Random Boat Encounters

Elizabeth Scheller has requested that I not die, and I shall fulfill her request. At times, I am a people pleaser, but you musn't get used to it. I will only sometimes comply with the wishes of those I love and care about.

Anyway, being off of work this weekend (at the suggestion of the doc, whom I now love and care about) has demonstrated to me how much I need to leave my job. Not only is it physically beating my ass, but I am unhappy there. Just the other day, Dave Serpas says to me "Man, you need to leave this place. You used to be a ray of sunshine!" I looked at him and said "you're tellin' me!!" Shit, you think I don't know that? I'm out if this interview goes well on Tuesday.

I miss my friends that are currently overseas. I'm glad Megs, Roxie, and Fivos got to experience Europe, but this summer could have been 10 times better if they were home. But that's just me being selfish cause I miss them so much. :(

Pop and my sis just left for Mexico this morning. I had this terrible urge to join them. If I did not have my car to pay off, you better believe I would've been in that van right now.

I'm growing very tired of the routine aspect in my life. I'm anxious to get back to school to be stimulated by the material I learn and the people I encounter, but as far as money-making goes, I am filled to the brim with frustration and anxiety. Even Edgar's mom wants me to quit my job. She also said she wants me to get some balls. lol....I love her for being so blunt. It's part of what makes her so endearing.

I spent last night aboard a huge ship, celebrating the 48th annual Venetian Night at Monroe Harbor. My brother not only gets me out of potential tickets, he also gets me and my friends perks aboard ships. ;p We got to get on a members only ship (it's a yacht club) and we got wrist bands for free food and such. After gourging on free food (nothing tastes better than free food) we stood on the top deck watching the best display of fireworks we've ever seen. It was a very enjoyable evening, and I feel fortunate to have experienced it. This makes me wonder how much the members of the yacht club appreciate it. They get to go every year, what do they think of it? I probably won't ever be a member of a yacht club, I find it too pretentious, but I wonder how long it takes these people to lose sight of what they value. Anyway, I'm giving too much thought to the rich burgeousie pigs. At any rate, I had a beautiful night, and I'm appreciative of it.

QOTD
"You want me to do you?"
-Edgar- (this was not a sexual comment!)

"It smells like camping."
-Lilly-

This drawing REEEEEAAAALLLLLY makes me laugh

**PIC** This is my boy, Blue.**

YOU DIE NOW!!!: A Tale of Two Hospitals

Yes, you must say the title of this blog in an A for Asian accent; Otherwise, it loses its touch of hilariom and you will be the only tard not laughing.

***Before I get into the goings-on of last night, I must first wish Ms. Anna Gentry a verrry happy birthday. I hope you and Nikko had a romantic, alcohol filled night that had sexy results for the both of you. ;p Happy 21st Birthday Anita, I hope you got everything you wished for, well except a hangover, of course.***

So training the new servers was actually a very good experience. Diane was amazing in action. I learned so much by watching her method of teaching. She's thorough without being overwhelming.

In the middle of yesterday's training session, however, I found it increasingly difficult to breath. And as we all know, breathing is very important function in the act of living!! Not only could I not breath, but there was a horrible tightness in the left side of my chest. That was something I had never experienced. I had had a hard time breathing times before, but as far as the chest pains go, I had never been there.
I got myself home and Jess and Edgar took me to the emergency room. As I had guessed would happen, we had to wait some hours before I was even looked at. Except that when we arrived, I guess I started to hyperventilate. Some nurses checked my blood-sugar, blood pressure, and told me I needed to control my breathing if I didn't want to feel that tingly feeling in my face. I tried well enough and mananged to control that. Edgar and Jess left and my mom stayed with me until I was called. Soon after they left, I was happy to hear my name.

Momma and I followed the nurse. They made me change into that horrifying hospital gown. Mine was decked out with holes and tears in it. I felt like a princess. Anyhow, meanwhile, back at the ranch, a nurse came in to get something out of the room and tell me that she was my nurse and that she'd be back in five minutes. Five minutes, so you all know, now means thirty minutes. I didn't know that! That George Bush sure is making all sorts of changes as president!

So "five" minutes later, my nurse comes in and straps stickies onto my chest to monitor my heart-rate. She said "Ok, well, things look normal, tell me what happened today?" So I tell her my symptoms and all and she asks me all sorts of irrelevant questions. Finally I tell her what my worries were and she literally brushed it off like I was insane. She was nice, don't get me wrong, but I feel as if she did not listen. This was important to me because she is the one that starts up my chart to get the doc to come in and see me. If she dismisses what I'm telling her, the doctor will never come see me, which is exactly what happened. Momma and I were in there for TWO hours while nurses came in on two separate occassions to tell us that the doctor would be "right with us."

So either A. Loyola is understaffed as far as medical doctors go, or B. Loyola wants their patients to DIE NOW!!!

Not that I was anywhere near death, but shit, at least get someone that went to medical school in there to tell me SOMETHING!! I walked out of the hospital still not knowing what the hell was wrong with me.

