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it cleaning house day. a bit too cold to enjoy much outside. i looks beautiful... from behind a glass window and inside a blanket. i would prefer to be outside working on my tan or running the boardwalk. but whatever. at least it stopped raining.

the ha;f marathon was freaking amazing. i would (and will) so do that again. it felt so good and so right. i lovedlovedlove it. my first goal was to finish, then it became under three hours. in the end it was 2:45 and then i beat that by 20 minutes race day. after having the experience and knowing what to expect from the race now i know i can do it faster. i know what my pace can be and that i do not have to hold back as much as i did this race. i was in fear of burning out towards the end. there was a series of twists and turns between 9 and 11m that i was sure would kill me. i barley noticed it. psyched myself out big time on that one. if i had know i would have pushed it more from the very beginning. the next day i wasn't even sore at all. stairs didn't even bother me. i went and worked cinco de mayo with no problems and throughly enjoyed that night.

i have to say... i like my boss and job. so laid back and my style. the family of my delivery guy came in on this friday night. so fun. his mom's name is donnalicious. i heart her and her friend mary ellen. god, if i look that good at 50 i would praise god every morning with a small animal sacrifice. and her boob job is pretty damn good too. last time they were in i was adopted into the family. they they told me i couldn't get anymore tattoos. i said i already have plans for my next one and explained how i was going to get a marathon theme one if i completed it. donnalicious told me i should just hold a big sign instead. she doesn't remember this though. they drink. mucho. i love it. kyle, the son, won 100$ on this bet with her when i told her that she was, in fact, the one with the sign idea. she says she is sorry and loves me so much anyway. they left me an unopened bottle of wine so i could try it and tell them how i liked it. to go along with it was another half full opened bottle. a really nice red. i like these people. four of them come in for dinner with an assorted bottle beer six pack, 18 of coors (ick) and two to three bottles of wine. and this is for a quick dinner on their way to pick up other people. normally they show up with a party of about 10 or so. nice people, good to hang out with, even nicer tippers.
ive been training this new girl. she is seriously short. in high school my best friend was five foot. in college her roommate was 4'11". i think this girl is shorter. i mean, i am not the tallest by far.... but i feel myself stooping down to talk to her. it is crazy. a cook asked me if she was cute. i said she is short short. he says... but is she cute? kyle answers -did you bit hear? she is like this big holding his hand about elbow height. joey the cook looks at me and says- soooo, she could suck my dick standing up. is she cute? and this is, in fact, a very good description of my place of work. and also a very good show of why this short girl should not be working there. she is 17, too cute (and not in the i'd like to bang her way) and way way too nice. i could never imagine something like this happening around her. joey was dead serious. this was not a trying to be funny moment. he is only 18 but this is what the shack is like. he has been corrupted by it. it should not happen to her. she says please and thank you to all of us too often to be here. she doesn't make fun of customer a bit too loud at least twice a night. she thought the screaming horrid children i had on friday night where 'just so cute'. fuck that, kyle and i were planning deadly ideas between us both not minding if the parents could hear our words. she isn't going to last the summer. and she also isn't hot enough. my boss has a bad habit of getting very cute and hot girls to work there during the summer. the problem is he doesn't bother to check to see if they have functioning brains first. but, hell... it helps with the tips. i told him perhaps a topless tuesday would help with the midweek slumps in business. and i am pretty much dead serious. she may have more brains that last year's crop of beauties but she is never going to last with alphonzo the very unfriendly mexican man and the rest of us getting drunk/stoned/whatever else goes on there during service on a crazy friday night. all of that stuff on top of the kitchen blowing up on the slightest of mistakes will make her cry and crack. we have informed her of this already. poor girl has only worked three nights and we have already broken it to her that she will not be around if she doesn't toughen up and get some fucking wit, nastiness and thick skin to go with it.
what a job. loving it. kitchen for the fourth of july holiday, wee. have to come back from maine early, i think, to swing it. may not be worth it moneywise but i will be in heaven back there. can't wait for maine either. camping first then onto bear springs. only about four and a half week until i completely lose all concept of time and place in a hammock in maine. doing nothing and some more nothing. eat, walk home, sit, fish, run, eat, sit, swim, tan, eat, drink, fire, drink, sleep. repeat. i don't know if my life has been especially hetic or whatever this year but i have never looked forward to maine like this before

sunday october 5- js half marathon. two months off from training. as soon as maine is over back to the training schedule. im looking forward to it. right now i feel like crap and wish i could run. have to put it off . at least this week. my body isn't liking me right now, sadly.

oh, and i am infatuated hopelessly with the foodporn on tastespotting
i mean hours and hours of my day can fly by with just the opening of this webpage.
but man! have i had some good dinner lately.
tonight it is pizza phyllo pockets. with spinach, sundried tomatoes, fondata and more. my version of their deal. mmm.