Seeing that I had a drafted post from LAST month about Social Media Saturday (which just happened again yesterday) — totally unacceptable — I’m using it for today’s Sunday post.
Ahhh, my first adventure in Robinson. I missed the (376) Parkway entrance three times. THREE FREAKING TIMES. Each time I’d see the sign, I would miss the turn or the lane… so freaking frustrating. I think driving and directions and traffic are the one time AB & I are guaranteed a squabble.
IKEA best be worth it.
Each first weekend of the month, they celebrate “Social Media Saturday, encouraging customers to “check-in” on their platform of choice to receive a discount or coupon… and definite afternoon of shopping fun. This was my first EVER trip to the store. I know. I can almost not believe that too.
We received $10 apiece in IKEA dollars and participated in a fun store-wide scavenger photo hunt (AB did it) for a chance at a $25 gift card. Ooh, also, I got a free picture frame for playing. And we barely spent $50 (even if I oooh’d and ahhhh’d at everything). In expected IKEA confusing fashion, we purchased a build-it-your-own-damn-self lamp (that had no lightbulbs) and purse hooks (that had no screws or nails). *sigh*
And I finally had those damn meatballs that I drooled over in the catalogs for the last decade. NOM.
If you need me, I’ll be on assignment for Craft Pittsburgh. On my bike. In 32-degree weather. Hoping for snow!
Working with strategic marketing and Web design firm, Insivia, I created web copy for label maker (and newly branded), Orbytel. And… the site is launched!
Putting a Label on Interactive Design – from Insivia’s blog
With my inability to cook (aside from my awesome lasagna last night — you’re WELCOME), you think I wouldn’t complain so much when someone else is doing it for me. But I have problems — some would call phobias — about certain foods in public.
But then, last weekend I had a CRAB ROLL IN MY MOUTH by accident. I cannot fault myself, as I am a newfound sushi lover, having eaten regular fish for the first time this past year after over a decade abstaining. Just as I was chewing away at its delightful texture and rawness, AB told me to spit it out.
“You have my crab sushi.”
Thank you, sushi restaurant for combining orders on multiple incorrect plates. When AB told the waiter, he switched out the proper combination of food orders (back in the kitchen).
But he never did bring me a new napkin (or take away my old one… ew).
Thankfully, no bathroom stalls or walls or floors were harmed by projectile vomit or a nervous breakdown as a result with this incident. I’m sure it helped that I was already drunk.
I can’t so much as label this a food PHOBIA, being that it’s an actual ALLERGY (thankfully, not deadly… but doubly thankful that my friend had an EPI-pen on her), but there are certain food items I will stay away from.
JUST IN CASE.
And mostly as my past experiences dictate.
For instance, meat in Mexican restaurants. Caused likely from too many episodes of Kitchen Nightmares, I do not order chicken, beef, fish (and of course, seafood) at any eatery that serves a glob of refried beans and rice on my plate. I opt for yummy, incredibly delicious cheese (and sometimes onions, if not mixed with green peppers) enchiladas. And extra sour cream because I’m dangerous.
To save face, err stomach, if it’s ANYTHING at Yo Rita, I’m eating it. I would seriously even consider the potential shellfish allergy effects. DAMMIT those are some good tacos.
So, when I joined Downtown Pittsburgh Lunch Club this past week, what did I get? Enchiladas with chicken. *puke* Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait long for a correct replacement (as I was already starving from the rationing of chips that day).
Speaking of chickens (and their deliciousness outside of a wrapped corn tortilla), I completely lose my appetite if I have to saw/cut/dismember any piece of one with bones. If the chicken is in a scrumptious wing or drumstick shape, breaded and slathered with the best BBQ or buffalo sauce, then I am fine. But I cannot see it in its natural form. Excavating an entire chicken nearly caused me to turn vegetarian.
I also fear buffets. And potlucks. Especially from homes with multiple cats and coworkers with body odor and messy desks.
And I cannot stand the smell of popcorn in public spaces. It smells like vomit. And then you’re stuck in the small theater in the middle row and EVERYONE around you decides that the LARGEST POPCORN for sale is awesome and then you can’t move because then you can’t see the screen because you forget your glasses. Again. NOMNOMNOM — MORE BUTTER!
Excuse me… I have to throw up.
What are your food phobias?
I get a lot of spam on this blog. While Akismet sends most of those canned responses to the spam filter, it also sends ACTUAL, REAL comments there, so I have to approve, spam or delete everything in both folders (the plug-in, it only assumes so well). It’s so time consuming, but hilarious reading fun at times. While, I’m used to the typical porn/medication/celebrity sort of spamminess, recently I started receiving compliments from my spammer friends. I was even tempted to approve a few, if not for the duplication of shit I know I would receive:
This post is so amazing, I almost spontaneously conceived a child just from reading it. Just incredible.
That would be from a funeral home. For serious!
I love the blog. Great post. It is very true, people must learn how to learn before they can learn. lol i know it sounds funny but its very true. . .
This gets a capitalized WHAT THE FRICK?! From the movie cast of Showgirls, nonetheless. Heh.
But now the shit’s getting dirty. I’m getting spam comments that are ripping on me, my blog and my writing:
Uhh are you making this up? This post is some f-ed up sh*t kid. Ive met braindead chimpanzees who were smarter than you.
Nowhere within your rambling, incoherent post was there any sign of intelligence. I provide you with no points and might God have mercy in your soul.
Well then… Internet Spammer: 1 – Mel: 0
Have any spam to share with the rest of the class?