interesting dining habits. When he was little, he would only eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches if they were dipped in ranch dressing. But what little kid doesn't like ranch dressing? Then he moved onto the lovely concoction of Root Beer with parmesan cheese delicately floating on the top. We teased him about this for a long time. It is disgusting. After a while, he begged and begged for us to give it up.
"I don't do stuff like that anymore!"
As a courtesy we dropped the topic. No more reminiscing about the days of PB&J w/ ranch and parmesan Root Beer. We dropped it until I caught him red-handed at the dinner table slipping back into his old habits.
You may ask what I caught Puff eating? Well, just a vanilla ice cream cone
with a few drizzles of
A-1 Steak Sauce.
He will never hear the end of it now!
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Tennis the other night was interesting. First, MM served the ball and it went flying over and hit my hair. It dislodged a piece of my ponytail. We played for a while and then it started raining. I announced that it was unsafe to play tennis when the courts are wet because they get slippery.
So we packed up to leave the courts.
Leave it to me to not listen to my own advice, because when we were about to walk out the gate, I totally slipped and fell flat on my back.
That is the sure fire way to find out who your friends are. Friends will help you up, good friends will giggle and then help you up and best friends just laugh uncontrollably until someone snorts. Thank you Kenz and MM for starting a fit of laughter for ever and ever.
And then helping me up.
I am amazed I still have any friends.
For my class, "Conventions and Meeting Planning" we had to volunteer at the Senior Citizen Expo. 3 Days and 20 hours of volunteering. The first day, my classmates and I had a never ending task. The man in charge, Mike wanted his face to be on the front of all the programs. The printing company had printed them out of order so we had to re-order the pages of 30,000 programs. Pull out the middle of each and every program and put the middle pages onto the front.
Since I am always in a good mood, I didn't really mind helping out. Some of my classmates were not so happy about it. I started a competition to see who could do a stack of 250 the fastest. Of course I won, and I am thinking of changing my profession to a professional newspaper re-orderer.
They came from near and far. Lured with promises of flu shots, free pens, Costco muffins, scandalous entertainment, raffles, cookie samples, walk in bath tubs, toilet seat raisers and the ever popular Humana bags.
The air was fresh with the smell of icy hot and baby powder.
First, I got to pass out programs to the eager people coming in the door. This was a very demanding job and to be efficient, I had to be able to throw programs like ninja stars as they came storming in.
Once my friend Ted and I got our next assignment, it started to become very clear that I would prefer to stick to my ninja skills as a program girl.
I am not quite sure why, but old people love free stuff. They also love gambling. Since you cannot gamble in Hawaii, they decided to settle for spinning the wheel with the high hopes of winning a free XXL t-shirt, a chip bag clip or a bottle of hand sanitizer. The Humana Insurance Company's booth combined both of these events and included a prize wheel AND a re-usable grocery bag giveaway at their booth. This is where things got out of control. They were not prepared for thousands of people to attend their booth. The line quickly extended all the way up the aisle, through the next three aisles and out the door around the building.
Because of the obvious fire hazard, we had to keep the aisles clear. The solution to this problem was to break the line at each aisle. This left us with small groups of restless seniors at each aisle. Thinking the line was short, people kept trying to cut the line. Much like small children waiting in a line, there was alot of whining, tantrums, screaming, pushing and the rubber leg. Sassy old ladies do not like to be told that they need to wait their turn. They want a blue Humana bag and a chance to spin the wheel RIGHT NOW!!
I spent the next 7 hours standing with my arms out, holding back the masses of restless blue hairs and practically shouting
"If you want a blue Humana bag, you need to get in the end of the line by the doors"
This realization that they could not cut into the middle of the line was always follwed by a tantrum of some sort.
My favorite tantrum was thrown by an old woman who announced "I will not be waiting in that line!"
I said "If you want to be in line for a blue Humana bag, you need to get in the end of the line by the doors."
At this point, I was a little frusterated and sick of old people. She put up a good fight for about 3 minutes. Back and forth, back and forth. Since she was behaving like a two year old, I reciprocated the behavior.
"You are not being nice and it's not fair! If you want a blue bag you need to get into the back of the line!"
She sulked away. And then I got to be on duty in the information booth for the rest of the day.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Me, Kenz, Mustapha, Pocahontas and Mike
Kenz is also really good. And really competitive...
MM, who came straight from the Math Lab but of course didnt want to be left out. Hence the bare feet, rolled up jeans, and the floral print shirt with sparkly buttons.
Our new friend Mustapha. He is from Lebanon. He told us he wasnt good at tennis. But our opinion changed after he quickly became the king of the court.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
At the beginning of each semester, we always make lofty goals to be more social. As a result, we went to the opening social this weekend. It was "this" much fun.
We participated in the zoo of a book sale, watched volleyball and basketball, walked around by the bounce house toys. Then we went to Taco Bell. It was "this" much fun.
After Taco Bell, we came home and had a dance party, photo booth sesh, epic pick-up line war, youtube party (which led to uncontrollable laughter, falling off the bed and snorting because we were laughing so hard.) Then on to makemebabies.com and yearbookyourself.com It was "this" much fun.
And people wonder why we don't like school activities...