THE ONE FOR EVIL AMY
Let me preface this post by saying that in my 39 years of living, I have encountered only ONE intelligent female radio personality. Her name was Shelby Sweeney, and Houston lost a really good one when she left us. In my experience, most female DJs rely on their perky personalities and ability to laugh at every.single.thing their male counterparts say in order to keep their jobs. Honestly, I would prefer listening to trash-talking males than to bubble-headed bleach blondes in the morning.
So this morning, a local radio station was having a Battle of the Sexes contest, in which a man and woman answer questions for prizes.
The bobblehead female DJ, when introducing the contestants, says "Today's female contestant is Maria, who is a stay-at-home mom. Maria has a part-time job working with computers, so she's one of the smart ones."
The male DJ, to his great credit, replies "But she is at home with three children, so her full-time job is not an easy one."
Bobblehead responds, "Yes, but at least she doesn't have to report to a boss."
You ignorant bitch. Do you honestly think that at-home moms with small children have it easy? I don't know a single sahm who hasn't wanted, at least once, the chance to dress up and go to work and get paid and have lunch with grownups.
And what does "she's one of the smart ones" mean? If you're implying that most at-home moms are stupid, here's a newsflash for you: Some of the stupidest people I know have college degrees and jobs. I think you know who I'm talking about.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Monday, November 20, 2006
THE ANSWER IS: ANN-MARGRET
The Ann-Margret reference in my previous post is from the 90's TV show "Wings" which starred Tim Daly, Steven Weber, and Crystal Bernard.
A recap of the episode entitled "Sports and Leisure": After a fishing trip is ruined by Roy, the gang uninvites him to the Trivial Pursuit party at Helen's. Angry at them initially, he nevertheless accepts their re-invitation to the party and decides to be nice and try to fit in. But his new resolve is foiled by his game partner, Lowell. Lowell has played Trivial Pursuit once before, and his only memory of it is that one of the answers is "Ann-Margret." Therefore, he answers every single question with "Ann-Margret." Except for one - on the last question Lowell and Roy were posed with, the answer actually WAS Ann-Margret, but this time Lowell gave a different name.
Pez, is it what you were thinking? :)
The Ann-Margret reference in my previous post is from the 90's TV show "Wings" which starred Tim Daly, Steven Weber, and Crystal Bernard.
A recap of the episode entitled "Sports and Leisure": After a fishing trip is ruined by Roy, the gang uninvites him to the Trivial Pursuit party at Helen's. Angry at them initially, he nevertheless accepts their re-invitation to the party and decides to be nice and try to fit in. But his new resolve is foiled by his game partner, Lowell. Lowell has played Trivial Pursuit once before, and his only memory of it is that one of the answers is "Ann-Margret." Therefore, he answers every single question with "Ann-Margret." Except for one - on the last question Lowell and Roy were posed with, the answer actually WAS Ann-Margret, but this time Lowell gave a different name.
Pez, is it what you were thinking? :)
Sunday, November 19, 2006
FAMILY THANKSGIVING & GROCERIES
Today we (my side of the family, that is) had our annual Not-On-Thanksgiving-Day Thanksgiving dinner. Tnk hosted it at her house, which was really nice. As I suspected, I strongly felt Mom's presence throughout the afternoon, and I think Tnk did, too. She got choked up during the prayer. I completely understood.
My contribution to the dinner was pumpkin pie, pecan pie, and dump cake - all homemade. And root beer - not homemade - for the kids. All four were big hits amongst the diners.
When we finished eating, my dad decided to clear up Tnk's backyard a bit. He grabbed some old wood we'd stashed outside and started a bonfire. Fortunately for Tnk, her house is in a subdivision with no deed restrictions. Weird, definitely; against the law, nope. The fire grew with more and more wood, and eventually we even tossed the old patio furniture into the flames. Thirty years has that furniture existed, but it was high time it was put out to pasture. Burning the pieces was a little sad for me, though, as I have fond memories of hanging out on that furniture during childhood summers when we'd take breaks from the pool. (Tnk had the pool filled in last year, as the maintenance had become overwhelming.) So farewell, old and decrepit patio furniture. You won't be forgotten.
Moving on...
After bonfire, we played Trivial Pursuit, 90's Edition, which I had picked up for $4.98 at Target earlier this year. It was different from your usual Trivial Pursuit game, but still pretty difficult. We even had a couple of "Ann-Margret" guesses tossed in for good measure, even though that was never the correct answer. (If anyone doesn't get the Ann-Margret joke, let me know.) I won the game, with a little help from Tnk and hubby. Okay, a LOT of help. Hey, I told you the game was hard!
We left Tnk's just after 5:30, which is really REALLY early for one of our family gatherings to end. But it's Sunday and the kids have school and hubby has work tomorrow, so it's good that we came on home. We even had time to fit in a little America's Funniest Videos, which is a Sunday night guilty pleasure in this house.
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Forgot to mention my trip to Kroger this morning. I purchased 55 items, including but not limited to: a frozen turkey, a bag of dog food, two dozen Eggsland's Best eggs, six cans of Pillsbury cinnamon rolls, three cans of Pillsbury crescent rolls, four bags of Goldfish, five bags of pasta, two bags of Clementine oranges, and a bunch of other groceries. Shelf price was $93.02, but after my coupons, I paid only $34.38! MAN, I love the Grocery Game. :)
Today we (my side of the family, that is) had our annual Not-On-Thanksgiving-Day Thanksgiving dinner. Tnk hosted it at her house, which was really nice. As I suspected, I strongly felt Mom's presence throughout the afternoon, and I think Tnk did, too. She got choked up during the prayer. I completely understood.
My contribution to the dinner was pumpkin pie, pecan pie, and dump cake - all homemade. And root beer - not homemade - for the kids. All four were big hits amongst the diners.
When we finished eating, my dad decided to clear up Tnk's backyard a bit. He grabbed some old wood we'd stashed outside and started a bonfire. Fortunately for Tnk, her house is in a subdivision with no deed restrictions. Weird, definitely; against the law, nope. The fire grew with more and more wood, and eventually we even tossed the old patio furniture into the flames. Thirty years has that furniture existed, but it was high time it was put out to pasture. Burning the pieces was a little sad for me, though, as I have fond memories of hanging out on that furniture during childhood summers when we'd take breaks from the pool. (Tnk had the pool filled in last year, as the maintenance had become overwhelming.) So farewell, old and decrepit patio furniture. You won't be forgotten.
Moving on...
