Deep fried in awesome…

So, Gene and I went to see Last Comic Standing – Live! last week. Before the show we had dinner at a nice restaurant. We both had steak and split an order of crab cakes (mmm, crab cakes!) and for our side dish we split Truffle French Fries.

OMG. Delicious. Every time I popped one in my mouth I would initially taste french fry, just like every meal I’ve ever had at Wendy’s, McDonalds, etc and then BOOM! A woodsy taste – that’s the truffle part. Delicious. I think I need to have those fries again someday. (And no, there is NO befouling them with ketchup).

This, again?

There were LINES at the gas station. (Technically, there were lines at the FOURTH gas station as two of the others had NO GAS again and the third had lines and I thought, oh, as if! Not waiting in a line to get gas…).

Well, funny enough, I ended up waiting in a parking spot, thinking the problem would clear up. And then I pounced on the first available pump. I am certain there is someone who owns a BMW 3 series who hates me now. Oh well!

WTF is this? Ugh. Is this related to the panic in Nashville a few days ago where there was a rumor that the entire city was running out of gas? And to top it off, they made me prepay for gas (couldn’t even pay at the pump) so I got to join the line of disgruntled people all of whom were PO’d about having to wait inside the gas station. Eeeeew. And to top THAT off, the last 30 cents of my prepaid $40 pumped slooooooooooooowly. Part of me is convinced that the guy running the Shell station across from my town’s Target store did that intentionally, figuring that people would give up and let him keep the 30 cents.

(HA HA, joker!)

Skeeball Wizard…

So I went to the outlet mall, with the Dave & Busters (where we went for my bachelorette party) and played skeeball. I’d purchased a card months ago with the intent to go to D&B every weekend Gene is out of town. That card still has points on it, all these months later. So anyway, I’m playing along, happy as a clam (well, happy enough – if my lane is supposed to have 9 balls, why did somewhere between 11-14 keep coming down the shute when I’d start a new game?) when I finish a game where I’d scored 500,000 points.

And that was the score to reach this afternoon to win the “jackpot” tickets (206 tickets). So, the screen says JACKPOT and the ticket spitter just keeps spitting out tickets. I’m staring at them quizzically, head tilted like Betty’s, waiting for them to stop. A kid, maybe 8 years old, walks over. “Hey, did you win those?” he asks.

“Yep!” I reply. “Would you like them?”

He (of course!) says “Sure!” so I hand them all over to him and he thanks me, and then I walk out of Dave & Busters hoping I have once again scored enough good Karma to make it through another week. I always give the tickets to some kid at D&B because it’s admittedly absurd that a 31 year old would go there just to play Skeeball. And I always walk out hoping that because I’ve done something good, something good will be done to me.

(And then I got a caramel peanut apple. Yum. Okay, and then I tried on a ton of cute shirts with inexplicably tiny sleeves at Ann Taylor Loft – DUMB plan, but probably related to too many caramel apples…ya think?).

Traveling for Complete and Total Idiots…

So I have been busy and not blogged lately. I am on the internet just about ’round the clock (which I am SURE my boss appreciates) but it’s usually just to see if someone has posted a thread at Lonely Planet called “ELAINE AND GENE, HERE IS WHERE YOU NEED TO GO!”

Wednesday-ish I booked my flight to Malaysia. I am travelling from Cheesecake City to Germany and then on to Kuala Lumpur. I know for a fact I am on the same flight as Gene from here to Germany but I have no real idea about the second leg coming or going. It’s the same flight numbers and it looks like it’ll work, but frankly… we’re leaving on 10/31, landing in Germany on 11/1 and landing in Malaysia on 11/2. The different dates are really freaky and one of the flights leaves at 11:59 PM and…. ugh. I have decided that it will all work out (except our layover in Germany is something like 90 minutes – will that be long enough to go through customs or do we do that in Malaysia? And the first flight is on a whole different airline from the second flight and AUUUUGH how do I get boarding passes? Do I have to go through security again in Germany? I don’t think I do but why can’t there be a freaking teleporter to make this so much easier??).

Sometimes the world is just too much for me. I need an assistant or a wife or something. And more time.

