Just Wondering

If you are trying to watch what you eat, and your 19 month old daughter shoves some kind of sugary cereal into your mouth while you are trying to sleep, do the calories count?

Hongo

One of the Spanish speaking workers at my restaurant wanted me to order an omelet for her. Since my Spanish kinda sucks and her English kinda sucks, she wrote it out for me to decipher. The omelet that she wanted had mushrooms in it, but she didn't want the mushrooms; instead she wanted chicken. She wrote, "No hongos, sub pollo." I understood everything but "hongos."

Thinking she would be able to help me with her English, she said that she didn't want fungus. Instead, she wanted chicken. Apparently hongo means both mushrooms and fungus, so when I was picturing mold or foot fungus, she was picturing mushrooms! Don't worry, we'll hold the fungus this time.

From the Wii

I'm currently blogging from my wii-tv internet connection. How cool is that?!

Actually, it is kind of annoying because I don't have a keyboard. I'm using thre remote (wiimote) to aim at the keyboard on the screen. Maybe this will help develop my skillz!

The other problem is the slow internet connection. I don't know if I should blame the wii or comcast. I can forgive the wii because it is neat-o, but if comcast loses my connection before I post this... well I wouldn't surprised!

Exuse me, I've gotta go get knocked out in boxing. My 4 year old is scary-good!

Mine is Up

Raise your hand if Lost made you cry... and left you even more confused than before!

The Nintendo Wii

For Mother's Day, we got the Nintendo Wii. Yes, it was a gift for me, not just for the boys. The Wiis are very difficult to find, so we ended up getting one from someone off of Craig's List. He knows one of the stockers at Walmart, so he got one that way. He earned himself an extra $45 for his contact, but it was worth it! He gave us a receipt, so we are covered if there are any problems.

Oh my god, this game system is so fun!!
First of all, we had to make our little mii. It is kind of like the Sims, where you get to make the individual hair color, facial features, even height. We made one for each of the family members-too bad they don't have mii-pets, though. My little mii has freckles. She is adorable. Having your mii allows you to save all of your game progress individually, so if I am at a different stage of a game than Josh is, I can go straight to my section. Very cool.


We have "Wii Sports" and play boxing, tennis (my current favorite), bowling, golf, and baseball. It turns out I am good at sports! I knocked out Josh in the first round of boxing!! Of course, Night knocked us both out too...

We have "Wi Play" which has table tennis and some crazy games that I can't even describe.

Josh has a game to0, but I don't remember what it is called. It has shooting, clawing, and stabbing!

Our newest game is "WarioWare" and it has lots of crazy mini-games that you play-they are all really stupid but they are really addictive and fun!

I think the best part of the wii is how physical it is-boxing wears me out! I love the exercise, though, and I love that the whole family can get into it.

I just really enjoy my new wii (that sounds dirty!) and think everyone should get one too!! (no, I wasn't paid to say this-I just really like it. I know my review sounds cheesy, but I don't care. Well, I care a little bit... Just get the wii!!)

The One in which I Respond

Kat recently wrote a post about waitresses, and I've been meaning to respond to A. Wilson (read the comments under the post.) I just don't quite know how to put all my thoughts into words, but here goes...

Wtf? You were saying that the mere fact that I am a server shows you that I haven't chosen the right path and I have let opportunities pass me by? You were inferring that my being a server somehow makes me less educated than yourself, and that if you were given my opportunities, you would have a better life? Well, if I were saying that someone wasn't as smart as me, I would certainly make sure I had my grammar correct; yours was atrocious!

Even though I am just a server, I am in fact very well educated; I went to a reputable college and have tried out a few careers. The truth is, I enjoy being a server, and it is actually better for me and my family than being a teacher or dental assistant . It provides adequate income and incredible flexibility. One of the greatest things about being a server is that my occupation doesn't get in the way of my family (and I get to have a nose ring...).

More important than making money is being happy. Don't get me wrong-making lots of money helps in the happiness department, but so many other things influence happiness. The jobs that I work now make me happy, which proves that I have taken opportunities that fulfill me. How sad that people look down on careers that seem "lower-grade" to them because I am actually much happier in this career, perhaps happier than your "upper-grade" occupation makes you.

Lost in Translation?

Just in case you are ever babysitting for my kids, I want to make sure you know that when Keira says "MA-KNEE-MA-KNEE," she wants a banana. Normally, Night would be able to translate for you, but he would tell you that she wants a BYE-ANNA, so I guess that wouldn't be much help!

Potty Training Gone Wrong

So, I was at work (weekday restaurant) this afternoon cleaning up. The restaurant was still open, but I was finished with tables, so I was kind of incognito as I stuffed sugar into the little caddies on the table.

