I just finished eating a ridiculously disgusting number of tacos. Homemade, with tons of veggies, but tacos none the less. Yum. The even more disgusting part? I would eat another one right now if SB hadn't been giving me weird looks that suggested he may leave my ass if I took one more bite.
For lunch today I had Subway, which I haven't had in a while. I was pretty excited, until the girl asked what I wanted.
"A 6" Spicy Italian on Brown.
She turned around to grab the bread, but grabbed the Italian bread.
- No, brown bread please.
She smiled and mumbled okay, grabbed a brown bread, then cut the bread, then asked what kind of meat I wanted.
- The Spicy Italian.
- You said you wanted brown
- Yes, brown bread, but Spicy Italian sub.
This confused her, so she called over one of her cohorts.
- Spicy Italian please.
- That's a kind of bread.
- No....I'm pretty sure it's a sandwich. It's listed right there under the BMT - see - on the menu there...
They both stared blankly at me, then called over another cohort.
- Can I have a Spicy Italian sandwich please?
- Sure....
Then he went on to explain it to the two other dimwits.
The rest of my sandwich construction went okay, until it came time for the sauce.
- Mayo please
Another blank stare.
- Mayonnaise? Mayo.....
Still staring blankly, then she calls over smart guy who knew what sub I was talking about and told him she couldn't understand what sauce I wanted. He looked at me.
- Mayo - I would like to have mayo."
He turned to her, and I sweart to god, said "Mayo." And then she put mayo.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Off my meds again...
Thus, randomness abounds. Sorry about that, but I keep finding myself thinking of millions of funny little things a day.
My whole life I hated mayonnaise. I'm not sure why, but for about 25 years the very sight of it skeeved me. When I worked at McDonald's I refused to make the McLobster without rubber gloves on because I didn't want to get any of the lobster/mayo mixture on my hands. I was lost and starving at many many many functions because people serve two things at gatherings for lots of people: macaroni/potato salads and chicken/egg salad finger sandwiches. I ate a hell of a lot of crudite.
Then, three years ago I suddenly got over it. I think it was the appeal of the yummy greasy Moe's french fries served alongside the mayo, but I gave mayo a try. Now I have been spending the last three years trying all kinds of things I previously wouldn't eat. Here are some things I have been particularly enjoying:
1) egg salad sandwiches - I eat about two a week. So good.
2) fries and mayo - nuff said
3) fries and flavored mayo from Frite Alors, the Belgian fry place down the street.
4) McChicken sandwich, which I previously ate with only ketchup, but which is so much better with mayo
5) Wendy's Bad Burger (aka Big Bacon Classic) - I used to order the regular burger with only ketchup. This is way better.
All of this to say, I think I have deduced how that extra 15 pounds crept up on me.
My whole life I hated mayonnaise. I'm not sure why, but for about 25 years the very sight of it skeeved me. When I worked at McDonald's I refused to make the McLobster without rubber gloves on because I didn't want to get any of the lobster/mayo mixture on my hands. I was lost and starving at many many many functions because people serve two things at gatherings for lots of people: macaroni/potato salads and chicken/egg salad finger sandwiches. I ate a hell of a lot of crudite.
Then, three years ago I suddenly got over it. I think it was the appeal of the yummy greasy Moe's french fries served alongside the mayo, but I gave mayo a try. Now I have been spending the last three years trying all kinds of things I previously wouldn't eat. Here are some things I have been particularly enjoying:
1) egg salad sandwiches - I eat about two a week. So good.
2) fries and mayo - nuff said
3) fries and flavored mayo from Frite Alors, the Belgian fry place down the street.
4) McChicken sandwich, which I previously ate with only ketchup, but which is so much better with mayo
5) Wendy's Bad Burger (aka Big Bacon Classic) - I used to order the regular burger with only ketchup. This is way better.
All of this to say, I think I have deduced how that extra 15 pounds crept up on me.
Monday, May 28, 2007
Things I am pondering today
- it's amazing how long it takes to get used to the fridge door opening the other way, after having it one way for over five years.
-it's amazing how dull you will let your little mini milk bag cutter get. The old green one worked more like a hack saw by the end of it. The new one slices right through. Great $1 investment.
-why do my allergies make my feet itch? Why, oh why?
-do dogs get headaches?
-I always thought the very definition of a burrito was that it had refried beans in it. Tortilla, beans, meat = good. This weekend at Taco Bell I found they serve some of them with rice instead of beans. Am I the only one who finds this disturbing?