After 2 hours had passed, I made my mother get the nurse and she goes "I'm sorry, we're just reaaaaally busy, there are a lot of verrrry sick people here." I gave her this look like, "hello, we're all sick, that's why we're in the emergency room!" and just said "then you know what, we'll just leave." She told me I'd be better off leaving anyway and then just advised me to take a couple pills of Motrin. Thanks for the advice, bitch, but I did not have cramps or a headache.

Note to self: Avoid hole-y hospital gowns and neglect, next time go to Rush Presbyterian because the Jesuits hate you.

So what ended up happening is that Lilly took me to Good Samaritan Hospital, which is in Downers Grove. Much to my delight I was registered and triaged RIGHT away, and within an hour and a half or so, I was already in a bed. This, in contrast with the monkey business at Loyola was so much more pleasant and reassuring.

I was out by 5 a.m. Ok, let's paint the picture. I arrived at Loyola at around 9-ish on Wednesday and did not leave til 3:30 a.m. and a doctor had NOT seen me whatsoever. Hmmm...6.5 hours and no treatment....

I arrived at Good Sam's at around 10:30 ish, was there till about 5 and had FOUR essential tests done already. I got an x-ray, and EKG, a CAT-scan, and blood tests. Now, it could be that Good Sam is a suburban hospital, but technically, so is Loyola. And now, I would take Good Sam over Loyola ANYTIME. Loyola told me in so many words that I was not important enough to treat. I thoroughly comprehend the notion that some may have to take precedence over others, but shit, to be told that I'd be better off leaving is a joke. Loyola is a joke.

Shit, I know the school and the hospital make enought money from all of us, so hire another frackin doctor or two. I maintain, the Jesuits hate me.

Oh yes, the test results. One of my blood tests came up abnormal for blood clotting. This is why I had to have that horrid CAT-scan done. However, the CAT-scan was normal and I guess the blood-test is a fat liar. Nonetheless, I was "diagnosed" with acute chest pain musculoskeletal. Dontcha wish your chest pain was cute like mine? Haaaa...soo sorry...I couldn't resist. He advised that I do not lift shit for a couple of days. I guess I am straining my muscles too much at work when I lift close to my own weight everyday. Suffice it to say that I have a job interview on Tuesday. The new job has NOTHING to do with soups and salads unless I get hungry, and yes, it is a nice office-setting job. If I do not get this job, I will have to join Brad in his world and find a sugar-daddy to pay off my car, phone, and tuition bills. This is not to say that Brad has a sugar-daddy.

Check out this little diddy- it's a blast from the past...it's so delicious, yet so sexy...Oh California Raisins.. http://www.x-entertainment.com/downloads/commercials/california.html

QOTD
"Whassa matta'? You don' know who yo' daddy is? That's OK, you mama don' know either. She was der when it happen' n she don' even know!"
-Random black girl in Loyola's emergency room lobby talking to an infant.-

"Your chesticles are exposed."
-Lilly-

"If they're not man-berries, I don't care."
-Lilly-

"It's all Edgar's fault."
-Sandy discussing my illness-

"Hopefully they'll be thin like him with big boobs like me."
-Kate discussing future children with Jacob-

"Well, maybe if I get that time machine I've been saving up for...."
-Kate-

"Then we can have discreet sexual encounters..."
-Jacob....sad part is, he's talking about my boyfriend.-

Who missed me?

Hola senores y senoritas! (I couldn't find the Ns with the atilda/squigglies over them, so DEAL WITH IT!)

It's your old pal Lizzle Cake, back to make you smile with some warm fuzzy thoughts.

Actually, I have no intention of making you kids smile, and since we all know it's summer, the last thing we need is something warm and fuzzy... warm fuzzy things are for WINTER MONTHS!

Actually, I have only a brief query for you fine folks!

I was thinking about who I would cast to play certain people, if I were to make a movie about my life... At present I am drawing a blank on who should play our dear, sweet, charming Mendez.

Anyone know any famous mexican actresses who have giant eyes, and who don't have an ounce of fat on their entire bodies??

Yeah, I couldn't come up with anything... so if you know something, or someone I don't, then please stop by and leave a comment!

Tootles!

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Bang-a-rang, Rufio!

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Moonglasses & Lip Condoms....Patent Pending

I like when certain people come into your life, and you know they're there for a reason, but you can't quite figure out just why. A few weeks ago, I served an elderly couple at work. The Macke's...consisting of Don and Gloria, were the best thing to come along in a looong time. Mr. Macke is a genius in his own right. I am considering adopting this man and his wife as surrogate grandpappies. He shared with me one of his favorite sayings, which is: "The only thing we have of real value in this life is one another." I can't thank him enough for that.

Mikey Fitz got his job back at the OG. Poor guy shoulda taken his ticket out and ran!!

I'm helping to train the new class at the OG bc there are 8 tardos who thought it would be a good idea to work in Satan's lair.
You know what this means? This means I will only have ONE day off from my hell and the rest will be spent training these creeps how to be a server. More than half of them will be gone within the month anyhow.

Poor Edgar is sick as a dog. He started feeling really sick on Thursday when we went to go see a play at the Drury Lane. But on Friday, he had to call off of work he was that sick. Needless to say, I did not get properly kissed this weekend. :( lol...no, seriously though, I hope he feels better soon. He was pretty drained today. Somehow we still managed to stuff our faces at New Pot tonight for dinner. My lovely niece Sandra joined us. She's 18 and off to college in a month. Talk about depressing....

