Last week I saw a commercial on t.v. for the new promo at Swiss Chalet. Summer Sensations! Wow...chicken and fries annnnd ice cream! Chocolate sundaes are my favorite dessert...especially when they are topped with whipped cream and a cherry! So I decided that I would round up the family and we would have a nice dinner out.
Now we don't dine out with the kids that often. I mean we eat out....but its either me and Dave or we just get take out. Marli is young so she doesn't do well in restaurants yet, so we rather just eat it at home. But tonight we decided to dine in since you can only get the ice cream when you do so. This was my first mistake.
Let me break it down for you....
We walk in and its quite busy...no wait time, but the dining room is booming. Now I used to be a server, so when I walk into situations like this I have an open mind as well as trying to figure out how I would be if I was working this shift. I tell ya I would have rocked that dining room, but let's move on. The hostess seats us and doesn't bring any cutlery to our table as well does not give Reese something to colour on. Dah well. We don't open our menus as we already know what we are going to order so we wait for the server. She doesn't come for like 15 minutes..literally. By this time Marli is all fired up. Se has this talking thing right now where she screams and grunts at you when she is trying to get your attention. Shit..she is 15 months...this is what she does. I did bring some snacks and juice for her to try and keep her busy. I notice the server jetting around her section and I say to Dave, "Our server is in the WEEEDS!!". Again..I used to be a server and I know far to well when someone is in the weeds. Think about it...someone jetting around in a lost like pattern...sweat on her face and eyes bulging so far out of her head that you think she was lost in the dark. That is the WEEDS. I start analyzing the situation and wonder where the F is her manager and why are they not helping her. After sometime we finally get our order in and wait for our food. The time is slowly passing by and its getting harder to keep the scream box quiet. Here is where it gets interesting...
I notice an old man, about 70 I would say get up and walk our way to go to the bathroom. As he passes our table Marli decides to let our another scream. Now let me say...its not like screaming crying or screaming at the top of her lungs. Its more of a yalp?? Anywho..
Old Stupid Man: "Shut UP!" - and then keeps walking towards the bathroom.
(Marli...confused look on her face as to who the F is this person and why are they all up in my shit!)
Dave AKA The Hulk AKA Uncle Roid AKA The dude about to beat up someones grandpa: "Did he just tell her to shut up????!!!!!!"
Me (scared and noticing all the other tables around us starting to looks at us) "ummm I think he did"
*this is a special note to people that don't know the other side of Dave. Yes he is a kind man, sweet and polite...but there is a switch on the back of Dave's neck...we like to call this switch the DO NOT FUCK WITH MY FAMILY switch*
Me: "Now Dave..settle down...don't get riled up. He's an old man doesn't even know what he is saying" as I am literally restraining him.
The Green Man: "I don't give a shit how old he is...I am going to kick his ASS!"
Pause.
Pause.
Then Dave flings my hand off his arm and stomps towards the bathroom. HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT!!! I am about to get arrested and head home in a cop car and they will take away my children. I wait trying to be patiently as I have watching eyes wondering what is transpiring. Then I see Dave return to the table with his switch now turned off.
Me: "What did you do?" cuz I don't see the old man anywhere!
Dave: "He was standing at the urinal and I walked up behind him and asked him if he brought a walker in with him. He said no, and then I said that he better SHUT HIS MOUTH NEXT TIME OR YOU WILL BE LEAVING IN ONE! Then I said that just because he is old doesn't mean he has to be rude"
Me:"Alrighty then"
The old man came out of the washroom and walked past our table to his and never said a peep. I mean I get he was rude and he should have never said that to Marli. She is a baby and we are in Swiss Chalet for peets sake. I don't think she was ruining your expensive dinner. But men and their testosterone just take it over the top. We had to run this by some of our friends and every guy said the same thing. "I would have kicked is ass!"
After all that we finally got our dinner...shoveled it down our throats and went home...an hour and a half later!! WTF Swiss Chalet is suppose to be like an in and out thing...
I guess I will be sticking to our take out and enjoying our meals and screams in the comfort of our own home...
