Headphones on your neck don't make you a dee jay!

Some guy just showed up at our front desk wearing headphones around his neck asking to speak to our program director about an on-air job. Ahem. First of all...you don't just show up at a radio station...or ANY business for that matter and ask to have a meeting with someone...especially if you are interested in a job. Secondly... wearing headphones on your neck doesn't make you a dee jay....doesn't make you LOOK like a dee jay...just makes us crack up for 20 minutes at what a dork you are.

Weekend

I had a great weekend....a truly great weekend.

Friday night was my cousin Chris' wedding. Todd and I went. It was a typical wedding and nothing to out of the ordinary happened...except at the end of the night when we were leaving the reception. My mom HUGGED Todd goodbye - whoa. And then my dad said to Todd, "I have that exact same shirt and tie." And they joked back and forth about what good taste they have. This may not sound like a big deal to some people...but in my world...this is a whole NEW world.

Saturday I played in my High School Alumni Golf Tournament. There were about 70 players. And I had dated 8 of the guys there. Hahah! It was really nice to see everyone...truly. AND...I won "Longest Drive"...not sure HOW...but I did. After the tournament, I went over to the post-party. I chatted with a ton of people....caught up....had a few laughs...then realized that I wanted to be at Todd's....so I excused myself to head out. One of my buddies said to me, "What? Are you afraid of your past?" I replied, "Uh no....but I am gonna go see my PRESENT....see ya!" Whatever dude. I got to Todd's....took a shower...had dinner with him...and had a fantastic time.

Sunday morning I went to brunch with the girls. Yum! How I love brunch! Afterwards, I went home and laid on the couch and watched the Rockies game. Then.... Todd came over and I made turkey tacos. What a great weekend!

I am running a freaking day-care

I manage 20 employees....all under the age of 26. I got a phone call this Saturday from one of my street team guys while they were out working for the station saying that 2 of the girls were not "listening" to him. They were all apparently fighting and making a scene at the Rockies game. Sweet. I told them to calm down and knock it off and I called a meeting with all four of the team members this morning. I used a management technique called the "talking stick"...only the person WITH the "talking stick" may speak....no hum...ahhs... deep breaths....or any reaction of any kind from the other people in the room with the person with the "talking stick" is talking. The meeting is over...finally. I am sitting here just shaking my head. It was THE DUMBEST meeting ever....and I told them that. I told them that they need to take a good look at themselves and figure out a way to move past this incident...and to work to make sure they don't lose their cool again while representing my radio station. They should be embarrassed...and I am never gonna get that 30 minutes back again.

*SIGH* I am running a freaking day-care.

Speaking of 3rd time is a charm....

...I got my 3rd flat tire in my car since I have owned it (2 years) this morning. Todd had gotten back in town from his week-long trip to Vegas yesterday evening and I went over to his house and made him dinner. After a lovely evening, the morning sucked. Todd was ready to go to work at 7 am...so I packed up my stuff and he walked me to my car. Kiss kiss. Then he jumped in his car to head to work. I start to drive away to realize that my front driver side tire was flat... FLAT FLAT...to the rim flat! I got out of my car and paced around it for about 5 minutes...evaluating my opinions. He lives in east bum-fuck...so walking somewhere wasn't an option. Taking a cab home... would be about $80. Actually change the tire? I was not in the mood. What to do? It's hard for me to ask for help from anyone. I don't want to inconvenience people. I finally called Todd. Voicemail. He calls me back. By that time I had unloaded everything in the trunk and was contemplating using the Fix-A-Flat I had to get me to a tire store. Hum. Todd said to not do that.... he would be there in 15 minutes. He got there and hugged me about 10 times saying sorry for not making sure I left safely. He gave me the keys to his car...and he took his company car to work. He said he will fix it tonight after work. Ahhhh! What a sweetie! I guess my 3rd flat tire showed me what a CHARM Todd is! (Although, I already knew that.)

OH...and the 3rd wedding for my cousin Chris this past Friday...is actually THIS Friday. Nice. I wrote the wrong date in my day-timer. Chris had called me months ago to "Save The Date"...and when I got the invitation...I just filed it on that date he gave me a while back...without even looking at it. Thankfully, I didn't actually drive to the wedding...but I did start to get ready. Sheesh huh? Ha!

3rd time is a charm

I am going to my cousin Chris' 3rd wedding tonight. He's 35. He is remarrying his 2nd wife. We are all very happy that they are getting back together. His 2nd wife is an amazing woman...and they have a small daughter together. This IS truly a blessing. Maybe 3rd time is a charm. The only thing that I found odd was that the invitation didn't say "No Gifts". Do they actually expect us to bring them a gift? I know that my parents are...and they are not happy about it...but they try to be politically correct all the time. I might bring a card...and that is it. I bought a gift for the 1st and 2nd wedding...and all of the other engagement and reconciliation parties...I am not bringing one again. I have no idea what Emily Post would think of this...but this Emily says HELL and NO.

Hannah

Can I tell you how great it feels to know that I can go home after work...and I don't have to go melt in the surface-of-the-sun heat at softball practice? It's wonderful. I did love coaching, but I am gonna love having some free time again.

