Happy St. Patrick's Day! I have a special story for you all... Here:
God Bless Norms... A St. Patrick's Day Story
Today, me, Lori and my dad went to Norms by my work for lunch. If you don't know where it is, its on Sherman Way and Woodman. Me and Lori got the St. Patrick's Day special: corned beef, cabbage, red potatoes and carrots. I wanted to get a salad since the soup choices were some weird bean soup or gumbo, which quite honestly, didn't strike me as being too "Irish". The waitress, whom I could barely understand due to her thick accent (we were trying to guess which dialect of South American it was... my dad kept blaring he thought she was Cuban and did a really shoddy Ricky Ricardo impression or an attempt at one. I couldn't tell) told me I could have two salads. This struck me as odd, but I told my dad he could have the "other" salad. So we get our food and eat. Salads work out. Main dish works out. Then I get to my potatoes. I lather them up with butter and douse them with sour cream. They're like the highlight of the event because I love potatoes, especially red ones. I take a bite and it's just as I thought—nothing but perfect. I though, "Damn, Fatima is right... Norms iscool!" Then I get to the third bite. Wait, something isn't right. It's kinda hard... and slippery. It kinda feels like glass, but not as hard? I open my mouth and pull out the potato surprise and examine it for a second then say to my dad and Lori, "There's half of a bread clip in my potatoes!" Instead of bitching and moaning about how it was gross and not sanitary, or trying to get a free meal out of it, I take the initiative to clean it off with my napkin, laugh about it with Lori and scan it when I get back to work so I can share this delightful St. Patrick's Day Potato Surprise gift with you all. Happy St. Patrick's Day. May the luck of the Irish be with you even if you're not Irish, or part Irish like me and be fortunate to get an unwanted item in your next meal...
If you enjoyed this story, or are freaked out and want to warn your friends to steer clear of Norms in Van Nuys on Sherman Way and Woodman (hint hint) or any restaurant where you have no idea what the fuck the people who are serving you are saying, please feel free to share this with them.
Tuesday, March 18, 2003
Sunday, March 16, 2003
So tonight I can say I feel better. I finally got to cleaning my room up after being sick and this is like my marker that says LIFE IS BACK TO NORMAL! That means back to the same old usual stuff. I was gonna paint today but then it rained and I like to paint in the backyard for lack of a better place to paint... after all, we know how much mom loves it when I get paint on the carpet, right? So that got called off. Instead I made a matching pillow case for the quilt I made. Then I cleaned out new fish, Mr. Toupee (sp?). Oh yeah, last week I got a new fish. He's a white fan tail goldfish with a little cranium action but not all crazy like, it looks like a fake hairpiece, hence his name, Mr. Toupee. I got some new sheets for my bed... pink... betcha never saw that one coming. So, after all is said and done, I had time to play with the Squirrel. I took her collar off, combed her with the slicker brush for a while, played with crinkle bee and we listened to some cheezy Readers Digest style ragtime record. It was all good. Then she got tired and is really cute so I'll share.
Wednesday, March 12, 2003
Howdy! It's March, I'm feeling better. All is ok. I'm hoping to be able to do more painting on the Texas punk thing again since I'm getting a bit more time. I've made some big promises to some big people and dang it, I gotta keep doing this. I don't want it to be like something I put on the back burner for so long I just give up. Cos I'm not gonna give up! Wooh! Plus, with the possession of more records and what nots, I've been getting more inspiration and stuff. So, with tax returns I hope to get a better digital camera so I can be even more motivated and get more stuff up so my buddies in Texas can be happy too. Yay!