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Weight In
Hello Ladies...and maybe for those men that are secretly tracking their success...
Weight: 164 1/2...hey its 1/2 pound!!!
I was wondering who would be in to do a workout/walk at the Aud this week. I was thinking of Wednesday night at like 7pm...would anyone like to join?
HOLLA BACK!
Turkey Ragout
Olive Oil
1 lb boneless skinless turkey breast, cut into 2-inch pieces
2 cloves garlic, minced
1 (10oz.) pkg. mushrooms, halved
1 small zucchini, halved and cut into 1/4-inch slices
1 (14.5 oz.) can unsalted diced tomatoes with juice
1/2 tsp sea salt
1/2 tsp ground pepper
1/2 tsp thyme
1/2 tsp oregano
1. On the stove top, mist a large non-stick pan with olive oil spray and place over medium heat. Add turkey and brown 2 to 3 minutes. Turn turkey pieces and add garlic, mushrooms, zucchini, tomatoes, salt and remaining spices.
2. Saute for 5 minutes. stirring so that the meat is browned and the veggies begin to sizzle. Cover with a lid and low heat to simmer for 10-12 minutes.
Serve with Garlic Bread
Weight: 164 1/2...hey its 1/2 pound!!!
I was wondering who would be in to do a workout/walk at the Aud this week. I was thinking of Wednesday night at like 7pm...would anyone like to join?
HOLLA BACK!
Turkey Ragout
Olive Oil
1 lb boneless skinless turkey breast, cut into 2-inch pieces
2 cloves garlic, minced
1 (10oz.) pkg. mushrooms, halved
1 small zucchini, halved and cut into 1/4-inch slices
1 (14.5 oz.) can unsalted diced tomatoes with juice
1/2 tsp sea salt
1/2 tsp ground pepper
1/2 tsp thyme
1/2 tsp oregano
1. On the stove top, mist a large non-stick pan with olive oil spray and place over medium heat. Add turkey and brown 2 to 3 minutes. Turn turkey pieces and add garlic, mushrooms, zucchini, tomatoes, salt and remaining spices.
2. Saute for 5 minutes. stirring so that the meat is browned and the veggies begin to sizzle. Cover with a lid and low heat to simmer for 10-12 minutes.
Serve with Garlic Bread
Friday, July 3, 2009
The Word According to my Dad
I have had a very interesting relationship with my father pretty much my whole life. I never really understood him and as I am getting older I don't think I ever will, which I have given up trying to.
My parents split up when I was young and I was raised with the typical split family routine. Every second weekend and two weeks in the summer were spent at my father's house. As a child I was frightened of my father. His bigness, his loud voice (which half the time I could never understand him because of his thick Jamaican accent), and mostly his hand which was the size of a bear paw and you didn't want to know what that felt like on your ass...trust ME!. Every time I was in a situation where there was possible trouble, you know those ones...where you can smell the trouble and instantly have a flash in your head of how your father is going to kill you and no one will ever find your body. I just knew that I needed to get out of that situation because if I was caught...there was going to be some serious discipline going on. My younger brother never seemed to have this fear. He could get beat day in and day out and never learn and still do what he pleased.
My theory is that as my dad has aged he has lost his power. He went from the warden to the guy that sits quietly watching wrestling on t.v. all day. I am no longer fearful of my father. On some good days he is one of the funniest people I know. On other days, he drives me crazy and I wish he would grow up sometimes and let me be the kid and him the parent.
My brother and I have a bag full of jokes we continuously regurgitate. Laughing deep from the belly I don't think these stories will ever get old. Like the day he was trying to tell us about a car he seen on t.v.
Dad: (please think very Jamaican accent...like right off the boat) "Ah wha pon di name of dat car?"
Matt: "What car dad?"
Dad: "Me tink its a Mitsufeeshi?"
Mitsufeeshi??? Man that one made me tear right up!