The conversion to the new payroll system is going decently. Our old provider made the file yesterday with all of our 2008 pay data and sent it to the new provider. Except SOMEONE (no, not me, I never screw things up, ha ha ha) was supposed to move a bunch of wages around and FORGOT because she was so busy doing PAYROLL. UGH.

I told D today that if the conversion goes right I wanted to quit and become a beach bum. I wonder if Gene will just leave me in Malaysia so I can fart around all the beaches there and stay in huts and eat satay and curry and yeah I don’t speak the native language, but no one, absolutely NO ONE, will grab me and say “Miss LaineyD, one of our employees accidentally claimed 10,000 Ringgits* in credit card tips but she already cashed her paycheck.”

(*$2898.56 US Dollars)

(Oh GOD do I go somewhere here to get Ringgits or can I just get them at the airport in KL?)

(Why is there not a forum somewhere called Traveling for Cowards?)

a tip, from me to you…

arranging international travel is a HUUUUUGE pain in the ass. I had no idea.

Here is some dodgy math:

A flight from Cheesecake City to Germany is $800-ish, round trip.

A flight from Germany to Kuala Lumpur is $1500-ish, round trip.

To make both flights one itinerary = $7500.

Does someone clean my house if I pay the extra $5200??

Never fear, I am booking the two parts separately for a not very bargain-y price but still less than $7500. Yea!

Here is today’s why-oh-why statement: Why oh why couldn’t Gene’s employer just pick the cheapest, easiest to mimic flight (that maybe did not route me through China)?

Oh well. I can ponder that…on VACATION!


Gene’s travel authorization has finally been approved. I think we’re really going!!!


Now onto important matters:

Okay, so I suck about taking pictures. In all of the world, there is exactly one picture from our honeymoon to Disney World and it was taken with a disposable camera. That I can no longer find. Actually, I take that back. The last day we were in Orlando we went ahead and bought the staged photo from Islands of Adventure. So yeah, that’s the picture.

We all know that it took me 3+ years to order my wedding photos. That I actually have no idea of the location. (The photos, that is. The wedding was right down the road here in Cheesecake and most of you were there).

I own a camera. It’s this one. I like it, and I definitely don’t want something even fancier, but I have probably taken two dozen photos with it in the two-ish years since we bought it. (My old camera was on the fritz and God forbid we should be w/o a camera for all the pictures of Plan B…well, anyway…). I’m just not a big photographer. But, if something should happen to the S3, I would really be sad.

Am I stupid for looking at a simpler camera to take to Malaysia? (I am 40% certain this is a silly topic to discuss as, HELLO, S3 that is practically gathering dust and I’m pretty sure Gene will see it that way too). Maybe once we really set an itinerary that will help, but I have these grandiose visions of us going to, say, a cool beach or nature walk (ha ha ha…nature…) and the S3 getting stolen or me dropping it in the ocean.

(I am actually considering leaving White Dog home for the same reasons).

(No, I’m not kidding).

But really, if this isn’t the time to bring the kick ass camera, when is the right time? My NEXT overseas trip? It feels dumb to buy a new anything when I have something perfectly good just waiting for me to use it. (On something besides superduper close pictures of the dogs).

(And why, oh WHY, do I keep trying to type “” instead of “”??)

(Perhaps I should rename this blog “Rearranging the Deck Chairs on the S.S. Dumbass”)


Did you hear that? I think I just blew my own mind.

(Yes, I’m stil spinning my wheels looking at all the cool options for stuff we can do in Malaysia. It turns out that the 7 hour train between Kuala Lumpur and Singapore isn’t the only option…airplanes go there too! And it would cost practically NOTHING to get there! But we could go to Singapore or Hong Kong or Peninsular Malaysia, which has pretty beaches but may or may not be run over by terrorists, depending on who you believe)

(But I hear that KL itself is safe, but let’s not turn off CNN)

(And, according to, the most popular restaurant there is Chili’s. Yes, THAT Chili’s).


(Upside: always some place to get Southwestern Eggrolls when I’ve had quite e-freaking-nough curry).

(I think I may have to take a break from researching this until Gene finally gets the thumbs up that HE can go, therefore I can go. I’m not joking when I say that my mind is totally blown).