When cutting Wes's hair....
Wear something you never want to wear again.
Chances of having hair all over your face/clothes/ body/ the whole entire house after cutting: 150%.
Chances that Dad's hair plus little brother's hair don't even add up to the amount of hair that comes off that kids head: 200%
Chances that my poor mom's new clippers ( he's burned out two already...) will make it to the end of this year: .000001%
That's all. :)
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Dinner at the Mayan ( aka my attempt to be a critic)
These last couple of days I think I've been trying to make up for the fact I didn't post on my blog for about three months. I was having extreme writers block and now suddenly every time I turn around, I say " I should blog about this!!!" Thus we come to my next entry.
I love food. I love eating food. I love looking at food. I love making food. My goal in life is to become an extremely fat, old lady with blue hair who just sits around on her leather recliner and eats all day. ( Okay, you caught me, that's not really my goal, but I really do love food!!!) Anyways, with that small fact established, you will understand why I love going out to eat. I have no money but somehow I end up going out to eat a ton. This week I've gone out thrice. Once to Olive Garden. Once to the food place at the Jazz Game ( the name escapes me) and once last night. To the Mayan. Before I go on to tell you how that dinner was, I should also explain that because I love food, when I go out to eat, I always come back happy with the service and food and any other thing that you could possibly judge a restaurant on. I have never felt like my dinner experience was unsatisfactory. Ever! Well that is until last night.
Here is some background on my relationship with the Mayan: me and the Mayan used to be great buds. Every year for my birthday I would be able to go with my family to the Mayan. The food seemed okay to me, and I got free deserts. I went every year. They changed their menu, their shows, their food, and I still kept going. That was until last year. I went to the Mayan for my birthday. They didn't sing to me because they had a strict policy of no singing to customers on their birthday. ( No I'm not kidding. They told me that.) Of course I could buy my birthday cake for 8.00, but they still wouldn't sing. I had extremely unappetizing food, and it was super expensive. Needless to say, I didn't go back for my birthday this year.
Then last night Wes came over to my house and said " Hey, do you want to go to the Mayan for dinner?"
I thought it would be a fun way to start the weekend so I agreed wholeheartedly. I told him as we were driving there that you go there for the atmosphere and to not expect the food to be amazing. This is how we start my food adventure.
We walked into the door of the Mayan and told them that we wanted a table for two, name Wes Hoover. Literally one minute later, our name was called. We followed our hostess into the " South Passageway" down to the front of the restaurant. We passed about 50 empty tables with great views of the waterfall. She led us down the the very first row of tables next to the waterfall and I started to get pretty excited. There were some empty tables on the side where we would have a great view of the show. But we were lead right past these tables into a small passaway into the side of the restaurant. We were sat down and now, instead of seeing the "jungle atmosphere" or the waterfall, all I could see was a little hole into the actual restaurant, and an amazing view of the kitchen! There were about 7 tables all squeezed into this small cavern in the wall while there were 50 tables outside with nobody sitting at them. Needless to say, I was annoyed. Especially since I had a great view of an elevator, a bunch of highchairs and other unatmospheric items on the wall opposite of me. Our waitress came, introduced herself to us and asked us for drinks. We both ordered waters, and began looking at our menus.
If you're a poor high school student who doesn't have much money and wants a heart attack go look at the Mayan's menu prices. No really. Go do it. http://www.themayan.com/pdf/mayanMenu.pdf
There you go. Now lets look at this carefully. For dinner, we have 19 food items to choose from. The least expensive of these... wait for it... is $9.95. Lets compare this with another great Mexican restaurant: Cafe Rio. It has 30 food items to choose from. The lowest price here, is $3.50 for one taco. Now lets talk about the kids menu. At Cafe Rio you can have a .95 kids quesadilla. You could even get your child a couple of sides like quacamole (.95 at Rio, 2.95 at the Mayan), sour cream ( .50 cents at Rio, $1.25 at the Mayan) and beans (.95 cents at Rio, and at the Mayan... $2.95) okay. So you've ordered that for your child at Rio. It would add up to $3.35. At the Mayan, for one tortilla filled with jack cheese... it's $7.95. Wait. WHAT? Some kid is going to eat on tortilla filled with jack cheese, that's it, for 7.95?! That's as much as an adult meal at Rio. Heavens that's as much as an adult meal at the OLIVE GARDEN for goodness sakes! If you add the same sides that you ordered at Cafe Rio, at the Mayan you would have to pay $15.10. Now I could go on and on and on about the cost but I'm not going to. If you want to look up the Cafe Rio menu http://caferio.takeouttech.com/orders/menu.aspx and compare. I have to keep talking about my night.
