My Dreams Ate It

A new blog post that is.

Last night I was thinking, and I came up with this great, funny, insightful, warm-fuzzy blog post.  One of my last thoughts as I drifted off to sleep was: people are going to love this post, and think I'm the coolest!  (What, don't you ever think things like that?  Be honest... you know you do!)

But today... It's gone.  All I remember is the photo I was going to use.  I don't know if it was the waking up every 27 min from 3 AM to 8 AM that erased it, or if it was the awesome dream I had about my recently deceased friend... but it's gone.

Maybe next time friends.  Sorry you missed out.

(Ok, so maybe the post wouldn't have been as cool as I claimed.  But seeing as how you'll never see it, let's pretend it was AMAZING!)

The Bad Tipper

I have had many friends who have been waiters/waitresses.  They often told me the woes of the bad tipper, and I agreed with what they said.  For example, If you don't have the money for a tip, you probably shouldn't order a drink.  It's not your server's fault you're poor.  Don't punish them when they give you good service.  It makes sense.  I have always felt that a 15% tip was bare minimum.  (In other parts of the country you are supposed to leave at least 19%, but that's not the norm here yet.)

Then I married Hod.  He's picky.  If he doesn't like the service, he leaves a horrid tip!  This was very embarrassing to me.  There were times I would meet him in the car because I knew he was going to leave a bad tip.  However, when our server is good, he leaves a higher tip than I normally would.  There isn't much of a middle ground with him.

But... sometimes I think he has a point.  For example:  (Story time!)

I take a bunch of surveys online, and recently was able to earn a $25 dollar gift card for a restaurant. We found a baby sitter, and had a night on the town!  (Ok, not really, we're not that fancy.)  The Restaurant was kind of busy, and had a bar in it.  That's fine.  We ended up being seated near the bar.  Still ok, as it was a Thursday night and there weren't a lot of drinkers.  However... our waiter ended up being the bartender.  In between laughing and joking with the drinkers, he would come and serve us.  But we aren't as fun as the 3 guys sitting at the bar watching sports.  We were just a calm couple enjoying our time together.

The problem was, we could see (and hear) him chatting it up with the drinkers, and the other servers (And complaining about how much he hates his job and he has to work too much) instead of taking care of us.  We ordered our food, and never actually saw him at our table again.  There was a different person who brought us everything.  We pretty much never had anything to drink, and it was obvious he didn't care.  When tip time came... I knew it was going to be abysmal.  And for the first time, I wasn't embarrassed.  Yes, I feel bad that the hostess and bus boys were punished because of the poor tip we left.  It wasn't their fault.  (although the hostess did NOT want to be there either.)  I feel that when you go out to eat, half of the experience is the food, and half is the service.  And we only got the food.  (Which also wasn't very good.)  Since, we didn't receive service, we didn't really pay for the service.

Maybe I'm a bad person.  But, it was a little invigorating to not pay for something I didn't get!

Confession

Hi.

My name is Paily.  I'm a reality TV show junkie.

Seriously.  I just found out that The Amazing Race started again.  And I was happy.

The Amazing Race, Celebrity Apprentice, Survivor, Project Runway, The Biggest Loser, Dancing with the Stars, The Voice... They make me happy.

Maybe it's because I have given up all of my normal life for being a mom.  It's the new "normal life".  But I miss the past normal life.  So now I live vicariously through the TV.  Well... I guess my old normal never involved world travel, fund raising competitions, living on a stranded island, designing cloths, losing lots of weight (but maybe it should...), lots of dancing, (wait, yes it did!), and yes, I sing, so some of it was my old life.

I just love watching people.  I enjoy seeing how they react in different situations.  I think that is also why I love blogs so much.  I get to learn more about people.  I don't know if it's the Psych major in me or what, but I LOVE PEOPLE!!

The good news is: most of these shows air on different days.  That means I don't have to spend hours every day watching TV.  Well, and I watch them all online so I can put it off.

I should probably get out more.  But I love watching a show while #1 takes a nap.  Just taking a moment for a bite to eat, a bathroom break, and some people watching does me good.

Random, I know.  But I thought I would share.

What are some of your vices?

Cause It's Cute

Many of you have seen this picture.  But, I'm sharing it anyway.

I'm sure nothing says "Happy Valentine's Day" like baby feet posed like a heart.  (Actually, I didn't pose her, she did it.)

Have a great day!

Similarities

#1 loves taking a bath.  She loves to kick, and splash, and she loves getting her hair washed. I love what it does to her hair.  I think it is so great when she looks at me like this:

 

Although... I do have to admit... Even though the growth rate of her hair can't keep up with the growth rate of her head, sometimes that face reminds me of this:

found here

It makes me happy.