be Proud...
There's a cupboard in my restaurant about the size of your average kitchen cupboard where you might hold your cups and plates. There are two levels of these shelves, one right on top of the other. It is on these shelves where we stock such items such as tea bags, jellies, salt, pepper, diffusion packets, ect... This particular cupboard in my store is located in the front room below the main counter.
It was this very night, Tuesday, September 6th, 2005, about 10:30, (only one table in the corner), where my colleagues and I decided to conduct an experiment involving this particular cupboard. It began by removing each item on the top shelf and placing them on top of the counter. It ended with me, climbing inside the cupboard, on the top shelf. Hillary, then closed the door, and to my dismay, ran for the manager to warn him of a "pest problem." I became somewhat frightened of this particular manager, not expecting this turn of events, but to my surprise, as he opened the door, it was not wrath, but laughter that proceeded from his mouth. I then climbed out, unable to contain my own laughter. Hillary and I then concluded our hypothesis was right. I do fit into the cupboard.
On another note, for the first time in my life, I threatened to call the cops on someone. Where else, but at Dennys, because like I said, working there really is quite the adventure. Sean, the nieghbor boy I grew up with when I first moved to Ramona, last Tuesday night walked out on his check. He returned the next Sunday in a black hat, thinking I wouldn't notice him if he covered his face. When I brought his drink, the words came out before I knew what I was saying. "Sean, if you walk out on this check again, we'll call the cops." I can't remember ever seeing so much fear on someone's face, or hearing such commanding authority in my voice. I hated it. I walked away and wanted to cry because I felt like I hadn't been me. The manager, who had also been there that night, confronted him, along with "JOE", (our big, tough, macho cook) you know, "JOE!" Sean denied everything and walked out. I still wanted to cry.
Last comment; I received a piece of "Bubblelishis Gum" tonight from a costumer. I haven't had one of those since I was a kid. I'm still chewing it even though the flavors been gone for half an hour. (I'm really excited. This was like, the best thing ever when I was young.) Speaking of costumers, a grown man, with his wife and kids, called me babe the whole time he was there. "Thanks babe!" "Umm, babe, can you please bring me some ranch." Awww, people are weird, but I love them.
Sarah Brendel
Wow, two posts in one day! That's exciting going from zero posts in 1 month. Anyway, I just wanted to post the lyrics from a song on a CD I just got. One of the things I really like to do is browse through CD's at places where you can scan the bar code and listen to samples of the songs on the CD. I like to check out people who've I've never heard of, and aren't that big, buy their CD and listen to it till I'm sick of it, or decide that I never really liked them anyway. This is how I found "Everybody Duck", and how I found "Mae", and how yesterday I found my new favorite rocker chick,
Sarah Brendel
She's got a rock sound, and this song I'm going to post is just amazing. I don't know if the words will have the same impact that it has listening to it. Her voice gets all passionate and powerful, like she's just screaming out her worship to God so that He can hear the longing of her heart.
Fire
Near to You is where I'm found
In the beauty of your sound
Oh come closer my friend
MORE OF YOU AND LESS OF ME
The words of your heart I must know
May my lips overflow
May my tongue sing always
MORE OF YOU AND LESS OF ME
Consume me, consume me
Fire, fire, fire, fire fall on me
Rain sweet music down on me
Won't you paint my melody
Cause I can't compose myself
So I try to write this verse of longing
MORE OF YOU AND LESS OF ME
Consume me, consume me
Fire, fire, fire, fire fall on me
Real Jesus come to me
Real Jesus come to me
MORE OF YOU AND LESS OF ME
Consume me, consume me
Fire, fire, fire, fire fall on me
Near to you is where I'm found
In the beauty of your sound
Streaking... (Yes I said streaking, and no, I didn't do it.)
Hey Blogger Friends. I know it's been awhile, but like most of you out there in the "real world" life's been getting busy. School started. I love it. It's nice to have something to do again besides work.
Speaking of work, I've got a great Adventure at Dennys story for you. I was at the computer about to enter in an order, when all of a sudden, an extremely loud whistle begins to sound. My mind immediately, (don't ask why) returns to high school fire drills, (where they sound the fire alarm unexpectedly, and everyone has to practice walking out to the fields in an orderly fasion). The whilstle sounded much like an alarm, and a question pops in my head, "why are we having a fire drill at Dennys?" Of course the ridiculousness of this thought hits me soon, and I look up to see what the commotion is about. To my utter shock, two boys, possibly high school age, are running through my resturaunt in nothing but masks, and innapropriate ladies underwear. My mouth drops open. I bring the menu to my lips and hide the laughter that I cannot hold back. The coustomers follow them with their eyes, and as soon as they are gone, they go back to their buisness as if nothing happened. I on the other hand, can barely move, let alone speak. All I can do is release the laughter I cannot containe. What a strange town I live in, where after witnessing two streakers running from one door to the next in in a public resturaunt, on Kids Eat Free Night, do the towns people go back to buisness as if this were an every day occurence? And why did naked people run through my restuaraunt? It's all a big mystery I have no intention of pursueing.
On sunday night after I left, apparently someone through fire crackers in our lobby. When the police came they said things like this have been happening all week, since the schools started back up. Hmmm.... pretty interesting huh?
On a happier note, I am no longer in the "teens." I am officially an official adult! That's right, on August 22 of 2005, Jael Cashman turned 20 years old! Woo Hoo!!! Although last night I became saddened as I realized that in another 20 years, I'll be 40, but oh well, just think of all the stuff I'm going to do in the next 20 years.