-it's amazing how dull you will let your little mini milk bag cutter get. The old green one worked more like a hack saw by the end of it. The new one slices right through. Great $1 investment.
-why do my allergies make my feet itch? Why, oh why?
-do dogs get headaches?
-I always thought the very definition of a burrito was that it had refried beans in it. Tortilla, beans, meat = good. This weekend at Taco Bell I found they serve some of them with rice instead of beans. Am I the only one who finds this disturbing?
Friday, May 25, 2007
It's hot out there!
Wowie, I can't believe it's May! Two days in a row of hot hot summertime days. Woohoo. Except I've been kinda busy cleaning the house and doing the laundry. But I was still able to spend a few hours each day just sittin' outside. Chillin'. Well, not really chillin', because it's hot. But you know.
This weekend is Ems's birthday. Happy Birthday Ems!!! I forget when we're celebrating, but I think it's sometime around Christmas. Because that's when everyone can finally get together. But Happy Birthday now, until then!!!
Also, SB's bro's birthday was yesterday and guess what? We're celebrating at the Keg tomorrow night!!! WooHooo!!! Haven't been to the Keg in a while, because of that pesky mortgage we have now, so I really can't wait. When I got the email invite, I literally squealed. Which made Charlie raise his eyebrows at me in that way he does when he's thinking of eating my toes.
I've been trying to do some writing this week. That's right people, actually writing. My chosen career path. It's really hard. When did it get so hard? The problem isn't the actual writing, it's the fact that I have about 300 ideas in my head for stuff I'd like to work on, and I try to start one thing, but keep thinking about the other thing, so I put one thing aside, and work on the other thing for a bit, then get more ideas about one thing.
That's all for now peeps. I'm trying to update more often, because it annoys me when people never update, and then I realized, hey wait a minute, I never update. So now I'm updating. And if it's crappy, I don't want to hear about it.
This weekend is Ems's birthday. Happy Birthday Ems!!! I forget when we're celebrating, but I think it's sometime around Christmas. Because that's when everyone can finally get together. But Happy Birthday now, until then!!!
Also, SB's bro's birthday was yesterday and guess what? We're celebrating at the Keg tomorrow night!!! WooHooo!!! Haven't been to the Keg in a while, because of that pesky mortgage we have now, so I really can't wait. When I got the email invite, I literally squealed. Which made Charlie raise his eyebrows at me in that way he does when he's thinking of eating my toes.
I've been trying to do some writing this week. That's right people, actually writing. My chosen career path. It's really hard. When did it get so hard? The problem isn't the actual writing, it's the fact that I have about 300 ideas in my head for stuff I'd like to work on, and I try to start one thing, but keep thinking about the other thing, so I put one thing aside, and work on the other thing for a bit, then get more ideas about one thing.
That's all for now peeps. I'm trying to update more often, because it annoys me when people never update, and then I realized, hey wait a minute, I never update. So now I'm updating. And if it's crappy, I don't want to hear about it.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
That sh*t is funny!
Have you seen this? It's so wrong. And yet, also, so funny. Just the way I like it.
What about this? That's just funny. What can be wrong about that?
So, as you can see, I haven't been up to too much. I am a little scared to undertake any major tasks, projects or responsibilities because I'm terrified of what will go wrong when I do so. So I'm just keepin' on keepin' on, as they say.
We did some dog sitting this weekend, which we don't generally do, but I was feeling generous and the price was right. Our little houseguest, Chester, was very sweet, and very quiet, so basically the opposite of Charlie. The only thing that was slightly annoying was his obsession with our cat, and Simon's subsequent hatred of Chester. I've never heard Simon growl before, but there he went growling. Growling from the top of the kitchen cabinets. Growling on the sofa table. Growling from the top of SB's head at 3:30 in the morning.
TV season is wrapping up, which is sad, but also good because we all know I am a slave to TV, so maybe now I will actually leave the house once in a while. There are tons of fun things to do in our new neighborhood, and I can't wait to participate. There's a dog park right up the street, where our dogs can go and not interact with other dogs, but waddle from person to person to see if anyone has any spare cheese. And, how convenient is it that there is a fantastic fromagerie right down the street?
What about this? That's just funny. What can be wrong about that?
So, as you can see, I haven't been up to too much. I am a little scared to undertake any major tasks, projects or responsibilities because I'm terrified of what will go wrong when I do so. So I'm just keepin' on keepin' on, as they say.
