Emotional Roller Coaster

On Sunday, Andrew was listening to the game as I did random cooking and cleaning around the apartment. Very stereotypical rolls for a Sunday afternoon. One of us was calm and centered during this time, and the other one was yelling and screaming, crying and laughing, excited, happy and depressed within about a 2 hour time period. Ok, so maybe not actually crying. That's an exaggeration. But the boy had more mood swings than a sophomore in high school. While I admire his passion for the game we know as Football, I will never understand it!

Easy to use!

Recently, Andrew and I bought a Roomba vacuum because we couldn't keep up with the amount of hair that the cats (Lilly and Stanley) leaving on our carpet. We have the "scheduler" which typically runs on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but we can set it to go at any time, or even manually start it. Even though I had just vacuumed on Monday, yesterday morning, Lilly thought that the carpet was a bit too dirty for her, so she took it upon herself to start the Roomba. I just wish I had caught it on video

Hot Moves!

The newest question here in Fishers, is "Was that a hot move?" Andrew has a hard time believing that I can have hot moves in Lestat. (Note: Lestat is my '90 Chevy Lumina, or if you're a Hammie, it's a Buick). I'm out to prove him wrong. Or to scare him. Take your pick.

Also, Andrew and I went to Kona Grill at the Clay Terrace Shopping Center. A mistake we will not make again. I had heard the place advertised a lot, and what can I say, I'm a consumer whore. We looked at their website for any specials they may be having, to find that they have a reverse happy hour from 10pm until midnight on Fridays and Saturdays. So we go, we get seated inside, and are asked for our drink orders. Andrew got a beer, and I, a water. The waitress did not know the 4 beers that were on tap. I've been to places with like 30 beers on tap and this chick couldn't remember 4?? After getting our drinks, she came back to get our food order. I asked her about the happy hour specials, and she said, "The happy hour is for outdoor dining only." That's it. It wasn't followed by a, "I can move you if you'd like." or "You weren't given your choice of seating?" At that point, we almost left. We decided to stay. Andrew had sushi for the first time, and liked some of it. But my water went dry halfway through the meal, which is bad with wasabi, and no matter how many times I slurped at it, she refused to refill my water. She checked on us once during the meal. Also, while she gave us chopsticks, we didn't get any napkins. She had just set the tables around us, so we just took 2 napkin-wrapped silverware bundles from the closest table. There was no one else in the restaurant. Then she came by the table, noticed the missing napkins, and made this face, this "Where did they go?" face. Then she looked at us with the napkins folded neatly in our laps, and the shiny utensils on the table in front of her. Her face then said, "I can't believe they unset my table!!" Get over it.

Now what really gets me about this whole experience, is that as soon as I ordered a water, and asked about the happy hour, she pegged me as a cheap customer. So I got crappy service, so I gave her a crappy tip. I have a rule about happy hours. Even though the food may be half price, I believe in giving a full price tip. Hell, one time I was at a fast food restaurant, and the guy ahead of me was being crappy to the girl working. She couldn't help it that the line was so long, or that no one was helping her. She hadn't done anything wrong, in fact, she was holding her own up there. So when I ordered, I gave her a $10 bill, for a $5 tab and told her to keep the change.

As a side note... When will it be my turn?

Sleepy Girl

To Merkle and the Mean Honkies:

I apologize for falling asleep on your couches. It's nothing against you, it's just that your seating is just so darn comfy. Next time, put me in a high-backed wooden chair.

In related news, Sunday afternoon house hunting season closed yesterday due to the opening of football season. Silly padded men running around after a dead pig...