Lilly, you are a phenoooomenal friend, man. Thank you for the way you care. Thank you for the way you open up. Thank you for being you. I hate that you've been going through the crap you've been going through, but I love to see you grow. I've seen you change so much within the last year. I love you even if you have miniballs. p.s. you should check out the song called "The River" by Toby Lightman...you might like it...and have I ever been wrong?

QOTD
"Well, it was nice bullshitting with you."
-Edgar's mom Carmen after talking with us.-

"Diana, can I go home? I think I have the herpes."
-Arby-

"Goodnight, ovary ears."
-Lilly-

"Don't make me get fat and emotional on you."
-Arby-

"I'm sweating on my eyelids."
-Dave Reiter-

"They look like they just got done hanging out with TuPac."
-Leo, racially profiling my tables.-

"Ugh, don't pinch me when I'm bent over, I feel fat."
-Nick N.-

"Mami? Where'd you travel just now?"
-Juliana after observing me all spaced out.-

"Have you ever read a book?!"
-Dave Reiter being condescending to Arbucks.-

"You know what Mendez? You're just a tyrant!"
-My manager, Jess-

"I'm not really gay, I'm just greedy."
-Oliver-

"They're like little french fries....(giggle)....little frenchies!"
-Greg looking at my fingers.-

"I look like I should be running a dry cleaner, you look like you should be selling oranges on the highway."
-Oliver (he looks reaaaallly Asian.)-

"I think they were yelling at him for sucking!"
-Nick talking about D.C.-

Me: (kinda tipsy) Man, the moon is soooo bright! I freekin need sunglasses!
Lilly: No, you need moonglasses.

"You think we could kiss if we put like a plastic bag between us? like lip condoms? Hmm...there's an invention somewhere in that!"
-Edgar- (he got sick this weekend)

"When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep"

Hadn't stepped out of my air conditioned room but to take a pee and I'm quite content here in my messy room. I have animal crackers and raisinettes by the bucket in here, as well as a few bottles of water, so I think I'll be O.K. till the next time nature calls.

You see, the A.C. in my house is busted. This also means that the heater was busted in the winter...stupid sexy central air isn't so sexy anymore.

So by nightfall, we attempted to give the outdoor film festival a whirl. It was nice except for the part where there were thirty-thousand people there, as well as mosquitos for ALL of us!! The featured film was Annie Hall, a Woody Allen film. It was pretty funny, what we heard of it anyway.

Since we couldn't see jack, we got up and walked to millenium park. It was nice to go there. Edgar and I had our first date there approximately a month ago. We went back to the little fountain where we made our wishes, and figured since our first wishes came true when we used nickels, we'd try our luck again, this time with quarters!

There is a child-like essence in the act of wish-making. I thoroughly enjoy it. I like sharing things like that with Edgar, I like making memories as innocent as those with him. I'm not even thinking of him as my boyfriend as I write this. I like that he and I are fostering a profound connection rooted in respect. I forget how hard it is to maintain a relationship. It does take work. Friendships, familial ties, romantic relationships...they all require a critical amount of attention and effort. I can sit here and say that I love my friends, family, and Edgar, but I can only prove that to them and myself (in the most effective manner) at moments when the going is tough. There's a lot of pride stirring around many relationships that makes it almost impossible to be close to somebody. This, coupled with miscommunication, makes for very dismal, bleak connections with other people. I'm trying to be done with all of that.

Lizzle started bartending school and I am very proud of her actually!! I think she'll be in all her glory mixin and shakin and of course chuggin on the sly. Can't wait for you to make me a vodka gimlet! (I like em limey!)

Thanks for a nice evening out, friends (and bf). :)

QOTD
"Best pedestals forever!"
-Lilly-

"I love these pants! They're so slimy and smooth!"
-Edgar-

"Kiss my eyeball!"
-Edgar-

"Hey, some of us are constipated, you know!"
-Randy-

"I need your balls!"
-Anna-

"I love working here. Everyone always tells me how hot I am."
-Nick-

"They're gonna take over the world!"
-Random white guy @ the Joyce talking about Mexicans.-

This One Goes Out to Ed & Janel, This Weekend's Kind Strangers

Turns out my AOL works again and I had to go through 167 emails that I had received while my shit was busted. My favorite email from the junk mail pile was one titled "Of the late Frank Mendez." The email itself started "Dear Mendez,"
LOL I like that it just started off like that. Anyway, it was supposedly from some man with an African sounding name who was Frank Mendez' financial advisor. And according to Mr. Africa, my family and I were the next of kin to the late Frank Mendez and we were entitled to half of his inheritance. The other half, in case it crossed your mind, would be going to Mr. Africa himself. So, the email closed with a request for all of my personal information so we could get the ball rolling on getting Frank Mendez' money. LMAO....Poor Frank...perched on some cloud, playing a harp, looking down on the niece (or cousin, or sister, or aunt...who knows...I could've even been Frank's mother) who never even knew he existed because...wait, what?! He probably never existed himself!!! That's crazy talk!!!

Random things make my world go round.

