Food for Thought - Literally!

I LOVE breakfast. LOVE LOVE LOVE IT! So Saturday we decided to go out to breakfast which I was pretty darn excited about. We try to find cool hole in the wall places and Nate remembered a place he used to go to in Costa Mesa that he liked called the Side Street Cafe, but it had been years since his last visit. Now, I don't know if it changed or if his standards for delicious food were lower back then, but it was so NOT what my anticipation had built up to. Not that he said anything special to build up my anticipation, it's breakfast and so I'm automatically anticipating something delicious. After all, how do you mess up breakfast?? Well, let me tell you how. First, you hang up a three year old award for "greatest restaurant" (or some crap like that) next to where your customers eat. Then you serve them their slightly warm/cold food on plates too small to hold the already small portions so when you try to put syrup on the pancakes you ordered, it would only run right off the plate. Then you'd put two pieces of cold, undercooked bacon that have probably been sitting in a massive pile of cold, undercooked bacon since yesterday and put them on top of the pancakes since there's no room on the plate for them and make sure they taste like crap (I've never met a piece of bacon I didn't like until Saturday, cold or not, as long as the bacon tastes good I'm satisfied). Then you bring out the nasty bright yellow eggs on their own plate 5 minutes later than the pancakes (which is kind of a long time). And then you put an $8 price tag on it.

Now that I'm done complaining, here's your food for thought that occured to me as I ate my sad breakfast. Scrambled eggs. I love me some scrambled eggs and order them every time I eat breakfast. After eating here, I may start ordering a well done fried egg. I'm going to try to make sure I check out other peoples plates with scrambled eggs first to see if they look normal. Here's why: when my cold eggs came, I couldn't help but notice how ridiculously bright yellow they were. So I realized one of two things here - one: they weren't real eggs. Or two: they were real but made up of 90% cholesterol filled egg yolks. What are the chances that a small mom and pop place would waste all those egg yolks from the customers ordering egg white only dishes (which I saw was an option on every egg dish for an additional charge)?? Chances are slim and from the looks of the nasty eggs i got, I would be willing to put money on it. And if that isn't enough to convince you, I used to work at the snack bar at a golf course and know that they used to keep a tub of prescrambled raw eggs and would just use a laddle to scoop out some for the frying pan. Their eggs were good though and i can see the advantage of doing it that way, but I can also see how convenient it would be to dump all the egg yolks in there to save some $$.

I'm really not that picky of an eater, especially breakfast. But I gotta say that the food at girls camp easily would have given this place a run for their money.
What's mind boggling is I read some reviews online that raved about this place. Do yourself a favor and never go there. Hit up The Filling Station in Orange. It will change your life. Amazing food at an excellent price in a cute, quaint part of old town Orange.

Favorite T-shirts

If you ever feel the urge to buy me something, feel free to buy me a t-shirt from this site. Here's a link to one of their shirts that I personally find HILARIOUS!! If you don't think these shirts are funny, you may be arguably dead inside. I love this website. Check out their other shirts.

http://www.palmercash.com/product.asp?3=125


This one is on my list to buy for myself:

http://www.palmercash.com/product.asp?3=1505

Video Games and Fat kids

I'm an avid video gamer. I LOVE video games. I'll literally play for hours sometimes. I've read so many stories about why kids these days are so fat. Everything from the parents over indulging them with food, lack of exercise, school cafeteria food, etc.
Tangent - we all ate the same cafeteria food growing up and were never considered an obese generation. But the fact that many schools have cut PE out of the kids daily routine at school not only creates lazy fat kids, but teaches them there's nothing fun to do outside. They never get introduced to fun sports like soccor, baseball, etc since those are now too "dangerous" at school so unless the parents are into sports, the kids will probably never know what else there is to do.
Back to my point - Video games have also had the finger pointed at them as being a culprit to causing fat kids. Here's the thing, if anything, our generation has spent at least an equal amount of time playing video games, if not more, than today's kids--and we weren't fat as kids because of it. Proof - well if you had brothers, the proof lies there. You can probably remember the countless hours wasted in front of the TV playing games. But here's the real proof - video games have come a LONG way. It wasn't until I think N64 that you could even SAVE your game to pick up where you left off whenever you wanted. All the older systems we grew up on didn't have that capability so it pretty much forced kids to sit for hours and hours in front of the boob tube if they ever wanted to actually beat a game. And every kid I knew beat all the games they had. So there it is everyone! We can now rule out video games as being the culprit to obese kids. You're welcome.

