I took the wife and kids out for dinner last night.
We went to a local mom & pop home-style restaurant.
It’s a nice place. Small. Cheap. Quiet. Good food.
They have all the standard home-style cooking fare, which is listed in their printed menus.
But they also offer daily specials.
Those are listed on a printed sheet and attached to the front of the regular menu.
That’s where I noticed something usual.
WTF?!?!
Mexican?
Like “A” Mexican?
For only $6.50?!
I told the wife, “Look honey! We can finally afford that dishwasher you’ve always wanted!”
WIN!
Seriously though, WTF?
Sure, there is more than an abundant supply running around.
AND they are willing to do anything for a buck.
But when did this place become a cannibal establishment?
And why “NO SIDES”?
Do they think that you won’t have room left after eating a Mexican?
Is there nothing that compliments or goes with the taste of a Mexican?
I am pretty sure rice would work.
Or refried beans.
Or did they mean they removed the Mexican’s sides? (Like you remove the fins when filleting a fish.)
I wanted to ask the waitress what they meant, but I heard the guy at the next table order one.
He was a BIG guy.
He looked like he had already eaten a Mexican.
I figured I would wait and see if they brought Juan out on a plate.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Blind People Are Getting Screwed!
Wife: “Can you get this in there?”
Me: “I can try.”
*grunting*
Me: “I don’t think it fits.”
Wife: “Do you need a bigger one?”
Me: “NO! It’s already too big for the hole. If anything, I need a smaller one.”
Wife: “Are you sure you’re putting it in the right hole?”
Me: “I’ve done this enough, I think I know which one it goes in.”
*grunting*
Wife: “Can’t you get it in the hole?”
Me: “I’m trying, DAMNIT! This might be easier if there was some hair around the hole.”
Wife: “Har Har. Just let me do it.” *reaches*
Me: “Do NOT touch my tool! I am DOING this!”
Wife: “Can I at least help you?”
Me: “Fine. You pull this out and hold it, while I screw it in.”
*teamwork*
Me: “Hold it! Hold it! It’s almost in!”
*grunting*
Me: “THERE!”
Wife: “You did it! Good job honey!”
We had that conversation while trying to fix the 2 yr olds glasses.
Again.
That particular time it was replacing a missing screw that holds the springy side earpiece on.
It’s always something. Both my 2 & 6 yr old have glasses. One pair gets broken in some sort at least once a week. The people at the eyeglasses place know us on a first name basis (probably a few choice names behind our back too.)
My kids don’t play rough or any rougher than other kids their age.
We have always been good about making sure glasses are put up when taken off, or taking them off before certain play activities that don’t require eyesight and which might damage them.
We also pay extra for the extra protection and the extra bendy unbreakable glasses/frames. (Which HAS to be a racket. The freaking technician guy broke a pair while showing us how unbreakable they were. “These frames are so flexible, they won’t break even if they do this…*break*…ooops. Never seen them do that before.”)
Still, my kids find a way to destroy the invincible, it seems.
This current time, there was no home repairing.
So, I took them to the place on my lunch hour today.
As I walk up with broken glasses in hand, I see a sign on the door that says, “Our Office Is Closed for Lunch. We will reopen at 2:20”.
2:20?
2:20?!?!?!?!
WTF eye doctor?
Who takes lunch at that time? Why come back at 2:20? Hell, why even come back at all, at that point in the day.
But twenty minutes after two? Seriously? Not 2:15? Or 2:30?
I’m guessing this was based on appt times or something. Oh well, I’ll just drop them off after work.
I hope I can make it there before they close at 6:13pm.
Me: “I can try.”
*grunting*
Me: “I don’t think it fits.”
Wife: “Do you need a bigger one?”
Me: “NO! It’s already too big for the hole. If anything, I need a smaller one.”
Wife: “Are you sure you’re putting it in the right hole?”
Me: “I’ve done this enough, I think I know which one it goes in.”
*grunting*
Wife: “Can’t you get it in the hole?”
Me: “I’m trying, DAMNIT! This might be easier if there was some hair around the hole.”
Wife: “Har Har. Just let me do it.” *reaches*
Me: “Do NOT touch my tool! I am DOING this!”
Wife: “Can I at least help you?”
Me: “Fine. You pull this out and hold it, while I screw it in.”
*teamwork*
Me: “Hold it! Hold it! It’s almost in!”
*grunting*
Me: “THERE!”
Wife: “You did it! Good job honey!”
We had that conversation while trying to fix the 2 yr olds glasses.
Again.
That particular time it was replacing a missing screw that holds the springy side earpiece on.
It’s always something. Both my 2 & 6 yr old have glasses. One pair gets broken in some sort at least once a week. The people at the eyeglasses place know us on a first name basis (probably a few choice names behind our back too.)
My kids don’t play rough or any rougher than other kids their age.
We have always been good about making sure glasses are put up when taken off, or taking them off before certain play activities that don’t require eyesight and which might damage them.