I experienced countless little acts of kindness this past weekend. They were small, but soooo noticeable, that I felt the urge to mention them here. At the picnic Edgar, Haley, and I went to on Saturday, it would be a while before the food was made and Haley was walking around going "Num Num" which roughly translates into "Bitch, I'm hungry, make me a sammich."
So, Ed, one of the parishioners from Priscilla's church (Priscilla is Edgar's sister) offered to stop at Popeyes to get Haley some food to hold her over. This man came back with mac n' cheese, mashed potatoes, and some chicken for Haley, and WE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW HIM. When he came back, I asked him how much we owed him and he refused to take any money. That's some pay-it-forward action right there.

On a similar note, a girl named Janel commented on a post I had written requesting prayers for Edgar. She wrote that she would be praying for us, along with a prayer circle to whom she had submitted the petition (prayer request.) Tell me that's not something special!!!
Thank you, Janel. Your prayers are appreciated to the fullest extent and you are also in our prayers!!!

I finally get to see my Anna Gentry after years (actually, it's more like two months, but I like to think that I can be as dramatic as I'd like here on my blog) on Tuesday for the outdoor film festival!!!

My sweet Edgar takes amazing care of me wherever we go. The man watched Haley so I could eat on Saturday, and then when we got to Laura's BBQ, he fixed my plate for me!! He is sweet that way. To me, those were little acts of kindness right along the lines of what I mentioned above and I appreciate him doing things like that for me. He looks out for me like you would not believe. **Thank you buba!!!**

Bradwell, I miss you. The end. :(

Randy, there is no one else on the planet that I call Randy. Maybe that's because I don't know anyone that's really named Randy. Of course I was talking about you, guface!! Oh, and thanks for the Fuzzy Wuzzy text message. It was the first thing I saw when I woke up and it confirmed that you are a tard.

Lizzle, it's a damn shame your phone company sucks at life. Now, paint me something pretty you hooch. ;p

QOTD
"Jerry needs some Jerry juice."
-Jerry my manager behind the bar.-

"Did you take a shower today? You look different.."
-Reiter being an ass.-

"Oh Mendez, why do I want to hump you every time I see you?"
-Nick- (I don't know his last name!!!!)

"It's not fun if your plane's goin' down!! What about sharks?!"
-Jodi discussing her fear of flying- (lol....sharks)

"If your plane went down, I think you'd be too dead to worry about sharks."
-Eric-

"Hurry it up there, Alloysious."
-Steve....yep...he was talking to me.-

My Love of Being Clean and A List of Things I Hate

I hate that feeling you get when you've been walking around all day in a puddle of your own sweat and you think you smell so bad because your sticky skin can't mean anything other than stinkiness. Yes, I hate that.

You know what else I hate? I hate that STUPID Spain beat Mexico at the soccer game I went to today. I hate the stupid beaner that threw the cup of beer and got Edgar and I to block it with our faces!! No, not cool.

The game, however, was immense fun. Although I now understand why my father did not want to take me to a game there. The paisas get rowdy, man!! They're standing there yelling "Culero!!!" and "Pinche arbitro ilegal!" It was completely amusing except for the part where a cup of beer landed on me and my boyfriend.

I hate that Bradwell no longer works at the Olive Garden. Ally was already on her way out, so I was already mentally prepared for that loss, but Bradwell.....that's a different story.
There aren't very many people there who genuinely make it suck less. Bradwell made it suck less a lot. Nonetheless, Bradwell, I hope you are on your way to becoming an astronaut, just like I had planned for us. I hope I see you again soon. Never let go, Jack, never let go.


I hate that AOL is a piece of shit and for some mysterious reason has cut off my AIM and email service. What a bunch of hoochie bastards. I should kick them all in the neck and in the unmentionables. So, yes, do not send me emails at aol anymore. Send them to Nenny82@sbcglobal.net

Man...I'm a hater today.

So, now here I sit, after a kick ass shower that I was dying for since the afternoon, verrrry sleepy, and ready to relax in my airconditioned room till I have to wake up for church tomorrow. Cleanliness....it's a goddam dream. Edgar and I had to stop at his house and refresh the hell up before we went anywhere. We were a nasty mess and I'm sure we weren't pleasant to smell. It wasn't so hard...we just used a soapy rag to tide us over till real showers could take place. We discussed this and we agreed that being dirty is for losers, and losers we are not!

Laura threw an amazing BBQ for her Eddie and I had a GREAT time there tonight after the soccer game.

Lola, thanks for the "goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaallllllllllllllllll" voicemail. It was hot. he-he-he...(do that like Paris)

QOTD
"Where's Stephen?"
-Stephen pretending to look for himself.-

Babies Wear Me Out

I hate guys that don't appreciate the beautiful (not just aesthetically beautiful, I'm talking the whole 9 yards) women that are in their lives. I hate that they make them feel unappreciated, and I especially hate that their heads are SO far up their asses that they think the woman is at a loss when the relationship ends, not themselves. I hate men that feel the need to LIE to cover their asses instead of being men and owning up to what they've done. Faking that you have an illness that makes you do bad things is just like saying "the devil made me do it." I do, however, like the after-the-fact knowledge one gains when everything is sorted out mentally. I like the laugh that follows that means...."and I thought I would never get past that."