After bonfire, we played Trivial Pursuit, 90's Edition, which I had picked up for $4.98 at Target earlier this year. It was different from your usual Trivial Pursuit game, but still pretty difficult. We even had a couple of "Ann-Margret" guesses tossed in for good measure, even though that was never the correct answer. (If anyone doesn't get the Ann-Margret joke, let me know.) I won the game, with a little help from Tnk and hubby. Okay, a LOT of help. Hey, I told you the game was hard!
We left Tnk's just after 5:30, which is really REALLY early for one of our family gatherings to end. But it's Sunday and the kids have school and hubby has work tomorrow, so it's good that we came on home. We even had time to fit in a little America's Funniest Videos, which is a Sunday night guilty pleasure in this house.
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Forgot to mention my trip to Kroger this morning. I purchased 55 items, including but not limited to: a frozen turkey, a bag of dog food, two dozen Eggsland's Best eggs, six cans of Pillsbury cinnamon rolls, three cans of Pillsbury crescent rolls, four bags of Goldfish, five bags of pasta, two bags of Clementine oranges, and a bunch of other groceries. Shelf price was $93.02, but after my coupons, I paid only $34.38! MAN, I love the Grocery Game. :)
Saturday, November 18, 2006
LET'S CALL THIS "THE ONE ABOUT TARGET"
Woke up this morning to the sound of the dog's collar jingling at 6:50 a.m. That's really too early to get up on a Saturday, but I did it since hubby is the one who gets up and lets her out about 99% of the time, and I figured I owed him one.
Turns out it was good that Bailey had awakened me early, as I had to make a run to Target to take advantage of their sales and coupons. If you ever shop Target, you should definitely avail yourselves of their coupons - go to www.target.com, then scroll down to the bottom of the page. There you'll find a link to their current coupon deals, which are typically fantastic. Keep in mind that you can stack coupons on many of the deals, too, which makes their prices even lower.
Quick "stacking" tip: Most stores will allow you to use two coupons on one item, provided that one of them is a manufacturer's coupon and the other is a store coupon. You can easily tell which is which by looking at the top of the coupon. Oh, and for the record, all the Target coupons on their website are store coupons, so if you happen to have a manufacturer's coupon for, say, Diet Coke, you can use both and get sodas really cheaply.
Today I purchased 18 items (including four 12-packs of soda, three packs of cheese, two bottles of salsa, three bags of chips, one set of Glade Trios candles, and several other items) and had 19 coupons (stacked two on the candles). The shelf price for everything I bought was $44.73. After my coupons, I paid $19.75.
Love me some Tarjay.
Woke up this morning to the sound of the dog's collar jingling at 6:50 a.m. That's really too early to get up on a Saturday, but I did it since hubby is the one who gets up and lets her out about 99% of the time, and I figured I owed him one.
Turns out it was good that Bailey had awakened me early, as I had to make a run to Target to take advantage of their sales and coupons. If you ever shop Target, you should definitely avail yourselves of their coupons - go to www.target.com, then scroll down to the bottom of the page. There you'll find a link to their current coupon deals, which are typically fantastic. Keep in mind that you can stack coupons on many of the deals, too, which makes their prices even lower.
Quick "stacking" tip: Most stores will allow you to use two coupons on one item, provided that one of them is a manufacturer's coupon and the other is a store coupon. You can easily tell which is which by looking at the top of the coupon. Oh, and for the record, all the Target coupons on their website are store coupons, so if you happen to have a manufacturer's coupon for, say, Diet Coke, you can use both and get sodas really cheaply.
Today I purchased 18 items (including four 12-packs of soda, three packs of cheese, two bottles of salsa, three bags of chips, one set of Glade Trios candles, and several other items) and had 19 coupons (stacked two on the candles). The shelf price for everything I bought was $44.73. After my coupons, I paid $19.75.
Love me some Tarjay.
Friday, November 17, 2006
UNDER THE WIRE
Just woke up from a doze on the sofa and realized it's 11:33 p.m. CST, and I had not yet blogged today. Better hurry.
Today was Girl Scouts, where we worked on our Safety Patch. My EMTsis took good care of us and pretty much ran the meeting. She brought the local training ambulance to the house and went over safety measures. She also had a really cool machine that allowed the girls to "call" 911 and practice giving their names and addresses to a recorded-but-very-real-sounding voice. I wish I could remember what this machine is called...I'm going to find out and will post it here soon.
Part two of the meeting involved making fire escape maps. My sister had drawn up a simple floorplan of my house and had the girls draw colored lines to the nearest exits (of which my home has three). She even drew in a "fire" in the kitchen and told the girls to be sure and avoid it when they were drawing the lines. For example, they had to draw a red line from the breakfast nook to the nearest exit, a yellow line from the living room to the nearest exit, etc., but since they had to avoid the fire in the kitchen, it took a little more thought than simple A-to-B line drawing. Clever, sis.
The girls also made bookmarks that said "911 - Police, Fire, Ambulance" on them. I wish we'd had time for everyone to write down their addresses on the back, as several of the girls don't know theirs. Moms - please make sure your kids know their own addresses and phone numbers ASAP. You just never know when they will need that information.
Lastly, EMTsis took the girls outside and told them, "On the count of three, all of your clothes are on fire. Show me what you should do." On three, all eight girls hit the ground and did the right thing - Stop, Drop, and Roll. Yay for my troop!
After all the activities, the girls were allowed to tour the ambulance, where they could touch the oxygen masks, lie on the stretcher, and basically lay their hands on anything they saw (no drugs or needles are ever stocked on the training ambulance, so they were perfectly safe). In a big finale, EMTsis turned on the lights and sirens and gave the girls an earful. It was the perfect end to a really fun meeting!
Just woke up from a doze on the sofa and realized it's 11:33 p.m. CST, and I had not yet blogged today. Better hurry.
Today was Girl Scouts, where we worked on our Safety Patch. My EMTsis took good care of us and pretty much ran the meeting. She brought the local training ambulance to the house and went over safety measures. She also had a really cool machine that allowed the girls to "call" 911 and practice giving their names and addresses to a recorded-but-very-real-sounding voice. I wish I could remember what this machine is called...I'm going to find out and will post it here soon.
Part two of the meeting involved making fire escape maps. My sister had drawn up a simple floorplan of my house and had the girls draw colored lines to the nearest exits (of which my home has three). She even drew in a "fire" in the kitchen and told the girls to be sure and avoid it when they were drawing the lines. For example, they had to draw a red line from the breakfast nook to the nearest exit, a yellow line from the living room to the nearest exit, etc., but since they had to avoid the fire in the kitchen, it took a little more thought than simple A-to-B line drawing. Clever, sis.
