Working woman

This last week I got a job! I wasn't really planning on it, but who couldn't use a little extra money? I'm only working 1-2 nights a week, and they're nights that Bryan is home so we don't have to find a babysitter. I'm waitressing once again, this time at a restaurant called Ole Toro. (Translation: Yay bull!) I'm working there with my friend Kristen, and she got to be the one to train me on Friday night. For the first couple hours, I just followed Kristen around, trying to learn everything as fast as I could.

After a couple hours, we got super busy and so I started taking a few of my own tables. My second table that I took by myself was someone I recognized! Before I had Weston, I worked at McDonalds for a year, and got to know the regulars quite well. This guy at my table was one of them, and not only did I remember him, he remembered me too! We got to talking, and it turns out that we have even more in common. He ALSO used to live in Minnesota. And not just any place in Minnesota, CRYSTAL. The place I lived for 14 years of my life. What a small world!

After not working for over a year, you can imagine how ridiculously out of shape I am. I didn't really notice it during my shift, but after it was over, I HURT. Not a little sore, a LOT sore.

Bryan's weekend project was tearing out our back patio. It was made of old rotting wood, and desperately needs to be replaced before we let Weston play out back this summer. We looked into getting a wood deck, but that would cost 5 times as much, so we're going with a cement patio. Anyway, Bryan got all that wood pulled up and found that the ground was covered in river rocks. We spent a lot of our day on Saturday getting all the rocks out and moved to the side of our house. (Free rocks! We were going to have to fill that non-flower bed with rocks anyway, so this worked out!) Remember how I don't do man work, and how I was already sore? Yeah, this definitely helped. I was so glad I wasn't working Saturday night.

Weston is walking all over the place now. I can't belive how fast he's growing up. Why doesn't he listen when I tell him to slow down?! We love him so much and are so thankful for his happy little spirit in our home.

Our last bit of news is that Bryan's car might be dead. We're still waiting to hear from the shop, but since his car is the only one there, and it's been there for... 4 hours? Probably not a good sign. It just wouldn't start yesterday, or even start to start. The money I'm making now might have to buy Bryan a new car! Please pray for the turd herder everyone! (Bryan named the car, not me.)