We did some dog sitting this weekend, which we don't generally do, but I was feeling generous and the price was right. Our little houseguest, Chester, was very sweet, and very quiet, so basically the opposite of Charlie. The only thing that was slightly annoying was his obsession with our cat, and Simon's subsequent hatred of Chester. I've never heard Simon growl before, but there he went growling. Growling from the top of the kitchen cabinets. Growling on the sofa table. Growling from the top of SB's head at 3:30 in the morning.
TV season is wrapping up, which is sad, but also good because we all know I am a slave to TV, so maybe now I will actually leave the house once in a while. There are tons of fun things to do in our new neighborhood, and I can't wait to participate. There's a dog park right up the street, where our dogs can go and not interact with other dogs, but waddle from person to person to see if anyone has any spare cheese. And, how convenient is it that there is a fantastic fromagerie right down the street?
Thursday, May 17, 2007
If only I knew a guy...
The Sopranos has three episodes left. In the last few eps, we have seen Tony struggling with a gambling addiction, which I thought was a bit random because they have shown him gambling maybe once in the past. But whatever, he kept losing and losing and losing, but couldn't stop gambling. This past episode showed Tony get into a car crash with another main character (I don't want to wreck it for those of you who haven't seen it yet), and other main character had become a point of concern for Tony. So instead of calling 911 right away, Tony covered Main Character's nose and let him choke to death on his own blood (in Tony's defence, it wasn't looking too good for Main Character anyway).
After this, there are funerals, etc, and then Tony takes a trip alone to Vegas. He puts down a chip in roulette and wins. Then wins again four times in a row. His conclusion is that Main Character was a drain to him, a curse, vexing him to have continued bad luck. But now that he's gone, Tony's luck has changed.
My question?
Who do I have to get bumped off to have some good luck for once?
On Friday, our business van died. Dead. Towed away and scrapped. This, not even two months after our computer died. Not even two weeks after Hiring Fiasco 2007. We have a new used van now, and hopefully the other business vehicle will keep on keepin' on, but it has never looked good for that one, so chances are slim it will make it through the summer.
Other than that, things are lovely. We are dog sitting for one of our clients this weekend, so keep your fingers crossed that it will go well!
After this, there are funerals, etc, and then Tony takes a trip alone to Vegas. He puts down a chip in roulette and wins. Then wins again four times in a row. His conclusion is that Main Character was a drain to him, a curse, vexing him to have continued bad luck. But now that he's gone, Tony's luck has changed.
My question?
Who do I have to get bumped off to have some good luck for once?
On Friday, our business van died. Dead. Towed away and scrapped. This, not even two months after our computer died. Not even two weeks after Hiring Fiasco 2007. We have a new used van now, and hopefully the other business vehicle will keep on keepin' on, but it has never looked good for that one, so chances are slim it will make it through the summer.
Other than that, things are lovely. We are dog sitting for one of our clients this weekend, so keep your fingers crossed that it will go well!
Friday, May 11, 2007
Ever the optomist
This morning is Regis and Kelly's Mom's Dream Come True show. Total tear-fest - sad stories, hardships, reunions, community activism, etc.
While enjoying my coffee and fighting off tears (two people deployed to Iraq miraculously brought back to thank their sister for taking care of their little boy for over a year while they are fighting a war - come on, who can keep a dry eye for that?), there was a story about a woman who has adopted 8 special needs kids.
Not like missing a toe kids, kids who are in wheelchairs for life, with severe brain damage. Blind kids. Stuff like that.
And while her town was following her around as she picked up all her gifts from Regis and Kelly, I found myself thinking "She must get a giant benefit cheque from the government..."
This leads me to believe two things:
a) I am going straight to hell
b) I watch WAY too much Law and Order
While enjoying my coffee and fighting off tears (two people deployed to Iraq miraculously brought back to thank their sister for taking care of their little boy for over a year while they are fighting a war - come on, who can keep a dry eye for that?), there was a story about a woman who has adopted 8 special needs kids.
Not like missing a toe kids, kids who are in wheelchairs for life, with severe brain damage. Blind kids. Stuff like that.
And while her town was following her around as she picked up all her gifts from Regis and Kelly, I found myself thinking "She must get a giant benefit cheque from the government..."
This leads me to believe two things:
a) I am going straight to hell
b) I watch WAY too much Law and Order
Thursday, May 10, 2007
You know what curiousity does...
I have a problem. But, after having a fun conversation with friends, I don't think it's that uncommon.
