Let's just complete the Amelie game

Today I found something else that I like an awful lot.

Isn't this dinnerware just perfect? I mean, it doesn't have red in it, but not everything has to. It's just so...bubbly. I think I need it.

Combine the dinnerware with the park and the tangram below we've got 3 things I like listed, I thought I might complete the Amelie game and list 3 dislikes:

Lima Beans

Lima Beans taste like chalk. They are gross and though I haven't eaten them since I was 10 years old, I am sure they have not improved with age. Yuck, yuck, yuck, yuck, yuck!

Spitting

Spitting is very rarely necessary and should just not be done in public. Period.

Seat warmers

Seat warmers in cars are just wrong! If my bum is warm and the rest of my body isn't I think I've wet my pants. How can that be a good feeling? Not to mention recent studies show that sperm get cooked and killed from seat warmers. Not that I've got sperm to worry about, but it's just evidence that nothing good comes from seat warmers, especially if one is male and one and one's wife are trying to get pregnant.

A few of my...

When the boys were here a few weeks ago we went to the Wallingford Dick's for burgers and saw a park(Meridian Playground) on the fake TomTom and decided to give it a go...see if they had picnic tables or something similar. What we found was the funnest park I've been to in quite a while. The swings are always my favorite but there was all sorts of amazing equipment. And then there are the sculptures from children's storybooks. I think this one is from Madeline. She lived with nuns or went to school with nuns or something, right? I'm thinking I might want to move to Wallingford, if I can find a great deal on an apartment and a good bus schedule that'll get me to work easily.

I may have known about Tangrams when I was younger, but I don't think I really knew about them. Because now...with the advent of this wonderful G1 application, I have been completely addicted to tangrams. I play for what seems like minutes but ends up being hours before bed. I solved all of the puzzles on the Lite version then paid 99 cents for the Pro version. Solved those puzzles in about a week. I keep checking back for the promised update. No luck. Bummer. On the plus side, I have been getting more sleep.

If you're gonna spew...

The first time it happened I was driving to work. I had grabbed a slice of bread for breakfast and was eating it while driving to work. I was suddenly choking and spewed the bread. Then I could breathe.

The next time I was eating steak and eggs for dinner. I felt a piece of steak stuck in my throat. I tried to swallow but no luck, still there. I tried to drink some water to force it down and then I couldn't breathe. I ended up calling Katherine who took me to the hospital. They gave me some medicine that was supposed to relax my throat. No luck. So they had to put me under anesthesia and call a surgeon. The surgeon stuck some long tweezers down my throat and grabbed the steak. All better.

It's called esophageal stricture. The surgeon said it's caused some narrowing in my throat that causes food not to go down and that I should get that fixed. That was a few years ago. I've not really had a problem since. Until last weekend...

I was eating some carrots while directing Lynda toward a gas station in Seattle. I felt my throat tighten up and tried to swallow hard. Nothing. Lynda was trying to drive in unfamiliar Seattle. Debbie was on the phone in the back seat with Collin and Hunter. Drink lots of water to force the carrots down. Nope. Then I couldn't breathe. So I started coughing which made all of the water and chewed up carrots spew out of my mouth.

Lynda was saying, "Oh my gosh Ranee!" and Debbie suddenly flung a library book bag over the seat and onto my chest. And I just kept looking like the Stand By Me guy. My nice periwinkle blue sweater was now pocked with orange and soaking wet.

So gross...but kind of funny.

Yeah...yeah...I hear you Mom, I should get the esophogus thing checked.

There are 3 flowers in a vase...

At work we have Trivia Tuesday. It really ends up being Trivia whatever-day-I-have-time-to-get-it-out-day. For the winners of the Trivia we have some traveling trophies. The latest version of the traveling trophy is Find it. It is the frustratingly addictive game pictured below. The object is to find the items on the list within the plastic beady things in the tube. The majority of the items are easy enough to find. But there are about 15 - 20 items that are VERY good at hiding.

On Thursday I decided that I would take a few minutes every few hours and find all of the items on the list. By Thursday end of day, I was completely frustrated. I still had the screw, pin, nail, washer and wing nut to find. And I was shaking that thing like a Polaroid picture has never been shaken.

This afternoon Agnes, my cube-neighbor found the nail and the wing nut. I eventually happened upon the nail myself, but still no wing nut, screw, washer or pin.

...KHAAAAAAN!

I want my TV

No disrespect to President Obama, but the biggest change I've seen since he's taken office is that he is constantly on my TV.  At first I was understanding that every time I turned on the TV or even looked at the TV he was on it...what with it being the first 100 days and all.  It was mostly the news anyway, so I could just not watch the news on TV or fast forward through the coverage of him signing yet another bill with 16 different pens.  

But now...now he's on my Primetime TV and pushing my TV shows to later times or different days which then messes with my recording schedule.  

If I wanted to see a man this often I'd be married.

Boundary Issues

While I was in Boise last week, Desi and I stopped by Edwards 9 to take in a cheesy chick-flick. It was appropriately cheesy and I enjoyed it thoroughly. Prior to heading into the theater, Desi decided I needed to see the Urban Outfitters store. I had never been in. Half the things in the store made me blush. A bunch made me laugh. And these babies...these wonderful parking tickets? They just about made me wet my pants. I purchased three booklets of them. And three of the Unmentionables (see below).

And the even more wonderful thing is that after leaving the theater and heading to the parking garage we found a parked car that clearly needed a parking ticket. Had I not been so giddy to actually leave a rude parking ticket on the offending vehicle, I probably would have taken an actual photo of the parking job, but I was just too thrilled to think of it.

The Unmentionables are just as funny. Here's one I often want to give out, but could also be the recipient of most of the time as well.


This one here? This one I could give to my entire family.

Happy Hump Day!

Flying Pie!

One of my favorite Boise treats is Flying Pie Pizzaria. It's a great little pizza joint that has huge slices for lunch and Tuesday Gourmet Pizza night. It's also the home of such wonderful gems as:

A foto of Ice T on the Iced Tea dispenser...

...and Ice Cube on the ice cube dispenser.

And a foto of some old dude presumably named Bob with a sign proclaiming the booth to be "Bob's Booth." Seems to be a favorite of all Bobs.

It has the smallest and somehow yummiest salad bar in town. It's a nice, comfy place. Two thumbs up.