TO those of you who don’t know…I am a Hooters Girl

Yes, I am a proud and outgoing Hootie Hoot Hooters Girl.

I am the 2nd one

I need your help!

I want to know what you expect out of your experience when dining at Hooters!
I have a goal to be the ultimate Hooters girl

Be honest! Nothing will hurt my feelings or shock me, yet please understand I want opinions from those who do not have a grudge against Hooters.

This may be you if…

• You believe we walk around naked, not true
• I go home with every guy that walks in, also not true
• Your husband, boyfriend, girlfriend or wife goes there and you do not approve
• Jealousy is there

I do not list these to be rude, yet these beliefs bring out nasty comments.

Thanks for all the help

35 days finds me an answer

I never know what i really want until it flees from me

It is not likely I will recognize what really matters until it is too late

There are times in life I wonder what great things may have past

And so many more when I know for sure they have

IT is a dissapointment to see the best become the worst

If only I knew the hidden meaning before I turned my back on it

I try my hardest to see the light shining from within things

but things are usually in disguise, for what reason I do not know

but life plays this game with it’s people to amuse itself with stories

with drama and comedy and tragedy too

I wondered what the meaning meant within me, and within you

but not seperate or alone, but together as my partner

if anything would really come of it, if life was playing a story

that would end like a children’s book that held a cover

how long and how intense my love for you would last with some minor distance

with late night phone calls, new people and lifestyles merely different

i never could guess how perfect it turned out because all i expected was chaos

but peace and tranquilty and minimal tears are the only thing that has happened

my feelings only grew and so did i, knowing someone is always behind me

whether behind me laying there caressing my back, or telling me over the phone i can make it

tossing and turning many nights i was not sure

and it took me 35 days to find me an answer

but an answer i found to the question i sought

so many nights and many days

i found the answer that i love you from here and from there,

all the time

no matter what

your my baby

and we are here to stay

Running in the wind

Waves rolling, tumbling, splashing

No one is on the beach today

The wind is too much it scratches at your legs and arms

My running shoes are sinking into the wet sand
I can’t stay in this spot much longer

But

I have never seen the waves this big
and the breeze has never tossed my hair in the wind like it does

The sun only provides gentle light
no birds, just waves crashing against the coast
sea foam piling higher

No one would know I was on the beach today
because my footsteps were gone within seconds

DAY 1 & 2-Welcome to Hilton Head Amy

So my first day was long. Woke up at 9 a.m. Ready as can be.

Well my boyfriend was not so much, after him getting up we left off to breakfast.

I wanted to drive my motorcycle up to the island along with my car. Well, we had this system where I would ride my bike, he would drive my car and then someone would come pick him up. Complicated…but it would have worked…if(!) it did not rain.

So my motorcycle is still at home.

We finally arrive 15 minutes early at 1:45 p.m.

Time for paper work and videos (thanks Cory for sitting through them with me).

2 hours later…

[paper work consist of a lot of signing, W-4, housing information, agreements on policies, etc]

So much paper work, I could barely remember the majority of it.

I am really worried I forgot something.

Anyways, on my information I received earlier in the year, my start date was suppose to be today, Saturday. Yet, I was informed that I would not start until Monday. (Jeez I could have waited to get my motorcycle up!)

I drive to my new place to call home for 3 months. Security guards, oh boy.

They give me a temporary pass and let me through.

I walk up and I happen to be on the very top floor.

We also end up walking in on the opposite side of the building.

I meet my first roommate, Kara. Nice girl from Alabama and she interns for the Hilton property here.

She informs me that my roommate, Gigi, is out at the beach. Gigi is from China, cool right?

Then after unpacking, walking to the beach, and resting, Cory and I went to dinner.

We ate at a restaurant named Marley’s which was really really really good. There was even a magic man there so that was cool. Yet, it was a little pricey.

I went to Bi-Lo after to get me some food to last me a day or two. Bi-Lo’s restrooms were gross FYI.

I return home to find my other roommate who just moved in too. Her name is Stephanie and she works with me actually in the same department, Recreation, at the Westin.