The girls also made bookmarks that said "911 - Police, Fire, Ambulance" on them. I wish we'd had time for everyone to write down their addresses on the back, as several of the girls don't know theirs. Moms - please make sure your kids know their own addresses and phone numbers ASAP. You just never know when they will need that information.
Lastly, EMTsis took the girls outside and told them, "On the count of three, all of your clothes are on fire. Show me what you should do." On three, all eight girls hit the ground and did the right thing - Stop, Drop, and Roll. Yay for my troop!
After all the activities, the girls were allowed to tour the ambulance, where they could touch the oxygen masks, lie on the stretcher, and basically lay their hands on anything they saw (no drugs or needles are ever stocked on the training ambulance, so they were perfectly safe). In a big finale, EMTsis turned on the lights and sirens and gave the girls an earful. It was the perfect end to a really fun meeting!
Thursday, November 16, 2006
HATH HELL FROZEN OVER?
Must be holiday time, because the car is in the shop again. Initial quote: $448. Plus tax. Plus some other charges, I'm sure, as I have not paid it yet, and we all know how car "estimates" go.
I'm tired of car repairs, particularly since the Saturn will be twelve years old in January, and currently has about 175,000 miles on it. We've been coasting by with no car payments for the past year or so, but reliable transportation is more important, so I predict car shopping soon.
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Well, what do you know. The repair shop just called and said that since they didn't have to replace the fuel filter, the cost dropped to $370. That has never happened. I'm too stunned to keep typing...
Must be holiday time, because the car is in the shop again. Initial quote: $448. Plus tax. Plus some other charges, I'm sure, as I have not paid it yet, and we all know how car "estimates" go.
I'm tired of car repairs, particularly since the Saturn will be twelve years old in January, and currently has about 175,000 miles on it. We've been coasting by with no car payments for the past year or so, but reliable transportation is more important, so I predict car shopping soon.
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Well, what do you know. The repair shop just called and said that since they didn't have to replace the fuel filter, the cost dropped to $370. That has never happened. I'm too stunned to keep typing...
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
THIS'LL BE SHORT AND SWEET
I am not feeling at all well this evening. I am experiencing intermittent stabbing pains in my right ear, and I am unbelievably tired. It's the I-can-barely-hold-my-eyes-open-as-I-type-this kind of tired. That's pretty serious for 7:39 p.m., especially since my normal bedtime is around 10:30 or 11:00 on weeknights.
Quick recap of the day:
Worked on Tnk's house today - we took up the nasty lineoleum in the den, finished painting the exterior of the closets and the new drywall around the French doors, and shopped for supplies at Lowe's. We were only moderately successful in our shopping trip, as the paint guy couldn't match the sample we brought him; the door guy could not find an appropriate threshold nor a ball bearing in all of the store; and the cashier didn't know how to look up UPC codes on unmarked items (namely the threshold, which was going to be too big anyway so Tnk told them to just keep it).
Tree was kind enough to bring us lunch from Wendy's. I had a cup of chili, which was really good since I was already starting to feel sick. Plus it was cold outside, so the warmth of the cup felt really good.
I told Tnk I'd help her again tomorrow, but I probably won't be able to. One, I am coming down with something, and two, it looks like the Saturn has one foot in the grave (again). Hubby called on his way home and said that he kept having to shift it into neutral so it wouldn't die at stoplights. Yay, happy fun car shopping.
Off to bed now. Nighty-night.
I am not feeling at all well this evening. I am experiencing intermittent stabbing pains in my right ear, and I am unbelievably tired. It's the I-can-barely-hold-my-eyes-open-as-I-type-this kind of tired. That's pretty serious for 7:39 p.m., especially since my normal bedtime is around 10:30 or 11:00 on weeknights.
Quick recap of the day:
Worked on Tnk's house today - we took up the nasty lineoleum in the den, finished painting the exterior of the closets and the new drywall around the French doors, and shopped for supplies at Lowe's. We were only moderately successful in our shopping trip, as the paint guy couldn't match the sample we brought him; the door guy could not find an appropriate threshold nor a ball bearing in all of the store; and the cashier didn't know how to look up UPC codes on unmarked items (namely the threshold, which was going to be too big anyway so Tnk told them to just keep it).
Tree was kind enough to bring us lunch from Wendy's. I had a cup of chili, which was really good since I was already starting to feel sick. Plus it was cold outside, so the warmth of the cup felt really good.
I told Tnk I'd help her again tomorrow, but I probably won't be able to. One, I am coming down with something, and two, it looks like the Saturn has one foot in the grave (again). Hubby called on his way home and said that he kept having to shift it into neutral so it wouldn't die at stoplights. Yay, happy fun car shopping.
Off to bed now. Nighty-night.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
BACK TO WORK AT TNK'S PLACE
Today the siblings and I worked on Tnk's house for the first time since her accident back in March. I'd forgotten how intensive manual labor can be - what a workout!
Actually, it wasn't that bad. Today I painted the storage room and the closet walls and doors outside that room. It's amazing what a coat of paint can do for a grimy, fingerprinty door. We're nowhere near done with the work on that room, but between my paint job and her window cleaning, it already looks a hundred times better.
Tnk's handyman Mike was there today, too. His job was to cut a 4' x 7' hole in the wall between the living room and the den (formerly known as "the garage," which was enclosed sometime in the '70s). In the hole, Mike is installing French doors. I had to leave before he put the doors up, but even with a gaping rectangle where the wall used to be, both rooms look about twice as spacious as they did before.
The reason for all this work right now is that Tnk is hosting our family Thanksgiving feast at her house this Sunday. I think it will be a fun yet slightly melancholy day: Tnk's house is the same one we grew up in, and the one our mother was living in when she passed away. I know that her presence will be strongly felt.
Tomorrow I'm going back to help out a little more. I know Mom would love all the upgrades we've done on the house; just wish she could be here to see them.
Today the siblings and I worked on Tnk's house for the first time since her accident back in March. I'd forgotten how intensive manual labor can be - what a workout!
Actually, it wasn't that bad. Today I painted the storage room and the closet walls and doors outside that room. It's amazing what a coat of paint can do for a grimy, fingerprinty door. We're nowhere near done with the work on that room, but between my paint job and her window cleaning, it already looks a hundred times better.