I see a little boy, maybe 3 years old, doing a little "potty dance," and then I hear the mother ask if he needs to go "potty." The boy says no. Then the mother says, (and I kid you not) "Do you need to go out in the grass?" He says yes and she swoops him up and out the front door. Surely I didn't hear her correctly. I look out the window, and sure enough, the little boy is peeing in our grassy area ON THE SIDEWALK IN FRONT OF OUR RESTAURANT! When he finished, she just brought him back in and went back to whatever she was doing.

wtf??

I guess if that is the only way to keep your child from soiling himself, more power to you, but wouldn't it have been better to at least try to get out by the parking lot or something? Very strange.

By the way, the restaurant is in Brentwood, so you would think the patrons would be a little more classy...

Proof that I am OLD

The other day when I came home from work, Josh was sitting at his computer (where else?!), and Night was beside him. Josh had his hands over Night's eyes. He pulled me over to the computer and asked if I heard anything. I said, "No!" He asked Night, who in turn giggled and said, "Yes!" He then clicked the pause button and asked again. Amazingly, Night said, "No," even though his eyes were still covered. We did this for about 3 minutes with Night getting the answers correct every time.

I thought my son was some kind of super-human genius kid or something, until I read this! It is a ringtone that only young people can hear. You can download the ringtone here, but be careful if you have kids or animals around!!

Apparently, kids having been taking their cell phones to school and getting past the teachers with them! So weird and so cool! I just wish that I could hear it. I seriously would've thought it was all a hoax if I didn't have kids around to test it!

No, we didn't entertain ourselves by playing it and watching them run around with their hands over their ears. That would be cruel...

I'm an Adult

Look what we found on sale!! $300 bucks. Not bad at all. I even took a video of our first vacuuming. You have no idea how badly we needed this vacuum!

Isn't it Ironic?

Fed up with our Comcast internet connection (or lack thereof!), we decided to try Bellsouth's new promotion, which offers home phone service, high speed internet, and direct tv. I went on-line to order it, and the order didn't go through because my internet connection got lost. Coincidence or BIG BROTHER?

I'd call and get it set up, but our Cricket phones don't get reception at the house, thus the need for home phone service. What a conundrum...


Wonder if the internet will let me post this...

Franklin Festival

This weekend is the infamous Franklin Main Street Festival. It is quite surreal that it is happening at the same time as the Stars Hollow Spring Festival! Here in Franklin we have many festivals, and most of them are the same, but this one is better because there are more booths-more booths of the same thing, but more booths none-the-less. I wanted to tell Gypsy that she could come run one of our 5 lemonade stands-no hay bales here.

Apparently, I'm Cinderella's evil step-mother because Josh stayed home and vacuumed (and vacuumed and vacuumed-our vacuum doesn't suck--too bad I didn't win that Dyson!) the den as well as steam cleaned it while the rest of us went to the festival. Josh is a wonderful husband; our den looks better than when we moved in, which was no easy feat, trust me!

On the way to the festival, Night was walking beside me, and he kept touching his butt. He then said, "I think I have a we.. we... we..."
"Wedgie?"
"A new wedgie."
"What's that?"
"One that I have a sweaty butt."
He was calling it a wet wedgie. How gross is that? Innocent but gross.

How to Keep a Clean House

We were at the mall food court the other day. We all chose different a different place for dinner and met in the middle to eat together. Night got a cheese burger happy meal complete with an American Idol microphone. He was disappointed because he wanted the "creepy hand thing" (applause-o-matic clapping hands) instead.

As he was throwing a fit animatedly describing why he needed the creepy hand thing, he accidently knocked off a few fries. He then said, "Oops. Someone needs to pick that up." I told him that it was okay and that someone would clean it up. He then said, "They need to have a dog here to take care of things like that."

Yes, that is how things get picked up at our house.

The floors are very clean, thank you very much.

Well, there isn't any food on the floor anyway...

What's that Say about my Fitness Level?

Now, I don't really consider myself to be fit per se, but I'm not too bad-I do pilates about 3 times a week (not bad unless you consider I aim for 5-6 times a week!), so I am somewhat flexible. Josh has been doing this program called P90X, and it has TOUGH workouts. Well, yesterday when I got home from work, I decided to show Josh that I can be tough too...

I tried to do one of his plyometric jumps and I hurt my ass. I pulled a muscle in my ass. It hurts so much that I would call off work if I could. I don't know if I can work. There is a lot of walking around in my job. A lot. I'm having trouble making it from the bed to the couch.

I'm about to try some pilates and see if that'll help. If not, I'm searching for some drugs. I don't think we have anything stronger than Aleve, but I'm looking anyway... Wish me luck.

The Book that Guilt Wrote...