So I decide to order the chicken enchilada. ($12.95 if you wanted to know. Oh wait I'm not supposed to talk about prices anymore. Sorry.) and Wes decided to get the Chile Lime Verde. ( Cough cough $12.95 as well. Sorry.)
Our waitress took our orders, gave us some salsa and chips and walked away. At this point I was frusturated but luckily Wes decided to make a joke of the night and I went along with him. He decided to come sit by me and as he got up to move to my side of the table I looked at the chair next to him. I got to see this. ( Picture Coming Soon) That's salsa my friends. Or some other food sauce. Smeared, yes SMEARED, all over the chair. Now this is something I would forgive normally but... really? With the place we were sitting I expected everything I was sitting on to be made of gold and silver to make up for the lack of atmosphere I was experiencing in the little cave our table was in. I shouldn't have assumed as much since it probably was a reject table where we just happened to have to sit because we... were teenagers? I don't know. Anyways. We were getting pretty tired of this so when Wes asked for some more water, he also asked if we could move tables. We were told politely that we would have to start all over again, go out in the lobby and wait for a table. Of course, we agreed that it would be silly to start over again so we just sat and waited. Our waitress didn't seem too happy we had asked that question, so we decided not to push it. She seemed like she wanted us out of there ( something that I've noticed many times before at the Mayan)
As we ate our chips and salsa ( and for being free they were really really tasty) we talked and waited for our food. Finally it was brought out to us in huge plates. Of course, my thought was " Oh no wonder it was so expensive, look how much food it is!" Then we started eating. After I put my fork in my food what ran through my mind was " Just kidding. Not as much food as I had first thought" The huge plate was indented about .2 of an inch. The food was spread out to look like a lot, but was really not much. I only had two enchiladas a small bit of Mexican rice and some refried beans. The food was very unappetizing, and tasted bland. The chicken was dry, my beans were extremely salty ( poor waitress who kept bringing me water) but the mexican rice was great. Wes liked his but said it didn't have much flavor. Then he found a piece of fat. Then he found another piece of fat. And a couple more. YUM! Fat. Just what everybody wants to eat. As we finished eating I was relatively happy, but I think my food could have been a lot better. We were brought our boxes for our food and as Wes was putting his food in the box he found a hair. Yummy! Hair! My favorite!
Now this is the part I'm not proud of, but It was the ultimate test. I wanted to know if they still wouldn't sing to you on your birthday. So I pretended it was my birthday. Guess what? They sang. I guess they made up for last year when I didn't get sung to, but it was only my waitress and one other girl who sang to me, and I didn't get to do anything fun or exciting like the birthday's had been before. After they had sung I wished we hadn't had her do so, because she started pressuring us into eating dessert. After declining we paid our check,
we explored, watched one show and left.
So what do you think?
Should I go back?
Should I send this to them?
I think I will... but I'm not sure yet.
Oh and please don't think I'm one of those people who finds fault in everything, I'm really not. I don't complain when I'm at the restaurant, and never before complianed after. This just needed to be blogged about. :)
I love food. I love eating food. I love looking at food. I love making food. My goal in life is to become an extremely fat, old lady with blue hair who just sits around on her leather recliner and eats all day. ( Okay, you caught me, that's not really my goal, but I really do love food!!!) Anyways, with that small fact established, you will understand why I love going out to eat. I have no money but somehow I end up going out to eat a ton. This week I've gone out thrice. Once to Olive Garden. Once to the food place at the Jazz Game ( the name escapes me) and once last night. To the Mayan. Before I go on to tell you how that dinner was, I should also explain that because I love food, when I go out to eat, I always come back happy with the service and food and any other thing that you could possibly judge a restaurant on. I have never felt like my dinner experience was unsatisfactory. Ever! Well that is until last night.
