tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77272773042680328392009-12-29T15:58:18.816-05:00Personal blog, online journal, funny, dark, serious, wacky, random thoughts, rants, musings, observations, etc. Topics include relationships, family, work, food, books, movies, music, and more.jbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13612909199803864081noreply@blogger.comBlogger155125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727277304268032839.post-68083131922353453722009-12-10T13:48:00.006-05:002009-12-10T13:53:56.263-05:00

I thought that since Christmas is only weeks away, that I would list the most played albums on my iPod this past year. I also got Eddy to link to all of them for me, so you guys can check them out. This way, you can add to your wish list if you hear something that you really like!Alrighty, here they are (in no particular order, I might add):1. IRM - Charlotte Gainsbourg2. Only By The Night -

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My fellow bloggers, how are you guys? I miss you all and blogging very much. Unfortunately, with all of the Santa, Frosty the Snowman, and a multitude of other Christmas themed cakes and desserts calling my name, I've been bakery bound, and there doesn't seem to be any end in sight. 'Tis the season (God, help me, pretty please), as I'm sure you've all noticed, and do I have a story for all of you

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As most of you know, I haven't really been around the blogosphere for weeks now. If you're wondering why, the long and the short of it is that my life has been complete insanity, and I don't even know how I am still functioning at this point. I feel like my body could give out at any moment, but I don't have time for it to fail me because I have stuff to do. Speaking of which, last month, Court

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I decided to do my very own version of an Honesty Scrap, but I'm calling mine 'Honesty Crap' because I think I’m really full of crap and it’s time I unload some of it instead of keeping it locked away like buried treasure. I hadn't been able to put my finger on what’s really bothering me lately until last night when I had this deep philosophical conversation with Eddy, my cuzz, the best cuzz in

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Hey everyone, this is Eddy sitting in for JB again. She's been crazy busy at work and way too tired at night to post anything, so she asked if I could please say hello and thank you to everyone who's been by to leave a comment since she was here last. She also wanted me to post the latest Cadbury commercial and the conversation that she and I had about it.Eddy: Have you seen that new commercial

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Hey everyone, this is Eddy sitting in for JB. I'm posting today because I want to share a photo that will appear in the November issue of Glamour magazine.Far left: Crystal Renn, Amy Lemons, Ashley Graham, Kate Dillon, Anansa Sims and Jennie Runk. Bottom Center: Lizzie Miller. Photo: Matthias Vriens-McGrathWho are those beautiful women pictured above? Well, first, I want to say kudos to Glamour

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The other day, I was busy flat icing cakes, completely bored out of my freakin' mind, when Christmas came early… sort of. I was by myself at the time, so I had to keep one eye on what I was doing, and the other looking out for customers in need of assistance. At one point, I glanced up, and coming towards the counter was an elderly gentleman who looked a lot like Santa, at least from the neck up.

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A few weeks ago, the lovely Alpha passed on the J'Adore Tien Blog (ie. I Love Your Blog) award to me, but I'm just now getting around to sharing the news. I swear, I start drafts, but finishing them can sometimes take a while because I'm just too bloody tired to write when I get home from work. There are some changes going on, however, that should make my life easier (fingers crossed) come the

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Well, folks, it's that time again. I'm feeling the need to vent, so here's my first set of Letters To My Bakery Customers.Dear Oatmeal Raisin Cookie Guy,What's your deal? No, seriously, wtf is wrong with you? On the blog post that I wrote about you, one of my fellow bloggers pointed out that there might be a medically documented reason your idiocy, but I don't agree. I think you're just a wack

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I would like to say that it has been a sh*t kicker of a week, and I'm so happy it's over & the weekend is finally here. The only thing is that it will all start up again on Monday, and if I could run and hide, I would, trust me on this, but I like to deal with things right away. So, I will polish my helmet, and get ready for what the new week has in store for me.So, as I was saying, this past

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Not too long ago, I had a birthday that I was planning to celebrate with a weekend getaway. Unfortunately, I couldn't get the time off work, so my roommate decided that we should invite some people over & have a party. What he didn't tell me was that there were going to be some surprise guests. They weren't strippers, if that's what you're thinking, just people that I hadn't seen or talked to in

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Last week a new guy and girl were hired to work in the bakery. This was good news because there's always a ton of stuff to do, and I'd been asking for more employees since I started my new position. The girl came in for training first, but I wasn't working because it was my day off. The next day, however, Power Ranger and Superstar (nicknames I gave two of the students who work with me) couldn't