Stephanie

My boyfriend decides to return home so I can get to know my roommate.

I had already been tearing up by this point. This was the first time that Cory and I were going to be apart for more than 24 hours. By the time we made it to the car and said our good-byes, I was bursting in tears. I am going to miss him so much.

When I got back to the apartment, Stephanie immediately asked if I would like to go out. This made me feel good about us being friends and glad she was nice enough to invite me.

We went out somewhere on the island and had a good time, while meeting many other interns.

Day 2

Woke up bright and early at 11 a.m. (ha) I moped around for a bit, ate a delicious meal of store brand cereal, then head to the beach with Stephanie.

Beach!

Now back to the Cory and my experience with the beach yesterday. The boardwalk is SO LONG. Yet, there are all kind of creatures, even bunnies, along the way. Also, amazingly there is a restaurant on the end, which is really convenient. Cory was wondering how the car got down there. I found out today that there is a road next to the humungous houses that lead to the restaurant.

Back to today, Steph and I laid out for about an hour and half, while talking like girls do.

We got back, was lazy again but ended up going to the store (after a nap). We were in search of a bathing suit, polos, khaki shorts, and crocs. We found all but Steph’s one-piece bathing suit for work. Poor girl is too skinny and they did not have her size.

We came back to our new home. Steph finished unpacking, I called Cory and read my paper work.

Looking at my schedule I am working 42 hours starting Monday. Monday from 10 a.m. to 10 p.m. Whooh! Yet, I am excited.

Oh sidetrack, sorry my job is Recreation with poolside activities. Different days I will be doing different things, like playing with kids, arts and crafts, and of course, crappy stuff like passing out towels.

Then I called Cory again after getting on the internet and told him good-night.

I got to talk to Gigi a little bit ago before she went to bed. She wishes she had a car here. She is also moving in two weeks along with Kara. So, I will have the room to myself, yay!

Yet, Gigi is cool and very nice. It will work for two weeks for sure.

Well, that is it! Off to bed, no going out tonight. I need my beauty sleep.

Stop and smell [what] roses!

Smile. The world is going to see you today.

Whoops!!! Forgot a little bit of lipgloss.

Keys, keys, Keys, crap where did I put those keys?

Got it! Breakfast?

Bagel? I don’t know, do I have time?

Nah, I’ll stop by somewhere later.

Push the pedal a little harder, a little harder.

Man, I hope there are no cops out today.

Meeting ends.

[wipes forehead]

Ok. Now type this up and then call my supervisor.

I hope he does not make me do it over again.

Crap! Homework. Due at 10 a.m.

[9:35 a.m.]

Which one is right? I hope this means what I think it means.

[Boyfriend calling]

Hey. Can’t talk. Dinner? No, sorry I have a meeting with another organization.

After that?

No…I have to meet with my group for my project.

Movie tonight? I would but I need to finish up on those decorations for tomorrow’s event.

[Boyfriend speaking]

Why don’t you stop and smell the roses babe?

[Me]…I trampled all over my roses a while back.

Why I Want to Kiss Your Hands

Why is it that we kiss lip to lip?

When our lips make us close our eyes?

Don’t you want to see the face of who shares the sensation of your skin?

Why don’t I kiss your fingers, since they are the ones that rub my tears when I start to cry?

Why don’t I kiss your hands when it is your hands that hold me tight?

Yeah I can kiss your lips, the part of you that speaks.

Words can say a lot of things, but I am a woman of action not words.

And hands create action.

It is your hands that pull my hair from my face to watch me return a smile.

Why is it that I choose to kiss your cheek, when all a cheek can do is turn from me?

I will kiss your palm because it is what cups my own hands to help me cross a puddle.

Why do we not kiss our hands when hands is whats keeping me onto you?

If I fall, what will your lips do for me? Except yell “Watch out” when it is your hands I hope to catch me?

I want to kiss your fingers because it is them that pulls the covers over my back while I shiver late at night.

 

 

It is your hands that help me pull the bowl from the highest shelf.

 

 

Why would I kiss your lips when it is your hands that would put the ring on my finger silently promising forever?