Here is some background on my relationship with the Mayan: me and the Mayan used to be great buds. Every year for my birthday I would be able to go with my family to the Mayan. The food seemed okay to me, and I got free deserts. I went every year. They changed their menu, their shows, their food, and I still kept going. That was until last year. I went to the Mayan for my birthday. They didn't sing to me because they had a strict policy of no singing to customers on their birthday. ( No I'm not kidding. They told me that.) Of course I could buy my birthday cake for 8.00, but they still wouldn't sing. I had extremely unappetizing food, and it was super expensive. Needless to say, I didn't go back for my birthday this year.
Then last night Wes came over to my house and said " Hey, do you want to go to the Mayan for dinner?"
I thought it would be a fun way to start the weekend so I agreed wholeheartedly. I told him as we were driving there that you go there for the atmosphere and to not expect the food to be amazing. This is how we start my food adventure.
We walked into the door of the Mayan and told them that we wanted a table for two, name Wes Hoover. Literally one minute later, our name was called. We followed our hostess into the " South Passageway" down to the front of the restaurant. We passed about 50 empty tables with great views of the waterfall. She led us down the the very first row of tables next to the waterfall and I started to get pretty excited. There were some empty tables on the side where we would have a great view of the show. But we were lead right past these tables into a small passaway into the side of the restaurant. We were sat down and now, instead of seeing the "jungle atmosphere" or the waterfall, all I could see was a little hole into the actual restaurant, and an amazing view of the kitchen! There were about 7 tables all squeezed into this small cavern in the wall while there were 50 tables outside with nobody sitting at them. Needless to say, I was annoyed. Especially since I had a great view of an elevator, a bunch of highchairs and other unatmospheric items on the wall opposite of me. Our waitress came, introduced herself to us and asked us for drinks. We both ordered waters, and began looking at our menus.
If you're a poor high school student who doesn't have much money and wants a heart attack go look at the Mayan's menu prices. No really. Go do it. http://www.themayan.com/pdf/mayanMenu.pdf
There you go. Now lets look at this carefully. For dinner, we have 19 food items to choose from. The least expensive of these... wait for it... is $9.95. Lets compare this with another great Mexican restaurant: Cafe Rio. It has 30 food items to choose from. The lowest price here, is $3.50 for one taco. Now lets talk about the kids menu. At Cafe Rio you can have a .95 kids quesadilla. You could even get your child a couple of sides like quacamole (.95 at Rio, 2.95 at the Mayan), sour cream ( .50 cents at Rio, $1.25 at the Mayan) and beans (.95 cents at Rio, and at the Mayan... $2.95) okay. So you've ordered that for your child at Rio. It would add up to $3.35. At the Mayan, for one tortilla filled with jack cheese... it's $7.95. Wait. WHAT? Some kid is going to eat on tortilla filled with jack cheese, that's it, for 7.95?! That's as much as an adult meal at Rio. Heavens that's as much as an adult meal at the OLIVE GARDEN for goodness sakes! If you add the same sides that you ordered at Cafe Rio, at the Mayan you would have to pay $15.10. Now I could go on and on and on about the cost but I'm not going to. If you want to look up the Cafe Rio menu http://caferio.takeouttech.com/orders/menu.aspx and compare. I have to keep talking about my night.
So I decide to order the chicken enchilada. ($12.95 if you wanted to know. Oh wait I'm not supposed to talk about prices anymore. Sorry.) and Wes decided to get the Chile Lime Verde. ( Cough cough $12.95 as well. Sorry.)