I love little baby girls with incomparable spirits. I'm secretly referring to my niece Haley. Babysitting her today wore the shit outta me. She's restless, but OOOOOhhhh so cute and hilariom.

I accompanied Edgar to a very important doctor's visit tonight. Please pray that he is well.

I like watching my mother interact with her clients at her beauty shop. She is so loved by these people. That's what businesses were like in the old days. I like that my mom's shop probably reminds people of the good old days, where you can walk into the market, or the butcher, or any local establishment and simply converse with the person that runs it. I like the personable feel of a privately owned business.

Sillian, your new hair-do makes me want to be a lesbian. Don't tell Edgar.

Edgar, your affection is out of this world. I will never be a lesbian. Don't tell Lilly.

Sandy, I miss your stupid ass. Call me.

Sherly, MAHAL KITA. ;) Yeah I speak your damn language!!! ;p

QOTD
"Gimme those figs."
-Edgar, talking about my lips.-

"MUAH my God do I love you! Oh yeah, that's right, THANK YOU GOD! You sent me one heck of a soulmate! I'll take good care of her, I promise!"
-Edgar multitaskingly (word?) conversing with me and God in a text message.-

Frustration Floats in and Kicks my Arse

It's no secret that I hate the OG. I mean I HATE IT. Well if I hate it so much, why have I been there for three years? I haven't always hated it, and at this point, I suppose you can say I just blindly herded myself into a despicable routine.

My co-workers used to make it not so bad, and some of them still do; however, it's getting harder and harder to even crack a real smile while I'm there. As soon as I get out of my car to walk towards the door to start a shift, this wave of a mini-depression washes over me and I feel miserable.

What I didn't remember while my eyes swelled up with tears after receiving a $.69 tip from the dicknose known as 'toscana guy'at the end of the night was that this job is only a means to an end. This job is what me and Dave call "eating shit" before we get to be big timers.

Edgar calmly reminded me that we have a very bright future together, and that it's not as far away as it seems. He reminded me that that job does not define me. He reminded me of our fantastic plan to open up a center for people who need help, and that we are going to give whatever kind of help we are able to give.

David reminded me that I have to trust myself. I have to trust that I won't let myself become complacent in that dump. He also told me that I always have to trust God. That goes without saying, and is already being done.

But all of these things are so hard to do when you're in such a miserable establishment where really are you are is a shift coverer.

So thank you Brad, thank you Arbuckle, thank you Reiter, Arby, Leo, Ricky, Valentin, Valerina, Davina, Olmstead, Jeffrey, Greg...etc...thank you all for making the place not suck so much when I'm there. We all know the suck factor at that place is through the roof.

QOTD
"Tell him I said 'kisses on his pink parts.'"
-Oliver telling me to relay a message to Edgar.-

"How ya hangin Mendez? Long and hairy, hard to carry?"
-Gay Nick...who apparently thinks I have a weenis.-

"If you wanna find a rich lover, this is the place."
-Dessi-

"And then there was a really great 'rate my poo....'"
-Bradwell-

"Buckle up, biotch!"
-Greg-

"There's a guy dying at the bar."
-Reiter observing an old man.-

"Whatcha text messaging?! Dirty stuff????"
-Bradwell being a brat as I text messaged Edgar.-

"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit..."

Pray for the strength of Edgar. Those of you who believe in prayer, please pray for his strength.

I'll start by telling you about a terrifying experience I went through last year. Last year, I took a course titled Roman Catholicism. In that same year, prior to taking that class, a deep conversation with a friend over coffee took my mind into the depths of questioning what I always "just knew" about my faith. I wxplored my faith in the most thorough ways I knew how. I even considered the idea that I could be practicing the wrong religion because I was so ignorant about Catholicism. I did not know why I believed what I believed. I followed because that was the right way to be.

So, one night last year, my year of questioning, I laid down on the couch in my living room with my arm draped over my forehead as I usually do. Just as I was on the brink of sleep, I heard a whisper in my left ear, and my eyes shot wide open in sheer terror. I tried to say something, but nothing came out. I tried to get up and run, but found that it felt as if I wasn't being allowed to have any mobility at all. I felt paralyzed. I couldn't even take my arm off of my head. My first thought, my first instinct was to bless myself. I couldn't even do that, it was as if something wasn't letting me. So I used the power of thought against whatever the heck this was. I imagined the cross. I focused intently on the image of the cross in my head for what seemed like an eternity, but was more like a minute. Ten seconds later, I was able to pry my arm off of my head and bless myself. Then followed the rest of my body. I kicked my leg up in a strange manner, as if I was breaking through tape, and got up and ran upstairs to my mother's room, where I burst in in a panicked mess. I told her what had just happened and she blessed me and grabbed the holy water and blessed the living room.

Nothing like that ever happened to me again, but I get chills every time I think about it.
Edgar tells me that something very similar happens to him once in a while in his room.