Some people are still raising good kids

I probably won't do the story justice thanks to my crappy memory but it was so nice to hear such a thing I had to pass it on.
My mom lives on a residential street that is abnormally busy for it's location. Her house sits on the street where it starts to curve and has had countless accidents near or in front of her house from people taking the curve too fast. And when all the kids lived at home, we would get a lot of visitors and so long story short... whether it was a visitor backing out of the driveway or a crazy driver going too fast, her mailbox has been hit and taken out too many times to count. Not to mention the pesky turds that would go on mailbox bashing sprees, which most of the time I would guess were friends of Spencer.
Anyway, some months ago a local teen hit her mailbox. Something in his car malfunctioned and caused him to lose control of the steering wheel and caused him to knock over the mailbox. Instead of the usual hit and run, the kid knocked on my mom's door to not only apologize but promised to be back the next day to fix it. She accepted his apology, which was more than enough and didn't really expect to see the kid again. But low and behold, the next morning the kid was out there, with his father near by watching, as the kid not only replaced her whole mailbox, but packed in some cement to help keep it in place. Needless to say, my mom was shocked, as was I when she told me the story. Sad to admit, but shocked was really the feeling. I don't know how many kids would do that. Maybe I don't get out much.
Anyway, cool story.

PINK'S

We love to watch the food network and they have this Drive In's and Diners show that shows all these cool places to eat at all over the US. They showed this place called Pink's in Hollywood. The coolest little place. Been in business for almost 70 years. It's a little hotdog place and for whatever reason, I love hotdogs.. and chili. So I'm a pretty happy camper with a chili dog.


So, Saturday we decided to check it out. You can't see the line in the pics (which wraps around the building), but we waited for 45 minutes and the line didn't even seem that long, so be prepared if you venture out there. They prepare your hotdog right when you order in front of you and then there's only one person ringing up the orders who may have been the slowest moving cashier ever. It was a bit pricey, a long wait, and quite a drive out there. But ssoooooooooo totally worth it, at least once. It was dang tasty and with the added nostalgic we were happy with what we got. Lots of famous people have eaten there and there's autographed photos all over the inside. It was about $17 for us to eat, so like I said, it's a bit pricey, but worth it for at least a one time thing (especially if you like chili dogs).
I got the chili cheese dog, fries and a cream soda.
Nate got the 'Today Show' dog, onion rings and a cream soda. Here's a link to their awesome menu. Check out the Super Specials...

http://www.pinkshollywood.com/pgz/menu.htm

House Walk Throughs

I just remembered this hilarious story and thought I'd share. As you know, when you're looking to buy that perfect house, you do walk throughs to check out the digs. Our realtor, who is a member of our ward, took us out to different homes to check out. He made sure to schedule appts with the owners to make sure we had a convenient time to stop by, something that isn't necessary since realtors have special codes to open those little boxes on the door handles to get in if no one's home, but it's a nice gesture.
So we show up at this one place, knock, no one answers. The upstairs window was open so he kinda shouts, "hello, anyone home?" but no luck. So our realtor opens the door with his special code. Seconds after we step in we heard something upstairs. Couldn't quite make out what it was, thought nothing of it and proceeded to walk into the first room. And then we heard the moaning. Oh yes, you heard me right... moaning. Followed by the sound of the bed. Needless to say, we hurried our butts out of there giggling the whole way. We were there maybe 5 minutes. I'm not sure if the people there knew someone had walked into the house or not--or just didn't care. I gotta say though, it was a bit embarrassing being there with a member of our ward and I don't know that anyone would feel very comfortable in that situation. Kinda the feeling you get when you're watching a movie that starts to show a slightly risk-ay scene and your parents are in the room watching the movie with you and it just gets really awkward and you just wish someone would fast forward, but you don't move because you don't want them to know you're uncomfortable... yeah, that's kinda what it felt like. And then a few weeks later he was called to be bishop. Good stuff.

Boys will be Boys

Saturday we had a at the Montoya's. While there we were treated to some fantastic homemade pizza courtesy of Chris Montoya. Seriously the tastiest. You'll never order in again. Anyway, there were leftovers that everyone was lucky to be sent home with.

So I'm in church thinking about how delicious my lunch will be since I'll be devouring my left over pizza. We get home and I go upstairs to change while Nathan doesn't waste any time getting his 2 slices ready to eat. After I change, I walk into the kitchen to find my 2 slices on a plate. But one of my slices had a huge bite out of it! And it was the first bite, which is my favorite (don't know why but I just love that first bite). So I started badgering my husband and he was adamant that it wasn't him and that it was like that before he took it out of the bag. I was starting to believe him and then scolded him for snaking the two good pieces... and then he could no longer contain his laughter. And I knew that laugh! What a turd! Who the heck takes a bite out of someone elses pizza when they have their own equal amount of pizza! I gave him an earful, but there was no getting through. He was too pleased with himself. He's been warned though. I don't go down without getting the last word. I haven't decided my revenge yet...

By the way, this sort of behavior is soooooo something my brother Spencer would do. I guess I can thank him for grooming me my whole life to be a wife. Without brothers, a girl would be in for the shock of her life when she gets married.

