The Latest Project

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After 

The bathroom is finally done!! Well, almost done. Floor molding still needs to be put in and my husband is insisting on crown molding. I think it looks sooo nice now!

And as you can see, the munchkin is sitting up all on her own now!

Salseado

Our Dinner Out 

There's a new Spanish restaurant up the street from where we live. My husband and I took a friend of ours to test it out. I have to say that I didn't walk away stunned with great awe and adoration for the place.

The food was really good, but getting to the point of eating it was rather comical.

My husband and I showed up a little early so we could enjoy a drink or two and an appetizer before our friend arrived.

We placed an order for a couple tapas: Gambas al Diablo (Shrimp with spicy sauce), and Grilled Steak with Poblano Peppers and Melted Cheese. Both were delicious. We also placed an order for a couple Pacifico beers. Upon further investigation, I thought it might be more fun to try a more ~what I thought~ to be a more ~Spanishy~ beer and wanted to change my order from a Pacifico to a Hatuey beer.

Not 90 seconds after we placed our original order, my husband goes to change my beer order. The waiter says, "Oh you can't change it..I've already placed it! I've already put it into the computer..."

"What? You can't change my beer order?"

"No, it's too late. But you can have a Hatuey beer for your next beer."

Mind you, the bar is not but 10 feet from the computer where the order was placed, and we still didn't get our beers for another five minutes later.

Who ever heard of not being able to change a beer order? Strange if you ask me!

We peruse the menu...

For me it was a toss up between: Solomillo Seville and Solomillo con Champi'nones.

The first being grilled steak with salseado and the latter being grilled steak with mushrooms.

So I call the waiter over and ask,

"What is salse-e-ah-do?"

"You mean salse-A-do..."

"Ok, What is salse-A-do?"

"It's like a salsa sauce salsa-ie salsa type sauce and it's on steak...a grilled steak with salsa, a salsa-ie sauce...salseado..but you might also like this one which is a grilled steak with mushrooms. You see, mushrooms...it's a steak with mushrooms on top where this one is a grilled steak with a salsa type sauce on top, so you might like this one with mushrooms on it instead too."

About all I could respond with was a simple, "Thank you."

He told me nothing the menu didn't already state. Thank.gawd.for.helpful.waiters.or...
I.might.not.ever.have.figured.out.those.dishes.

On the good side, the food was fantastic...the Pacifico was far better than the Hatuey (which we did order for our second round of beers)..and the dessert was to die for.


Mmm Mmmm Mmmmm.... 

So Much Yet So Little

I've got a couple blog entries brewing my head, but between allergies and house guests ..oh and my seven month old.. my prose is being somewhat postponed. I'm looking for time later tonight to sit and share my thoughts....

Company is due in around 530 ...so keep your fingers cross that I get some free time!

Thinking:

Dinner at LaPinta and oh.my.gawd.our.waiter.was.so.bad.

Name tags at the dining tables at the retirement home.

The American Dream

On our walk home from the market tonight, a man stops us on the railroad tracks and says to my husband,

"You've got the American Dream: a beautiful wife, a beautiful baby, a dog, and a six pack of beer..."

Don't

Don't twiddle your fingers on the counter at me when I come to your register check out because I'm not signing my credit card slip fast enough for you when there's only one person in line behind me.

And don't be surprised when I call you on your lousy attitude.

Blue

I walked to the market today to pick up some basic things to accompany dinner tonight. The cashier smiled at me as I pushed my items up onto the counter. After one quick glance at him, I say with a returned smile,

"You eat something blue?"

His lips, tongue, teeth were ~all~ blue. Looked rather silly. And I suppose I could have left it alone and not said anything, but ...well, I asked anyways.

He replied, "Oh, uh, yeah. How could you tell?"

"Your lips and tongue are all blue."

He clenched up and got all nervous.

I continue, "I bet it was good though whatever it was..."

"It was one of them slushie things...you know, the blue kind."

He stared very intensely on the buttons of the cash register and wouldn't look at me.

He said in a hushed voice, barely moving his lips, "...that's so embarrassing..."

So trying to make him feel better I assure him that that sort of thing happens to anyone who indulges in dyed goodies and that companies should rework the dyes so they don't do that to people's mouths.

I'm not sure if he felt better or worse after I said that, but he gleefully spurted out, "....~I'm a Berry Boy!!~"

I had such a hard time keeping a straight face. I wonder if he talked with clenched lips the rest of his shift or if he scrambled into the bathroom to try rinsing his mouth out.

Creeping Close...I Can Refrain No More

I.am.so.tired.

