Thursday, August 22, 2013

Ventures at Village Inn

So, I'm not sure how many of you know that Wednesday is free pie day at Village Inn, but I am here to tell you that Wednesday is easily my favorite day of the week besides Sunday...And yes, it's most definitely because I can get free pie! Yesterday was the third week in a row that I've been, and it most definitely hasn't gotten old yet. Although, I'm wondering if it's getting old for the waiters and managers to see me there every week and to only order a drink and then get free pie out of it.

The first week I went I ended up eating alone, because I gave the wrong Village Inn address to the people I was supposed to meet. Since I don't have my car yet, (Which is a story for another day) I always have to walk everywhere I want to go or depend on other people to bring me places.  I usually prefer walking if I can because I don't want to be too much of a leach. It works out on Wednesdays because it's probably less than two miles to the nearest Village Inn.  However, when the people I'm supposed to meet end up going to a different one twenty miles away because I gave them the wrong address, I can't exactly get up and walk twenty miles. Well, I guess technically I could, but I don't think it would be worth it even for free pie.

So there I was eating alone at a table. I'm sure it was all in my head, but I kept imagining people giving me these dirty looks like, "What kind of loser is she, that she has to eat by herself?" Like I said, I'm sure it was in my head, but that was the first time I had ever eaten at restaurant alone, so I was pretty self conscious.  It didn't help that when I went up to pay, the manager said; "Aww, did you get stood up?" I just said, "Well, yeah, kind of. I guess that it was sort of my fault though since I told them to go to the wrong Village Inn." "Oh, well you should just stand them up next time they invite you somewhere and say that you got the wrong address!"

That was my first venture at Village Inn. The week after that I told my brother Kevin I was gonna be going, and he said that he'd meet me there, so I felt a lot better that I wouldn't be there by myself. However, twenty minutes later and I was feeling how I felt the first time, only worse, because I'm sure they would totally think I was a loser if I got "stood up" twice. After a little while I asked for a kid's menu, so I probably looked like even more of a loser. It kept me occupied though and I didn't have to look at the waiter, with his "evil looks." Let's just say I was extremely relieved when Kevin finally did show up!

Then just yesterday, I went again obviously, but Kevin and I met there at the same time, so I felt like a total non-loser this time! Until the manager came over when we were about half way through eating our pie, and said to me with a totally straight face, "You know, this is the third week in a row that you have sat here at this table and gotten free pie." I was starting to get kind of nervous because I thought that he was going to say that you had to actually order a meal in order to get the pie, and that he was mad that I had been just getting pie every week. So, then he continued, saying, "And every week it's been with a different guy!" Then he just started laughing and before I could even say anything about being with Kevin both times, he just said, "Well, I'll expect to see you again next week."

Next week we're planning on going to ten different Village Inn's and getting ten pieces of pie. We'll see if we can survive it. :) Only six more days until free pie!

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Things that go crunch in the night

       Well, I was originally going to start this post by putting an absurd scientific statistic saying how many spiders an average person eats while sleeping during their life time.  However, after doing a little "googling," I found out that a normal person doesn't actually consume a dozen or more spiders over the course of their lifetime. It's really only an urban legend. One site even claims: " This "statistic" was not only made up out of whole cloth, it was invented as an example of the absurd things people will believe simply because they come across them on the Internet."
      I think rather than "how many spiders does the average person eat during their lifetime?"  The question should actually be: "How many spiders have tormented and molested innocent "average" people and ultimately make it so they no longer fit into the category of "average." I have never been the type that screams and runs when they see a spider.  I've actually never even been a little bit afraid of them.  However, I am beginning to become a little bit afraid of the huge welt that one of those fiends created on my big toe, and I really don't think that it can be categorized as average.

     I guess I lied in my last post when I said I don't have a single complaint. (Well, I actually said I didn't have a single complain. And yes, I did realize that wasn't proper grammar right after I wrote it, but figured that it rhymed better and I could just use my "poetic license.")   I could complain about a lot of things having to do with those stupid eight legged villains. Like how I had to wash all my sheets and blankets in fear they would torture me yet again. They've already gotten me three times now! You'd think that would be enough for them. I could also complain about how I had to walk to Wal-greens with one shoe since it really hurt to wear a shoe on my bitten big toe foot! And I'm also gonna complain about how my big toe looks like a hot dog now. 
  It's really not as bad as I'm making it sound. (I was just using my "exaggeration license!")  I do think though, that some of those little devils might actually deserve to be eaten. I'm not saying that I believe I swallow dozens of spiders in my lifetime, and I'm not saying I would want to.  But it might just be better than waking up to find a hot dog in the place of your big toe.

Lovin' the life I'm livin'!

Here's to the little things that will be remembered
To those little moments that are quietly treasured.

Here's to not having a single complain,
And to singing and dancing in the rain.

Here's to appreciating all I've been given,
And simply lovin' the life that I'm livin'.

Thursday, August 8, 2013

What is in a nickname?

    Many people have asked the question what is in a name? It is a typical school writing assignment, and I'm sure hundreds if not thousands of people throughout the world have written papers and essays about the question 'What is in a name?'  However, what I want to know is, how many people have given any thought to the question: "What is in a nickname?" 

    A name is something that sets you apart and makes you unique and different from everyone else. I believe that a nickname is something that makes you even more special and can even define who we are and how people perceive us.  As you might have already guessed my nickname is Chicky! :) Personally, I think it sort of defines me in a way, and totally suits my character and personality.  It's not like I don't like my own name, or think that it doesn't fit me.  Michelle Frances is a wonderful and strong name.  Especially since I was named after St. Micheal, and my name in Latin means, "Who is like unto God." You have to admit that is hard to beat. However, I have gotten so used to being called Chicky, it's sometimes almost weird to hear someone say Michelle.  In fact, some people only use my real name if they are angry with me.  My second eldest brother, brother Kevin, being the main one.

   Kevin rarely ever calls me anything but Chicky, which makes sense, since he is the one that pretty much made the name viral, even though
he wasn't the one that originally came up with it. That is somewhat of a controversial matter in my family. Well, we all know that I got the name from a waitress who randomly called me Chicky, but where and when I received it is often a topic of debate.  All I remember is sitting in a restaurant and trying to order a Rosy Cotton instead of a Shirley Temple, and the perky waitress replying, "What was it you wanted again, Chicky." The rest is more or less history.  It took a little while to stick, but with my older brothers constantly using it, (especially Kevin) it became my universal nickname.

    Of course I also go by quite a few other names, Among the many are: Sallie Anne, (One of my favorites, given to me by my Aunt) Shelly, Michi-Bishi, Micky-D, Chick-stupid, and Chickopatumus.  You can see why Chicky ended up sticking!

  I think that my nickname has totally defined me though, and I absolutely love it! I couldn't imagine a life not being Chicky!  I also thought this post was an appropriate way to start my blog, especially considering its title.  I hope you enjoyed your very first chat with Chicky.