We head to Bangkok House for dinner again.
The waitress comes over to take our order.
She says to me, "Pud Bean Sprout, no mushroom, right?" in her broken English.
Then she says, "You cut your hair! It look very nice."
I was wondering if I've been going there a little too often. Not wondering anymore.
Tonight we went to The Rosebud. It's a really cool movie theater with sofas, end tables, and coffee tables. They only show one movie, so it's not like one of those multiplexes where everything feels so sterile. There isn't even a booth for ticket sales, you have to buy your tickets at the concession counter.
And the concession counter isn't what I'm used to either. You order food, beer, snacks, candy, whatever you want and they give you a number. You put the number on the top of your sofa and when your order is ready, they deliver it to your sofa. This was the coolest movie experience I've ever been to.
And the movie was Beerfest - not something I would normally choose, but I laughed from beginning to end, curled up on a sofa!
And the concession counter isn't what I'm used to either. You order food, beer, snacks, candy, whatever you want and they give you a number. You put the number on the top of your sofa and when your order is ready, they deliver it to your sofa. This was the coolest movie experience I've ever been to.
And the movie was Beerfest - not something I would normally choose, but I laughed from beginning to end, curled up on a sofa!
It's one of those days where my brain isn't working right. Everything I want to do isn't turning out quite the way it should. Mostly because I'm not thinking clearly.
I got up and blanched tomatoes immediately. I really wanted this putzy messy job to be done. So it was done pretty early. Since I had all the equipment out, I figured I would add all the other ingredients to can some salsa. I added onions, garlic, and green peppers. I got to the jalapenos knowing very well what can happen when you don't wear rubber gloves when chopping those nasty little devils. But I was getting tired of the whole thing and chopped the peppers without gloves. My hands were on fire. At least I did have the common sense not to rub my face or eyes causing extreme pain to places other than my hands. Dumb. Dumb Dumb. And lazy.
I did get all my laundry done but again, I wasn't thinking. Jeff mentioned that he had some stained shorts that needed to be treated. I did all the laundry then thought about the shorts. Duh.
I knew I was the communion assistant at church today and most times (not always) I also have to bake for the fellowship that follows. I ordered the bread yesterday and picked it up this morning but I wasn't thinking about baking. So an hour before I had to leave for church I discovered that I had to bake! I'm frantically looking for an easy recipe. Luckily the lazy daze cake only takes a half hour. I can preheat the oven, mix the ingredients together and pour them in a pan to bake for 20 minutes. While that's baking I will mix up the topping ingredients, take the cake out of the oven, cover it with the topping and put it under the broiler for 4 minutes. There we have it, a half hour later it's cooling in the window and ready in time for church. Whew.
At least we got to church on time, bread in hand, and cake ready to eat. I picked up a special offering envelope for roof repairs. After church, I wrote a check, put it in the envelope and sealed it up. Between cake and fellowship I inadvertently dropped the envelope back into my purse instead of turning it over to the church. Geez.
On our way home from church, Jeff asked me what I wanted to eat. I decided Panera for soup (it's right down the street from church in the direction heading towards home). As we headed out I changed my mind, I thought let's just go home and cook. Of course there was nothing thawed so I threw a package of ground chuck into the microwave and hit the defrost button. I then headed to the freezer to get some buns out to thaw. I was gaining some efficiency. I chopped up some onion, lettuce, and sliced tomatoes to add to the burgers. After that, I forgot about the whole thing and went upstairs. Good thing Jeff went into the kichen and finished or I would have never had any dinner.
Time for a beer to kill even more brain cells.
I got up and blanched tomatoes immediately. I really wanted this putzy messy job to be done. So it was done pretty early. Since I had all the equipment out, I figured I would add all the other ingredients to can some salsa. I added onions, garlic, and green peppers. I got to the jalapenos knowing very well what can happen when you don't wear rubber gloves when chopping those nasty little devils. But I was getting tired of the whole thing and chopped the peppers without gloves. My hands were on fire. At least I did have the common sense not to rub my face or eyes causing extreme pain to places other than my hands. Dumb. Dumb Dumb. And lazy.
I did get all my laundry done but again, I wasn't thinking. Jeff mentioned that he had some stained shorts that needed to be treated. I did all the laundry then thought about the shorts. Duh.
I knew I was the communion assistant at church today and most times (not always) I also have to bake for the fellowship that follows. I ordered the bread yesterday and picked it up this morning but I wasn't thinking about baking. So an hour before I had to leave for church I discovered that I had to bake! I'm frantically looking for an easy recipe. Luckily the lazy daze cake only takes a half hour. I can preheat the oven, mix the ingredients together and pour them in a pan to bake for 20 minutes. While that's baking I will mix up the topping ingredients, take the cake out of the oven, cover it with the topping and put it under the broiler for 4 minutes. There we have it, a half hour later it's cooling in the window and ready in time for church. Whew.