Ever just gogogogogogogogogooooo and you feel fine. Then you take one half of a brief moment to rest, and your body goes into a comatose shock realizing just how much sleep you've been losing each night, just how much energy you've been exerting that you never had to begin with, just how close to empty you're running on...

...and the tired settles in.

...and you can ignore it no more.

...and you must sleep.

...really, really sleep.

Goodnight, Internet.

Loooopppyyyy Laaaaadddyyyyy

Well, I think I've officially lost my brain. I'm a ditz...I'm admitting to it.

With the inlaws here, my husband and I were able to go out to dinner tonight. Just.the.two.of.us. It was the first time in ages that we were able to do that. Part of me didn't know what to do without always finding a new toy, a snack, something to point to in the vacinity, making strange noises, and smiling from ear to ear until my face hurt. My gawd, it meant we had to actually carry on a conversation with each other.

We were able to eat simultaneously. Strange. It felt very strange. But it was nice to be able to do that and know that our daughter was safe within the watch and care of her grandparents.

So when we were done drinking and eating until our bellies could take no more, we went for a little walk around the area.

It is on this little walk that I realized: I.am.a.ditz.

We went into a music store. My husband wanted to pick up a CD of 'old' Metallica. I dabbled through the stack of Dave Mathews Band. As the woman rang up 'Kill 'Em All', I saw on the shelf a sign that read 'Now Playing' and below it a box of CDs reading 'Credence Clearwater'. Instead of pointing to the box and sharing the fact that my parents just went to a concert of theirs, I turned and said to my husband, "Oh yeah, my parents went and saw them..." alluding to the sounds that were playing on the store's stereo. I mean, 'Now Playing' ~usually~ means that's what you're listening to in the store...right?

I was fat and happy off dinner though and didn't really pay attention to what was playing. My husband looks at me with a look of 'You.are.a.tard.' and then asks the granny running the counter, who then turns to her son who's restocking CDs and says the very same thing, "This Credence playing???"

My husband says, "It's Paul Simon...."

The son replies, "Yeah...Paul Simon..not Credence..."

Paul Simon, Credence Clearwater...is there ~really~ a difference? I felt like hiding inside the CD case of my husband's newly bought CD.

So I survived that moment and as we continued our walk, my husband, while continuing to chuckle at my mistake, decided he'd pick up a cigar for himself and his dad to smoke tonight. I straggle along and we continue chatting.

We're at the register again, and across the way not too far from where we're standing, I notice a cigar box from the side with its lid open. The side reads, 'Mint Especial'. So I ask, "Ooo a minty one~ You don't want one of those cigars?"

Again, I get the strange look from my husband. He replies, "Why would I want a minty cigar?"

"Well, the inside of the lid says because its 'full of flavor!'..."

Meanwhile, the cashier guy is trying his hardest to keep a straight face and him and my husband exchange that --I feel for you, man-- look.

I continue reading, "AND! They are sugar free!!...."

And I think to myself, How strange..a sugar free cigar? I didn't think non minty cigars had sugar in them...

And just then, I lean forward because curiosity got the best of me and I wanted to see how the cigars were wrapped...surely something that sounded so appetizing would be wrapped up in a neato wrapper...

..Only to realize, they were tins of breath mints!

Why would someone trick me and crate mints in a cigar box... oh.you.evil.trickers.of.the.world!

At that point, I sheepishly smiled and said, "I'll kindly be waiting outside..." and left the two of them inside having a good ol' laugh.

So, if by chance you find my missing brain, please mail it back to me. Thank you.

The Greatest and Worst Sounds At This Moment

Greatest:

Compressed air from the roofers' air compressor being let out demonstrating half of my neighbor's roof being completed.

Worst:

The roofers starting to redo the other side of the house's roof.

~~Please, someone, make the incessant pounding stopppppp......

Phantom Showers

My inlaws arrived last night. What better way to celebrate their earlier than expected arrival than to head to the pub for a few adult libations.

Sitting and sipping my beer, I felt a light shower of water sprinkle across my legs and arms. How strange, I thought. It was a warm, clear night so I had a hard time understanding why I felt rain on my body.

I glanced around the beer garden looking to see if a water sprinkler of sorts might have been turned on to water the plants seeing as how the sun had set and the air was cooler than the heat of the day.

Nothing seemed to be running.

I looked around the table and noticed no one else there with me was commenting on this random water.

I looked around the pub, and again, everything was as it should be.

So I sat at the table, sipping away and casually carrying on conversations with my family and admiring how my daughter was showing off her most talented skills to her Grandma--blowing spit bubbles.

And then it dawned on me.

The rain I felt was my daughter! It was the spit she was blowing from her mouth all over my legs and arms. Gross.

Kids--a never ending adventure. And hey, a beer and a shower in one...not bad.