What is it with Wednesdays?

Okay seriously. I was helping another patron at work and okay, I've had this discussion before with "the others," that global warming does in fact exist, although "the others" believe that the weather we experience are just anomalies, but okay, to each his own. But really this guy had to say that Al Gore had air between his ears and our current "fish face" didn't help. I don't make these things up. Could someone let me know if there is a sign flashing on my forehead telling "All conservatives, please, let me have it, give me your most ignorant opinion on the currect administration." Thankfully my forehead isn't that big.

Why did the chicken go to Target?

To make his friends and wife pee their pants of course!

I just needed to share this picture of our good friend John. We never not (for the double negative that means always) have a great time with Jane and John when we go out every month. This month we hit up Burrito Jalisco on 159th and 92nd Avenue. We pull up to see a couple of police cars and an officer talking to a woman with blonde hair. We got a little nervous at first because Jane has blonde hair. At a closer look we saw this woman's hair was very stringy and she was loaded. Neither of those things would fit Jane's description. We found out this lady stumbled into Jalisco's drunk and disorderly and the manager called the police, who got her a cab. The cab came 20 minutes later and drove by the restaurant and the manager booked it after the cab to flag him down. By this time Jane and I had about 1/2 our margaritas gone and the woman was talking to random strangers picking up their take out. WE couldn't stop laughing.

After a yummy Mexican meal we headed to Target. (What else do a group of 30 somethings do after dinner right?) Well of course we had to play with the toys, push every button on the speaker systems and look at all the Halloween candy. That is when we strolled down the costume aisle. John is a tall guy, over 6 feet, and there was this chicken costume calling his name. After a little peer pressure John tried it on and I just had to snap a picture. Although a little short in the crotch, I'd say he makes a great chicken, don't you? Well the best part takes place behind the scenes when we asked him to pose like a chicken he put his hands on his hips and said, "Oink, oink." I give the guy slack because he worked all day that day and we were all pretty pooped. After our purchase and promises of me posting on my blog, we parted ways, only to look forward to our next time out! Lonestar right guys? Or was it Longhorn? Whatever, we're eating beef. Can't wait! Love you both.

Sometimes helpful hints explode, literally

So I'm trying to clean my microwave from the bacon (insert Homer drooling bacon noise here) that dribbled the other day I cooked for my birthday BLTs, (but in my case since there are no grains allowed in my world right now, it was a whole lot of L and T and I added some tky). I always read the suggestions given in magazines for cleaning more naturally: good-bye bleach, hello oxi-clean; see you later multiple spray bottles now I buy vinegar at Costco for $3 and a 5 lb bag of baking soda. This time I remember seeing something though about adding a little dish soap (7th Generation of course), to water and nuking it so that the particles loosen (bacon grease is a stubborn mule). I just couldn't quite remember how long to microwave it for. So my thinking is, well when I make tea in there I usually put it on a select water button so that should work, you know hot but not scalding. Yeah well about 45 seconds into 1 minute and 45 seconds I thought the po-po were banging down my door. KABLAMM!!! HOLY CRAP, exactly. I opened the microwave door, my little dish came flying out and the watery bubbles were handing from the ceiling on the microwave and on the inside door. Well on second thought maybe that's what was supposed to happen. It did leave the interior of my microwave clean, (but my heart is still racing).

Midway Airport - Southwest Arlines Curbside Check-in - Monday October 6th - SPOTTED

Okay so you are probably wondering why I am posting a picture of an older lady digging

something out of her purse. Look behind her, closer, even closer. Do you see him? Yep, that's right, Ozzie Guillen, White Sox GM checking in to the airport to go on a much needed vacay after a disappointing season. It's alright Ozzie, there's always next year! (Now I'm starting to sound like the other team's fan). Have a great time!

By the way that's my grandma in the photo and my dad shook his hand not a minute later. I was getting flagged by airport security to move along so this is the best I could do with my pathetic camera phone!

There really are people like this in the world?

So I'm working tonight and a woman is asking for assistance for a book recommended by Bill O'Reilly. Okay first of all, ick but can't discriminate!
Anywho, she goes into a deposition about our current presidents disregard for the American people as well as her annoyance with his opt for a second term in office (does she know he just got innagurated this year?) She said to my co-worker, "Hmm, looks like you don't share in my point of view." My response from the peanut gallery was, "Maybe we shouldn't talk politics at the desk." Okay ready for it, why am I so jazzed?
She said, "In this day and age, where's the KKK when you need it?"
I could barf. So if this woman has children and grandchildren, let us believe that intolerance and ignorance (and studpidity) is not a hereditary trait.