Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Bitter Kabuki

On a Valentine's Day not so long ago, Eric, Melissa, Ethan, and I met Curtis.  That is when our Saki Bomb induced love affair with the crazy head chef at Kabuto began.  Who wouldn't love a guy who cracks himself up, gets you free Saki, and refers to you and your husband as "the drinking couple"?  His hibachi skills are not the best, but it's never a boring night when Curtis is working your table.  If you go to the ghetto Kabuto on Midlothian Turnpike, request him.  There may be rap blaring from the kitchen, but you will barely notice if Curtis is cooking for you.



The last time we went to Kabuto, we did not have Curtis.  We had another guy whose skills were much better, but he never cracked a smile.  I remember him because when he did the infamous onion volcano, he put the fire out with a water bottle shaped like a little boy.  When you squeezed him, his pants came down and he "tinkled" water on the volcano.

Two nights ago at Yamato (we cheated on Kabuto because Yamato is closer), we saw the chef with the tinkling water bottle!  Of course, Ethan and I were curious why he was cheating on Kabuto.  After he spun an egg and cracked it on the side of his spatula, we asked him if he used to work at Kabuto's.

Let this be a lesson to us - never strike up conversation with a hibachi chef, unless it is Curtis.  There was no more entertainment after the question was asked.  Instead, he went on a tirade about the egotistical head chef of Kabuto!  He explained that Curtis insisted that each chef keep their own tip instead of tip sharing.  Apparently this is unfair to the chefs who aren't as good as Curtis.  He said it made the environment too competitive and that worse chefs cooked more quickly to get to other tables in order to make more money.  The non-smiling tinkling water bottle chef went on and on about how much he hated Curtis and how he had worked at more than five hibachi restaurants and never had such a selfish head chef. 

While this was going on, Ethan and I pretended to be interested and the other people at the table were clearly bored by the fact that there was no fire or shrimp tossing.  Maybe this is why the guy had worked at over five hibachi restaurants.  He claimed that Curtis' salt and pepper juggling skills were terrible, but I would rather have seen that than listen to him complain.

The bottom line is, don't complain about your competitors...it makes you look like the idiot.  If anything, it made Ethan and I miss Kabuto.  Long live Curtis!

Monday, June 20, 2011

The Rainbow Connection

Dear Daddy, thank you for...

Randomness:
I would say that my family is known for our random sense of humor.  We enjoy teasing each other and making what we consider to be witty comments about everything from dead armadillos to representative Anthony Weiner.  Doesn't every family think a dead armadillo should be sucked up into the underbelly of a car using the power of the air conditioning?  There is nothing better than when my dad makes a random comment at the dinner table and all of us end up in hysterical laughter.  We are very lucky that it happens pretty often!

Scaring my dates:
My dad's goal was to be the biggest pain in the rear end to my boyfriends, but the best father-in-law to my husband.  He greeted my dates by showing off his gun collection.  It was embarrassing at the time, but it served its purpose.  The hazing process made me end up with my husband who respects me and my family.

Letters:
During major events in my life, I have received wonderful letters from my father.  I can barely even write about them without tearing up.  These letters mean more to me than most of the conversations I have had in my life.  When times get tough, I can always read a letter from my dad and feel better.

My Brothers and Sister:
Both my parents did (and are still doing) an amazing job raising us. I can only imagine the mayhem they dealt with after having four kids in five years. When we were little, we didn't always get along.  I am still bitter about my brothers riding their bikes over an intricate chalk house I drew on our back patio. My sister is still scarred from the things I yelled at my brothers after seeing the tire marks. We still argue, but try and remember the lessons our parents taught us. Friends may come and go, but family is forever. I am lucky to have such a wonderful family.

Daddy, thank you for everything.  Thank you for loving me, Mommy, Sammy, Kelly, Christian, and Ethan Samuel.  You are an amazing father.

Monday, June 13, 2011

ACHOO

Ever walked out of a dark movie theatre into the light and felt the need to sneeze?  Apparently, it only happens to about a quarter of the population.  My dad, Baby Ethan, and I are in that lucky 25%.  My family has always described the phenomena as "the sun getting you", but apparently the technical term is the photic sneeze reflex.

So, what does that mean for us photic sneeze reflexees?  Basically, our nerves are playing a game of telephone.  Our eyes tell our brains to constrict our pupils.  Our brain didn't hear our eyes correctly and interprets the message as "you have a nose irritant.  sneeze, now!".

The most interesting thing I found out when reading about the photic sneeze reflex, is that many people who have this issue have other issues with how light is interpreted by the brain.  Apparently, it is no coincidence that my dad and I can't be in a room with any sort of strobing effect.  Sometimes a flickering candle, is enough to make me feel a migraine coming on.  Let's all cross our fingers that Baby Ethan only experiences the sneezing aspect of this phenomena!

I hope this sheds some light (haha!) on the photic sneeze reflex, also known as Autosomal Dominant Compelling Helioophthalmic Outburst Syndrome (ACHOO Syndrome).

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Iguana Castles

While I was pregnant, I googled the weirdest things.  When I looked at my google history, I always wondered what people would think of me if they were using my computer and stumbled upon things I had searched.  Now that I'm not pregnant and am googling slightly less odd things, I thought I would share my last five googles....

Castle ABC
My husband, Ethan, gets really into TV shows.  If you have spoken with him recently, you've probably heard about Veronica Mars, Psych, Friday Night Lights, Royal Pains, or maybe even Game of Thrones (which will be the next obsession).  Last night, we watched the season finale of Castle and Kate Beckett was shot at the end of the show!  I had to google it to make sure that it was not the series finale.  According to google, it looks like Kate Beckett will probably survive the gun shot and Castle will be around for another season.  Phew!

Diverticulitis
Lately, lettuce has become my arch enemy.  Every time I eat it, I get a sharp pain in my stomach that lasts for hours.  After my mom threw out diverticulitis as an option, I decided to google it.  Since the pain is not in my lower abdomen and I am not over 40,  I don't think I'm a victim of Diverticulitis (or Diverticulosis...thanks, google!).

English Boodle
I am obsessed with my English Bulldog, Fiona.  My mom is obsessed with her Toy Poodle, Lucy.  Naturally, while sitting around the table the other day, the topic of a Bulldog / Poodle mix came up in conversation.  I immediately thought of a Bulldog with an Afro.  Unfortunately, the mix is not exactly what I pictured.  Fortunately, it is still cute!


Loud Noise and Babies
I am typically a pretty laid back mom.  I probably don't worry about things as much as I should.  I took Baby Ethan on a plane when he was three weeks old.  In retrospect, his immune system probably wasn't up for that trip yet (but he didn't get sick!).  I also like exposing him to new social situations (aka drinking establishments when we are on vacation).  However, when we went into Sloppy Joe's, my mommy instincts kicked in.  It was too loud.  Just as I read that babies should not be exposed to things over 90 decibels, Baby Ethan started to cry.  I got out of my chair to stroll him outside, but my dad was even quicker than I was!  He had Baby Ethan in his arms outside in seconds.  I guess his SamPa instincts kicked in.  He met another baby out of the street who was also escaping the Sloppy Joe's volume.  It was his first date.


How long can an iguana stay underwater?
Did you know that an iguana can stay underwater for 28.7 minutes?  I found out after a five foot long iguana took a swan dive over my mom and sister's boyfriend and into a pool.  As it turns out, my mom can get out of a pool very quickly.  I love Key West.