Wednesday, August 15, 2007

One thing on my mind. When ordering fast food do you ever freeze in front of the drive through window? This has been a lifelong problem for me. It's even worse if someone else is driving. They ask me..."Okay what do you want?" and I ask them, "Well what are you getting?" They look at me like I've lost my mind and tell me. I then have to contemplate longer about my personal choice. Usually this results in the driver telling me to please hurry or in my husbands case he leans forward and makes me yell my order into the microphone. In the mean time the order taker person is sighing and saying "Are you ready?" The other problem I have is fast food jargon. I hate saying what I, "I WANT the double bacon cheese burger." or " I want a Mc Chicken sandwich." Just saying it bothers me.
Last night I had an immediate need for a frozen slushie thingy. I was driving home at about 9:45 p.m. and I went through the drive through of Burger King which I really should not even have considered considering how irritating all their commercials are lately. Anyways I knew they had slushies so I get to the window and I see a picture of a glorious purple slushie emblazoned on their billboard. Oooh. That's it. But underneath the picture it had about twelve different slushie descriptions none of which I recognized. I was like...oh crud. Then the lady says..."Can I take your order?" I totally freeze. I can't even remember what those slushie things are called. Is it a slush puppie? An icee, a freeze? I'm panicked. Suddenly I feel inspired. "I would like a slushie" uhoh what is the flavor of that purple one.....I pause then continue "that is purple." The lady seems slightly troubled but tells me to come to the first window to pay. She hands me the purple slushie and all is well. I will add it was very yummy.

Monday, August 13, 2007

Goin Bloggin

I have fought the blogging world toenail and tooth and yet it has still sucked me in. I will tell you that it is thanks to my sister, Rachel, who has led me down this tunnel. But I figure I am sitting up here on this computer at night with nothing to do but try to get my baby to go to sleep. So I should do something productive not just research various inane topics, like the other night I was up till midnight reading about little people. Really you should never call them midgets its very offensive. Dwarfs is also acceptable. There are 200 different kinds of dwarfs. I used to be afraid of dwarfs. Once when my brother was about 4 we were walking around the Drs. office and right around the corner came a dwarf who was the same height as he was. He looked so terrified.
I live in Dayton Ohio. I'm married with 2 little girls. My husband is a teacher and I teach piano on occasion. We have ended up in Dayton for way too long and are trying to sell our house. Dayton is our ninevah. We came here innocently enough, 2 innocent babes from rural farmland Ohio. I convinced him to rent an apt. on the East side telling my husband that it was so cheap we would be able to save loads of money. So of course we were inducted into the life of luxury. I'll just say...A. roaches B. the rent a center truck bringeth the truck taketh away (not to us i'll add)C. people who love eachother tend to beat eachother (no not us)
We didn't give up on this town though. Ahh the Gem City. Okay who thought up the Gem City for Dayton?? I want them to explain themselves please. We just couldn't seem to escape. We moved to another duplex and then bought our first house in Dayton.
We have gone to Church downtown in a tiny little office building converted into a church. I want to leave, I want a neighborhood where there isn't stolen vehicles being parked in front of your house. I want a place where people don't drive through one side of your brand new white picket fence and out the other side. Where people get into domestic disputes on your front porch and dudes try to lift your windows at night. The cop at our neighborhood watch meeting told us to shoot anything that moves. ooooh Dayton. So now I'm goin' Bloggin'. Steph (goin' cloggin').