Stuck on Stupid!
Not one to lose an opportunity, we now have our line of “Don’t get stuck on stupid!” gear from Cafepress -
I gues it is that time of the week again, when I am completely captivated by random things - like the search queries that lead to my blog….
Here is one that I bet is going to raise my hit count by a zillion%….(hint, hover over the link to find out what it is - I really don’t want people hitting my blog with those keywords…don’t want to have too many horny guys getting upset at me ifyouknowwhatImean ;)
This one was something I guess I can be proud of - my blog mom (who has since disappeared into the ether of the blogosphere) really approved of…before she christened me her “potty-mouthed” blog-child…heh!
Whoever was searching for “girl beating up guy”, please wait till we capture enough non-gruesome videos of me beating up on the poor husband ;) It will be posted in the “pay-per-view” section of the blog.
Rohan, if you are still googling yourself - I have bad news for you man…my post still comes up…
Also, no! It is not wrong to wear a bindi…unless of course…you are a multicultural nut…then, you are forbidden. Your penance is to go grocery-shopping in your bikini.
Oh, here is an awesome post I found in the referer list - “Forced to depend” - I might post a deconstruction of this ridiculously traumatizing poem (it sucked so bad and was so juvenile, I was traumatized reading it) tomorrow. Is it really worth my time talking about another H4 spouse who doesn’t have her shit together enough to not marry an asshole who apparently doesn’t treat her well? Let me think about it.
Yeah, yeah - I know I am late by a day, but here is something fun that will let you forgive me easy…
Enjoy!
I wonder if my husband was not really lying when he blames all those electronic gadgets that appear mysteriously at our door step from ebay every month on our little one….hmmmm….
Toddler buys pink convertible on eBay | Tech News on ZDNetJack Neal briefly became the proud owner of a pink convertible car after he managed to buy it for 9,000 pounds ($17,000) on the Internet despite being only 3 years old. Jack’s mother told the BBC that she had left her password for the eBay auction site in her computer, and her son used the “Buy It Now” option to complete the purchase.
So, the pre-vacation started off pretty ominously for us…the house-sitter-to-be arrives the night before the vacation day (last night), leaves to bring her mom over, supposed to be back in 20 minutes….2 hours later, she is still not home and won’t pick up her cell phone. All I was thinking was - Where will i find another housesitter now? Is she dead? Will her mom take up for her dead daughter’s obligation to housesit for me so I can leave on vacation? Dang! I even paid her…
My thoughts didn’t have to get too gruesome, since she finally showed up wih mother in tow and we set off on our merry way…that is, until we got to the airport. We get through the security check and I almost breathed a sigh of relief when the security lady went, “Noooooo…not yet!”. Well, apparently they found some seriously forbidden articles in the carry-on. I was pretty sure all the weed and “coke” were checked in, so I had no idea what they could have found. After 15 minutes of rifling through my bras, my husband’s undies and my son’s diapers, the security woman triumphantly holds up two tubes - Aveeno, baby lotion and Bordreaux’s Butt Paste (my son’s diaper rash cream) - both things I had stuffed into the carry-on after a bleary-eyed diaper change that had met with much resistance. I had to steel my resolve to pretend not to hear my husband’s 100th “Didn’t I tell you no liquids!” and retort, “lotions are NOT liquids!”.
The flight itself was pretty uneventful until of course, we got into the line for Disney’s Magical Express and unfortunately happened to stand in front of Mr. & Mrs. Completely Ignorant Racial Profilers, USA. if you ever read this lady, a word of advice - don’t ever obviously lean and whisper into your husband’s ear while scaredly looking at terrorist couples with Mickey Mouse-obsessed toddlers….that too not every time you see them…just saying.
So, will we overcome the racist couple’s fear of our son every time he screams, “MICKEY MOUSE!”? Will my son’s rash cream-starved tushie be saved in time? Will we ever get to the so-called fun part of so-called vacations before the resort completely and totally bankrupts us with $10 Coronas?
Stay tuned!
I know, I know - you are all saying, she just got back from a really extended blog vacation - how could she possibly be going on another one? The previous one was what you can call a “working” vacation since I was really overloaded with work and so could not blog much. Tomorrow though, me, my husband and my little one are leaving to go to Orlando to the Disneyworld on a 5-day vacation. I might post some pictures regularly out here and on Flickr, so it isn’t like I am simply going to disappear :)
Wish me all fun and joy, people!
What do we need men for again? :p
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Are you low on traffic? Do you need to feel really relevant on the blogospheric scene? Want to make a name for yourself and get on the pages of Desipundit? Here is a how-to!
1. Memories, memories and more memories - the more childish, er, child-like, the better. Throw in a few relatives and a few more childhood friends for extra impact.
2. Write about how Indian policies suck. If that doesn’t work, whine about how Western people always point out that Indian policies suck. For bonus points, say Western policies suck even more.
3. If you are a man, write about how women are nuts and if you are a woman, write about how men are idiots. If not, try to write about reconciling the two sexes.
4. Bash someone. Even better, make sure they are a group of logic Nazis!
5. Whine about how Indianness is not being understood by the West.
6. Whine about West trying to understand and celebrate Indianness.
7. Whine about Western people asking too many questions in an attempt to understand your Indianness.
(Put your name in huge, big letters all over your blog to make sure they atleast get that right when they do decide to feature you!)
update: Here is an example post that illustrates my points and really, really should get linked ;)
A cool new restaurant in Madison, specializing in small plates. A tiny coq au vin in a crepe. A little risotto. A cold (!) omelette. A trio of tiny soups. It’s very dark in here, and very stylish:Somehow, the first thing that popped into my head when I read this Ann Althouse post - especially the part about “very dark and very stylish” - was Esme Squalor from Lemony Snicket’s “The Ersatz Elevator”. Remember darkness was in when the Baudelaire orphans first visit her and her extremely “in” cafe, the Salmonella… :)
I have been thinking of writing about the Lemony Snicket for a while now, so thanks Ann, for giving me an opening.
