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Sunday night I meant to take it easy but, having barely anything to eat the entire day, that wasn’t successful. I woke up yesterday with wheat beer where my blood used to be and not feeling very spunky. Unfortunately for me, I had to go out and do it all again because it’s almost a crime not to on St. Patrick’s Day.

Oddly enough, it was last night that I ended up taking it easy. With drunk people all around me, I managed to pace myself and keep the shots to a minimum- which isn’t easy when you’re surrounded with friends who don’t know how hammered they are and who keep ordering shots. And while I did consume my share of Dirty Porn Stars (made with X Rated Vodka, citrus vodka and energy drink), by the end of the night, I was drinking water. Gratefully.

Today I’m recovering, trying really hard not to be sick, and blog hopping. Whilst over at Thinking Out Loud, I discovered that I had been given a Blogscar award! Yay me!

So I’d like to thank Natural Woman for bestowing my little blog with her one-of-a-kind award. It may not make my liver feel any less beaten down, but it makes me very happy.

And now, without further adieu… My Blogscar for your viewing pleasure. You may touch it if you wish, but make sure your hands are clean.

Peace, functioning kidneys and Blogscars.

DrowseyMonkey tagged me for a meme that goes like this:

You have to find five things around your house that say something about the person you are and snap a picture of them. Then tell us about them.

Sounds easy enough. However, being the completely random, and eclectic, person I am- finding just 5 things was tricky. I took about 15 pictures, but managed to narrow it down to just 5. And now… Here’s a little about who I am in five photographs:

Now comes the part where I “tag” other bloggers to do this too. It’s completely optional, of course, so if ya wanna- please do. If not, no worries.

Barbara Gordon Photography

Fashion Paramedic

I Do Things

Peace and contagious posts.

So I waited on some asshole tonight who pissed me off to the point where I came THISCLOSE to hitting him in his face with his menu. As I took it from him, I lifted it right past his face and over his head- as I rolled my eyes in plain view of his friends. Why? You ask… Because he was a fucking douche.

Here’s my thing: As a patron in the restaurant where I work, I am your server. I am not, however, your BITCH. I choose to be a server. I have the schedule that I want and I make good money. I love working with the public; I’m good at it. If you’ve read my blog before, you know that I can be quite witty. (HA!) I am also very friendly and outgoing… in real life. I love meeting and interacting with new people. I want your experience with me to be fun and memorable. I was a bartender for MANY years- which I loved, but grew tired of… So now I’m a “server”. And while I still have the love for the job… my love for assholes has grown thin.

It’s par for the course to entertain an asshole or two; I’m used to that. But tonight’s douche pissed me off to the point where the Mexican/Apache Indian in me could not be held back. I was so pissed off by the way he spoke to me that I had to involve a manger in transferring him to another server. He (manager) ok’d it with a quickness because he’s seen me in rare form, and knew that it was the best thing to do- considering how pissed off I was. While I like to think of myself as an educated, public-friendly individual… I have been known to be quite violent when it comes to people who upset me enough. And I am proud to say that in 18 years in the restaurant/bar business, I’ve only physically injured one patron. (The rest were on my time.)

So the new server, Jenn, took over and Douche was just as rude to her. He even asked her if she was “nicer than the last one”. (Yeah- he meant ME.) And even went as far as to “inform” her that he could have both our jobs. Yeah…. He actually said that. As if it were true. It wasn’t. The only way he could pull that off is if he bought the company. Good luck asshole. It’s world-wide. And I rock at what I do.

That was my night. Completely kick-ass fabulous until I met Mr. King Douche Bag. Who is very lucky that I transferred him before I punched him in the throat and ended his love affair with oxygen. I hate to advocate violence- but being what I am made of… it’s in my genes. And I’ve NEVER been afraid to use it. But on another note…

I own my super cute car, carry one of several gorgeous Coach bags (I also have a killer Prada), wear designer clothes, have an iPhone, and and am capable of hacking you and your computer with just a few keystrokes….

I’m not beneith you because I am your server. I am probably smarter and better dressed than you, outside of my job. (If you’re an asshole.)

I will do everything I can to make your experience fabulous. I want you to be happy. I want you to come back. But if you disrespect me, I will not tolerate it. I’m no one’s bitch. Perhaps there are some 20 year old white girls who will put up with your shit, but this 34 year old Mexican will not.

I just hope I see him out somewhere… so that I can give him a new respect for the people who wait on him. He pissed me off that much.

P.S. If you’re a 20-something white girl… don’t hate-mail me. I’m just sayin’.

Peace and RESPECT YOUR SERVERS!

Edit: I just read this again and it made me cringe a little so I’d like to offer this piece of advice (and insight, interestingly enough): Don’t blog when you’re mad and full of beer. That is all.

Need to express creativity + the attention span of a caffeinated flea + Photoshop = New header. Hopefully no one thinks it looks like crap.

Peace and goldfish love.

Okay… Spammers have officially pissed me off and I am at the end of my proverbial rope. I’ve tested out several anti-spam plugins, but they weren’t working the way I wanted them to. So now I’m trying the WordPress included “Akismet”. I’ve heard both good and bad things about it, so I guess I’ll see for myself.

Since I am using Akismet, I will stop moderating comments in order to let it work, and do it’s thing. I will still be combing through the comments marked as spam, however- to make sure that nothing gets stuck that shouldn’t be.

If you leave me a comment, and it doesn’t show up, please feel free to shoot me an email and let me know. (corrina [at] myrandomblog [dot] net) I’m hoping this doesn’t suck because I’d really hate to start using CAPTCHA or some other kind of thing that causes my visitors to have to do anything but read, leave a witty comment and pimp their own blogs.

Peace and flaming crotch fleas to spammers.

Well smack my ass and call my Judy! (Um, yeah- I got that from Google… please don’t ask how.) Today I received another great award for my little blog… You Make My Day Award, from DrowseyMonkey! Below is the lovely award along with the guidelines that accompany it… I love passing on stuff… Fun!

And here are the rules:

1. Write a post with links to five blogs that make my day.
2. Acknowledge the post of the award giver.
3. Display the “You Make My Day Award” logo.
4. Tell the award winners that they have won by commenting on their blogs or emailing them the news.

And now… Here are 5 blogs that make MY day, please accept your You Make My Day award…

• Barbara Gordon Photography (Her photos are amazing)
• I Do Things (Back at ya JD!)
• The Junk Drawer (I spend WAY too much time there)
• Brainfizzles (I spend too much time there too)
• The Weekly Vice (So much good info)

So go forth and be fruitful, fellow bloggers… And thank you again, DrowseyMonkey… I’m glad I can make your day.

Today, the lovely JD, over at the (always funny) I Do Things blog, bestowed my little blog with this fabulous Flower Smeller award! She also wrote sweet things about it. Awww… I don’t know what to say other than a sincere and appreciative Thank You! So much. I am trilled to have been given it.

If you’d like to go and smell some flowers for yourself, head over to Go Smell The Flowers and take a big sniff! And never forget to let JD do things so you don’t have to.