Tnk's handyman Mike was there today, too. His job was to cut a 4' x 7' hole in the wall between the living room and the den (formerly known as "the garage," which was enclosed sometime in the '70s). In the hole, Mike is installing French doors. I had to leave before he put the doors up, but even with a gaping rectangle where the wall used to be, both rooms look about twice as spacious as they did before.
The reason for all this work right now is that Tnk is hosting our family Thanksgiving feast at her house this Sunday. I think it will be a fun yet slightly melancholy day: Tnk's house is the same one we grew up in, and the one our mother was living in when she passed away. I know that her presence will be strongly felt.
Tomorrow I'm going back to help out a little more. I know Mom would love all the upgrades we've done on the house; just wish she could be here to see them.
Monday, November 13, 2006
NEW FORMAT
Hello, all! What do you think of the new digs? I miss you guys on my sidebar, but never fear - I will fix my blog up to be just as linky as ever.
Not much to report for today. I did have lunch with my youngest brother (Tree) and Tnk today. I almost never see Tree anymore, so it was a real pleasure to visit for awhile. He is about to graduate from the Houston Police Academy (what is it with my siblings and their law-enforcement yens?) so he and Tnk naturally had lots to talk about. While I love a good story - and they ARE good stories, LOL - I couldn't help but feel a little left out. I have zero excitement in my own life at the moment. Oh, who am I kidding? I have zero excitement in my own life pretty consistently.
Yes, the kids and hubby are great. But I can't top a story about an 80-year-old woman in a bikini being arrested for drunk driving. Not every day, anyway.
Better get dinner started. Whoo, hold me back.
Hello, all! What do you think of the new digs? I miss you guys on my sidebar, but never fear - I will fix my blog up to be just as linky as ever.
Not much to report for today. I did have lunch with my youngest brother (Tree) and Tnk today. I almost never see Tree anymore, so it was a real pleasure to visit for awhile. He is about to graduate from the Houston Police Academy (what is it with my siblings and their law-enforcement yens?) so he and Tnk naturally had lots to talk about. While I love a good story - and they ARE good stories, LOL - I couldn't help but feel a little left out. I have zero excitement in my own life at the moment. Oh, who am I kidding? I have zero excitement in my own life pretty consistently.
Yes, the kids and hubby are great. But I can't top a story about an 80-year-old woman in a bikini being arrested for drunk driving. Not every day, anyway.
Better get dinner started. Whoo, hold me back.
Sunday, November 12, 2006
THE MEN IN ORANGE
First of all, let's have a moment of silence for the men in burnt orange, the University of Texas Longhorns, who lost to Kansas State 45-42 last night in a nailbiter. K State injured our quarterback in the first drive, and with our inexperienced backup taking his place, UT had little chance to pull it out. [cue Taps playing softly in the background...]
In soccer news, today is the day! This afternoon the Houston Dynamo vie for the title of MLS Champions against the New England Revolution (Beth, Zach will totally know what I'm talking about :). Thousands of Houstonians have made the trek to the Frisco, Texas, Pizza Hut park to watch the game. We were almost among them, but decided to stay home and watch the game for free on TV. (Plug: ABC network, 2:30 p.m. CST. Tune in and cheer for the orange team!)
In order to send some good mojo their way, our family is having an "orange" party. We're all wearing Dynamo and/or orange shirts, we spread out an orange blanket to cover the couch, and we're partaking of orange foods and beverages. Among the latter:
Oranges
Carrots
Squash soup
Sweet potatoes
Grilled cheese sandwiches made with cheddar, which is closer to orange than American cheese
Cheetos
Nacho-flavor Goldfish
Chips and queso (close to orange, right?)
Orange Fanta for the kids
Diet Sunkist for the adults
Oops, game's about to start. Go Dynamo!
Edited at 5:34 p.m. CST - THEY DID IT! THE DYNAMO WON THE MLS CUP! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
First of all, let's have a moment of silence for the men in burnt orange, the University of Texas Longhorns, who lost to Kansas State 45-42 last night in a nailbiter. K State injured our quarterback in the first drive, and with our inexperienced backup taking his place, UT had little chance to pull it out. [cue Taps playing softly in the background...]
In soccer news, today is the day! This afternoon the Houston Dynamo vie for the title of MLS Champions against the New England Revolution (Beth, Zach will totally know what I'm talking about :). Thousands of Houstonians have made the trek to the Frisco, Texas, Pizza Hut park to watch the game. We were almost among them, but decided to stay home and watch the game for free on TV. (Plug: ABC network, 2:30 p.m. CST. Tune in and cheer for the orange team!)
In order to send some good mojo their way, our family is having an "orange" party. We're all wearing Dynamo and/or orange shirts, we spread out an orange blanket to cover the couch, and we're partaking of orange foods and beverages. Among the latter:
Oranges
Carrots
Squash soup
Sweet potatoes
Grilled cheese sandwiches made with cheddar, which is closer to orange than American cheese
Cheetos
Nacho-flavor Goldfish
Chips and queso (close to orange, right?)
Orange Fanta for the kids
Diet Sunkist for the adults
Oops, game's about to start. Go Dynamo!
Edited at 5:34 p.m. CST - THEY DID IT! THE DYNAMO WON THE MLS CUP! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Saturday, November 11, 2006
THUS QUOTH THE VICHY, "NEVERMORE"
To all who asked how Pey's party went, let me just lay it out there for ya: No more slumber parties at my house. Well, none that include one particular friend of Pey's. Just for fun, let's call her Brat. Brat is nine years old.
She started off the evening by walking into my house for the first time and approaching K, who was playing his guitar. I thought she'd say something like "cool, you play guitar!" Instead, we heard, "My aunt plays better than you do."
Thinking I must have misheard her, I sat there with my mouth open. Then she turns to me and says, "Really, my aunt DOES play waaay better than he does."
K later told me that he really wanted to say "wanna bet?" but he held back. I totally would have given him a pass for saying that.
Other fun with Brat:
1. At my friend's house (where we were scrapbooking), Brat was constantly running all around the house, despite the fact that she'd been told to stop because, among other things, Laura's baby was sleeping. I even caught her looking under door jambs to see what was behind closed doors.
2. After eating pizza, I told all the girls they needed to wash their hands so that they wouldn't get grease on their scrapbooks and pictures. Here's how that conversation played out:
Brat (whining): I don't neeeeed to.
Me: Yes, you do.
Brat (smearing pizza grease on her jeans): NoooOOOooo. I don't either.
Me: Get into the bathroom and wash your hands.
Brat: (stomps and grunts all the way to the bathroom) I'm just going to use water.