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It's been a week now since the New Girl started working with us, and all I can say is she's really special. I mean it, this girl has to be one of the most special people I have ever met. She's also going to be the death of me. I thought it was going to be cakes, but this girl is killing me slowly with her specialness. On my first day working with her, she was assigned "the breakout" (i.e. prep

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A few days ago, CatLadyLarew stopped by to say that she had something for me on her blog. What I found waiting there for me was the Superior Scribbler Award. I'm very flattered to be a recipient of this award because I never thought anyone would actually give a crap about what I had to say, and also because growing as a writer is really important to me. Thanks, CatLadyLarew, for your appreciation

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Beloved,In daylight,Like a funeral pyre burning bright,I am exposed for all to seeTaintedIsolatedMy soulMy blackened heartI am a victim,A wretched, twisted entity,CrucifiedBy a legacy of liesBeloved,When darkness prevails,Tears spill in vainMy pillow drownsAgonyBears vigil at my coreI am ravagedI am tornNight after night,Whispering your name,Small, silent breathsEchoing...

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Today I'm going to share a story from back when I first started blogging. I was still in the restaurant biz then, and somehow I had more time to blog than I do now. Go figure.(Original post date: Thursday, August 7th, 2008)I really thought that today would be business as usual for me. I went to run some errands & do some other mundane stuff. Yup, pretty boring for a Thursday, until I decided to

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I don't know about you guys, but I've been having some major a** kicking weeks at work ever since the weather has warmed up. People keep coming in droves like we're the only deli in the city. I'm soooooooo freakin' tired, I want to cry. Wahhhhhh!! Seriously, I almost fell asleep driving home from my mom's the other night. I had gone to have dinner with her after work & could barely keep my eyes

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The other day, I was over at Rob's blog reading his post about a couple caught having sex in a dumpster, and it reminded me of a similar story involving my mother. Get your heads out of the gutter, people. My mother is not a dumpster diver (at least as far as I know), but... Well, let me start at the beginning.One night at the restaurant (FYI - if you're new here, my family used to be in the

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The other day, I made a trip to the local electronics store to buy a new printer for my office at work, as well as an HDMI cable for my TV (even though I haven't turned my TV on for a complete month now) because I was told that movies look good with an HDMI cable. When I went to pay, I was stunned to find out what that stupid cable cost, (and embarrassed to tell the cashier that it was too

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I was at work yesterday (I work in a restaurant with my mother and sister) and my mother decided to give my sister a lecture about how the chicken breasts that she tenderizes should be packaged and stored. Those two don’t agree on anything, especially when it comes to chicken & plastic wrap. I always just observe the verbal fireworks between them because no one really listens to me when I try to

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Remember when I wrote Letters To My Customers and Letters To My Customers - Part 2 because my restaurant clientele was driving me bonkers during Christmas time last year? Well, now some of my deli regulars are getting on my nerves, so I think it's time for my first installment of Letters To My Deli Customers.Dear 'Numerically Challenged' Customer,I'm so sick of you not knowing how much meat you

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I don’t know about everyone else, but for me pasta should be cooked al dente, which means that the pasta should have an ever so slightly firm texture when chewed. When pasta is over cooked, it expands and breaks quite easily, especially if you're trying to roll it onto your fork. I say roll it onto your fork because that's how it ought to be eaten, with the help of a spoon, if necessary. Do not

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I have to say that Friday's are really special at work, and I don't mean that in a good way. Whenever Friday rolls around, it’s like something I can’t explain. What I do know is that it would take much too long for me to go into detail about the whole day, so I’m just going to share one particular story.Every Friday, we get our table linens from our laundry service. You would think that the

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My mother’s always said that the best kept secret in cooking is the one that doesn't exist. Well, if we have any cooking secrets in our kitchen it’s that you can use water in everything. Yes, folks, I said water. For example, my mother makes a great meat sauce (ditto for her tomato sauce), and when she puts some in the steam table to reheat for service, she dilutes it with water because it’s too

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There are days at work when everyone and their mother, father, sister, brother, aunt, uncle, cousin, best friend, neighbour and a slew of other people come busting through the doors begging for a table. There are also days when you can count the lunch reservations on one hand & the dinner reservations on the other. Today was one of those days. Since there wasn't much to do, I sat on the kitchen

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