I normally love Jonathan Kellerman books. I have a million books waiting to be read, and I recently picked one of his to be my bedside book. (I have a bedside book and a purse book. The bedside book is really a house book because I read it in the tub and the library too. Actually, I hardly ever get to read my purse book...) I added it to my librarything, and I delved in. Then got lost in the second chapter-not lost as in "lose yourself in a good book," but lost as in "what the fuck is going on in this book?!"

The book is written with two main characters-from two points of view, I think. The first chapter was written in first person; the second was written in third person, about a different character. I assume that the two characters were going to meet or something, but I couldn't keep it straight. I think if I could have taken the time to read it for an hour at a time or so, I would have gotten into it more, but they way it worked out, I would forget that it was written that way until I was a few pages into the alternate chapter and would have to go back because I had thought it was a different character the whole time.

There is no explanation that the book is written this way. Maybe it isn't even written that way. Maybe I just read it wrong. Maybe I am just a big dummy because I can't read a damn book and understand it.

Anyway, the main problem I had was that the book made me feel guilty for not enjoying it. I've read books that I have found fault with but continued reading anyway and still found enjoyment from them, but I just couldn't keep reading this book. I didn't like it. I felt guilty, though, since I am normally a big fan of Jonathan Kellerman. I admire the writing style-it is a great concept, just not one that I could follow.

To ease my guilt, I gave the book to someone at work. She loved it and finished it in one night. This eased my guilt and allowed me to go on to a new book. Since someone was able to enjoy the Jonathan Kellerman book, I don't have to feel guilty anymore! Weird but true.



Does my title make sense? I like the title, but I don't think it makes sense. I'm keeping it, though. Maybe that is what Jonathan Kellerman thought too-the book doesn't make sense, but he liked it so he kept it. I guess that is his prerogative, and mine too!

Guard Your Sushi

We went to a new sushi restaurant the other day. It was fun-I love me some good sushi.

You know how you start divying up the sushi at the end of the meal? Well, Josh and I picked out our last pieces just as the waitress came back to check on us. As I was telling her that everything was good, Keira stood up and shoved MY LAST PIECE into her mouth.

I never got my last piece of sushi, so now we have to go back. Had I known that my last piece was my last piece, maybe I'd be okay, but right now I've been left hanging...waiting for my last piece!

Melmo Follow Up

It turns out that I saved Elmo some grief! Not two days after Elmo's passing, Coochi Coochi Coochi TOOK ELMO'S SHELL. I'm telling you-he would have pulled him out if I wouldn't have killed him first! He moved into Elmo's shell, then moved back into his own, then moved back into Elmo's to stay...so far. So, is Coochi Coochi Coochi now Elmo?? Weird.

Night was fine with Coochi Coochi Coochi dying. Apparently, he'd already had a talk with one of his "friends" from the playland at Chick-Fil-A whose pets kept dying, so he was okay with it. I used quotes for friends because he's never seen her again, and he doesn't know her name; but according to him, they are really good friends!

I Killed Melmo!

We in Nashville have had a cold front pass through the area. After having weeks of 80 degree weather, it snowed yesterday. Since we liked being toasty, we had the heat on; but when I went to bed last night, I decided to turn the heat down since the kids were in their warm pj's and I was in my warm pj's. Josh wasn't home (he went to a concert), so I figured he could fend for himself.

I hadn't considered the hermit crabs. Elmo got too cold.

Night didn't seem too bothered by it though. We kept Elmo's shell, and Coochi Coochi Coochi is doing fine. I turned the heat up, and all is well.

I guess I was so worried about them killing each other that I took care of the problem myself!!

No Lovin Tonight

When Keira got up this morning around 3:00, I was ready to sit and watch tv for a few hours before work. She decided she was still tired, though. After sitting on my lap for about 5 minutes, Keira informed me that she was ready for bed:

"Do you want to go back to bed?"
"Yeah."
"Okay." I start to get up, and she leans forward to me, so I give her a little cuddle and tell her I love her.
She scowls, points to her bedroom and says, "Bed."

Oh. Okay.

Dyson Vacuum

5 Minutes for Mom is giving away a DYSON! I think it is a random drawing. I didn't even read all of the details, I just saw that they were giving it away and did what I had to do to sign up.

You have no idea how badly I want a dyson. They are so expensive, but I am sure they are sooooo worth it. Our carpet is atrocious, with 2 dogs, 2 cats, 2 kids, and a wife who hates to vacuum (because I can't tell a difference when I do), you can imagine how it looks. I won't take a picture. I'm too embarrassed. Josh is good at vacuuming, but our vacuum doesn't suck very well!

So, go sign up for the vacuum, but honestly, I hope you don't win. I want to!!

Um, I'm entry number 853... Wish me luck!