Me (sighing heavily): No, you're going to use soap.
Brat: I don't need it.
Me: Yes, you do.
At this point, she stops responding and just rinses her hands off, looking in the mirror and nonchalantly glancing toward the door to see if I'm still there. Knowing that the minute I turn my back she'll try to get away without using soap, I fold my arms, lean against the door, and just stare at her. Eventually I have to tell her again to get some soap, which she finally does. This process took nearly five full minutes.
3. Laura had borrowed a chocolate fountain for last night's crop, which was a big hit with everyone there. I took the girls into the kitchen so they could get some, and I handed them each a small plate. Three of my girls took a few marshmallows and strawberries, but Brat grabbed a big bunch of everything and then announced, "I need MORE chocolate." Then she stuck her plate under the fountain. OMG, what a mess - and a waste of chocolate. I gathered everyone up, let them eat what they had, then told them that was it for the evening. At this point it was nearly 9:00 anyway, and the last thing they needed was more sugar.
4. As it turns out, Brat is one of those sneaky-type girls (I hate that personality trait). Several times throughout the evening, she'd slip from her chair and disappear. I always found her in the kitchen dipping into the fountain again, even though I'd told her no more. She knew what she was doing was wrong, because she'd jump every time she saw me. I herded her back into the living room to work on her scrapbook time after time. (At one point, Laura noticed that I was getting frustrated and quietly offered me a beer. I graciously declined, as I figured "Pey's mom drinks!" would be the story that would get back to Brat's mom.)
5. Near the end of the evening, Brat started chasing Laura's two beautiful dogs around the house. She'd been told repeatedly to stop running, and as I sternly told her to get back to her chair, Laura, quite frustrated by this point, said "You need to go sit on the couch NOW." Now two adults were disciplining Brat, so she complied. She went to the sofa and laid down and went to sleep.
6. Only, no, she didn't. She faked being asleep. About ten minutes later, we had packed up and were ready to leave, and Brat wouldn't get up. She even did the heavy-breathing thing to try and fake us out. I leaned over and sat her up, and she flopped her head to one side, still "sleeping." Then I quietly said, "Well, if you're sleeping, I'll just take you home instead of to my house." Magically, her eyes popped open and she grinned and said, "I want to go to your house."
Darn.
The rest of the night was a blur to me because I felt like I'd been hit by a truck. We put all the girls down on sleeping bags in the living room and rented "Garfield II", and I set myself up a little bed on the sofa (much to Brat's chagrin - which is scary, now that I think about it). I was awakened a few times during the night, but this morning was wonderful because Brat's mom called two hours before everyone was supposed to leave and said that they needed to pick her up early. Oh heavenly bliss.
The other girls, by the way, were terrific. Pey has told everyone that she had a "great" birthday. She is very proud of her scrapbook, and even though I know I'm biased, I have to agree that it's beautiful.
This afternoon I (jokingly) asked Pey if she wanted to have Brat over to spend the night again tonight. She rolled her eyes, sighed, and said "No way." I think she was just as frustrated (and maybe a little embarrassed) as I was over Brat's antics last night.
Some good news - During K's soccer game today, he scored TWO goals! That's the first time he's ever scored a goal during a game, and we couldn't be prouder of him. I wish everyone could have seen the grin on his face; it was awesome.
I think I'll go take that nap now. I have a feeling that the fatigue I feel from last night is going to stay with me for a few days.
To all who asked how Pey's party went, let me just lay it out there for ya: No more slumber parties at my house. Well, none that include one particular friend of Pey's. Just for fun, let's call her Brat. Brat is nine years old.
She started off the evening by walking into my house for the first time and approaching K, who was playing his guitar. I thought she'd say something like "cool, you play guitar!" Instead, we heard, "My aunt plays better than you do."
Thinking I must have misheard her, I sat there with my mouth open. Then she turns to me and says, "Really, my aunt DOES play waaay better than he does."
K later told me that he really wanted to say "wanna bet?" but he held back. I totally would have given him a pass for saying that.
Other fun with Brat:
1. At my friend's house (where we were scrapbooking), Brat was constantly running all around the house, despite the fact that she'd been told to stop because, among other things, Laura's baby was sleeping. I even caught her looking under door jambs to see what was behind closed doors.
2. After eating pizza, I told all the girls they needed to wash their hands so that they wouldn't get grease on their scrapbooks and pictures. Here's how that conversation played out:
Brat (whining): I don't neeeeed to.
Me: Yes, you do.
Brat (smearing pizza grease on her jeans): NoooOOOooo. I don't either.
Me: Get into the bathroom and wash your hands.
Brat: (stomps and grunts all the way to the bathroom) I'm just going to use water.
Me (sighing heavily): No, you're going to use soap.
Brat: I don't need it.
Me: Yes, you do.
At this point, she stops responding and just rinses her hands off, looking in the mirror and nonchalantly glancing toward the door to see if I'm still there. Knowing that the minute I turn my back she'll try to get away without using soap, I fold my arms, lean against the door, and just stare at her. Eventually I have to tell her again to get some soap, which she finally does. This process took nearly five full minutes.
3. Laura had borrowed a chocolate fountain for last night's crop, which was a big hit with everyone there. I took the girls into the kitchen so they could get some, and I handed them each a small plate. Three of my girls took a few marshmallows and strawberries, but Brat grabbed a big bunch of everything and then announced, "I need MORE chocolate." Then she stuck her plate under the fountain. OMG, what a mess - and a waste of chocolate. I gathered everyone up, let them eat what they had, then told them that was it for the evening. At this point it was nearly 9:00 anyway, and the last thing they needed was more sugar.
4. As it turns out, Brat is one of those sneaky-type girls (I hate that personality trait). Several times throughout the evening, she'd slip from her chair and disappear. I always found her in the kitchen dipping into the fountain again, even though I'd told her no more. She knew what she was doing was wrong, because she'd jump every time she saw me. I herded her back into the living room to work on her scrapbook time after time. (At one point, Laura noticed that I was getting frustrated and quietly offered me a beer. I graciously declined, as I figured "Pey's mom drinks!" would be the story that would get back to Brat's mom.)
5. Near the end of the evening, Brat started chasing Laura's two beautiful dogs around the house. She'd been told repeatedly to stop running, and as I sternly told her to get back to her chair, Laura, quite frustrated by this point, said "You need to go sit on the couch NOW." Now two adults were disciplining Brat, so she complied. She went to the sofa and laid down and went to sleep.