Last night my favorite little player, Hannah, called me at home to see if I was watching the USA vs Japan softball game on tv. Ahhhhhh! What a cutie. I answered the phone and I hear her voice, "Uh, Hi, Coach Emily? This is Hannah from the Eagles." Ahhhhhh! We chatted about softball and what she did that day. I told her that she should call me anytime that she wants to. I could hear the smile on her face in her voice. Cute! A few weeks ago at practice Hannah's dad told me that Hannah is actually his "shy one." Her twin sister is actually the outgoing one...and Hannah usually doesn't act this sassy. He told me that he thinks that softball has brought out something wonderful in her. Smile!

A special shout out to Em P...Happy Birthday friend!

Titles

There are many new titles in my life. I am now a sister-in-law. I have a brother-in-law. My sister is now a Mrs. I have been fighting at work to get Marketing added to my title...since I already do the Marketing...I want the title. But the title that I got this weekend makes the other titles seem less important. I got the title of girlfriend. Todd told me he didn't want me to see anyone else EVER again. Ahhhhhh!

The boyfriend Bermuda Triangle

The last 3 guys I have dated all disappeared after going to visit their parents in Vegas. True story. John, Danny & Jim. They went to Vegas...then I never heard from them again...or I did hear from them...and we broke up right away. Vegas is my "boyfriend Bermuda Triangle."

Now... Todd is going to Vegas. Yup! He leaves Monday for a full week. The first 3 days he will be in sales training for work...and the last 4 days he will be with his parents...they live in Henderson...just outside of Vegas. I had to crack up when he told me he was going. Honestly though, I don't think the power of the "boyfriend Bermuda Triangle" will swallow up Todd....but I did have to laugh.

Out of Range

Last night I got home from softball practice and was going through my mail. I opened a letter from my doctor. I had some blood work done a few weeks ago and figured it was my results. My doctor always runs a very detailed blood work up on me every year because I always run a fever of around 99-100 degrees. She can't figure out what's "wrong" with me...and I joke with her that I am just HOT. Ha! I don't think anything is "wrong" with me... I have always been like this. Anyway. I opened the letter and started freaking out because every thing was out of range... BAD out of range. I started frantically reading the brochure on What Your Blood Test Results Mean. I was freaking. I usually get a hand-written note from my doc saying "Perfect" or "You are very healthy, keep it up!" Gold star for Emily. Not this time. As I am reaching for the phone to call my mom...I look at the top... IT'S NOT MY TEST RESULTS. They were the results of a 71 year old woman. Sheesh! I called my doc this morning and read her assistant the riot act. Sheesh.

The BEST week

I am gonna break my rule of past and post about the guy I am dating. Man...I hope I don't jinx it. Ha! His name is Todd. He's 34. Gorgeous....inside and out. AND he's got his shit together. Our first date was on the 4th of July...we went and watched fireworks. Our 2nd date was Saturday...a BBQ at Cherill and Scot's house (Cherill's b-day). Our 3rd date...was a movie, Dave & Busters, dinner then to my house to watch TV. He's amazing. We already have plans for 3 nights this week. Wednesday he is making me dinner at his house. Friday he is coming to watch me coach. Sunday we are going to the Poison & Cinderella concert. Todd is a total gentleman...opens doors and the whole sha-bang....and tells me how beautiful I am all of the time. It's nuts. Last night he was saying a bunch of amazing things to me...and I poke him and say, "Are you real?" We cracked up. We have only dated for SIX days. It has been the best week ever.

Tipping 101

I am a good tipper. I waited tables for years...and I will reward good service with a great tip. I also understand that sometimes what can be viewed as bad service...is not the server's fault. If I am at a restaurant or bar and I am not getting the service that I feel I should...I find a manager....and POW... great service. I may get a snot-shot in my food...but the service is good. HA!

I was at brunch with a big group of girls a few weeks back. Our food was great. I was drinking coffee...and cup was always hot and fresh. Refill after refill. When it came time to pay... the girls started saying... "Oh yea, don't give her more than 8% at the most." I piped up, "Um... why are you only tipping 8%?" A couple of the girls felt like she should have asked them if they wanted more drinks. I said, "Well she asked once...you all said NO... and she was at the table at least 3 times to fill my coffee...you could have asked her then." Then they kept giving more excuses which were LAME! I told them that I was embarrassed...and a few grunted at me. THESE ARE MY FRIENDS! Ewh! I was horrified. I grabbed the pile of cash and credit card receipts and added up what the tip was. I had paid with cash....and had left a 25% tip. With my tip the total tip was actually around 7%. I poured every OUNCE of money in my purse and left it on the table. I wished I had paid with a credit card so I could add more tip. I scanned the restaurant for a cash machine...none. YUCK! I snuck out of the restaurant.

Last week I went to dinner and drinks with Emily S. Our pizza came out on the wrong crust...we wanted thin... it came out regular. The waitress apologized and brought us a thin crust. She was a little slow with our drinks...but she was slammed. Em is an ex-waitress too. And we both scanned the restaurant and saw how busy she was...and she was the only one there. The waitress bought us a free round of drinks. Our total tab was $30...and we tipped her $12. It wasn't HER fault that the kitchen didn't make the pizza thin crust. And it wasn't HER fault that she was slammed.

Folks, when tipping or judging a server's service...consider a couple things. How many servers are on the floor? Is the place packed? Did he/she just get 4 tables all at once? AND...if the food gets messed up....more often than not...it is the kitchen's fault...not the server. Just something to think about.