Anyone read the “Penultimate Peril” yet? My sister gave me and Amazon gift certificate for my last birthday that I bought the 11-book set with and thus started my journey into the miserable world of the Baudelaire orphans. I found the series funny, full of pop culture references and very engaging, if not a little repetetive. The biggest problem as I see it now with these books as compared to my Harry Potter collection is the “rereadability”. Every time there is a new HP book released, I read all the previous books to freshen up my mind about what happened so far. I love going back and reading those books. When I got the “Penultimate Peril” though, I thought of going back and reading “The Grim Grotto”, which was the 11th book and just could not get myself to do so. I guess the author’s warnings about how miserable the books are, are a bit true.
Not one to lose an opportunity, we now have our line of “Don’t get stuck on stupid!” gear from Cafepress -
To encourage me to spend a little more time on my blog, I went ahead and ordered up a nice little makeover for the site. E-Webscapes did a great job of trying to read my mind and they gave me this great design. Let me know what you guys think - more serious blogging to follow :)
Harry Burns: You realize of course that we could never be friends.
Sally Albright: Why not?
Harry Burns: What I’m saying is - and this is not a come-on in any way, shape or form - is that men and women can’t be friends because the sex part always gets in the way.
That conversation probably started one of the most enduring cliches of our generation, that men and women cannot remain friends. It has been repeated ad nauseum in other movies and recently in Hum Tum to the point I feel like throwing up when I hear it. Personally, I don’t believe it. It has in fact been kind of the opposite for me - I sometimes have a crush on a cute guy, we get to talking and then we become good friends and the crush disappears. It has never happened to me (except with my husband, of course) where I started out friends with someone and then wanted to sleep with that person. To put it in a cliche, most of the time it was the friendship thing that got in the way of my crushes…What do you guys think?
Frank J takes on “blogs” and explains what you should know about them :)
IMAO: Know Thy Enemy: BlogsThere are these things called blogs out there run by salivating morons who work in lynch mobs to bring people down regardless of the facts. This seems like a dangerous new phenomenon, so I had my crack research staff find out all they could about blogs.Read all of it!
Who says we don’t listen to our commenters? Based on Al Mujahid’s suggestion, here is the place for you to post your favorite kinds of food and the restaurants where one can find it at. I think that would be great since it will give people ideas of new restaurants and foods to try - Comment away!
I will start -
Favorite food:
Thai food
Indian (South-Indian, Hyderabadi, especially).
Favorite restaurants -
Roy’s Hawaiian Cuisine (Plano) for the best Misoyaki Butter Fish ever (pricey place with $10 sakes)
Piman (Irving) for the best Thai food and shrimp wafers ever. Awesome Panang curry!
Pasand (Irving & Richardson) - for the best gulabjamun in Dallas!
Al-Markaz (Lewisville(?)) - Pakistani restaurant that makes really good lamb and chicken biriyanis. Very good Kadahi chicken!
I know The Velevet Hookah had been open for a while but my husband and I finally got some free time this Saturday, so we went there for dinner. A few of our friends had recommended this, so I was really pumped to go check it out. It was not too far from where we lived, so that meant we could get a little tipsy and still drive home safely. Anyways, here it goes -
Neighborhood - We thought we were lost by the time we came upon this place, it was located so out there. Nothing of interest around here - cannot walk or sit outside - we found out why once we went inside.
Ambience - The thing is, this place was more of a bar/nightclub minus the dance floor than a real restaurant. I know it was stupid of us to just rely on our friends’ word and not check it out in the Digital City guide. You need an ID to get in, so be sure to carry your wallets and purses with you - all of you. It was pretty dark inside and there was some good music with fast beats playing. They strung up a bunch of chiffon (I think) sarees all over the place to create a Middle-Eastern kind of look.
There are tables only in the bar area. The rest of the place has a a carpet you will be sitting on and a bunch of pillows that you can lean on. It can be quite uncomfortable, especially if you have on tight jeans like my husband did (heh!). It does feel quite cozy though I hated being almost shoulder-shoulder with the people sitting next to us. There just wasn’t enough room or private space.
Food and Drink - I was so hungry by the time we had showed up at the bar that I wanted to dig into something good right away. Unfortunately they served only appetizers, that too a limited variety. We ordered the chicken satay - three skewers with three chicken pieces on each, served with three apple slices, a few grapes, and soy sauce and spicy peanut sauce on the side - and some roasted red-pepper hummus. The food was good, but barely enough for the two of us.
I ordered the M3 which was really good and that was the only drink I had for the evening.
The Hookah - We ordered the menthol hookah, but I suspect they gave us a vanilla one initially by mistake. It was pretty mild and tasted kinda like the Vanilla Mints you get at the Starbucks. There was barely any smoke in it and I failed to see the fun of it. They replaced our hookah with a eral menthol one later and this was pretty strong. I liked menthol in my throat but the minute the smoke hit the back of my throat I was coughin so hard my husband was embarrassed to be seen with me. I guess there ended that experiment.
Overall, it was a pretty fun and different experience and I think we will definitely be going back. The bill was about $80 for 4 M3s, 4 Amstel Lights, 2 Chicken Satay and 1 roasted red pepper hummus, so it wasn’t that pricey. Check it out - you might like it.
Update: I forgot to mention there was belly dancing. They also charged us extra by $35 on our credit card and my husband is taking care of it right now - be careful!