At least we got to church on time, bread in hand, and cake ready to eat. I picked up a special offering envelope for roof repairs. After church, I wrote a check, put it in the envelope and sealed it up. Between cake and fellowship I inadvertently dropped the envelope back into my purse instead of turning it over to the church. Geez.
On our way home from church, Jeff asked me what I wanted to eat. I decided Panera for soup (it's right down the street from church in the direction heading towards home). As we headed out I changed my mind, I thought let's just go home and cook. Of course there was nothing thawed so I threw a package of ground chuck into the microwave and hit the defrost button. I then headed to the freezer to get some buns out to thaw. I was gaining some efficiency. I chopped up some onion, lettuce, and sliced tomatoes to add to the burgers. After that, I forgot about the whole thing and went upstairs. Good thing Jeff went into the kichen and finished or I would have never had any dinner.
Time for a beer to kill even more brain cells.
I've been looking at this sticker stuck to the floor all week. Every time I see it I wonder what it's supposed to be. I guess it's either the number '89' or '68' depending on the direction I'm standing (or sitting). I imagine that it's one of those 'inspected by' stickers that get attached to clothing at the time of purchase. Something someone overlooked when they ripped the tags off their new shirt/skirt/pants/dress. This could never happen to me. I must wash my new clothes before I wear them so if I did inadvertently leave the stickers on, they would have fallen off into my wash machine, or to my dismay, lodge themselves like cement to the inside of my dryer from the heat induced permanency. On second thought, it could happen to me if the item is a 'dry clean only' piece then it's going to be worn more than once before it ever gets clean. But I am careful to remove all evidence of newness to my clothing - don't want to be walking around looking like Fannie Flagg on Hee-Haw.
The thing that bothers me about the sticker being stuck where it is is that it's on the floor in the third bathroom stall on the third floor of the building where I work. It makes me think the cleaning crew needs to do a better job. Of course, I could just bend down and pick it up, but the thought of doing that without the benefit of rubber gloves grosses me out. So I leave it there. I first viewed it on Monday morning, it was still there on Tuesday, and by Wednesday I was thinking that I am now on a mission to see how long it goes before someone picks it up. Now it's Friday and it's still there. The more I dwell on it the more I question my own character. Am I that arrogant/lazy that I cannot bend down and pick the thing off the floor? And why is it that I always choose this exact same stall to use when I go to the bathroom? Why am I such a creature of habit?
I wonder if that sticker will still be there on Monday.
The thing that bothers me about the sticker being stuck where it is is that it's on the floor in the third bathroom stall on the third floor of the building where I work. It makes me think the cleaning crew needs to do a better job. Of course, I could just bend down and pick it up, but the thought of doing that without the benefit of rubber gloves grosses me out. So I leave it there. I first viewed it on Monday morning, it was still there on Tuesday, and by Wednesday I was thinking that I am now on a mission to see how long it goes before someone picks it up. Now it's Friday and it's still there. The more I dwell on it the more I question my own character. Am I that arrogant/lazy that I cannot bend down and pick the thing off the floor? And why is it that I always choose this exact same stall to use when I go to the bathroom? Why am I such a creature of habit?
I wonder if that sticker will still be there on Monday.
Last night we were invited by the Marshalls to join them on a boat ride. We rode through Lake Michigan and turned into channel that leads to the Milwaukee River. The really cool thing is that I got to drive! Going under the bridges was really cool, but a bit scary. The trick is to line up the center of the boat with the two red lights that are located under the bridge which from my view were hanging up above. That is the highest point of the bridge. We were on a 40-foot boat that had more than enough room to hold all 16 of us. Some were down in the galley mixing drinks, some hung out off the back of the boat and some were stretched out on the hull. I tried to stay close to the back so I could get the best view without the boat being in the way. I could look behind the boat at the coastline or off to the sides where the slips were and the open water. Such a gorgeous view.
Top Ten Reasons that I am hip and trendy:
1. I have an iPod mini and I use it regularly.
2. I have a belly ring.
3. I know who Narles Barkley is.
4. I have tattoos.
5. I like to spend time at the bookstore drinking lattes.
6. I have a blog.
7. I know what a meme is.
8. I am into running. I wish this wasn’t hip and trendy so all those people who took it up to be cool would just disappear leaving me more space on the running paths.
9. I drive an SUV. Oh wait, this should be on a not hip list.
10. I download music off the Internet.
1. I have an iPod mini and I use it regularly.
2. I have a belly ring.
3. I know who Narles Barkley is.
4. I have tattoos.
5. I like to spend time at the bookstore drinking lattes.
6. I have a blog.
7. I know what a meme is.
8. I am into running. I wish this wasn’t hip and trendy so all those people who took it up to be cool would just disappear leaving me more space on the running paths.
9. I drive an SUV. Oh wait, this should be on a not hip list.
10. I download music off the Internet.
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