Grumplestiltskin

Wednesday:
We split a chocolate bar. At least it had pecans in it. That’s *some* nutrition, right?Thursday:
It was a trying day to say the least. We had margaritas and chips and guacamole at one of our favorite restaurants….OH….and salsa, so there’s veggies.

Friday:
We went to the movies to see “Little Miss Sunshine” and split a bag of popcorn into which we had dumped a package of raisinettes and reese’s pieces.

It might be time for us to actually cook something tomorrow.

I just scored tickets to see Elton John on September 16thPardon my language in advance…

FUCK YEAH!!!!

I found this in my 6 year old daughter’s room.

It seems like just the other day (okay, other several days) that I was traipsing around the house singing Wham Rap and tittering to myself about the inherent silliness of Wham rapping about “street credibility” at all, nevermind back in the “Fantastic” days.I’ve just now recovered enough from the head shaking and tsking I’ve been doing over George Michael being caught YET AGAIN frolicking in a public park. Now, I accept that he has poor judgement in selecting locations for his extracurricular lovelife, but what has sent me over the edge is his seemingly indiscriminate choice of partner. This one was an older, pot bellied, unemployed van driver. First, how is someone EVER an “unemployed van driver”? Isn’t there always *something* needing to be taken *somewhere*? Nevermind the obvious downside to this state, in that had he been employed, they might have been in a van instead of the shrubbery. Second, have you seen George Michael’s domestic partner of the last ten years? He’s beautiful. He’s a better man than I, because I would surely have put flesh eating bacteria in George’s knicker drawer by now.

I actually saw Wham in concert in about 1986 and it was one of the best shows I’ve ever seen. I am now looking forward to seeing George and probably Boy George and Pee Wee Herman on the Surreal Life next season.

Vosges - Haut ChocolatI had the Naga Bar. Not. Bad. It has curry powder in it and leaves me a little lightheaded for some reason.

I just thought it would be funny to wear my first tribe avatar around for a while. Aren’t they having an anniversary or something? I guess this is technically the second, cus I uploaded it five days after I joined…..more than two years ago. This is the one I had on when I met most of the people I became friends with. I must be all sentimental and pms-y.Be a sport and put yours on too!

I’m planning a vacation in Haiti, just so I can eat one.

Come and get ‘em.

Breaking a pact with myself, I called ahead to the Chinese restaurant nearby. Chinese food is almost never a good idea for lunch. The resulting food coma is too debilitating for me to endure while working. Even so, I walked over to pick it up, and pick it up, I did. While this particular restaurant has a few fun choices on their lunch menu, what they *don’t* have is bottled water. I’d learned this months prior, yet always forget until I’m there paying for my lunch and hear the unmistakable notes of disappointment theme music start drifting around my head. I’ve been on a huge water kick lately. The result of this is a near unquenchable thirst, requiring water at hand all the live-long day. As fate would have it, there is a liquor store next to the restaurant and I wandered in to grab my requisite liter to accompany lunch.I’d seen the man at the counter before. We had a brief, but memorabley odd encounter a few months ago where he used what I assume is his signature “thank you” to customers and called after me, “Stay good looking!”. He’s older. English is not his first language, but he has the vibe of someone who has lived here a very long time. I assume this is actually his store, given his comfort level at the counter and his sassy reparte with customers. Today, he was up to his usual schtick, but he had a more developed patter to play with. He rang up my water and then scurried to the end of the counter where he had a small refrigeration unit. I assumed we were finished conducting business, so I made a break for the door. He stopped me with, “Hey! Wait! Let me give you dessert!” Now, dessert is something I rarely turn down, but I was already heaving a fat laden styrofoam container of honey walnut chicken back to my office, so I politely declined. He was insitant. I walked back to the counter and he again used his signature “thank you” on me, this time with a twist.

“Can you promise me something? Promise me you will stay good looking!” He said.

“Okay……you know…I really shouldn’t have dessert then…..” My voice trailed off completely revealing my suspician and reluctance to indulge what was sure to follow.

He offered me a hug, then showed me a bag of Hershey’s Hugs that he had ferreted out of the cooler. He then told me that I could “stand to put on a few ounces”, which is innocuous enough, even slightly flattering. He continued and began pantomiming large breasts while he explained that when women gain weight, that is where it goes.

“Okay, then. Thanks.” I said upon leaving with my Hershey’s Hug. Yuck. I might never eat one again. I might never eat anything Hershey again.

blog about it.Tom (people.tribe.net/tom) was kind enough to set me up with Vox invite a little bit ago and when I checked in today I discovered that I nave three spiffy standard account invites to give away. I like the look of it. Clean. Nice. Not very populated, however.

If’n ya want one. Give me a holler with your email addy. First three people get one. :D