We also pay extra for the extra protection and the extra bendy unbreakable glasses/frames. (Which HAS to be a racket. The freaking technician guy broke a pair while showing us how unbreakable they were. “These frames are so flexible, they won’t break even if they do this…*break*…ooops. Never seen them do that before.”)
Still, my kids find a way to destroy the invincible, it seems.
This current time, there was no home repairing.
So, I took them to the place on my lunch hour today.
As I walk up with broken glasses in hand, I see a sign on the door that says, “Our Office Is Closed for Lunch. We will reopen at 2:20”.
2:20?
2:20?!?!?!?!
WTF eye doctor?
Who takes lunch at that time? Why come back at 2:20? Hell, why even come back at all, at that point in the day.
But twenty minutes after two? Seriously? Not 2:15? Or 2:30?
I’m guessing this was based on appt times or something. Oh well, I’ll just drop them off after work.
I hope I can make it there before they close at 6:13pm.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Don't Help The Discovery Channel In Your Dreams.
I had the strangest dream last night.
First, it was strange because I rarely ever dream.
I don’t mean that I have them and don’t remember them, although I’m sure that occasionally happens. No, I mean I DO NOT DREAM (except for the first year I was married and had that recurring dream of being on death row for a crime I didn’t commit.)
I just don’t dream.
Probably because I don’t sleep. I usually won’t fall asleep until about 2 or 3am. And then, I’ll have to wake up in time to be at work by 745am. So, I don’t think I ever actually enter REM sleep.
BUT, for some reason, the last 2 nights I have crashed around 830 or 9pm, and slept until the next morning.
Last night, I had this freaky dream. The kind that makes you wake up because your heart is racing and you swear it’s real. (Okay, I’ve had those before too. Also during the first year of marriage. And always that my wife was cheating on me with my best friend. I would wake up pissed, but always stopped short of punching her. Or holding the pillow over her face as tight as I wanted to.)
But this time was different.
I was helping film one of those Discovery Channel/Animal Planet shows I love.
This one was taking place on my street though.
It was night time.
And the shot was to have me running down the street.
While being chased by an angry Hippo!
Why I volunteered for this, I have no idea. Guess I never learned anything from my time in the NAVY (NAVY = Never Again Volunteer Yourself).
So cameras are rolling, and I take off like a bat out of hell down the street.
Now, if you know me, you know that because of my back, I don’t run so gracefully. Rather gallopy.
But I was like Carl Lewis.
I marveled at the long fluid strides. And the way my legs looked so muscular in the shadows on the road created by the passing street lights.
I'm AWESOME!
Cue the Hippo.
And the Discovery Channel/Animal Planet voice over guy.
The hippo is chasing, but it’s kind of slow.
I am kicking its ass!
Until the Voice Over Guy says, “The Hippopotamus is often thought of being a slow docile creature. But they are deceptively fast and highly territorial.”
Cue the Hippo with Nitros.
I’m thinking, “Thanks a lot, Voice Over Guy!”
But he goes on…
“They become very aggressive when angered, and are responsible for more human deaths each year in African than all other wildlife combined.”
Now I’m thinking, “Voice Over Guy is such an asshole!”
I’ve still got a good lead on the Hippo as I near my house.
But when I get to the door, it’s freaking locked.
Probably the 6 yr old playing a joke on Dad again.
I turn to see the Hippo barreling down the street like a fat girl at an All-You-Can-Eat rib buffet.
I quickly scamper up one of the maple trees out front, just as the Hippo enters the yard.
And then I wake up as I’m screaming, “CUT, DAMNIT, CUT!”
Later, I got curious, and looked it up on one of those stupid dream interpretation sites.
(http://www.dreammoods.com/)
Here’s what I found:
Chase dreams are one of several common dream themes, stemming from feelings of anxiety in your waking life. Flee and flight is an instinctive response to a physical threat in the environment. In these dreams, the scenario features you being pursued by an attacker, an animal, a monster or an unknown figure, who wants to hurt or possibly kill you. Consequently, you run, you hide or you try to outwit your pursuer. Your actions in the dream parallel how you would respond to pressure and cope with fears, stress or various situations in your waking life. Instead of confronting the situation, your dream indicates that you have a tendency to run away and avoid the issue.
The pursuer or attacker who is chasing you in your dream may also represent an aspect of yourself. Your own feelings of anger, jealousy, fear, and possibly love, can manifest itself as the threatening figure. Or the shadowy figure can also symbolize rejected characteristics of yourself. You may be projecting these feelings onto the unknown chaser.
Consider the distance or gap between you and your pursuer. This indicates your closeness to the issue. If the pursuer is gaining on you, then it suggests that the problem is not going to go away. The problem will surround you until you confront and address it. However, if you are able to widen the gap between your pursuer, then you are able to successful distance yourself from the problem. In essence, the problem is fading away.
A more direct analysis of chase dreams is the fear of being attacked. Such dreams are more common among women than men, who may feel physically vulnerable in the urban environment. These dreams are often brought about by the media, who magnifies fears of violence and sexual assault.