Our waitress took our orders, gave us some salsa and chips and walked away. At this point I was frusturated but luckily Wes decided to make a joke of the night and I went along with him. He decided to come sit by me and as he got up to move to my side of the table I looked at the chair next to him. I got to see this. ( Picture Coming Soon) That's salsa my friends. Or some other food sauce. Smeared, yes SMEARED, all over the chair. Now this is something I would forgive normally but... really? With the place we were sitting I expected everything I was sitting on to be made of gold and silver to make up for the lack of atmosphere I was experiencing in the little cave our table was in. I shouldn't have assumed as much since it probably was a reject table where we just happened to have to sit because we... were teenagers? I don't know. Anyways. We were getting pretty tired of this so when Wes asked for some more water, he also asked if we could move tables. We were told politely that we would have to start all over again, go out in the lobby and wait for a table. Of course, we agreed that it would be silly to start over again so we just sat and waited. Our waitress didn't seem too happy we had asked that question, so we decided not to push it. She seemed like she wanted us out of there ( something that I've noticed many times before at the Mayan)
As we ate our chips and salsa ( and for being free they were really really tasty) we talked and waited for our food. Finally it was brought out to us in huge plates. Of course, my thought was " Oh no wonder it was so expensive, look how much food it is!" Then we started eating. After I put my fork in my food what ran through my mind was " Just kidding. Not as much food as I had first thought" The huge plate was indented about .2 of an inch. The food was spread out to look like a lot, but was really not much. I only had two enchiladas a small bit of Mexican rice and some refried beans. The food was very unappetizing, and tasted bland. The chicken was dry, my beans were extremely salty ( poor waitress who kept bringing me water) but the mexican rice was great. Wes liked his but said it didn't have much flavor. Then he found a piece of fat. Then he found another piece of fat. And a couple more. YUM! Fat. Just what everybody wants to eat. As we finished eating I was relatively happy, but I think my food could have been a lot better. We were brought our boxes for our food and as Wes was putting his food in the box he found a hair. Yummy! Hair! My favorite!
Now this is the part I'm not proud of, but It was the ultimate test. I wanted to know if they still wouldn't sing to you on your birthday. So I pretended it was my birthday. Guess what? They sang. I guess they made up for last year when I didn't get sung to, but it was only my waitress and one other girl who sang to me, and I didn't get to do anything fun or exciting like the birthday's had been before. After they had sung I wished we hadn't had her do so, because she started pressuring us into eating dessert. After declining we paid our check,
we explored, watched one show and left.
So what do you think?
Should I go back?
Should I send this to them?
I think I will... but I'm not sure yet.
Oh and please don't think I'm one of those people who finds fault in everything, I'm really not. I don't complain when I'm at the restaurant, and never before complianed after. This just needed to be blogged about. :)
Friday, January 8, 2010
I have no title for this one... :)
I don't know if some of you know this, but sometimes I have quite the temper. Just ask my mom. Or my dad. Or my siblings.
It never really shows at school, because usually I don't get very upset with people. I usually get more temperamental when it comes to situations.
Now that you know something new and interesting about me I have this little quote to give you...
" It's okay to be mad, it's not okay to be mean!"
This quote seems perfect for me right now. It also seems perfect for a lot of other people too, but I'm not going to judge so... let's you and I forget i ever said that. :)
I think that in any type of relationship, whether it be in a family or friends or romantic, you can be be upset with someone. Everybody has the right to be upset. My dear mom ( who I love very much for always supporting me in anything I need help with) was discussing this with me yesterday. What she was explaining to me is all pretty much summed up in this quote. I realized that even though I may be upset about a situation, I can't change it. I shouldn't take it out on other people if i'm mad.
Good insight from my mom.
Oh and if you are worried about my temper now, don't be. If you haven't seen it, you won't. And it's not that bad... ;)
It never really shows at school, because usually I don't get very upset with people. I usually get more temperamental when it comes to situations.
Now that you know something new and interesting about me I have this little quote to give you...
" It's okay to be mad, it's not okay to be mean!"
This quote seems perfect for me right now. It also seems perfect for a lot of other people too, but I'm not going to judge so... let's you and I forget i ever said that. :)
I think that in any type of relationship, whether it be in a family or friends or romantic, you can be be upset with someone. Everybody has the right to be upset. My dear mom ( who I love very much for always supporting me in anything I need help with) was discussing this with me yesterday. What she was explaining to me is all pretty much summed up in this quote. I realized that even though I may be upset about a situation, I can't change it. I shouldn't take it out on other people if i'm mad.
Good insight from my mom.
Oh and if you are worried about my temper now, don't be. If you haven't seen it, you won't. And it's not that bad... ;)
Monday, January 4, 2010
A Tip for being HAPPY :)
So before I start my actual blog post, let me just say I had an amazing Christmas and I had a wonderful New Years. :) I loved spending time with my family and friends!!!
Anyways, I've noticed with the start of a New Year and around the Christmas holiday most of the time people are more caring, giving, and most importantly happier. But after the holidays and as we return to the daily grind of work or school many people tend to lose the happiness and become more pessimistic. I have noticed this in simply coming back to school for one day after our winter break. My friends are complaining about homework, tests, teachers as well as getting upset with each other, back talking and being rude to one another. Why is it that simply because we are back to the normal routine that we can treat others like this? Is there a law that we can be happy and treat everyone as equals during the holidays but as soon as the new year starts and we go back to our normal lives we can treat everyone like they are lower than us? I haven't heard of any such law. Shouldn't we all be happy and friendly with each other ALL of the time? I would certainly hope so!
