Monthly Archive for May, 2007

the debate

there is a debate in our relationship that is every bit as fevered and contentious as any tv political debate.

The Banana Sandwich.

On the basics, we agree.  The bread should be toasted.  The banana should be cut in half, and then each half cut lengthwise, and arranged in a single layer on the toast.

It is the condiment on the sandwich that it hotly debated.

I grew up with only a light layer of margarine on both pieces of toast to make the perfect banana sandwich.  Recently, I’ve added some light cream cheese to one piece of toast to add some sweet creaminess.

Kev is disgusted with my margarine/cream cheese banana sandwich lifestyle. HE grew up with…I am not making this up…MAYONNAISE on his banana sandwich.

EWYUCK!!!

Both Kev and his mother INSIST that this is the only proper way to make a banana sandwich, and I am a FREQUENT TARGET of ridicule by Kev for shunning the mayo nanner lifestyle.  SO I do what I ALWAYS do in this situation: I throw it out to blogland.  Do you make banana sandwiches?  What do you put on them?  Are you as horrified at the idea of a mayo/nanner combination as I am?

greek love

yesterday, Kev and I went to see “300,” which had finally arrived in the cheapie $1 theater. I can’t remember what kind of reviews it got, but we both came away very satisfied with the movie. Kev with the massive bloody battles and gratuitous boobie shots, and me with the constant display of bulging well oiled greek muscles. Mmmmm…

I marveled, though, at what must have been a serious expensive for the production of the move. The amount of iced needed to keep every woman in the movie’s nipples at PEAK PERFORMANCE, so to speak. Good lord. Spartan women could have waged battle with their impressive protuberances alone.

The big moment of hilarity came when King Leonidas (played by a guy who looked like george clooney, only incredibly ripped and younger looking) met Xerxes for the first time. Xerxes, dripping in gold chains and piercings like some kind of goth drag queen, approaches Leonidas from behind and puts his hand on his shoulder.

“There is only one thing I desire from you”

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And I leaned over to Kev and whispered “buttsecks?”

BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

pardon moi’?

on the top 10 list of things you never want to hear from you gynocologist

“OK, go ahead and scoooooch forward for me…a little more…OK then…”

*cranks down step platform so she can get a good look at my kitty.* screeeeeeeech

“huh. I think we need some WD-40 down here.”

“…exCUSE me????”

“what? oh, no, the chair…what? ohhhh…HAHAHAHAHAAA! No! you don’t need…the CHAIR needs it!”

“I was about to say…my HUSBAND’S never complained! HAAAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Wii-ful

So yesterday I decided to go ahead and start harassing best buys around atlanta about their Wii stock status. I called the one closest, and of course, they had none in stock. Our best buy kind of sucks. Anyway, I called the one in ghetto Buckhead, and they were MUCH more helpful. They didn’t have any in stock, but the helpful lady said that the one on Moreland Avenue had TWELVE IN STOCK as of that morning. Holy shit! Moreland? There’s one in that new shopping complex? Yes, that’s the one. Sweet. I went back to the best buy website and looked for any located on Moreland.

None.

What?

There was no option to view all best buy stores in atlanta on a map. AHEM, BEST BUY WEBSITE PERSON! THIS WOULD BE USEFUL! Google maps saved me, I found the one I was looking for (insert rant about how this store really could have a Moreland Ave address, while the ghetto-buckhead one had a Piedmont road address, but really wasn’t anywhere on or near Piedmont Rd), and called the number.

Yes, they have Wii in stock. ONE. ONE Wii. And no, they can’t LEGALLY hold it for me.

legally? Are the police cracking down on stores holding items for desperate customers?

I’m not sure how many speed limits I broke getting there. But I arrived 25 minutes later. Unshowered, disheveled, and hair sticking out in many directions, but not in a cool way. I scanned the aisles. No Wii.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Depressed, I found an employee to ask if the final Wii had sold.

“Did we have one left? Let me check.” and he wandered over to customer service. Where…I could see…

a WII! Why was it at customer service? Did someone already claim it?

“Yeah, we have this one left. Do you…want it?”

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!

“Okaaaaay…do you need to buy any additional controllers or games for it?”

Yes, but…Wii?

“We’ll just keep it back here for you”

You’ll…keep it there? For me? You’ll…protect it? For me?

“Yep. I gave them your name. Just go ahead and find what else you need”

And that’s when I gave Paul, the helpful Moreland Ave Best Buy employee a big hug. Which made the rest of the customer service people laugh…nervously.

So I got the Wii. And the extra controller that comes bundled with another sports game package. And I left the store with the bag clutched close to my chest. And I would like to apologize to the “help the lost children” fundraising people outside the store for not staying to hear more information on how I can protect children, or for giving a donation, but I was SO SURE that shifty looking guy holding the t-shirt was TRYING TO TAKE MY PRESSSSSSSCIOUSSSSSSS!!!

And let me tell you…the Wii is awesome. And so easy to set up. And use. I created little “Mii’s” for both me and Kev. I played bowling. And tennis. I kind of suck at the tennis, but that’s OK. And Kev got home and we played a target shooting game. And it was just awesomeness on top of awesomeness. I can’t wait until my mom gets here, because she is going to LOVE the Wii. And then she’ll go back home and get a Wii for her and my dad and then we can ALL PLAY Wii TOGETHER!!! AND SEND MESSAGES AND PICTURES BACK AND FORTH! Like email only BETTER.

Funny aside: in the directions book for the Wii, it tells you how you can exchange messages and photos with your friends and family. With helpful pictures and diagrams to demonstrate. And in EVERY picture, it shows how you can send pictures to “grandma.” And receive messages from “grandma.” And the thought of my grandmother, who gets flustered talking on my mom’s cell phone (oops, did I press a button? well, i know this long distance is costing you money…), playing Wii and using it to send pictures (digital??? yeah RIGHT) and messages just make me laaaaaaaugh and laaaaaaaugh!

Anyway…

I’m going to play some Wii.

cleaning to do? what? pft.

lolsadie

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Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!