November 11, 2008

It's only 2:30?!!


Because of etiquette

Jill and I went to Olive Garden last night and had the weirdest waiter, ever. And we eat out a lot.

When I ordered the soup and salad he said that "because of etiquette" he was required to serve the soup at the same time as Jill's meal. NOT A SECOND BEFORE! THAT WOULD BE CRUDE!

He referred to his other tables as his "new friends."

Waiter: "Would you like just a little bit of cheese on this salad or a mountain of cheese?"
Jill: "Uh... a mountain."
Waiter: "What type of mountain? Appalachian, Rocky, or Everest?"
Me: "Do you notice how our stomachs? See those rolls of fat? GIVE US THE EFFING CHEESE ALREADY!!!"

Another waiter came up to our waiter/friend and asked him a question as he was packing up our rocky mountain of cheese to take home. After the other waiter left, our waiter/friend then confided in us (well, Jill, I refused to make eye contact) that that had been the most awkward moment of his night. Talking to another waiter. I wanted to tell him that talking to our waiter had been the most awkward moments of our night! But I didn't. Because of etiquette.

During the course of that dinner, Jill and I said "etiquette" far too many times.
"Oh noes! I unwrapped my silverware before the food came to the table... what would etiquette say?"
"I want to make a napkin bib, but won't. Because of etiquette."
"What are you doing with that straw wrapper?! ETIQUETTE!!!"

The word lost all meaning.

By Grapthar's Hammer, he looked just like this guy (with the red circle around his head):

November 7, 2008


I spent way too much time last night cruising youtube, watching clips from classic kid's tv. I've seen enough clips from Yo Gabba Gabba on The Soup to realize that kids tv today is still just as creepy, but nothing is ever as good as what you watched as a kid. It's fun, hilarious, and somewhat unsettling (in a good way) to rewatch the songs and images that had been burned into my developing brain over 20 years ago.

I kept watching this one over and over again. It's still just as entertaining now (if not more so) than it was when I was 5. Classic Sesame Street rules.

It that doesn't make you happy, nothing will.

November 6, 2008

A post about the weather

Earlier this fall, I blogged about how much I loved winter. How I loved it maybe even more than fall. Well Utah was suddenly tossed into winter yesterday, with a lake-effect snow storm. I was sitting at work, watching the heavy snowfall and getting incredibly depressed. The sky was covered with dark clouds, so the snow was the lightest thing in the gray sky. It seemed overwhelmingly bleak.

But then I went home, and the snow stopped and the sun came out just long enough to set. And then I remembered why I like winter. The sky was a swirl of pale yellow and pale blue. Even though the colors were muted, the sky was dramatically vibrant against the white. Everything was covered in snow, and it seemed like everything was holding perfectly still. It gives the outside a great quiet, calm feeling. On one street, I saw rows of trees completely covered in snow, except for one. The leaves were bright yellow, all of them still on the tree. When I walk around outside during the winter I feel like a little kid, sneaking around in the early morning while everyone else is sleeping.

(I didn't take this picture, but I did wish I'd brought my camera with me. Maybe next time.)