Most Embarrassing Moments....

Have you ever sat down and thought about your most embarrassing moments? I had one the other day. Mom and I were out shopping, and we happened to stop to get a bite to eat. We had already ordered, gotten our food, and sat down, so I decided to go use the bathroom and wash up. I came back, and we enjoyed our meal. As I was eating, I started to realize that one of the persons directly across the room from us looked an awful lot like someone I went to school with at Grace Christian. I hadn't seen this person in years, so it was a little hard to say, but I had recently seen pictures of that person on another friend's facebook, so I was pretty sure about it. I thought about going over to ask what his name was, but since the girlfriend was there, I didn't figure I'd be that audacious. I decided to take the cowardly route and send a message on facebook later that night. We got up to throw our waste in the trash, when Mom quickly hurried up behind, and started yanking something out of the back of my pants. I whipped around, alarmed and annoyed, only to see toilet paper hanging off her hand! My eyes widened, and I quilled a shriek, and asked if there was more. There was. Another 5 seconds finished the job. We walked out of there, I mortified, Mom apologetic. I'm sure this classmate lookalike witness the whole ordeal, though I wasn't about to look that direction. 

Feeling like an idiot, I vowed not to make any contact. Who knows, maybe he didn't recognize me anyway. Hope....not likely. 

What is your most embarrassing moment? Feel free to share!  

The garage begins

So much has been going on lately that a few things have fallen through the cracks, blogging and house cleaning included.

About 2 weeks ago, work on our garage (3 rooms downstairs, which at one point were a garage) commenced. The project has been looming over our heads since we moved in, but kept being put off by lack of time and effort. In my desire to not do the work alone, I kept waiting and asking for Adam's help in starting the project, but as he has been insanely busy lately with motorcycle business, repairing our own vehicles, and the car show, I decided the only way I was going to get my car in the garage this winter was if I started the project myself.

So that has taken the majority of my time the last couple weeks. I owe a huge thanks to my mom, Gail, and her friend Wanda for assisting in the moving/ripping and tearing process. We first had to clean the space out enough to work in it. Next we had to remove all the old wood paneling, trim, and take out several walls that blocked off the space that will be garage. Its amazing what women with motivation, hammers, and crow bars can do! Adam's grandpa came in the middle us working the first day and high-tailed it out of there as fast as he could. (He can't stand to see "good" wood thrown away. And by "good" I mean full of nails, and dings. Oh well. No more clutter in our basement!). Reduction in junk/clutter was made possible by 2 trips to the dump, costing $20 and $98! Oh well. Would have cost more for a dumpster.

We have gotten the majority of the clearing done. Adam's grandpa came over to remove some wiring for us, which Adam helped with, and Dad will be coming soon to take out the old heat so we can install a single blower unit for that space. After that we'll be able to take the last of the paneling and the last partition out to complete the shape of the garage. Adam can then work on the door part, and Mom and I can begin fixing the aesthetics, taping, binning, painting, etc. Finally, we have to have the majority of this all done before the end of October, at which time a few musicians from a group called Mosaic will be staying with us, as they are performing a concert at church. More about that in a later post.

Once again, I'm terrible about remembering to take before pictures. I really should have as that space looked atrocious before. But I'll definitely post some pics from now on.

Chef for a few days

Out of all of the things I dreamt I'd be doing as an adult, I never thought that running a kitchen would be one of them. No, your right, I don't run the kitchen, yet. But for a few days last week, I was one of 2 people in charge while my boss took off for a few days. She let me know well in advance that she'd be gone, and took special effort to make sure I was comfortable with the menu she planned for those days. We did as much prep as possible before she left. It was a crazy week last week. Her leaving just happened to coincide with the drama at work upstarted by hurricane Irene. Since Bennington's water supply was cut off along with route 9 on Woodford MT., the whole town was on conservation. This meant not using the dishwasher much, using paper plates, and unfortunately, boiling water too. Even though the water was not stated as contaminated, the big boss was concerned that it might be. Lots of boiling ensued.

On Wednesday, we had a particularly exciting event. Someone got word from a Green Mt. Express driver that town water was being shut off in 20 minutes. (The time of this news was 5 minutes before we were to serve lunch). 5 women came running into the kitchen in panic, shouting, "They're shutting the water off in 20 minutes! Fill every container you can find with water to flush toilets." As an adult day facility, BPI has its many bathrooms in use constantly, so flushing toilets was a must.

Serving lunch was set aside, as we joined the panic to hog water. 15 minutes later we were told that the information was bad. Our water was not being shut off. Thus, we didn't need to fill all the containers. Annoyed and stressed, we looked around at the trash cans, buckets, tupperware's, and many other containers around us now full of water. So much for conserving!

This also happened to be the day before Maggie planned to leave, so I was absorbing as much as I could of everything she told me, feeling more and more bogged down by the cares of the week. I went home that night and typed out a detailed list of everything I had to do the next day, by time and importance.

Thanks to a lot of prayer and good planning on Maggie's part and mine, Su (the other kitchen help) and I managed quite well. We also had Rich to help us, so that was good too. Things went very smoothly, and we didn't hear any complaints. ;)

For only working at BPI a little less than 2 months, I've gained a great deal of knowledge about what food service does, and how a dietitian would serve in that role. I'm working in a different capacity, but am still learning a great deal. The work can be stressful at times, but all in all, it is enjoyable, and I love the people I work with. Its a great place, and a great organization. Its a good feeling to be serving people and the community in general. I'm happy I stuck with nutrition, as this is just the beginning of what I hope will be an exciting career. :)