Saturday, April 12, 2003


Marcus took me to IHOP this morning for stuffed french freedom toast. Yummay!!!

Monday, February 17, 2003


Marcus and I just got back from Red Lobster. Yummmmmm.

Friday, July 12, 2002

Dinner Service Sucked Ass

Well, Marcus and I decided to eat at the Flying J because it is close to the airport/I-70/home. We had the crappiest waitress. First the sign said seat yourself, so we did. A waitress never comes. Finally, Marcus went to the drink station to ask another waitress if we would get menus and some service. She brought over some menus and said that so-and-so would be with us shortly. When she finally strolls over, all she wants to take is our drink order. Marcus told her we were ready to actually order food and she seemed annoyed. So, the salad bar came with what we ordered, but she didn't bother to tell us to help ourselves. Then we had no silverware. Marcus tracked down yet another waitress for that. She asked Marcus where he was sitting and when he pointed to our table, she gave a "that figures" type of look with her eyes as if she already had a pretty good idea who our waitress was. Our waitress finally appeared with the milkshake Marcus ordered -- no straw. Our food finally came -- no steak knives to cut the steak. The waitress disappears again, so Marcus stops the first waitress again to get a knife. When our waitress finally strolls over with the check, she asks Marcus if he wanted a glass of water to go with the milkshake he had with dinner. He said sure, but he also wanted some take-home boxes for our food. She disappears yet again. Marcus flagged down another waitress to get us some boxes. After we've got our food boxed up, here comes our waitress with a box. How much you want to bet she was bitching about not getting a tip?

Thursday, July 04, 2002


Current mood: Full Bear full
Marcus and I fixed ourselves a nice July 4th BBQ dinner: steaks, shrimp, corn, watermelon for later. Mmmmm. I love cooking outside. The best part -- our neighbors actually stayed away most of the day. Yay!

Marcus is leaving sometime tomorrow or early Saturday for Dallas. He's going to be there for a week doing some kind of IT setup at the warehouse. I'm going to be alone for a whole week. :(

Friday, May 31, 2002


Dad took me to a place for lunch today that I've been wanting to try forever called Sam Taylor's BarBQ in Glendale. I always hear the ads for this place on 850 KOA and Marcus hates BBQ, so he wouldn't go with me. It was soooooo good! They bring you bibs and there is a whole pile of napkins on the table. I swear I don't know how anybody can be a vegetarian when meat can taste that delicious.

The puffiness in my lip went down enough that my mouth could close, but now it's all bruised and yucky. It looks like I'm wearing a really dark purple lipstick on my top lip. Ick! I also have a bad habit of licking my lips and, boy, does that hurt!

Traci sent me a picture of her new bike last night. Man, I want one so bad. Someday....

Saturday, May 25, 2002

A Nice Dinner

Current mood: Full Bear full
Marcus took me to dinner tonight at Country Market, the restaurant at the Flying J truck stop in Aurora (32nd & Airport Blvd). We had the steak and shrimp dinner. It came with an all-you-can-eat salad bar and a loaded baked potato. Man, it was sooooooo good. I've been trying to get him to go there with me for such a long time. They advertise the restaurant specials on the gas pump placards and, since I gas up there about 3 times a week, I'm always being tempted. It turns out that he's been putting me off about going there because he ate there once for lunch when he worked at the auto auction and had a terrible experience. Dad told me they have a pretty good breakfast buffet. I'll have to try that someday, too, I guess.

Thursday, May 23, 2002

Vanilla Coke

The General Store here in Byers started carrying the new Vanilla Coke flavor and was having a special on them. I picked one up to give it a try. I must say, I'm not too impressed. It's definitely an imitation vanilla flavor. Fortunately, it's not a flavor I'll become addicted to.