MONDAY! MONDAY! MONDAY!

ONE NIGHT AND ONE NIGHT ONLY!
A NO HOLDS BARRED PIG-OUT EXTRAVAGANZA!
YOU BETTER NOT MISS IT, BROTHERS!

Kent and I ate at CiCi's Pizza. Now, I know what all you Lafayettians are thinking...mmm...cardboard. The CiCi's here is WAY different. Its DEE-LISH-USSSS! And I totally lose control when we go there. Some nights I try to contain myself and at least drink a diet coke. Not tonight though. I ate and drank and my $4 worth!

Vegetable Pizza
Canadian Bacon Pizza
Barbeque Pizza
more Barbeque Pizza
Macaroni and Cheese Pizza (It's awesome!! The lady behind me thought it looked gross)
Giant mound of salad
Pasta Salad
Breadsticks
Brownies
and...ahhhh...Coca-Cola

I won't say how many pieces my tag team partner ate (I'll leave that up to him), but he certainly held up his end of the partnership. He was power-bombing pepperoni pieces and chokeslamming the cheese slices. OH YEAH!

I don't think it even all fit in my stomach. Some of it had to hang out in my esophagus until it's predecessors were digested. It's not often that I get to eat myself into a stupor, but man-oh- man when I do, I'm so happy the rest of the night (unless I'm feeling guilty about eating all of it, which is what normally would happen, but tonight I gave myself a pass).

Call me weak.
Call me a pig.
Call me out of control.
But most importantly, call me if you want to go to CiCi's.

In the words of Stephanie Tanner, "How Rude!"

Kent and I had planned to tour a doggy Bed and Breakfast on Sunday afternoon. We'd hoped to be able to leave Coca there on a trial run the weekend that we're going to Festival International. When I'd called before, they gave me the prices and said that the dogs spend the day hanging out with other dogs and spend the night in their suites. I was a little concerned because, as you may or may not know, Coca weighs about the same as a bag of sugar. I called "Pampered Pets" today and explained that I'd gotten prices and a description of their services and that I was a little concerned about the dogs being all together. I asked the old man that answered the phone if the dogs were separated by size. He said, "No." So, I said, "You mean, my 5 lb dog is going to be spending the day with German Shepherds and Great Danes?" Then he responded hastily, "No! Small dogs are in the front and large dogs are in the back. STOP AND THINK!" I was shocked by his rudeness and harsh response to a legitimate concern. I mean, usually when you say no, they're not divided by size, that means they're all together. I said okay and hung up.

I told a girl I work with, Nichole, about the conversation. She asked if I wanted her to call and see if they treated her the same way. I told her she should. Nichole pretended to be the owner of a small dog getting some information about their facility. She spoke with a lady (not the old man I spoke with). The lady explained that the dogs were together during the day ...blah blah blah. Nichole then asked a similar question to what I'd asked. She said, "So all of the dogs are together?" The "lady" replied, "Yes." So, Nichole said, "My small dog is going to be with Rotweillers and other large dogs?" Then the lady said, "WHAT DO YOU THINK???!!" Nichole, being alot braver than I am, responded by saying "Excuse me! I'm just trying to find a good place for my dog." I was glad she'd responded that way. The alleged lady tried to be a little nicer then.

Needless to say, we will not be touring "Pampered Pets" nor will Coca be staying there. I know its no skin of their reptilian backs but I'll never give them any money.

Not going somewhere because they were rude doesn't really affect the business. What's the measley amount I would have paid them compared to what they make in a day, right? However, I just can't do it. That is, in fact, why I no longer go to the "Family Christian Store" in the Esplanade mall. I like to lovingly refer to it as the "Death Store" and sometimes hiss when we pass by it. Actually, I was hissing at the "Family Christian Store" one day when someone walked past me and looked a little freaked out. I realized she probably thought I was some type of devil worshipper hissing at the Christians. I then tried to joke, loudly, about it hoping she'd here me telling Kent why I was hissing. Anyway...I know that hissing in public is not normal for a 26 year old person.

There is one store to which I've made an exception. Sav-A-Center...because it's one block from our house and sometimes I desperately need some crusty bread and fudgcicles.

The Amazing story of one man and one woman who get lots of free food...

One of the grrrrrreat things about living so close to alot of family is the free food! It was my cousin Jonathan's 18th birthday party on Saturday and guess who took home the leftovers. OH YEAH, it was us. We brought home fried catfish, shrimp, a TON of Jambalya, french bread, two kinds of fried potatoes, sausage and potato salad. It's incredibly awesome and I'm so happy. Some of it had to be frozen because we couldn't eat all of that before it goes bad. PLUS! My grandpa and grandma sent some coke home with us today (a-cola, not cocaine, in case you're wondering).

Back at the work place...

I worked alone on Saturday. We each have to work one Saturday a month and this past one was mine. Here are some of the highlights of the day:

A resident came into the office and complained about seeing someone smoking crack by the pool.

A resident's son threw his keys onto the roof...which is 3 stories up.

A resident had to come by and get touch up paint because she said she had "a very bad case of diarrhea." I really don't know what's up with that. I mean, I've had some bad viruses, but I've never had to touch up the paint afterward.

Other random information:

I discovered one of my molars is chipped. Guess I should stop eating gravel.

4 day week!!

Funny Stuff

I saw something very funny on the internet today. However, it was inappropriate for the blog. I'll just laugh for you.

In other news, I can't stop eating.

I've Gone and Done It

I've introduced my coworkers to "Todd." If you've ever been prank called by me, then you know exactly who that is. If you have not been prank called by me, then send me your number. I always need a few good numbers.

They thought it was really funny. So, of course, I couldn't just stop there. As long as someone is laughing, I'll keep going until its not funny anymore. I had to show them some of my sound effects, clown horn, air horn, etc. They laughed and and I loved it. Of course, they all think I'm part man now. I'm holding out on the Aaron Neville and Elvis impersonations until I've been there 6 months.

Sidenote - Coca is doing so well with her training. My little girl is so smart.