6. Only, no, she didn't. She faked being asleep. About ten minutes later, we had packed up and were ready to leave, and Brat wouldn't get up. She even did the heavy-breathing thing to try and fake us out. I leaned over and sat her up, and she flopped her head to one side, still "sleeping." Then I quietly said, "Well, if you're sleeping, I'll just take you home instead of to my house." Magically, her eyes popped open and she grinned and said, "I want to go to your house."
Darn.
The rest of the night was a blur to me because I felt like I'd been hit by a truck. We put all the girls down on sleeping bags in the living room and rented "Garfield II", and I set myself up a little bed on the sofa (much to Brat's chagrin - which is scary, now that I think about it). I was awakened a few times during the night, but this morning was wonderful because Brat's mom called two hours before everyone was supposed to leave and said that they needed to pick her up early. Oh heavenly bliss.
The other girls, by the way, were terrific. Pey has told everyone that she had a "great" birthday. She is very proud of her scrapbook, and even though I know I'm biased, I have to agree that it's beautiful.
This afternoon I (jokingly) asked Pey if she wanted to have Brat over to spend the night again tonight. She rolled her eyes, sighed, and said "No way." I think she was just as frustrated (and maybe a little embarrassed) as I was over Brat's antics last night.
Some good news - During K's soccer game today, he scored TWO goals! That's the first time he's ever scored a goal during a game, and we couldn't be prouder of him. I wish everyone could have seen the grin on his face; it was awesome.
I think I'll go take that nap now. I have a feeling that the fatigue I feel from last night is going to stay with me for a few days.
Friday, November 10, 2006
FRIDAY NEWS
Pey's birthday party starts in about two hours, when the other three girls arrive and we head out to the birthday crop.
Kim's son, Trey, is out of his coma, but has apparently lost the ability to speak. He's had two MRIs, and another is scheduled. Please continue to pray for the family.
Not much else going on right now. I'll post more tomorrow, if I survive the slumber party tonight, that is! :)
Pey's birthday party starts in about two hours, when the other three girls arrive and we head out to the birthday crop.
Kim's son, Trey, is out of his coma, but has apparently lost the ability to speak. He's had two MRIs, and another is scheduled. Please continue to pray for the family.
Not much else going on right now. I'll post more tomorrow, if I survive the slumber party tonight, that is! :)
Thursday, November 09, 2006
IF YOU'RE A PRAYING PERSON, PLEASE READ THIS
My "amazing" Target finds mean nothing (see post below).
You guys may remember my sister Tnk and her near-fatal accident from earlier this year. She went through several surgeries and months of agonizing physical therapy, but I am happy to report that she is back at work on the police force and doing well.
Tnk made some good friends over the past few months, particularly with her physical therapist, Kimberly. Kim was with her through the whole ordeal, and pushed Tnk hard to get her hands working properly. The fact that Tnk made an almost perfect score on her shooting recertification was in no small part due to Kim's help and support. I had the privilege of meeting her when I'd take Tnk to and from PT.
Two days ago, Kim's 8-year-old son was hit by a speeding car. He was crossing the street near his home - in a 15 mph zone - when a woman doing 50 mph ran over him.
He has been in pediatric intensive care in a coma ever since the accident.
My heart is breaking for this family. They are a wonderful group of people, and they need our prayers.
Thank you.
My "amazing" Target finds mean nothing (see post below).
You guys may remember my sister Tnk and her near-fatal accident from earlier this year. She went through several surgeries and months of agonizing physical therapy, but I am happy to report that she is back at work on the police force and doing well.
Tnk made some good friends over the past few months, particularly with her physical therapist, Kimberly. Kim was with her through the whole ordeal, and pushed Tnk hard to get her hands working properly. The fact that Tnk made an almost perfect score on her shooting recertification was in no small part due to Kim's help and support. I had the privilege of meeting her when I'd take Tnk to and from PT.
Two days ago, Kim's 8-year-old son was hit by a speeding car. He was crossing the street near his home - in a 15 mph zone - when a woman doing 50 mph ran over him.
He has been in pediatric intensive care in a coma ever since the accident.
My heart is breaking for this family. They are a wonderful group of people, and they need our prayers.
Thank you.
TAR-JAY RULES
At least, their clearance sales do. I went there this morning because I was a doofus three months ago. Allow me to elaborate...
Sometime back in August or so, I was browsing Target's clearance racks and came across an electronic journal which was marked down from $24.99 to $6.98. Thinking this would be something cool for Pey, I picked it up.
When I went to wrap it the other day, I flipped the box over and read the back: "For use with FLY pentop computer." We-elll, I knew I didn't have one of those lying around, so I google'd it. Imagine my surprise when Amazon.com told me it would cost $125.
Yeah, that's gonna happen.
I knew that Target wouldn't feel obligated to take back the journal that they'd clearanced three months ago, so I resigned myself to getting back into ebay and trying to sell it for Christmas. I really didn't want to do that, but there was just no way I was going to drop a C-note now because I jumped the gun then.
Then glorious, glorious Target, unbeknownst to itself, came to my rescue. Today I was again browsing the clearance racks, as apparently I am wont to do, and I came across a FLY pentop computer, complete with charging stand. I could hardly believe my eyes as I beheld the lone remaining box. This $129.99 set had been marked down to - are you ready for this? - $31.98.
I swept the box up in my arms and placed it gently into my cart. My spirits were soaring, and I'm pretty sure Snow White's little birds were aflitter about my shoulders, too.
Pey will get her journal after all. Thank you, Target, for making a little girl's birthday happier, and making her mommy look a little less doofish today.
At least, their clearance sales do. I went there this morning because I was a doofus three months ago. Allow me to elaborate...
Sometime back in August or so, I was browsing Target's clearance racks and came across an electronic journal which was marked down from $24.99 to $6.98. Thinking this would be something cool for Pey, I picked it up.
When I went to wrap it the other day, I flipped the box over and read the back: "For use with FLY pentop computer." We-elll, I knew I didn't have one of those lying around, so I google'd it. Imagine my surprise when Amazon.com told me it would cost $125.
Yeah, that's gonna happen.
I knew that Target wouldn't feel obligated to take back the journal that they'd clearanced three months ago, so I resigned myself to getting back into ebay and trying to sell it for Christmas. I really didn't want to do that, but there was just no way I was going to drop a C-note now because I jumped the gun then.