Or the time when he was trying to tell me what is new in the entertainment world. He just watches television all day so he is on the up and up. He tells me a story about Lisa Simpson when what he really meant was Jessica Simpson. Or telling me about a t.v. show he watches called, "Man onna da Mountain". Which is actually King of the Hill. Don't ever tell him he is wrong or you will be up for a marathon of arguing. Stubborn.
He also told me about a story a couple of weeks ago about how he picked up some random chick on the street and drove her around all night and even went to Mickey D's for her. My dad may be old, but he is a pimp! No really he is not, but for all who know me closely you know my dad is a ladies man. I don't know what it is, but these women fall for my dad like he is their very own Justin Timberlake. I have been with my dad at a restaurant where he even tried to pick up some lady right in front of me!
Lady from behind the counter: (who let me explain does not know what she is getting herself into) "Where in Jamaica are your from?"
Rico Suave: "I am from Maypen...why do you ask?"
The Prey: "I just wanted to know where you were from"
Fabio: "Why you like me?? Next time I come here I will come by myself...(wink wink)"
BARF!!!! I would also like to add a side note...my dad is 75. I know I know...he just never knows when to stop.
Sitting down and listening to my father talk is defiantly going to keep you interested and defiantly keep you laughing. Even though there has been some hard times with my dad I am happy that I know him and all the things he has done for me...even if they are small. He in a twisted way with his faults and issues has made me who I am today. I really can't complain about that now can I.
Here is to always looking for the good in people! Cheers!
My parents split up when I was young and I was raised with the typical split family routine. Every second weekend and two weeks in the summer were spent at my father's house. As a child I was frightened of my father. His bigness, his loud voice (which half the time I could never understand him because of his thick Jamaican accent), and mostly his hand which was the size of a bear paw and you didn't want to know what that felt like on your ass...trust ME!. Every time I was in a situation where there was possible trouble, you know those ones...where you can smell the trouble and instantly have a flash in your head of how your father is going to kill you and no one will ever find your body. I just knew that I needed to get out of that situation because if I was caught...there was going to be some serious discipline going on. My younger brother never seemed to have this fear. He could get beat day in and day out and never learn and still do what he pleased.
My theory is that as my dad has aged he has lost his power. He went from the warden to the guy that sits quietly watching wrestling on t.v. all day. I am no longer fearful of my father. On some good days he is one of the funniest people I know. On other days, he drives me crazy and I wish he would grow up sometimes and let me be the kid and him the parent.
My brother and I have a bag full of jokes we continuously regurgitate. Laughing deep from the belly I don't think these stories will ever get old. Like the day he was trying to tell us about a car he seen on t.v.
Dad: (please think very Jamaican accent...like right off the boat) "Ah wha pon di name of dat car?"
Matt: "What car dad?"
Dad: "Me tink its a Mitsufeeshi?"
Mitsufeeshi??? Man that one made me tear right up!
Or the time when he was trying to tell me what is new in the entertainment world. He just watches television all day so he is on the up and up. He tells me a story about Lisa Simpson when what he really meant was Jessica Simpson. Or telling me about a t.v. show he watches called, "Man onna da Mountain". Which is actually King of the Hill. Don't ever tell him he is wrong or you will be up for a marathon of arguing. Stubborn.
He also told me about a story a couple of weeks ago about how he picked up some random chick on the street and drove her around all night and even went to Mickey D's for her. My dad may be old, but he is a pimp! No really he is not, but for all who know me closely you know my dad is a ladies man. I don't know what it is, but these women fall for my dad like he is their very own Justin Timberlake. I have been with my dad at a restaurant where he even tried to pick up some lady right in front of me!
Lady from behind the counter: (who let me explain does not know what she is getting herself into) "Where in Jamaica are your from?"
Rico Suave: "I am from Maypen...why do you ask?"
The Prey: "I just wanted to know where you were from"
Fabio: "Why you like me?? Next time I come here I will come by myself...(wink wink)"
BARF!!!! I would also like to add a side note...my dad is 75. I know I know...he just never knows when to stop.
