I had such a good time last night!
Bryan and I both post on the Good Eats Fan Page message board, and we met some of our fellow "briners" in Chicago for dinner last night.
We went to Leona's, where I had the steak and romano chicken entree, which came with two sides - I chose fettucine alfredo and fried calamari. Holy cow, so much food!!! The fettucine side itself would have been more than enough for dinner. I ate the steak and chicken, and the sides came home. The two Long Islands I had (at $6.50 a pop!) were yummy as well. At one point, our waiter came out with a crown on his head - so of course the next time we needed to get his attention, Bryan shouted out "your Majesty!" and he turned around as if that were his actual name.
As I posted on the board this morning, it was well worth the 6-hour round trip (well, I slept for about half of the return trip, so I guess I should say that it was worth the stiff neck I got from sleeping in the car). Good food, good fun and great conversation were had by all.
This definitely has to happen again.
Now I totally understand why people get upset when I'm late for something.
My PartyLite upline (mentor, person who helps me, person directly above me in the chain) is supposed to come over to drop off almost $300 worth of my merchandise that she's had for 4 months (since she dropped off the face of the earth and didn't tell any of her people she was leaving).
She's already 30 minutes late. We said Thursday at 6. It's now 6:30, no upline, no phone call.
I'm hungry.
UPDATE: It's 7:25. No upline, no phone call. An hour and a half.
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For so long now, I've been unmotivated to lose weight because I don't have a scale, and I'm the kind of person who likes to have tangible numbers. As asinine as this may sound, I don't just want to say "well, I think this article of clothing might be getting a little loose." I want to know exactly how much weight I've lost. I'm currently at a weight where any scale I'd seen that had the ability to accurately weigh me was prohibitively expensive, and with affordable scales, I'd have to wait up to 6 months to be able to weigh myself.
BUT... the excuses are gone. I picked up this beauty this week - it's currently at my mother-in-law's house (it's not easy to get UPS delivery when you live in an apartment without an office, so I have my stuff delivered there), waiting to be picked up. It can weigh me. And I must have picked it up just in the nick of time, because the website now says it's not in stock or has been discontinued. Hmmm.
No more excuses. I want to look absolutely gorgeous in this dress (in black) come Lisa's wedding next July.
I would die if this was my morning. New-found respect, lemme tell ya. Then again, I'm also not training to do a marathon and I weigh somewhere between 2x and 3x what Sherri does.
But no cofee??? I'm so turning into my mother - if it's been 3 hours since I woke up (on a workday, anyway) and I haven't had coffee yet.. watch out.
Go give the bride-to-be some love!!!
She's been worried all week that it would rain today. I just checked weather.com and it says it's currently cloudy. I hope that also means it didn't rain earlier - there's a band of nasty-looking weather about 100 miles to the east of her location, so hopefully if it rained, it was hours ago and all is well. Still keeping up those no-rain vibes!!!
Check out this eBay auction. I absolutely LOVE this bra. It's the absolute most comfortable bra I've ever worn in my life. I love it so much that it's the only bra I currently wear - I've found THE bra, and I'm sticking with it. At one point, I owned 8 of them (until I made the mistake of putting them in the dryer - buh-bye bra after that). Auction starting at $9.99 is good. The Buy It Now of $14.99 is a little high, seeing as you can buy it for $12.99 on the Just My Size website.
What's the problem? Check out what this seller includes in the auction: Suggested Retail: $24.00-$32.00 range. Come again? JMS website $12.99. Sale at Shopko $9.99. Probably less at WalMart.
"When good eBay sellers go bad... update at 11."
Don't be rude to your waitperson. It's just not a nice thing to do. And besides... they may just try to have you killed.
If you're in a store and a sales person is hovering and you'd prefer that they not, how do you handle it?
A subject close to this came up on a message board I read, and there were people suggesting avoiding eye contact! Personally, I think that is incredibly rude. I can't believe grown women were suggesting it - what are we, in the 9th grade? C'mon ladies, grow a set! These are sales clerks, not the flippin' Queen (not a dig on clerks, I promise)!
And on a side note, if you've already told the salesperson that you're just browsing and that you'll come find them if/when you need them, and they insist on following you around like a puppy dog, is it so hard to ask for a supervisor, and let him/her know that you'd rather not have quite so much attention from the sales staff and that you'll be forced to take your business elsewhere if they continue to be your shadow thankyouverymuch?
::shakes head:: I seriously don't get it. What the hell is so hard about it?
For this post, I have to admit that as much as I don't care for Wally World's business practices, I decided to have a look at the new supercenter in town, just for the Disneyland factor
The ethnic food aisle actually has a semi-decent selection of goods. They have a Japanese-type ramen thing where instead of the curly fried noodles, you get udon noodles. At 75 cents, it's more expensive than regular ramen, but it only has 1 gram of fat (yeah and 70% of your RDA of sodium).
And it's really good! :) UPDATE - fairly decent, not pretty good. The noodles themselves are good, but the broth tastes a little funky.
Is anyone else's cat fascinated with a flushing toilet? The second I flush and get up, there he is, peering intently into the bowl from atop the tank.
Weirdo.
Well, it's been mre than 24 hours, but I figured it out - my comments and post titles are back. I know you're all happier than a snake in the mouse house.
Now if only I could figure out how to make my comments box look like the rest of my blog. But that's a chore for another day.
Experiencing technical difficulties... please stand by.
I found a skin I like (unfortunately, Mel and the Moxie Girls are a little out of reach financially), and now I've lost my comments and post titles. Hopefully I'll figure it out soon, or as time permits (which might mean 24 hours from now).
The husband of a friend of mine just got notification that his US Citizenship swearing-in ceremony will happen in enough time for him to vote in this year's Presidential election. And he can't wait. :D
Congrats!!!
And I cannot say "how rude!" without thinking of Michelle from Full House.
Anyway...
A woman on a message board I frequent had a visit from a door-to-door salesman recently, and when she decided she'd rather NOT buy a $60 bottle of mystery cleaner, he ASSumed it was because she'd need to get "permission" from her husband first and actually had the balls to say to her: "you dont need to check up with your husband, do you? You let him decide how to spend money?"
WTF?!?! What an ass!!!
Now, I know there are some households where any little purchase the woman wants to make has to be run by the husband, and if that's the way you want to live your life that's all well and good. But to ASSume that that's the way someone's relationship works? And to actually say it OUT LOUD?!?! What kind of person speculates on someone's marital situation because they don't want to buy an overpriced mixture of alcohol, water and scent?
And just for reference, yes, I have said the words "I need to discuss it with my husband." But you know what? He's said the words "I need to discuss it with my wife." Because we consider it the respectful thing to do. We don't give each other "permission," we discuss.
One of today's games features ND vs. Michigan. Though the Badgers are now my #1 team, I grew up a Notre Dame fan. Go Irish!!!
Cheer, cheer for Old Notre Dame
Wake up the echoes cheering her name,
Send the volley cheer on high,
Shake down the thunder from the sky,
What tho the odds be great or small
Old Notre Dame will win over all,
While her loyal sons are marching Onward to Victory.
"When I despair,
I remember that all through history
the ways of truth and love have always won.
There have been tyrants, and murderers,
and for a time they can seem invincible,
but in the end they always fall.
Think of it - always."
- Mahatma Gandhi
Never forget.