I love me some Asian foods!

I went to the China City Buffet today and ate a couple of plates of deliciousness. I have to say that my favorite food is Asian food.  I like Mexican and I like Italian, but Asian is my weakness.

One time to prove to my love of Asian food to my wife I ate lo mein and egg rolls for a whole week.  If sushi didn't cost so dang much I would prove my love again, this time with sushi.  My birthday meal for the last five or so years has been sushi, the last two years have been to Nagoya.  I love that Nagoya Roll!

People always tell me that it doesn't keep them full.  I am not one that experiences this problem, maybe I eat too much of it in one sitting to effect me.  I don't even want to eat dinner right now and I finished lunch over five hours ago.  Although if someone said let's go to the china buffet for dinner I would grab my keys and say I'm driving.  I'm glad I don't hit the buffet up too often, I would be trying out for the Biggest Loser if I did.

My roots are showing.

I have been eating bananas a lot recently and I started eating my bananas upside down.  Not me hanging upside down, the banana is the one upside down.  Maybe if I could grip a branch with my feet I would be upside down, but I don't have monkey toes.

 If you grip a banana just so,  you can peel it usually easier than grasping the stem and pulling.  Sometimes when the banana is getting extra ripe the stem part practically just falls off and I just peel it that way.  When the banana is less ripe pinching the bottom and pulling is the easiest route into the delicious inside.

Someone told me this is how the monkeys do it.  I tried it this way and discovered these monkeys really know what they are doing.

I hate my garbage can

We recently bought a new garbage can for our kitchen, and boy did we make a bad choice in can lids.  I didn't really know that the lid would be a problem, but it is totally annoying.  It is one of those swing top cans, exactly like this:

The lid swings up or pushes down, which seemed fine at the store but....

There is no way to prop it up or no little pedal to step on to lift it, so if you have to scrape out a pan or a plate you have to take the whole damn thing off.  If you have crusty hands from handling raw chicken or something you don't want to be lifting the lid and spreading the salmonella around.  Then when you pre-plan and take it off early your little tyke decides to play with the new "toy" on the ground, eww gross.

If the garbage is getting kind of full it will get stuck on it and it won't swing back into place.  I know this might be time to switch out the bags, but there  is so much room left in the bags I feel I am wasting perfectly good garbage bag space.  Also if the can is too close to the wall and you push it down the back part of the swing top hits the wall and sticks it open too.

Never did I think that there would be this much hatred for a trash receptacle, but there is.  I think this can will be retired to the basement, and a new one will be used in the high use kitchen area.

Cruel Joke

I have been the recipient of a cruel joke recently.

We got a package in the mail, well my wife did.  She wasn't expecting one and didn't know what it was all about since it came straight from the store, so I started opening it for her.  It was very exciting, free packages brought by fed ex are always exciting, even though it was from an olive company (hate olives).  After I got the box open first thing I see BUBBLE WRAP!! Who doesn't love some bubble wrap?  I was excited to play with it and let the little guy walk on it and see him get excited about it.  It is always fun to watch the simplest things excite him, heck I like when the simplest things excite me.

Well not this bubble wrap.  No this is un-poppable bubble wrap.  How fair is that?  Why would you do that to a person?  I even stepped on it, granted I have lost some weight but I should still be able to pop it.  Not this stuff, the bubbles are all connected so the air just flows from one bubble to another.  Granted this is probably better for the safety of the product it is wrapping up, but who cares about that!  I want to pop some bubble wrap!

Nice gesture present to my wife ruined for me!

Gremlins

Sometimes when I am really hungry I picture a whole hoard of gremlins in my stomach fighting each other, like Michael Vick's dogs. That, of course, is where the growls come from.  Each gremlin is in there fighting the other ones so they are up front and center for when that food does come down the pipe.  None of the gremlins actually kill the other gremlins, if they did I wouldn't be so hungry, they just wrestle and growl a bunch.
Then when I do eat something they are on it, like a bunch of football players trying to grab a loose football.  The smarter ones wait for the second piece to come down the pipe, then there are multiple dog piles going on and it is just chaos!  Sometimes I fool them and drink something. They are so confused and don't really know what to do for a little while, but then they catch on and start fighting again.  I usually try to avoid these situations, I don't really like fighting, but I have tried to cut out evening snacking so in the morning there is a battle royal going on down there.    I might have to find the right time to eat a snack that will tide me over until breakfast.

YUCK!

'Olives' is an anagram for 'So vile'

I found this comic the other day and it fit me.  For me it is olives.  I hate olives, both black and green.  I don't even like the smell of them.  When someone says "what do you like on your pizza?"  I say anything but olives, even anchovies.  I have been told multiple times that your tastes change so you should try them again.  Well when I do try them again, not every year though, and I almost vomit.  Nasty! Nasty! Nasty! I hope nobody makes me try them again.

I am the Imelda Marcos of t-shirts

So I counted my t-shirts recently and had over 125, hard to get the exact count with that many.  That isn't even counting the long sleeve t-shirts or other shirts that I own as well.  Most of them are lined up on a metal pipe in my basement, kinda like above, except not as organized and more squished.  I also have some boxed in my attic that I didn't count.  My sister-in-law was saying that my bro had a lot of them, he only had 40.

I like t-shirts, I can't help it.  If I go somewhere new I usually stop at a Harley store and pick up a new shirt.  If I go to a store and there is a shirt with a fun saying on it I buy it.  I get some to support my favorite sports teams.  If the shirt.woot strikes my fancy I order it.  I have them from old jobs and Old Navy.  I have some that I inherited from my grandfathers.  Basically I have them from everywhere.

I think my oldest one is a Buffalo Bills one that I have had since high school, it has Jim Kelly on it.  I wore it in my picture for my college student ID.   I still break it out during the football season.  It is getting thin and developing holes, but it is still wearable.

Having said all that, I am starting to get rid of some of them.  I went through and pulled out old work shirts, and some others that I knew I never wear and wasn't going to wear.  I still have over a hundred, but I will probably keep going through them and pull out a handful at a time and slowly knock them down under a hundred.  The bar that they are hanging on is already easier to navigate.  I may start wearing ones I haven't worn in awhile because I forgot about them.  I can think of a couple that I am going to get rid of next time I go through them.  I am on a mission.

Since I am freeing up all this space it means I can buy some more right?