Waiter Rant

This past Saturday Aaron and I went to my favorite restaurant. Since we are low on funds, we decided going in that we would try and conserve our money and split an entree, and I'd get a salad. Also, after looking at the wine list, alcohol would have to wait until we got home to that $10 bottle of pino grigio in the fridge.

We sat down and was greeted by a nice looking younger gentleman. He took our drink orders of iced tea. I could tell he was a little upset that we did not partake in any alcohol. He brought us our bread and drinks, and we placed our order. The waiter wasn't extremely friendly as I noticed he was with the other tables around us in this intimate restaurant. Our glasses became empty, but he did not come to refill. I got my salad, still no refills. He didn't come to check on us. Our food came out, still no offer for refill, and no scraping the bread crumbs off our table, as I noted he did for another table next to us. Finally I asked for a tea refill. He got another person to take care of it. Not once did he come check on us while we ate our entree. Not once. About 10 minutes after we finished he came to clear our tables. Didn't ask if we wanted dessert, which this place is typically known for. I told him we'd like some with some coffee. He was not nice, not attentive, and just not a good waiter. I believe it was all because two young people were sat at his table on a Saturday night. I looked around an noticed that the place wasn't packed. Had we not sat at his table, he would not have had anyone sit in our spot. He judged us immediately. Thought we weren't good tippers. Little did he know that Aaron and I are very good tippers.

I ended up giving him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he was having a bad night. Maybe his boss was a jerk. I left him a $5 bill and will take my business across the river to my second favorite restaurant that has just as good food with a little more cost and a lot better service.

Summer 2009

Hip, hip HOOOORRRRAAAAAYYY!

I finally got a cord for my camera. Now, you can see what I've been up to all summer.

Like saying goodbye to this little lady

Seeing the other love of my life

With my adorable mom

Eating at Juans

Throwing a birthday party for this cute boy

Smoking the hooka's regal tip with these fun people

Baseball gaming with my bff

Seeing his awesome face again

Picking blueberries

Getting this precious pup


Pub crawling across Shreveport

And Marshall Fam Vaycraytion 2009


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Introducing....

Margot Tenenbaum Marshall Harris

I have better pics that don't involve my face (or crazy hair) and that aren't taken in Photobooth, but I seemed to have misplaced the cord to my computer.

At any rate, Aaron and I just adore Margot ... even when she shits all over the hall, her toys, and herself. She likes to chew on our feet and pants and love to sniff our friendly Mexican neighbors. We've had her for about a month now, and I can't imagine my life without her. I swear, I never thought I'd be one of those people who talked about their pets as if they were human. But, I am.

Apparently everyone who meets her falls in love. You really can't help it.

Spider Monkey

I broke down and started reading Twilight.

A few weeks ago Emily and I watched the Twilight movie, since we had nothing better to do in New Orleans on a Saturday night. I know, we are totally cool. Intrigued, we watched the entire movie. We made fun of the corny lines and fell in love with Robert Pattinson (who wouldn't? he's absolutely GORGEOUS!)

Every time I am in the bookstore, I am always tempted to purchase the book. Then last week a girlfriend (who absolutely loves the series) said I could borrow the books while I was on the beach.

So, I started the book, and I love it no matter how cheesy and ridiculous it is.

slump

I need to start writing some more. A friend from college emailed me the other day and asked me if I still did any writing. My response was if you count my twitter updates ... lame.

I always think in order to write something on here it needs to be entertaining to THE MASSES THAT READ IT. Therefore I will quit writing mid post. Now, I'm going to just write just for me. Blah, see this is boring. But I'm writing.

And nothing gets me in the mood for writing than making a list of things that make me happy.

Sundays.
Criminal Minds.
Hummus.
Lite and Fit Yogurt.
Morning cuddles.
Margot Tenenbaum Marshall Harris.
Reading about pregnancy/labor/parenting even though I do not have a case of baby fever and don't plan on having kids for at least half a decade.
Quoting Twilight.
When my bed is made.
Proposal stories.
Skirts.
Status updates.
Cupcakes.
Mojitos.
Fresh tomatoes.

money, money, money ... MONEY!

I have never been good with money. It always burns a hole in my pocket. Since that first day when I was 16 and my dad took me to get my first checking account until today 9 years later, I haven't learned a thing.

Yesterday I took a look at my bank account balance and it was sickening.

So. I made a decision. One I am going to keep to. I vow to FINALLY be better with my money. I told Aaron to put me on a financial diet. He made me promise to actually go through with what he says and not just think it's a good idea. Also, a friend recommended this site. I am going to give it a try and see how it works.

I have a credit card to pay off. A savings account that needs some major beefing up. A checking account that needs some TLC. And a piece of mind that needs some settling.

This is my solemn vow.

To my dearest friends, this means no more daily lunches out, many trips to El Compadre and India's (although I will miss it so), and weekend shopping trips. I will allow myself some treats now and then. But instead of paying a million dollars on dinner and drinks, why don't we put luck it and save some major bucks?

Help me. Please let me know any financial tips that have helped you. I desperately need it.

This twenty something thing is not as easy as it looks.