Awkward.

Hi. My name is Chelsi and I am possibly the most awkward human being.ever. Lately, its as though I can't hold a conversation without saying something completely out of context, or just plain awkward. i.e.

Today I went to visit my mom for lunch, we said our goodbyes and I was walking away alone, naturally. Anyway, a gentlemen approaches me from behind. Which can be aswakward in and of itself. Opening statement: Would it be weird if I asked you for number? I'm sure I gave him a look to remember because he quickly came back with a "probably huh?" uh. What? First of all you came at me from behind and scared me slightly, second I just got a new phone number and I'm not sure I know it yet, third I'm Chelsi. The conversation went something like where do you work? Oh, um, I don't work, well I work but I don't work here, but my Mom does. Work here that is.

Spit it out.

Well, mister x didn't care he just wanted some digits and don't worry homeboy didn't even have his phone. He "memorized" it.

I'm not even confident that I gave him the right number.

Yeah I'll talk to you soon... Bahahha there is no way.

Shout Out.

to one of my best friends Melissa.

She won't read this so I can say whatever I want and she won't know.

She had a birthday yesterday and we celebrated by getting Pedi's and signing me up with her and her loved one on their family plan. I'm a bad friend, but she insisted and I couldn't turn down the white iphone that I have been dreaming about.

Liss and I were sisters separated at birth. We have identical brains. Creepy? Yes, but the idea grows on ya. We met each other right in the nick of time. She literally saved me, because we do have the same brain, when I'm not thinking logically she is. The last two years for both her and I came with many surprises, and it only became more apparent why we met when we did.

She is my spokesperson when I can't talk.

I think she is pretty great and I'm glad she had a birthday.

Lastly.

The first time I heard this song, I didn't love but for some reason it has captivated me.

I had a big fat test the other day and this song for some reason pumped a sista up. Rihanna never seizes to fill my ears with pure joy.

We Found Love.

I may or may not love what she says in the beginning. What? im innocent.

Beverage of choice.

So, as we all know I am a server. I get drinks for people of all kinds. Well the other night someone had me mix quite the peculiar combination and it intrigued my interest to say the least. When things calmed down I decided to give it a whirl. Now when I write this, give it a chance before you hate on it.... Diet Coke {my personal beverage selection} AND Rootbeer. It sounds like throw up but trust me it does not taste this way. If you have ever tried Diet Rootbeer you know that it belongs with the pups, but when you Diet Cola and just a pinch of Rootbeer you are doing yourself a favor just trust me. It tastes like rootbeer but it isnt as bad cause it just cancels out the Diet Coke and tastes like Rootbeer. I would not lead you astray, partly because I have been drinking Diet Coke a little excessively these days and this adds a nice switcharoo to my life.

Next.

item of business.

I must warn if you are easily offended then click the X in the top right corner of your screen.

I had an embarrassing moment that is worth writing because its THAT embarrasssing.

It was late one Monday night. I was ready to go home but got sat my last table. I was pretty happy that they were as least ordering some alcoholic bevs because if you have been a server then you know that means bigger tip. Well everyone ordered, and then I get to this last fella who wants something that we don't offer on the menu, but shouldn't be to hard to whip up. So I go talk to our friendly bartender and I tell him the DEETs. Well in restaurant land, if we don't have the button for a paticular item we just type it in and give a price that seems suitable for that item. I did just as I was supposed to but just to be funny named the drink something with a little spice...

Never again will I do this. EVER.

I get the drink out to the man, and it had been made to perfection. The night goes on and its time for me to deliver the check. Get a load of this folks.

Me: Heres your check and I'll be your cashier when your ready.

Return a couple of minutes later

Lady: So for corporate purposes we might need you to change the name of the drink on this check?

RUSSIAN NIPPLES may not fly with our boss.

Me: red faced, apologize and simply walk away.

Oh Chels, you know better.

Russian Nipples?

Better believe it.

So, whether it be Diet Coke with Rootbeer or Russian Nipples, Chelsi J will always have the beverage for you.

hi neighbor.

Oh wait, I'm not even sure I have neighbors except the fact that they get mail and I get money mailers addressed to the current resident. The truth is I'm sure that they probably think the same thing about me. Life has been a tad bit on the crazy side. Little bit of break downs, panic attacks, and a lot of figuring everything out on my own. It's crazy the things that you will do when you are forced out of your comfort zone. I knew it would be a toughie but in the end you survive. I have learned a lot these last 2 months and everyday I know will bring something new, and if not without fail another day will come. I have had the chance to hit rock bottom and rebuild there. I wouldn't have it any other way. Life is good. This last week I was able to take a much needed break, recharge if you will. It was... well there isn't words for how good it was. I took a jet plane to visit the sun, and the cutest kids/sis-in- law in the world. I feel a tribute coming on, but it deserves it's own post so stay tuned...
    In other news one of my best friends got hitched. I got to participate more so than I have in my other friends weddings and I loved it. She made a B-E-A-U tiful bride. Just see for yourself.

As for right now I have to go kill a massive critter that has lost its way on my wall, but just so you know miss chelsi j is back so get pumped, or dont. Whatev.