Now, tonight, we were in his room talking for a long while about religion. We spoke thoroughly about Christ, we spoke about prayer, we spoke about miracles, and about faith. It was an intense conversation in which he admitted to me: "Jenny, I'm changing." I asked him if he'd go to a church with me tomorrow, and he quickly agreed. Soon after, we looked at the time (it was late) and he walked me downstairs. Right before we reached the door, we BOTH turned around at the EXACT same time and he asked me "did you hear something?" I had thought that it was my imagination, but when he asked me that, I told him that I could have sworn someone said his name. He agreed. Now, what I didn't tell him was that that voice that whispered it sounded like the voice of a man, and Edgar is the only man that lives there with his family. He peeked his head around and said "Hello?" No response. We literally shook it off and he walked me out, we hugged and kissed, and that was that.

Half an hour later, he called me on the phone with that panic in his voice that I had when it happened to me. I immediately thought of the voice whispering his name. The hairs on my arms stood straight up and I had to try so hard to keep my composure because I was just as freeked out that it happened, but he was calling me to calm his nerves. Yes, it happened to him.
It wasn't exactly the same, but similar enough with the common sense of terror over-taking your body, making you feel trapped and so lost. I reminded him of the whisper and he said it sounded like his brother, who of course, was not there. Point is, he also heard a male voice whisper his name.

I asked him to pray with me and we recited the "Our Father." I told him to hold on to the rosary I had given him just one or two days before. Then he asked "Can it hurt me?"
I knew the answer right away, but had a hard time collecting my thoughts fast enough to explain it to him. I knew exactly what he was asking. In the book "The Life of St. Antony" by Saint Athanasius, St. Antony goes through something verrrrry similar to this, except the feeling of terror is described as evil spirits. Antony's task was to defeat them and be able to discern when they were there and that they were bad. St. Antony always used to bless himself as a sort of shield against these spirits. What struck me about reading this, was that I had not read this book prior to when this happened to me, but my first instinct was to bless myself.

That's why I had Edgar pray over the phone with me. I made him bless himself. I also wished I had never left his side. He said he knew it was going to happen, and that it happened just as he was falling to sleep. Funny how a whisper preceeded this terrifying event for both of us.
He said that while it happened, first he thought of me and that then, for the first time, he turned to God, but didn't quite know how to reach out to Him for help.

If you don't comprehend this, or if you don't want to hear this, by all means, just leave it alone. But if you at all have any relevant input, I welcome it. The reason I write about this is because I want to ask you to pray for him. This man is extremely important to me and so is the strengthening of his faith in God. I believe, without question, in the extreme power of prayer. Tonight, I woke my mother up to tell her what happened and she and I prayed a rosary for Edgar. I sent him a text message and he did not respond, I think he fell asleep. I think the rosary being prayed for him eased him into sleep. I wanted him to rest assured that he is well-protected. God is truth, evil is everything that truth is not. Truth is always stronger than falsity. So, when he asked me if he could be hurt, I responded "no." The light, the truth of our ever-loving God is infinitely more powerful than the trickery and deceptive ways of evil.

It's 4:35 a.m. and I am awake, concerned for my Edgar. Prayer eased my fright, but I am still concerned. I beg of those of you who believe in prayer to pray for Edgar, who is on the brink of something so beautiful and life-altering...he is about to fully discover faith in God.

"Awake from your slumber.
Arise from your sleep.
A new day is dawning for all those who weep.
The people in darkness have seen a great light.
The Lord of our longing has conquered the night.
Let us build the city of God.
May our tears be turned into dancing.
For the Lord, our Light, and our love...
has turned the night into day.
We are sons of the morning, we are daughters of day.
The One who has loved us, has brightened our way.
The Lord of all kindness has called us to be..
A light for all people to set their hearts free.
God is light, in God there is no darkness..."
-from the hymn "City of God"

It's 2:30 in the a.m. and Apparently I am Lilly's Bitch

Wasn't planning on blogging today, but Lilly said I had to. So here I am with nothing to say, really because it's 2:30 in the morning and I worked a long arduous shift at the OG today, and I want to sleep.

Friday night, I listened to Drum & Bass for the first time. My first impression was that it was strange. I couldn't find the underlying rythm...because that's what I'm used to. After sitting there, talking while it played in the background, I heard the common beats. It's actually quite fun to dance to because you can do WHATEVER the hell you want to and still look like you know how to dance. Lilly and I even threw in the robot a couple of times.

Saturday night I napped with my Edgar after we watched t.v. Lindsay Lohan SUCKED on SNL. The good thing is that Coldplay saved the show. Edgar and I were mesmerized by Chris Martin's voice!

At work today I served yet ANOTHER table with such intolerable B.O. that I had to hold my breath everytime I neared the table so as to avoid gagging in his face. This guy made the whole section reek.

This week, remember:
*It's important to pick your battles.
*Sometimes, you need to be reminded that you deserve much more
*Lap dances cure all emotional woes
*Wearing NO deodorant leaves you friendless because no one can come within a one-mile radius from you because you just smell THAT bad.
*If you ever need to ask someone something, or say something, just let it out.
*Steve and Brad are so good at cheering people up.
*Look up into the nighttime sky, it's so surprising sometimes.
*Things happen because they have to happen.
*Some people just aren't worth the fight, some are.
*Thank God for what you've been blessed with and pray for those you have not heard from.
*Buy a damn ear-piece for your cell phones.
*Terrorists are still on the prowl, it seems.

