Monday, August 29, 2011

Fondue Revolt

I have started a few posts in the past few days and not finished ANY of them. So a brief bullet point of some STUFF:

I have gelato on my tan suit--grrrrrr.  Ooooops add peanut butter as well.

LO projectile vomited all over the car AGAIN.  She sneezed and blueberries, peach yogurt and raisins shot out the moment we pulled up to get Grandpa Irv to go to Costco.  Gpa lives in the valley where it was 105 so the vomit roasted in the car resulting in a horrific smell.  It is a sad process as she is always stunned, scared and then sad when it happens.  I tend to be just stunned.

We went to a birthday party on Saturday about an hour and a half away from our house so we decided to stick around town and celebrate LO's 17 month birthday at the Melting Pot.  We were the first people there at 5pm, as we were waiting for our dessert, LO was impressed with the steam coming from the fondue pot so DH suggested we take her to Benihanas.  He did a quick Benihana knife impression and a woman got up and walked by our table and said, "Really" in a snotty voice.  It was weird as the restaurant was empty and it was now only 6pm.  I assumed she was going to the bathroom but she had told the manager.  He came over and asked us to be QUIET!  LO had not made a peep the entire meal and DH tapped some knives for 20 seconds max.  We asked for the check as I didn't want to sit there and talk in a whisper at a restaurant in a STRIP mall.  I don't think that I have EVER been asked to be quiet at any restaurant even when I was an obnoxious teenager at IHOP at midnight eating $1 all you can eat pancakes.  I was stunned that she couldn't just come over and say that we were disturbing them. 

I don't want to say that intolerancee is similar to the book I am reading about “La Rafle du Vel d’Hiv” in Paris during WWII where the French police brutalized their OWN people and separated children from their parents and left them in horrific conditions and KILLED them.  But here is my link, what happens when we can't talk to each other and small things make us fill with anger and intolerance. Hmmmmmm.  Sarah's Key has literally left me breathless at the absolute terror that those parents must have felt that they were unable to keep their children safe, nourished or even sheltered.  French neighbors watched as French families were rounded up and locked into a superdome with no food or water by French police. We can be sad about those tragic events and think how "far" we have come in the past 80 years but not so fast people.  I am worried about our entire planet as it seems like we have issues playing nice.  Why can't we all just get along, what is being accomplished by being TERRIBLE to each other.  Earthlings on earthlings crime, bleck.

Indulgence of the Day: Gelato