My fake dead fish

Check out video of our fish Sanchez. We named him that because he has a little line of orange on the top of his mouth that kinda looks like a moustache so Sanchez somehow seemed to fit the bill. Here's the caption that is on the youtube site...

Just your average dead gold fish...except that fish isn't dead. It just floats there upsidedown all day. No it's not stuck. There's plenty of room between the tank and filter to swim by. For the most part it only leaves that spot to eat and that's about it. Why you ask?? Beats me. I can't say it's dumb because it leaves to eat when I put food in. So I guess it's just your laziest fish ever.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sje4v7wyrrM

Question of the Day

Why is it when I put delicious little fluffy mallows in my hot chocolate they float away from my mouth when I drink?? I'd like to be able to eat them as I drink, not at the very end of my drink. Logically, wouldn't you think if the fluid is moving forward the mallows would follow suit? So I drink all the hot chocolate to get to my mallows and they refuse to move from the bottom of my cup, clinging to the sludge of unmixed chocolate I try to avoid drinking. Now I have to dig them out with my fingers. Ding Dangit mallows!
They're smarter than they look.

Easter Sunday

Gotta tell these hilarious stories from Easter yesterday involving my nephew Gavin (he's 2). My family is still sitting at the dinner table chit chatting while Gavin is permitted to go in the backyard. There's a little playground back there he likes to play on that is in perfect view through a big window situated right in front of the dinner table in the dining room. The following all took place within maybe 30 minutes. Sooo much funnier to see in person of course.

First, we noticed him casually walking to the playground...which would have been fine if he didn't have a hammer in his hand he apparently found that my other brother left out. So Spencer (Gavin's daddy) opens the door to retrieve it and as soon as Spencer says "Gavin, come here", Gavin is running to the playground fully aware that he is now doing something he isn't supposed to and proceeds to hide in the covered part of the playground thinking he out smarted daddy. Funny thing about Gavin is when he knows he has something he shouldn't, he'll normally throw whatever he has in an effort to dispose of the evidence before he hides. I think the hammer may have been a little too heavy to throw, thank goodness. By the way, the rest of the family is all snickering while watching through the window.
Then, maybe five minutes later, Spencer retrieves gardening prunes from Gavin who was chasing the neighbors cat. Priceless.
After inspecting the yard for any other things he shouldn't play with, he's released back outside.
So he's playing on the playground when someone notices he pulled his pants down ( a new fun trick he likes to pull). So everyone looks out the window as he starts to run towards the house with his pants around his ankles when he totally eats it in the grass. And then he gets up and makes it to the back door where Spencer is waiting to pull up his pants. Everyone is roaring with laughter in the house. It was too funny watching him try to run with his movements being limited by the pants around his ankles. You could really see the determination on his face. I don't know where these kids come up with this stuff, but talk about entertaining!

Eyebrows

Okay, so part of the Tag post I revealed my lack of eyebrows and was disappointed with the lack of sympathy! boo hoo... So I'm putting it to a vote. Would you rather have crazy out of control eyebrows you have to constantly maintain, or would you rather have to draw them on every day because you have none?

First I'm going to whine. Let me just say that I wasn't born with nothing. Mine start and have a little color, but then they go very thin and blonde, almost like fuzz. In fact, my mom, dad and both sisters don't have hardly any but my brothers both have friggin forests growing on their foreheads. And it doesn't help that i have my dad's fat forehead. thanks dad. So because the beginning of my eyebrow does have some color, I'm still stuck having to pluck part of them to keep the shape of that part of the brow. And it takes a good 15 minutes to draw on. Not to mention how careful i have to be to put on or take off clothes so they don't wipe off. And then there are the pet peeve questions about shaving them... idiots. And then the question, how do you get them so perfect?? Oh.. i don't know... i guess from having to DRAW THEM ON FOR THE LAST TEN PLUS YEARS!! Duh! Seriously, you should see some of the prehistoric pictures of my adolescence when I was still trying to figure out how to draw them on and making them look real. I won't lie.. they're kind of disturbing pictures.

Yet another PSA

Okay, so I won't mention any names to protect the innocent since this was in no way an intended act to harm anyone. So someone decided to go to the car during Sunday School to go over a talk they would be giving in Sacrament (our church schedule is backwards so we end with Sacrament). Apparently during that hour, this person needed to relieve themselves of some seriously nasty gas. Hey, there was no one else in the car, no harm done, right?? Wrong!!! So after church I climb into the very same car with this person to go home. Almost instantly I jumped back out of the car. I can't even begin to explain the nastiness that had over an hour to ripen in the car before I met my fate. It was so potent I swear I could almost taste it. Sooo nasty! Even though this person did think to slightly crack the windows, the fresh oxygen that should have flowed in was no match to the Bog of Stench (anyone seen Labrynth? lol).
PSA - If you gotta let one rip, do NOT do it in an area that might cause it to linger longer and ripen.
PSA #2 - Don't take a chance on letting one rip on the OFF chance it won't stink.