I can't post the qotd's with me bc I don't want to misquote. (I don't have the sheet I wrote them down on...) much love. sleep beckons me.

to lighten the mood. . .

Well everyone, I think we all need a good laugh, and what better way than to laugh at, oops I mean with, someone we all know. So here's some incriminating pictures I took when the Nenster stayed at my abode in Niles.

Sorry Lo-Lo, but Humans Still Suck More

So hamsters eat their babies ey? Two words: Jeffrey Dahmer.
Same shit, but even more despicable because...well, ewww cannibalism!!
Lola, some sick fucks blew up a bomb in a subway and on a bus in London today, and you want me to think that humans don't suck as much as they do. Times like these, I actually wish Dahmer was alive to eat terrorists, rapists, and other stupid people in general. He'd have himself a frackin feast, that little bitch would never go hungry. Seems like there's an endless supply of the kind of people Dahmer should dine on: Paris Hilton, Tom Cruise and any other Scientology follower..it's just not normal, the entire Al-Qaeda (sp?), Howard Stern, the KKK, Eminen and all other white folk who think they're black, Kevin Federline and his trashy wife whose name is not worth mentioning, Vin Diesel, Rich greedy bastards, people who order soup and salad, drug dealers, gang bangers, ghetto mexicans, Starr Jones, Michael Jackson, Anyone who sings reagetton (ie Daddy Yankee and whoever did the gasolina song,) Priests who molested small children, Lindsay Lohan...and the list continues...if you think of anyone else you'd like to add, feel free to comment in the comment section.

So to quote Mr. Jack Johnson, (who by the way, would not be eaten) "Where'd all the good people go?!"

Please don't assume that I think that EVERYONE sucks. No, you're right, there are good people in the world. You, Lola, are one of them. But DAMN....they sure are hard to come by.

People suck, still not changing my mind on this one. Well, for now, anyway.
Tomorrow night, we party at the Hunt Club!!! yowsa!! Ewwww...Mark!!!

QOTD
"You don't seem too concerned, Jenny. You'll care when my 3rd eye has a laser."
-Kate-

"It's kind of like 'rate-my-boobs' but different."
-Bradwell on the 'rate-my-poop' website.-

Puppies,Duct Tape, and the Atrocities of Humanity: An Entry of Regrettable News

A visit with my Davey never fails to make me aware of how easy it is to lose hope in humans.
I tried to argue against Dave's theory that people are shit and that he'd bet more money on a dog being more loyal. Of course, this conversation started when I reminded Dave how much I disliked animals. He sat beside me and cooed "But why Nen?! (He points at his dog, Hollywood) That nimrod right there will sit next to me and listen to my stories of heartbreak and lick my face to make me feel better, and won't turn her back on me, in turn a goddam human would stab me if he had to. Nen, you don't ever see a dog going to the hardware store to buy duct tape to bind and rape little puppies puppies like some sick fucks out there. You've never seen a lion shoot a rhino. You don't see giraffes stabbing each other!"

After laughing due to mental images of animals committing such barbaric acts, I let the idea sink in that maybe he's right...and that maybe I did not have a strong argument against his theory that sooo many humans are shit, and that animals at the zoo reeking wasn't a good enough reason to dislike animals when really, humans do some fucked up things that should strip away our right to be known as a "civilized" species.

Don't know if it was by coincidence, but I came home, plopped down in front of my computer, and turned on the tv to channel 5 where there was a re-broadcast of the 10 p.m. news.
I immediately turned around when the newscaster, Renee Ferguson started talking about how a 23 year-old woman, who is mentally still a baby, was harmed. She didn't say how she was harmed, but instead, cut to a reel of the 23 year-old's mother in tears saying: "I don't know who would do this...or how many times it was done, or why it was done..."
Moments later, they revealed that this poor girl was 7 months pregnant. SOME SICK ANIMAL BASTARD impregnanted this woman who according to her mother, probably has no clue she is pregnant, or even knows what it is to be pregnant.

WHO DOES THAT? They showed footage of this girl getting an ultrasound and I shit you not, I cried on the spot. The mental capacity of this woman did not even exceed that of my 3 year-old niece, and here she was getting an ultrasound for a child conceived of rape! What the fuck is this world coming to goddamit. And why the hell would you leave your sick child in the care of an institution that was known for being faulty with the care it provides for its patients? Don't believe me? Check out this article from '03: www.nbc5.com/news/2615063/detail.html

That's what's wrong with America, dammit. We do everything inconsequentially and then we run from our responsibilities when it blows up in our faces. My niece Haley has down syndrome and my brother and sister-in-law knew that they were in for the long-haul when they declined the offer to abort her (pfft, as if a child with down syndrome wasn't a child.) Now those are parents, dammit. Those are parents because Haley is a lifelong commitment as is any other child with mental or physical impairments. You don't dump them off for someone else to "care" for them because no one will ever care as much as you can.

So, tonight, Dave is right. Fuck people. You'd never catch a lion doing that. In the meantime, keep the prayers coming for this poor victim and her family...and trust that God will handle the barbarian who did that to her accordingly.

"Make it romantic!!! Hurry!!!" -Edgar-

I like how my blog is being used as a means of communication for everyone. It's soooo cool!!! Always feel free to do so!! Ollie, you'll finally be able to get rid of that stinky squid.

