Tonight wasn't much better, there wasn't too many people that they showed that made me feel the hour I wasted on the show was worth it. They did show Randy "dawgin'" alot of people, I guess they were missing Simon's negative vibe and Randy ran with it. There were three people that auditioned in Austin that turned my head when I had the show on....
John Wayne Shulz - he came with a sad story, his mother was diagnosed with Breast Cancer a few years ago and he promised her he would audition. He was cute, he was good, and he loved his momma! Just give the guy a million bucks and lets call it a day!
Janelle Arthur - they spotlighted her, but for once it wasn't a sad story and she didn't seem psycho. She was really good in a Cary Underwood kind of way.
The last guy, yes he did look like the Seth Rosgen guy, but his name was Casey Abrams. Will he make it? I don't know, he's not American Idol cookie cutter kind of person, but I liked him and his singing wasn't that bad either.
The funny moment of the night was the girl that was head over heels in love with Ryan Seacrest. She reminds me of how Francesca might be if she met Robert Plant.......
Other than that, nothing really impressed me or TomTom. Here's hoping tomorrow night gets better.
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Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Stan's lunch of the week.
Stan the man is trying to start up his catering business and we have been lucky enough to be selected as the guinea pigs for his dream. He sends the lunch menu via email on Tuesdays and you reply if you want a dish. It has been decided that Thursday is the day he will bring us the catered lunch.
Here we are Thursday morning anticipating our home cooked lunch. We know it will be excellent and hour by hour the anticipation builds. The time he scheduled to bring lunch was 1145 AM. Francesca randomly screams "Stan is here!" This causes my neck to practically snap off as I look out the window. But to no avail, Stan is not present in the parking lot.
It is now ten minutes after noon, my stomach is growling and my attention span reflects that of a gnat. Where is Stan the Man? Ms. J enters the room with an update... Stan will be here in 10 minutes. The co workers are coming out of the cracks and a small audience forms outside the window to cheer on Stan at his arrival.
At the same time the masses are converging outside, Francesca has a nervous breakdown inside from her hunger pains. She came flailing out of her desk chair and flung herself toward the heater because she couldn't take them anymore!
We thought she was gaining some composure as she slowly started to get up. Just then her light headedness took over and she passed out on the floor in a fit of starvation!
It was at that moment I could hear them beckon from outside the window....."Stan is here!".
I didn't believe it, I wanted to believe it, but I figured it was just Franny's conscience screaming out to us in her last moments... "Stan is here!" It was at that moment I lifted my weary eyelids and with infinite hope peered out of the window once more. Alas, this dark horse gallops into the parking lot and Stan dismounts drawing his shining catering tins! The crowd of peasants assist with the heavy labor (reality is they were ready to chow down).
And the almighty Stan approached the building with a hero walk all his own.
Finally the anticipation has ceased leaving a belly full of satisfaction in its place. Thank you Stan! Thank you!
The menu today was Cheese Stuffed Panko Crusted Chicken, Penne Pasta with tomato sauce, garlic bread and caesar salad. All items are made from scratch (even the salad dressing) and delivered hot out of the oven. If you are interested let me know and we can add you to the email list. He also will cater events!
Here we are Thursday morning anticipating our home cooked lunch. We know it will be excellent and hour by hour the anticipation builds. The time he scheduled to bring lunch was 1145 AM. Francesca randomly screams "Stan is here!" This causes my neck to practically snap off as I look out the window. But to no avail, Stan is not present in the parking lot.
It is now ten minutes after noon, my stomach is growling and my attention span reflects that of a gnat. Where is Stan the Man? Ms. J enters the room with an update... Stan will be here in 10 minutes. The co workers are coming out of the cracks and a small audience forms outside the window to cheer on Stan at his arrival.
We thought she was gaining some composure as she slowly started to get up. Just then her light headedness took over and she passed out on the floor in a fit of starvation!
I didn't believe it, I wanted to believe it, but I figured it was just Franny's conscience screaming out to us in her last moments... "Stan is here!" It was at that moment I lifted my weary eyelids and with infinite hope peered out of the window once more. Alas, this dark horse gallops into the parking lot and Stan dismounts drawing his shining catering tins! The crowd of peasants assist with the heavy labor (reality is they were ready to chow down).
Finally the anticipation has ceased leaving a belly full of satisfaction in its place. Thank you Stan! Thank you!
Thursday, January 13, 2011
IHOP... UHOP
Did I mention that Sweet Lil Franny loves IHOP?
I have an issue with these establishments that I categorize as "Sticky Table Joints".
They just don't really appeal to me unless it is after 2 AM and I am sloshed and not ready to head home.
It is my firm belief that the people in the STJ's are aliens! Like in Men in Black!
You never see them anywhere else in life, and as you look around.... it's just plain creepy.
Franny wasn't feeling too well from a virus that was effecting her ability to store food inside her body for any lengthy amount of time. Under these circumstances she had grown very hungry and had a craving for pancakes. I humored her and her illness and decided to suck it up and join her at the STJ.