Then glorious, glorious Target, unbeknownst to itself, came to my rescue. Today I was again browsing the clearance racks, as apparently I am wont to do, and I came across a FLY pentop computer, complete with charging stand. I could hardly believe my eyes as I beheld the lone remaining box. This $129.99 set had been marked down to - are you ready for this? - $31.98.
I swept the box up in my arms and placed it gently into my cart. My spirits were soaring, and I'm pretty sure Snow White's little birds were aflitter about my shoulders, too.
Pey will get her journal after all. Thank you, Target, for making a little girl's birthday happier, and making her mommy look a little less doofish today.
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
BIRTHDAY FESTIVITIES
Tomorrow my baby is turning 9 years old. I think I'll reserve my freak-out for when she hits double-digits. For now, I'm just glad to still have kids in elementary school. That makes me feel young.
Today I went shopping with my MIL. We were on a mission to pick up some gifts for the birthday girl. Pey has been keeping a wishlist in a spiral-bound notebook, so we didn't have much trouble knowing what she wants. The only problem was choosing from the hundreds of things on the list. Her list is five single-spaced pages, plus about a half-dozen sticky notes inside the front cover. The funniest thing on her list: her cousin El, whose mother is selfishly not allowing me to have her. But she is letting me borrow El this weekend for Pey's party, so that will have to suffice.
Speaking of party, Pey is going to have a good one. Her two best friends, plus El, plus Pey, natch, will be there. My friend Laura, who is a Creative Memories consultant, is hosting a scrapbooking crop for the girls. Pey is pretty excited about it! All the girls need to bring with them are about 40 pictures each, and Laura will be there to guide them through setting up their pages and journaling. She's even going to let them use all her tools. It's going to cost me around a hundred dollars for supplies, but the four girls will get to be creative and have some really cool albums to take home with them at the end of the night.
Only they're not going home that night. Pey's having a slumber party after the crop, so now the question is, where is everyone going to sleep? IF they sleep, that is.
Now I've got to get busy straightening up the house. Tomorrow is Pey's actual birthday, and we're having the grandparents over for dinner and presents. Friday = crop. Man, I've got a lot to do. Toodles!
Tomorrow my baby is turning 9 years old. I think I'll reserve my freak-out for when she hits double-digits. For now, I'm just glad to still have kids in elementary school. That makes me feel young.
Today I went shopping with my MIL. We were on a mission to pick up some gifts for the birthday girl. Pey has been keeping a wishlist in a spiral-bound notebook, so we didn't have much trouble knowing what she wants. The only problem was choosing from the hundreds of things on the list. Her list is five single-spaced pages, plus about a half-dozen sticky notes inside the front cover. The funniest thing on her list: her cousin El, whose mother is selfishly not allowing me to have her. But she is letting me borrow El this weekend for Pey's party, so that will have to suffice.
Speaking of party, Pey is going to have a good one. Her two best friends, plus El, plus Pey, natch, will be there. My friend Laura, who is a Creative Memories consultant, is hosting a scrapbooking crop for the girls. Pey is pretty excited about it! All the girls need to bring with them are about 40 pictures each, and Laura will be there to guide them through setting up their pages and journaling. She's even going to let them use all her tools. It's going to cost me around a hundred dollars for supplies, but the four girls will get to be creative and have some really cool albums to take home with them at the end of the night.
Only they're not going home that night. Pey's having a slumber party after the crop, so now the question is, where is everyone going to sleep? IF they sleep, that is.
Now I've got to get busy straightening up the house. Tomorrow is Pey's actual birthday, and we're having the grandparents over for dinner and presents. Friday = crop. Man, I've got a lot to do. Toodles!
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
THINGS THAT BUG THE VICHY, PART DEUX OR TROIS OR SO
Things I've noticed in a forum I frequent. I've posted my pet peeves here before, so excuse the duplicated idea.
Things I've noticed in a forum I frequent. I've posted my pet peeves here before, so excuse the duplicated idea.
1) ........................ - Ellipses include three periods and no more. Get your finger off the key already.
2) I had more that I needed. - It's than! It's THAN!
3) waa laa! - [sigh]
4) "dealio" - The word is "deal." Why make it longer?
5) get em' - The correct abbreviation is 'em. I wonder what word is she trying to shorten.
6) !!!!! - Why would someone need that many exclamation points????
7) :) :) :) :) - Overkill. We get that you're happy. Or psychotic.
8) "envie" - It's not cute to shorten envelope. It sounds dumb and I cringe when I read it.
/end rant
Of course, you guys know I'm not talking about you, right? You, my friends, are perfect in every way....................!!!!!
Monday, November 06, 2006
WHAT GOES UP...
...man, I don't want to finish that sentence.
It started off with a wonderful birthday on Friday. In addition to a delicious dinner and two cakes, I was gifted with scrapbook supplies, a Real Simple magazine subscription, and a KitchenAid stand mixer. All good.
On Saturday, hubby took me out shopping and we watched our favorite football team win. We shared two pitchers of beer and a lot of laughs. Even better.
Sunday we were in the stands when the Dynamo took home the Western Conference championship. K even caught a hat thrown into the stands by one of the players. At this point I was on a real high. What a wonderful weekend!
Then last night I was told that my biological father ("B"), whom I cut off all contact with six months ago, had called my in-law's house on my birthday. He left a message on their answering machine. And of course, being the sweetheart my FIL is, he called him back. Damn.
In typical "B" fashion, he obeys the letter of the law, but not the spirit. I can't believe he contacted my in-laws to talk about me. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but he did it anyway.
This may not seem like a big deal to a bystander, but OMG I am so angry right now. I have repeatedly told everyone that I am no longer speaking to B and that I don't want him to know anything - ANYTHING - about our family. I can't even begin to tell you how dead serious I am about this. And this man himself has been told point-blank to stay out of our lives and that we want NOTHING to do with him.
With all my heart and soul, I just wish B would just stay the hell away. I am very concerned because I know how he operates - you give him an inch and he'll take a mile. He will see that returned phone call as an invitation to contact my in-laws anytime. That is not what they want, and it is something I just could not handle.
I feel like I'm on the verge of a breakdown. I am honestly in physical pain right now. If you've ever felt like your heart was literally going to break, then you know how I'm feeling.
It is taking all the strength I have to not type out every awful detail about my life growing up with B right now. I want everyone to understand where I'm coming from and not think I'm overreacting. Trust me, I am not.
