Maybe its just my russian upbringing where children were seen and not heard, maybe because I've wholy sequestered myself in a world of adults, but I need to know what is the deal with bringing babies to restaurants?! Why does a baby NEED to be in a restaurant? Did you bring baby into Panera because she needs to see the menu options? Has she grown tired of the strained peas so you've decided to let her sink her 3 baby teeth into a flakey pastry and coffee? Clearly she is unhappy with the restaurant choice because she is wailing at the top of her lungs.
I cant really blame baby though. She couldn't step outside for a good cry if she wanted to as she is restrained by her idiot parents.
When did people loose all sense of decensy?! Two screaming babies in one Panera in less then three hours!
I had this bizare urge to burst into tears and start screaming at the top of my lungs as it has clearly become acceptable restaurant behavior. While I'm at it, I think I'll smear food all over my face and shove cherios into someone elses mouth. I've heard thats considered adorable.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Saturday, May 30, 2009
My first post
On the advise of a friend, I will attempt blogging. In the event this goes badly, it is very important that you send all hate mail to her as I am far more sensitive then she is.
Just to forewarn you, this is not intended to inform, enlighten, educate and most especially not help you grow as a person. This is me scratching my narcisistic itch, trying to make you giggle a bit and possibly (I know this is ambitious) trying to win the Guiness Book of World Records title for Most Mispelled Words in One Posting. I will not be spell checking this primarily because I prefer the organic creative approach to grammar and spelling and also because I'm far too lazy to open Microsoft Word and run this through spell check. Plus, since my friend (who suggested the blog idea) told me that many smart people she knows don't spell well, I have now been persuaded to spell badly by the entisement of being seen as a "smart person". Not my fault. I'm a sheep.
About themes, maybe this should be about my move back to New York City after nearly 5 years of self imposed assylum in the dreaded Southern California desert. I left a cool and wreckless burned out musician and I will be returning as a boring IT consultant with a solid benefits package. That should work for now until I come up with something better.
Just to forewarn you, this is not intended to inform, enlighten, educate and most especially not help you grow as a person. This is me scratching my narcisistic itch, trying to make you giggle a bit and possibly (I know this is ambitious) trying to win the Guiness Book of World Records title for Most Mispelled Words in One Posting. I will not be spell checking this primarily because I prefer the organic creative approach to grammar and spelling and also because I'm far too lazy to open Microsoft Word and run this through spell check. Plus, since my friend (who suggested the blog idea) told me that many smart people she knows don't spell well, I have now been persuaded to spell badly by the entisement of being seen as a "smart person". Not my fault. I'm a sheep.
About themes, maybe this should be about my move back to New York City after nearly 5 years of self imposed assylum in the dreaded Southern California desert. I left a cool and wreckless burned out musician and I will be returning as a boring IT consultant with a solid benefits package. That should work for now until I come up with something better.
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