 

 

 

 

 

Yeah I can kiss your lips, but what I really want to kiss is your hands.

Oh Baby, baby. I’m gonna miss you.

Sit around. It tickles my thighs.

My hair playfully twirling around.

Looking out the window just passes some time.

Leaning back is pointless without my support.

My forehead to my knee…

Looking at the phone, I hesitate a sound.

For what? Just to hear you? That is not what I want.

I want to see you.

I lie back…I am naked underneath.

Yet, I have to rub my own fingers against my own stomach.

You are not here anymore.

Nor am I there.

Sigh.

I’m lonely.

I miss you here babe

I miss you here

I do not want to leave. I do not want to force myself into these words.

I have to. I have to put one foot foreward, but I’m trying to leave the other behind.

I am gonna miss you.

Alone, twirling my hair.

My forehead to my knee.

I need you to smile at me

Smile at me.

Smile and be true.

It takes me about twenty tries to really open my eyes, give it something worth opening for.

My hair’s a mess and my legs are bare.

I arch my back while reaching over touching you.

Smile at me.

I rustle sideways and pull the covers to my nose.

My toes crinkle up because it of the chill coming from the fan.

Cover those up too.

A yawn pours from within me.

Your eyes are still closed.

Just smile at me.

I only have 2 more minutes until I have to get up.

I need you to smile at me.

The tips of my fingers graze your cheek.

Smile at me…and you do.

I now can get up just knowing your happy.

Getting over the fear of commitment

So they say men are scared of commitment.

Well what about women? I am one of those women. Scared and scared to death.

I dated someone for 3 yrs once and then 2 1/2 yrs directly after him. The latter relationship ended a year ago almost exactly. I thought it was an April fools joke when he told me he was doing drugs, but it wasn’t.

I left that relationship in a state of relief since I was unhappy for so long. BUT, I had not been single for how long? 5 1/2 years. This was going to be new to me.

The past year I have dated a lot of men, but never did we have an emotional relationship. It was just someone to hang out with pretty much. Anyone coming up with even a notion of the word boyfriend turned me off.

I was scared. I was scared of being unhappy all over again. Why? Because I am the type of girl who would rather stay in an unhappy relationship then have to start all over with someone else.

Sounds horrible right?

That is because it is.

I finally came around about 2-3 months ago. I began to date a friend of mine. I told him that we could date, but he would never be my boyfriend.

Two months ago, maybe less, he was my boyfriend.

Even today I do not like the title, it came out of convenience really. It bothers me to know that I am stuck to one person. Not because I want to date others, but because I want to make sure I am with the right person. When I get mad with him, I think “what am I getting myself into?”

How do I stop these thoughts coming into my head?

I just want to be happy, but my fear is making me the very opposite.

To be young is to want age but not really

All my life I have been preparing for tomorrow.

Preparing for the next step. In middle school, I needed to prep for high school. In high school, I needed to prep for college.

Take the SAT. AP classes. Good first job.

In college, got to do some volunteer hours, join these clubs, make an A in all my classes. Network, network, network. Save money for an apartment when you graduate. Get an internship. Go to this conference.

Wow.

What happened to make sure you go to the prom?

Make sure you get your first kiss.

Make sure you find your best friend.

Make sure you know what senioritis is. Why pizza orders take place at 3 AM.

Make sure you know what it feels like to sleep in until 10 and be done by 2.

The world is pushing us to grow up. Did they?

How often do you hear of older people saying they remember how easy high school was, how much of a trouble maker they were, and how much they just loved college parties?

Why is it we now have to grow up so fast?

What good is it to prepare for tomorrow if we do not even know what is going on today.

Preparing for one thing can be a big dissapointment. You need a support, say you do not get what you want. Well it should be ok because of what you have.

What would I do if I got the job of my life? Be happy right?

Well what if I have that job with no best friend, or any real friends at all?

What if I got a promotion but never got a date?

What if I get a bonus but had not seen my sister in the past year?

What if I made a million dollars and had no children to buy toys?

These days, being young is preparing to be old.

Why?