To see a hippopotamus in your dream, symbolizes your aggressive nature and your hidden strengths. You have more influence and power than you realize. Alternatively, it indicates that you are being territorial. Perhaps someone is overstepping their boundaries.
So basically, I am of afraid of being sexually assaulted and eaten by a Hippo. And even though it was a dream, I’m just as likely to run away from the same real life situation.
WOW!
Thanks Dream Interpreter thingy. NOW, I can sleep easily.
First, it was strange because I rarely ever dream.
I don’t mean that I have them and don’t remember them, although I’m sure that occasionally happens. No, I mean I DO NOT DREAM (except for the first year I was married and had that recurring dream of being on death row for a crime I didn’t commit.)
I just don’t dream.
Probably because I don’t sleep. I usually won’t fall asleep until about 2 or 3am. And then, I’ll have to wake up in time to be at work by 745am. So, I don’t think I ever actually enter REM sleep.
BUT, for some reason, the last 2 nights I have crashed around 830 or 9pm, and slept until the next morning.
Last night, I had this freaky dream. The kind that makes you wake up because your heart is racing and you swear it’s real. (Okay, I’ve had those before too. Also during the first year of marriage. And always that my wife was cheating on me with my best friend. I would wake up pissed, but always stopped short of punching her. Or holding the pillow over her face as tight as I wanted to.)
But this time was different.
I was helping film one of those Discovery Channel/Animal Planet shows I love.
This one was taking place on my street though.
It was night time.
And the shot was to have me running down the street.
While being chased by an angry Hippo!
Why I volunteered for this, I have no idea. Guess I never learned anything from my time in the NAVY (NAVY = Never Again Volunteer Yourself).
So cameras are rolling, and I take off like a bat out of hell down the street.
Now, if you know me, you know that because of my back, I don’t run so gracefully. Rather gallopy.
But I was like Carl Lewis.
I marveled at the long fluid strides. And the way my legs looked so muscular in the shadows on the road created by the passing street lights.
I'm AWESOME!
Cue the Hippo.
And the Discovery Channel/Animal Planet voice over guy.
The hippo is chasing, but it’s kind of slow.
I am kicking its ass!
Until the Voice Over Guy says, “The Hippopotamus is often thought of being a slow docile creature. But they are deceptively fast and highly territorial.”
Cue the Hippo with Nitros.
I’m thinking, “Thanks a lot, Voice Over Guy!”
But he goes on…
“They become very aggressive when angered, and are responsible for more human deaths each year in African than all other wildlife combined.”
Now I’m thinking, “Voice Over Guy is such an asshole!”
I’ve still got a good lead on the Hippo as I near my house.
But when I get to the door, it’s freaking locked.
Probably the 6 yr old playing a joke on Dad again.
I turn to see the Hippo barreling down the street like a fat girl at an All-You-Can-Eat rib buffet.
I quickly scamper up one of the maple trees out front, just as the Hippo enters the yard.
And then I wake up as I’m screaming, “CUT, DAMNIT, CUT!”
Later, I got curious, and looked it up on one of those stupid dream interpretation sites.
(http://www.dreammoods.com/)
Here’s what I found:
Chase dreams are one of several common dream themes, stemming from feelings of anxiety in your waking life. Flee and flight is an instinctive response to a physical threat in the environment. In these dreams, the scenario features you being pursued by an attacker, an animal, a monster or an unknown figure, who wants to hurt or possibly kill you. Consequently, you run, you hide or you try to outwit your pursuer. Your actions in the dream parallel how you would respond to pressure and cope with fears, stress or various situations in your waking life. Instead of confronting the situation, your dream indicates that you have a tendency to run away and avoid the issue.
The pursuer or attacker who is chasing you in your dream may also represent an aspect of yourself. Your own feelings of anger, jealousy, fear, and possibly love, can manifest itself as the threatening figure. Or the shadowy figure can also symbolize rejected characteristics of yourself. You may be projecting these feelings onto the unknown chaser.
Consider the distance or gap between you and your pursuer. This indicates your closeness to the issue. If the pursuer is gaining on you, then it suggests that the problem is not going to go away. The problem will surround you until you confront and address it. However, if you are able to widen the gap between your pursuer, then you are able to successful distance yourself from the problem. In essence, the problem is fading away.
A more direct analysis of chase dreams is the fear of being attacked. Such dreams are more common among women than men, who may feel physically vulnerable in the urban environment. These dreams are often brought about by the media, who magnifies fears of violence and sexual assault.
To see a hippopotamus in your dream, symbolizes your aggressive nature and your hidden strengths. You have more influence and power than you realize. Alternatively, it indicates that you are being territorial. Perhaps someone is overstepping their boundaries.
So basically, I am of afraid of being sexually assaulted and eaten by a Hippo. And even though it was a dream, I’m just as likely to run away from the same real life situation.
WOW!
Thanks Dream Interpreter thingy. NOW, I can sleep easily.
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