I become interested/obsessed with cultures/religions that I have no knowledge of.
For instance, Mormons. I started reading dooce's blog a while ago, and became interested in Mormons. Why won't they drink coffee? Why do some take many wives, and some don't? How do they get around that law-wise? You know, just general questions. Then the show Big Love came on and I became obsessed with knowing more. Scratch that. Wondering more. I will rarely google Mormons. But when SB had clients from Utah, we each wondered if they had a few sister wives at home.
Where I work, there is a large community of Hassidic Jews. I'm obsessed with knowing about them. Them, I do google. I see them every day, I want to know what's up with the hats, and the wigs, and the no touching the stove on Sabbath. In relation to the stove thing, I was working a day with one of the employees, and while I was dropping off some dogs, she was in the car waiting. One of the Hassidic wives came out and asked her if she could come in the house and turn the stove down. They aren't allowed to touch the stove, but they still use the stove on the Sabbath and get other people to turn it on/adjust the temperature. (Isn't that kinda cheating?) When I came out and the employee told me this, I was aghast "and you didn't GO IN????"
So, all of that to say, I am very curious about other cultures and religions. I want to know all about their tights and curls, and 10 million children and multiple wives and abstinence from caffeine. But I'm always worried that it will come off the wrong way, and be offensive. So I never ask the questions. Although, I don't really know any Mormons, and Hassidic men are notorious for ignoring women (apparently it's disrespectful to their wives...). But if I did, I'm still not sure I'd ask.
I become interested/obsessed with cultures/religions that I have no knowledge of.
For instance, Mormons. I started reading dooce's blog a while ago, and became interested in Mormons. Why won't they drink coffee? Why do some take many wives, and some don't? How do they get around that law-wise? You know, just general questions. Then the show Big Love came on and I became obsessed with knowing more. Scratch that. Wondering more. I will rarely google Mormons. But when SB had clients from Utah, we each wondered if they had a few sister wives at home.
Where I work, there is a large community of Hassidic Jews. I'm obsessed with knowing about them. Them, I do google. I see them every day, I want to know what's up with the hats, and the wigs, and the no touching the stove on Sabbath. In relation to the stove thing, I was working a day with one of the employees, and while I was dropping off some dogs, she was in the car waiting. One of the Hassidic wives came out and asked her if she could come in the house and turn the stove down. They aren't allowed to touch the stove, but they still use the stove on the Sabbath and get other people to turn it on/adjust the temperature. (Isn't that kinda cheating?) When I came out and the employee told me this, I was aghast "and you didn't GO IN????"
So, all of that to say, I am very curious about other cultures and religions. I want to know all about their tights and curls, and 10 million children and multiple wives and abstinence from caffeine. But I'm always worried that it will come off the wrong way, and be offensive. So I never ask the questions. Although, I don't really know any Mormons, and Hassidic men are notorious for ignoring women (apparently it's disrespectful to their wives...). But if I did, I'm still not sure I'd ask.
Friday, May 04, 2007
Anyone else feel like their head is splitting in half?
I used to think I was the only one, but tons of bloggers that I read regularly are complaining of the same problem.
Chronic Sinusitis.
I never had a problem with my sinuses until my first year in university, when I go the mother of all sinus infections. I thought I was dying. I laid on the sofas in the common TV room for three days before I could go to the clinic (of course I got sick on a Friday night...). And ever since, I have been blessed with sinusitis about 3 times a year.
My nose is not runny. My throat is fine. I don't have a fever. I just feel like someone has shot golfballs up my nose into my sinuses.
I take allergy medicine. I take decongestants. I take pain reliever. Even my friend NyQuil isn't so helpful. It was so bad last night, it was waking me up. It is seriously affecting my enjoyment of our new place.
I'm thinking of trying this:
Anybody else done it?
Chronic Sinusitis.
I never had a problem with my sinuses until my first year in university, when I go the mother of all sinus infections. I thought I was dying. I laid on the sofas in the common TV room for three days before I could go to the clinic (of course I got sick on a Friday night...). And ever since, I have been blessed with sinusitis about 3 times a year.
My nose is not runny. My throat is fine. I don't have a fever. I just feel like someone has shot golfballs up my nose into my sinuses.
I take allergy medicine. I take decongestants. I take pain reliever. Even my friend NyQuil isn't so helpful. It was so bad last night, it was waking me up. It is seriously affecting my enjoyment of our new place.
I'm thinking of trying this:
Anybody else done it?
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