Sitting down and listening to my father talk is defiantly going to keep you interested and defiantly keep you laughing. Even though there has been some hard times with my dad I am happy that I know him and all the things he has done for me...even if they are small. He in a twisted way with his faults and issues has made me who I am today. I really can't complain about that now can I.
Here is to always looking for the good in people! Cheers!
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Weigh In.....
Okay so a little late...but time to update on our weekly weight loss challenge...
Nicki- 165 (same as last week...we only started midway through the week...give me a break!)
Some tips for the week ahead!
If you don't have a gym membership there are many ways to start getting fit. While you are watching t.v. and a commercial comes on...don't just sit there and wait. Turn the channel to a music channel and do jumping jacks for 2 min...next commercial do 2 minutes of crunches...next commercial do 2 min of jumping jacks again. Sneaking in exercise is a great way when your not in the mood. While cooking dinner, do some standing push ups on the corner of your counter. Or grab a can of tomatoes and do some arm curls. Get creative! Post some of your own sneaky tips for others.
Nicki- 165 (same as last week...we only started midway through the week...give me a break!)
Some tips for the week ahead!
If you don't have a gym membership there are many ways to start getting fit. While you are watching t.v. and a commercial comes on...don't just sit there and wait. Turn the channel to a music channel and do jumping jacks for 2 min...next commercial do 2 minutes of crunches...next commercial do 2 min of jumping jacks again. Sneaking in exercise is a great way when your not in the mood. While cooking dinner, do some standing push ups on the corner of your counter. Or grab a can of tomatoes and do some arm curls. Get creative! Post some of your own sneaky tips for others.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Is it Time Already?
I went to try on bridesmaids dresses again last night and decided to bring Reese with me. She is actually going to be the flower girl in the wedding, so I thought it would be cute to see in her in some dresses.
Who knew she was an instant bride! She put that dress on and then I decided to put a veil on her...she strutted all over that floor and twirled with no care in the world! Yes I did tear up a bit. I remember when she was about a month old, Dave and I had to go to a wedding. I got a babysitter and left the house with breast pump in hand (I actually pumped in my car before dinner). We watched the bride go up the aisle with her dad in hand and I started bawling! Yes I was happy for the couple, but I was thinking that one day that would be Reese and Dave walking down the aisle. Dang...what a sap I have become.
Then when I was watching her last night again...I realised once again that time just flies by and before I know it, she will be that bride. I can't wait to be planning another wedding, as well as Marli's. Fun being a mom to girls...even tho they gots lots of drama.
Footnote to Dave...better start saving daddy...it might become expensive....haha.
Who knew she was an instant bride! She put that dress on and then I decided to put a veil on her...she strutted all over that floor and twirled with no care in the world! Yes I did tear up a bit. I remember when she was about a month old, Dave and I had to go to a wedding. I got a babysitter and left the house with breast pump in hand (I actually pumped in my car before dinner). We watched the bride go up the aisle with her dad in hand and I started bawling! Yes I was happy for the couple, but I was thinking that one day that would be Reese and Dave walking down the aisle. Dang...what a sap I have become.
Then when I was watching her last night again...I realised once again that time just flies by and before I know it, she will be that bride. I can't wait to be planning another wedding, as well as Marli's. Fun being a mom to girls...even tho they gots lots of drama.
Footnote to Dave...better start saving daddy...it might become expensive....haha.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Better Bootays!!!
Okay...so I got like a little more than 2 months till Vegasssss and since I am not going to be a big preggo mess when I am there anymore, its time to tighten some things up!
SO! I want to start a blogging a "Biggest Loser" style of contest. Now this "contest" really has no prize...but you will be soo fine that the stranger walking on the street will have to say to themselves, "Hot DAYUM! That girl is looking HOT!". Let's face it...that is a prize in itself. Plus I am busted and I gots no $100,000 to give you:)
Who's in?? I will post a new exercise and possibly a new recipe each week, and every week when I post the Better Bootays you will have to comment and leave your new weight. I know everyone will know your shit...but really it gives you incentive to do something about it. We are all here for each other, no judgement and some of you I don't even know or for that fact know each other. Even if you do...who cares...we are in this together to help each other and give tips etc. Feed off each others success's and help when your in a downfall. Support!