Meghan, if you read this soon, please know that I miss you dearly. It's not the same without you. You're not missing a whole lot at work. Unless you like to serve gluttonous (word?) pigs that don't find anything wrong with eating SEVEN bowls of zuppie-T. Oh also if you don't mind waiting on tables that think it's OK to NOT wear ANY deo.

Secretly...well, maybe not so secretly, I am extremely unsatisfied at the O.G. I have fallen into a pattern of comfort there and I have known this for a while. Man, that job makes me feel bad for anyone that has to work there, myself included. Don't get me wrong, I'm not throwing a pity party and inviting everyone, but the OG reaaaaallly blows. Even some of my managers are dying to get the hell out of there and get a "real" job.

If anyone knows where I can buy a real job, please contact me. ;p

Not gonna lie...I'm scared shitless to graduate. I'm scared shitless to fully transition from Jenny the young lady to Jenny the woman who has to have her shit together all the time.

Sorry guys, I'm awfully pessimistic today, so I'll cut it short now.
Here is your MAAAASSSSSSIVE Qotd section.

QOTD
"Make it romantic!!! Hurry!!"
-Edgar trying to kiss me as fireworks were shooting in the air-

"Yes they are stupid! Don't fuckin' tell me they're not stupid!"
-Lilly hating on dogs.-

"I don't know about Lilly. I think that's a step down from Mapquest."
-Edgar hating on Lilly's directional impairment-

"Well if Mariana and that fat cousin of ours didn't say anything, I wouldn't be so sad with myself!"
-Jessica-

"I got yo man, now I'm gonna get yo discount!"
-Lilly-

"I ain't felt a pelvis in so long.."
-Ed-

"Well I'm disappointed in your disappointedness!"
-Steve-

"It's my baptizer!"
-Steve waving around a stick-

"Breadsticks...they're so fat and salty!"
-Juliana-

"There I was looking white as hell!"
-Jess the manager on his experience in Mexico-

"Everyday I see you, you seem fatter and fatter!"
-Eri- (thanks, pal!)

LEO: (to Jerry our manager who caught him sitting down on the clock) Don't kick me!
JERRY: Why should I hurt my foot for you?

"How's your ziti, Steve? Ziti-licious?!"
-Nick-

"That wasn't happy laughter. That was 'I'm gonna stab Oscar in the eye' laughter."
-Davina our culinary manager-

"Who wants to go to the managers and ask for permission to misuse 52 coasters?"
-Isidor wanting to turn coasters into palying cards-

"Does it taste like strawberries?? Or babies???"
-Steve- .....lol....yeah...I don't know either...

"I'm in the dungeon of life.."
-Davina- (we all are when we're at the OG, Davina!!!)

**Picture** Fun times @ Beviamo. Forgot the dude's name, the one in the white. But the hot ones on the right are my Poodles!!

"Did Somebody Lose Dey Baby?" -Cashier @ Target-

Yes, Edgar & I thought it would be a good idea to go to the Target in Cicero. We must have temporarily forgot that it was in Cicero.

True Story. That Qotd from the title really did happen. They cashier was yelling out at the customers in line, asking if someone had lost dey baby. I don't know if the kid was claimed. We should've kidnapped her, just to teach her mother a lesson. Oh, but WAIT. There's more. I was looking at something along the wall when all of a sudden, I hear a baby crying. Judging by the sounds of the cry, the baby couldn't be any older than 5 months. I turn to my left, and there is a little tiny black boy screaming his lungs out in the middle of the aisle in a baby carriage that is in a random ass shopping cart. I watched the baby for a couple of minutes when out comes mama yelling "SHUT. UP." Good idea, bitch. Leave him alone in the middle of the aisle, he can take care of himself, he's about 4 months old now. And if he cries because he's been abandoned, come back and yell in his face. Yeah!!! That oughta do it! Way to devastate his inner child, you assclown!!

(How's that for rude and obnoxious, Bradwell?!)

I need to tell the world...and by world I mean my blog readers, that I love Edgar's family. They are soooo frackin cool. Mama V. makes me laugh because she's incredibly honest- she don't take ANYONE'S crap and I love that about her. Priscilla is amazing!! She's a fantastic mother and soo smart and caring. Then of course there is baby Aidan...mmmm...smooches...he's tooo cute for words, and also verrry smart; we watched Land Before Time tonight!! I have yet to meet the big brother. Edgar calls him "night" because he says they are as different as night and day. Hahaha, that has to be interesting.

Bradwell owes me Lemonheads....he gets away with this ONLY because he owns QOTD today.

QOTD
"We stole a wheelchair from American Airlines!!!!!!!!"
-Joseph- (I wish you could've heard the excitement in his voice!"

"Shut up jello balls!"
-Lilly-

"I got yo man, now I'm gonna get yo discount!"
-Lilly-

"Maybe I should start my own religion...."
-Bradwell- (he said this in a very pensive tone..)

"Bow to me, for I am a wealthy man, I have made $7 off of my 1st 3 tables!"
-Bradwell-

"I don't care that much about shaving; She can be a gorilla...as long as she's a female gorilla."
-Bradwell-