Why do people treat others like this? Well one of the biggest reasons is that they aren't happy with themselves, and as its commonly said " Misery loves company". They will try to bring others down with them. So how can you be happy? I'm going to periodically give tips for being optimistic so we can all, maybe, treat other better :)
Since I'm just starting this, and I have a whole blog post about it I decided I should start maybe with five tips. Here we go! =)
TIPS FOR BEING HAPPY.
1. Don't get offended. It's your choice to become offended when others say something rude or are mad at you. It's their problem. You don't need to make it yours.
2. Don't worry. This one is especially hard for me. If you don't worry about insignificant problems I've noticed you can be a lot happier in your life. You can't change the outcome so don't stress over it.
3. Show appreciation to other people. You are not the best of the best. You are not better than anybody else. Swallow your pride and realize that YOU personally are just as smart and talented as every single person around you. Many of them are better at something than you, maybe you just can't see it because they're quieter or just don't like talking about it. A ton of people around you help you in more ways that you can tell. You probably owe them big if you would just think about what we all do for each other. So tell them so. Thank them. Maybe if you don't verbally say it, show it with your actions!
4. Take a break. Don't try to everything right here right now. You need to make sure that you can take some time to do something you personally like to do. Develop your talents. Enjoy what you do. Do what you like, and like what you do.:)
5. When something bad comes your way accept it as something that makes you stronger. Don't dwell on something you can't change, learn to accept it and deal with it.
Enjoy :)
Friday, January 1, 2010
This Post is most offically Dedicated to... My Brother :)
Holy Smokes! I haven't been on here... in about forever. Anyways...
As this holiday season rolls to a close, I've decided that I haven't been focusing on my family. It's been a relief to actually stop school, even for just a week, and spend time with them. Mostly I realized over the break how lucky and blessed I am to have such an AMAZING family. Truly. My family is so supportive and fun. I can't express my feelings for all of them in one post, so I decided to do a blog about someone I truly love.
My little brother Ethan.
Now don't get me wrong. My little brother is a pain in the butt. But really, people, what little brother isn't? He does his job well: teasing me about boyfriends,telling me that I'm grumpy, putting soap on my toothbrush, running around doing a number of little brother things just to get me mad; he excels in what he does. And I'm sure if he were writing this blog right now, he probably would be writing all of the horrible big sister things I do ( because I do them, and I know I do... :) )
However, no matter how annoying or little brotherly he can be and no matter how mad I get at him, I still love him. I love the fact that even though he's nine, he can make some of the best jokes i've ever heard. I love that he has an overactive imagination. I love how he aspires to be things I never dreamed of when I was his age. I love how sweet he can be when I'm upset, or how much fun we can have when we are bored. I love the fact that he is my brother, and I am his sister.
I am truly grateful for Ethan.
:)
As this holiday season rolls to a close, I've decided that I haven't been focusing on my family. It's been a relief to actually stop school, even for just a week, and spend time with them. Mostly I realized over the break how lucky and blessed I am to have such an AMAZING family. Truly. My family is so supportive and fun. I can't express my feelings for all of them in one post, so I decided to do a blog about someone I truly love.
My little brother Ethan.
Now don't get me wrong. My little brother is a pain in the butt. But really, people, what little brother isn't? He does his job well: teasing me about boyfriends,telling me that I'm grumpy, putting soap on my toothbrush, running around doing a number of little brother things just to get me mad; he excels in what he does. And I'm sure if he were writing this blog right now, he probably would be writing all of the horrible big sister things I do ( because I do them, and I know I do... :) )
However, no matter how annoying or little brotherly he can be and no matter how mad I get at him, I still love him. I love the fact that even though he's nine, he can make some of the best jokes i've ever heard. I love that he has an overactive imagination. I love how he aspires to be things I never dreamed of when I was his age. I love how sweet he can be when I'm upset, or how much fun we can have when we are bored. I love the fact that he is my brother, and I am his sister.
I am truly grateful for Ethan.
:)
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