If you would like to join me on this journey you will need to do the following.
1. Weigh yourself- or get someone else to look for you if you really don't want to see that number...it can be scary sometimes...trust me I know!
2. Get a measuring tape and measure your boobies (hehe), hips, and waist.
3. Set a goal for yourself. Now be realistic...its not a race and if you really feel its a stretch to lose 50 pounds or whatever...just set the goal for something attainable. We don't need anyone researching online to buy a tape worm or anything like that. No crazyness here!
Once you have recorded all this information I want you to comment to this post with this template:
Name:
Weight:
Measurements: B- W- H-
(if you don't know what the letters mean, its B-Bust, W-Waist, H-Hips)
Goal:
Then each...let's say Sunday, I will post a new exercise and recipe as well as my new records. You will do the same but you will leave out the measurements...just the name and weight. At the end of it all you will re-measure yourself and we'll do a big finale.
Do you get it?? Who's in with me?? It will be fun to do it together...and look I will tell you my info first!
Name: Nicki (MushMush)
Weight: 165 (of solid sexiness that I am just making even better;)
Measurments: B- 37 1/2 in (Heyyyyyy) W-33 H-43 (its the bootay)
Goal: to lose about 15 pounds and tighten up my jiggly belly!
Now its your turn:)
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Mirror Mirror
Yesterday I woke up and did the usual hum and hah over what I was going to wear for the day. You know it has to be comfortable yet somewhat stylish. I don't want to look like a bag lady or anything. So I pick out some jeans and a grey top. I walk into the bathroom and see myself in the mirror. "DANG GIRL! You look good!" I thought to myself. I turned around and checked out the bootay area. Another good point about turning 30 is that I have come to embrace the bootay (yes its boo-tay...not bootie. Booties are slippers for babies). I mean this bootay has got me to where I am. I am proud of it. Tough to all those boys in grade school that used to mock me because of it. Shame on them! Making me feel uncomfortable to show off my great ASSet. My bootay looked good in dem jeans and I was feelin hot!
Then I went outside, went to the plaza to pick up some things from the dollar store. I walked past a random mirror and, "DANG GIRL! what is up with your bootay??!" I thought to myself. How did it get so big from this morning and who let me out of the house looking like this! Reese needs to learn quick she is on the woman train and needs to holla at her gurl when things like this happen.
So I blame this on the mirrors the builder installed in my home. Yes they make me feel good about myself but its false advertisement! Shit! You can't make a girl feel all good and then when she sees what everyone else sees its just disappointment. I am trying to think back to when I was trying on dresses for my girl Ashley's (and Franco) wedding. I tried on a couple of dresses but settled in on this one hip, no actually ass hugging dress. It looked bangin! My ass was perfect! And now I think those mirrors are trick mirrors too! To make you want to buy the dress they have mirrors that make you look good.
In order for these trick mirrors to work they need to fix people's eyes so that they match what these mirrors make you see. If not then throw them all away!!
Then I went outside, went to the plaza to pick up some things from the dollar store. I walked past a random mirror and, "DANG GIRL! what is up with your bootay??!" I thought to myself. How did it get so big from this morning and who let me out of the house looking like this! Reese needs to learn quick she is on the woman train and needs to holla at her gurl when things like this happen.
So I blame this on the mirrors the builder installed in my home. Yes they make me feel good about myself but its false advertisement! Shit! You can't make a girl feel all good and then when she sees what everyone else sees its just disappointment. I am trying to think back to when I was trying on dresses for my girl Ashley's (and Franco) wedding. I tried on a couple of dresses but settled in on this one hip, no actually ass hugging dress. It looked bangin! My ass was perfect! And now I think those mirrors are trick mirrors too! To make you want to buy the dress they have mirrors that make you look good.
In order for these trick mirrors to work they need to fix people's eyes so that they match what these mirrors make you see. If not then throw them all away!!
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