I parked the car while she went in and got a table because, as usual, the STJ was packed full of aliens.
When I walked in I scanned the aliens and saw no sight of her. For a moment I thought I was going to be on Unsolved Mysteries exposing the STJ and the aliens! However, she came to my rescue by screaming my name across the restaurant and waving at me like a wild woman. I was sure that no one could identify me in a lineup... until that point.
I have to share with you how cute she was as she ordered her hot chocolate and sipped it down in complete and utter satisfaction. She followed the hot chocolate with a sweet tea, a bowl of grits, and pancakes. After receiving her grits she decided on a side of shredded cheddar cheese for extra binding... if you know what I mean. After the miracle cure was mixed together her grits appeared very similar to the same substance used to hold bricks together in a foundation.
At this point I heard heckling from the kitchen between the servers because someone took server #1's turkey melt and no one was owning up to it! Server #2 (our server) was offering honesty in the fact that her turkey melt had eggs on it and that was the one she pulled off the counter. OK, I ordered a Ham, Egg & Cheese melt but swapped turkey for ham. I was trying to enjoy my sandwich but all I wanted to do was stand up, with sandwich in hand and egg on face, to prove the innocence of our server. My better judgement took over because there is no telling what the surrounding aliens might do if the commotion continued... and they already knew my name!
We soon paid our check and departed the restaurant as fast as possible. Unfortunately, IHOP made a second performance for Franny about an hour and a half later at the office. But her attempt for intestinal normality was well noted and I will always love her no matter what situations we have to endure together.
PS~ most of this love for her stems from another outing during Mardi Gras when we went to another STJ.. AKA Denny's. After we ordered, I proceeded to the ladies room to use the bathroom not noticing the urinals as I walked back into the stalls. Moments later another patron entered the restroom with me and I noticed his general atmosphere was not that of the cute little ladies that normally attend a public bathroom with me. I quietly spent my time in the bathroom stall and was sure to turn around and everything so that my feet were facing the toilet, not the general female position of feet facing away from the toilet. I didn't want to just walk out while he was using the urinal and give him stage fright. Finally he left, and I returned a few minutes later to the table where Franny sat enjoying the scene and giggling when I explained what a dumb a&& I was for going into the wrong bathroom. Good Times!
They just don't really appeal to me unless it is after 2 AM and I am sloshed and not ready to head home.
It is my firm belief that the people in the STJ's are aliens! Like in Men in Black!
You never see them anywhere else in life, and as you look around.... it's just plain creepy.
Franny wasn't feeling too well from a virus that was effecting her ability to store food inside her body for any lengthy amount of time. Under these circumstances she had grown very hungry and had a craving for pancakes. I humored her and her illness and decided to suck it up and join her at the STJ.
I parked the car while she went in and got a table because, as usual, the STJ was packed full of aliens.
When I walked in I scanned the aliens and saw no sight of her. For a moment I thought I was going to be on Unsolved Mysteries exposing the STJ and the aliens! However, she came to my rescue by screaming my name across the restaurant and waving at me like a wild woman. I was sure that no one could identify me in a lineup... until that point.
I have to share with you how cute she was as she ordered her hot chocolate and sipped it down in complete and utter satisfaction. She followed the hot chocolate with a sweet tea, a bowl of grits, and pancakes. After receiving her grits she decided on a side of shredded cheddar cheese for extra binding... if you know what I mean. After the miracle cure was mixed together her grits appeared very similar to the same substance used to hold bricks together in a foundation.
At this point I heard heckling from the kitchen between the servers because someone took server #1's turkey melt and no one was owning up to it! Server #2 (our server) was offering honesty in the fact that her turkey melt had eggs on it and that was the one she pulled off the counter. OK, I ordered a Ham, Egg & Cheese melt but swapped turkey for ham. I was trying to enjoy my sandwich but all I wanted to do was stand up, with sandwich in hand and egg on face, to prove the innocence of our server. My better judgement took over because there is no telling what the surrounding aliens might do if the commotion continued... and they already knew my name!
We soon paid our check and departed the restaurant as fast as possible. Unfortunately, IHOP made a second performance for Franny about an hour and a half later at the office. But her attempt for intestinal normality was well noted and I will always love her no matter what situations we have to endure together.
PS~ most of this love for her stems from another outing during Mardi Gras when we went to another STJ.. AKA Denny's. After we ordered, I proceeded to the ladies room to use the bathroom not noticing the urinals as I walked back into the stalls. Moments later another patron entered the restroom with me and I noticed his general atmosphere was not that of the cute little ladies that normally attend a public bathroom with me. I quietly spent my time in the bathroom stall and was sure to turn around and everything so that my feet were facing the toilet, not the general female position of feet facing away from the toilet. I didn't want to just walk out while he was using the urinal and give him stage fright. Finally he left, and I returned a few minutes later to the table where Franny sat enjoying the scene and giggling when I explained what a dumb a&& I was for going into the wrong bathroom. Good Times!
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