We couldn't decide what we wanted for dinner tonight {much like we can't decide what we want for dinner every night ;)}. We knew we didn't feel like cooking {no surprise there either}, and we didn't really want to drive a long way. Plus, we hadn't walked the dogs yet tonight, and they really behave much better when they get some energy out.
Solution? We walked the dogs...to and through the drive through at the Schlotsky's in our neighborhood. I know it's really random, but it was so fun! At first Josh and I just tried jumping really hard on the pavement in front of the drive through hoping to trigger it, but that was thoroughly unsuccessful and made me kind of sweaty. So Josh just ran inside to let them know we were there.
When he got back to the drive through, the guy came on the microphone just like normal...until he said "nice dogs." Whaaaaat? You have a camera? At Schlotsky's? I had an immediate flash back.
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When I was in high school, I had a hilarious {and by hilarious I do mean ridiculously funny} friend who had an incredible talent for ordering at drive throughs pretending there was significant static during critical parts of her order.
Yes, I'd like to order a shhhkkkshk with no kshhshk and a small shhhhshkcch.
A back and forth of what?s and shhhks would go on and on with static in varying parts of the order. It was so impressive, and I was in tears every time she did it. Hungry, because we never got our food, but tickled nonetheless.
So when I was in college I decided I would be funny and show my friends this super pastime. We were in Arkadelphia - what else were we gonna do? ;)
I drove up to the ordering station and gave my spiel. I was a little less polished than my predecessor, but it was still pretty convincing. Or so I thought...
I know you're making those noises ma'am. I can see you on the camera.
Oops. Awkward. And hungry yet again.
...
Tonight was much smoother. We ordered without any funny business, they thought our dogs were cute, and we left with food in our hands. :)
Monday, October 18, 2010
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Busy.
Busy, busy, busy. You too? Well, burst my bubble.
Just when I'm feeling like I must most certainly be the busiest person in the country, if not the hemisphere, I find someone who is busier. But I really don't want to hear that because I would prefer to be dramatic about how busy I am.
I came home the other day, feeling like I had worked especially super duper hard, and I got about two words into my pity party before J interrupted me with a story of some man he had met that morning who starts his day at 4am with job #1 and moves straight to job#2, ending his day hardly before the next begins. Dang it. I guess I'll make it.
One contributing factor to my survival right now is that our pharmacy never opens earlier than 9am. I cannot tell you what beautiful time occurs between 7:45 and 8:45 in the morning. We're talking a precious 59 minutes that mean I might actually feed my husband, my dogs, and myself before I'm in the car. And if I'm up especially early, I might even get on the treadmill. That we bought. That's in our bedroom.
Yikes! Are you judging me yet? Fair enough if you are.
So far, no clothes have been found hanging on the treadmill. I refuse. I hope I continue to refuse... because I'm already pushing a cliche with exercise equipment in the bedroom where I lay my aerobically challenged body down to sleep. But I needed a stress release that isn't dependent on the weather, and at least for right now we are really using it. I haven't lost an ounce, mind you, but maybe I'm staying more sane than I would if we hadn't made the plunge {and bribed my brother with chocolate chip cookies to come help us put it together :)}
Another release?
The Pottery Barn holiday decor for this year! Busy schmizzy. I will simply look through the PB Holiday magazine while walking briskly in place and be just fine. And then I can buy remarkably similar items from Target, save some money, and be even better.
Do you like how I just advertised for my employer? I wasn't even trying. If I was trying I would tell you to go to your local Target Pharmacy asap and get your flu shot {no appointment necessary}. But I'm not trying. I'm far too busy being busy ;)
Just when I'm feeling like I must most certainly be the busiest person in the country, if not the hemisphere, I find someone who is busier. But I really don't want to hear that because I would prefer to be dramatic about how busy I am.
I came home the other day, feeling like I had worked especially super duper hard, and I got about two words into my pity party before J interrupted me with a story of some man he had met that morning who starts his day at 4am with job #1 and moves straight to job#2, ending his day hardly before the next begins. Dang it. I guess I'll make it.
One contributing factor to my survival right now is that our pharmacy never opens earlier than 9am. I cannot tell you what beautiful time occurs between 7:45 and 8:45 in the morning. We're talking a precious 59 minutes that mean I might actually feed my husband, my dogs, and myself before I'm in the car. And if I'm up especially early, I might even get on the treadmill. That we bought. That's in our bedroom.
Yikes! Are you judging me yet? Fair enough if you are.
So far, no clothes have been found hanging on the treadmill. I refuse. I hope I continue to refuse... because I'm already pushing a cliche with exercise equipment in the bedroom where I lay my aerobically challenged body down to sleep. But I needed a stress release that isn't dependent on the weather, and at least for right now we are really using it. I haven't lost an ounce, mind you, but maybe I'm staying more sane than I would if we hadn't made the plunge {and bribed my brother with chocolate chip cookies to come help us put it together :)}
Another release?
{photo: potterybarn.com}
The Pottery Barn holiday decor for this year! Busy schmizzy. I will simply look through the PB Holiday magazine while walking briskly in place and be just fine. And then I can buy remarkably similar items from Target, save some money, and be even better.
Do you like how I just advertised for my employer? I wasn't even trying. If I was trying I would tell you to go to your local Target Pharmacy asap and get your flu shot {no appointment necessary}. But I'm not trying. I'm far too busy being busy ;)
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