Sunday, November 05, 2006
ORANGE RULES
First of all, I'm sure you all know that the University of Texas football team whupped up on Oklahoma State last night. Hubby and I were out on a hot date, so we parked ourselves at a table at Hooters and stayed for three hours to watch the game on not one but TWO Hooters' tv sets. Two other tables in our section also held UT fans watching the game with us. It was a blast. Hooters has lots of tv sets. (I think I just like saying Hooters. Hooters. Mature.)
In other orange news, tonight is the Houston Dynamo vs. Colorado Rapids playoff game at Robertson Stadium. We have five tickets paid for and awaiting us at Will-Call. Naturally, it's about to rain.
We went to Dollar Tree earlier today to purchase some cheap rain ponchos. Frugal tip: Dollar Tree sells them in a pack of two for a dollar (duh). There are only five of us, but we went nuts and bought six anyway. So much for the frugalness.
And one more orange thing: I'm sitting here snacking on leftover birthday cake. I actually got two cakes this year - one white/chocolate checkerboard, and one carrot cake. In order to "keep it orange," guess which one I'm eating?
Go Dynamo!
Edited to add: They did it! Dynamo beat Colorado 3-1 and with that, clinched the Western Division title! What a game!
First of all, I'm sure you all know that the University of Texas football team whupped up on Oklahoma State last night. Hubby and I were out on a hot date, so we parked ourselves at a table at Hooters and stayed for three hours to watch the game on not one but TWO Hooters' tv sets. Two other tables in our section also held UT fans watching the game with us. It was a blast. Hooters has lots of tv sets. (I think I just like saying Hooters. Hooters. Mature.)
In other orange news, tonight is the Houston Dynamo vs. Colorado Rapids playoff game at Robertson Stadium. We have five tickets paid for and awaiting us at Will-Call. Naturally, it's about to rain.
We went to Dollar Tree earlier today to purchase some cheap rain ponchos. Frugal tip: Dollar Tree sells them in a pack of two for a dollar (duh). There are only five of us, but we went nuts and bought six anyway. So much for the frugalness.
And one more orange thing: I'm sitting here snacking on leftover birthday cake. I actually got two cakes this year - one white/chocolate checkerboard, and one carrot cake. In order to "keep it orange," guess which one I'm eating?
Go Dynamo!
Edited to add: They did it! Dynamo beat Colorado 3-1 and with that, clinched the Western Division title! What a game!
Saturday, November 04, 2006
NABLOPOMO DAY FOUR
Last night my in-laws hosted a birthday celebration for me. It was family-only, which was nice, although I do sometimes wish I'd had a party with friends sometime over the years. As it stands, I'm not planning to have any more birthdays, so I guess I'll die without knowing how it feels to have friends at your birthday party. Ah well.
I almost forgot to post today - Saturdays always throw me off. But since NaNoWriMo is not going to happen, I figured I could come up with something to write about every day for a month. This is a good month for that, too, as we have two birthdays and Thanksgiving this month. Lots to chat about.
Right now, however, I don't have time for a long chat. Hubby is taking me out tonight on a post-birthday date. We're supposed to go shopping for me, then go to Hooters to watch the UT game. But that game starts in two hours, hubby is not home from dropping the kids off yet, and when he does get here, he still has to shower and change. I don't predict much shopping tonight, but I may be wrong. I'll keep you posted.
Yay, something to blog about tomorrow!
Toodles.
Last night my in-laws hosted a birthday celebration for me. It was family-only, which was nice, although I do sometimes wish I'd had a party with friends sometime over the years. As it stands, I'm not planning to have any more birthdays, so I guess I'll die without knowing how it feels to have friends at your birthday party. Ah well.
I almost forgot to post today - Saturdays always throw me off. But since NaNoWriMo is not going to happen, I figured I could come up with something to write about every day for a month. This is a good month for that, too, as we have two birthdays and Thanksgiving this month. Lots to chat about.
Right now, however, I don't have time for a long chat. Hubby is taking me out tonight on a post-birthday date. We're supposed to go shopping for me, then go to Hooters to watch the UT game. But that game starts in two hours, hubby is not home from dropping the kids off yet, and when he does get here, he still has to shower and change. I don't predict much shopping tonight, but I may be wrong. I'll keep you posted.
Yay, something to blog about tomorrow!
Toodles.
Friday, November 03, 2006
NOBEMBER TURD
That's how my grandpa used to say that I said "November third" when I was a toddler. Eventually that evolved into people calling me a November Turd. I'd be offended, but hey, sometimes it's probably true.
My EMTsis took me out to lunch today at a restaurant called Hasta La Pasta. If you like Italian cuisine, you'll like this place. I had their signature dish, which is basically fettucine alfredo with cilantro cream sauce and grilled chicken. It was delicious, but man am I full. I couldn't even eat the free cheesecake they brought out for me. On the up side: Leftovers!
As we were finishing up our lunch, our waitress dropped a plate from the table next to us. It shattered all over the place, and I am pretty sure that the pain in my forehead is from shrapnel. I'm glad I was wearing jeans, because pieces of that plate hit me and my sister in the legs with enough force to make us wince. Fortunately, my leftovers had already been boxed and bagged, so they were safe from the fallout. The waitress had no idea the broken plate pieces had travelled that far, and in retrospect, we probably should have said something. If we'd still been eating, we definitely would have, as little pieces of white ceramic were all over our table and on our plates. As it was, we were finished and getting ready to leave.
That said, however, if I should start bleeding from the forehead, I'll be making some phone calls. Hasta La Vista, baby.
That's how my grandpa used to say that I said "November third" when I was a toddler. Eventually that evolved into people calling me a November Turd. I'd be offended, but hey, sometimes it's probably true.
My EMTsis took me out to lunch today at a restaurant called Hasta La Pasta. If you like Italian cuisine, you'll like this place. I had their signature dish, which is basically fettucine alfredo with cilantro cream sauce and grilled chicken. It was delicious, but man am I full. I couldn't even eat the free cheesecake they brought out for me. On the up side: Leftovers!
As we were finishing up our lunch, our waitress dropped a plate from the table next to us. It shattered all over the place, and I am pretty sure that the pain in my forehead is from shrapnel. I'm glad I was wearing jeans, because pieces of that plate hit me and my sister in the legs with enough force to make us wince. Fortunately, my leftovers had already been boxed and bagged, so they were safe from the fallout. The waitress had no idea the broken plate pieces had travelled that far, and in retrospect, we probably should have said something. If we'd still been eating, we definitely would have, as little pieces of white ceramic were all over our table and on our plates. As it was, we were finished and getting ready to leave.
That said, however, if I should start bleeding from the forehead, I'll be making some phone calls. Hasta La Vista, baby.
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