Yellow and Blue make go!

I like Village Inn.

I don't know why.

Could be the yummy skillets, or random shootings.

It was the first place I went to eat after my bout with what I assume was foot and mouth disease 12 or so years ago. (I had cankers all over my mouth, and couldn't eat solid food.) That trip turned out to be a waste of money, because I still couldn't eat solid food.

It was the first restaurant that I took Ange on what could be considered our first date. She wore a "Friends" shirt... I didn't take the hint. (She insists she wore it because of the pretty colors.)

It was the site of Stiel Family breakfasts (Ange's family) for a couple of years.

So, there is quite the history. Today I took Lincoln at the crack of dawn, and we went to get the car inspected. There's a Village Inn nearby, so we went there to pass some time. Lincoln likes waiting at restaurants, because he gets to color with crayons. Today, he got a yellow and blue crayon, which meant I had to combine them to get his favorite color, go. (green) Thanks to Blue's Clues, he knows how to combine colors and make new ones.

I ordered an artery clogging double ham, double bacon skillet. (So good.) Lincoln wanted some pancakes. I looked at the kids meal section and had to choose between smiley face pancakes and chocolate chip pancakes. The smiley face description said that they were three large pancakes, where the chocolate chip description said they were 5 small pancakes. So we went for the "small" chocolate chip pancakes.

They were huge, they covered an entire regular sized plate a couple of times over. Lincoln was only able to down two and a half. I'm trying to figure out what size a child would have to be in order to eat that many "small" pancakes.

This is an actual picture of the dish, minus one pancake.

This could be why we are so fat as a country. I'm not making fun of anyone, because I'm leading the list. Back when I was playing basketball everyday, I was considered obese. Now, the government probably considers me clinically dead.

The perfect solution is for the government to revise their obesity standards.

In other news, I heard that a new study shows that whenever a fast food restaurant opens in a neighborhood, everybody in that area automatically has a 1% higher chance of a stroke.

Good to know.

The Messenger

Quotes from the Bubs

Some people may wonder why I don't make my blog look nice or update links like everybody else does. Those people will have to wait 'till summer. When summer's over, and I still haven't done it, I'll have to think of another excuse.

Lincoln has been so good going to primary. We were really worried, because we thought it would be hard for him to sit still since his favorite thing is to bounce off walls. But when he goes in primary, he's reverent, listens, sings, and is very respectful. I caught him in the halls walking with his arms folded. He saw me, and just carried on like usual. His teacher is Sister Walker, and she does such a good job with him and the 7 other three year olds in the class. Today, he told me that they sang "Follow Prophets".

We have been worried about sending Ellie to nursery, because there is a pretty mean girl in there that picks on everybody. We saw her put the ol' choke hold on one of the boys, and thought it would be better to steer clear for the day. So, while Ange was trying to get her to sleep in the mother's room, she threw up. We did our best to clean it, but when I checked on it at the end of church, it still had a lingering smell. Ange and Ellie went home, because we thought that after being covered in throw up, they had earned it.

I usually don't comment on the teachers at my school. I've actually sat on this story for a few weeks, but I can't help it. A few doors down from me is a teacher that some consider a tad pompous. I think he's a nice guy, but he only ever says 'Spencer' when I see him walking by me in the halls.

Anyway, I was in his room the other day, and he has all these quotes/sayings blown up on his wall. There's quotes form Ghandi, Jefferson, Washington, Martin Luther King etc. Then I notice that there is a quote in which he has cited himself. I thought that was pretty funny, so I asked a few students about it, and it's true. In fact, he has two quotes hanging up in which he's cited himself. Either this guy is a comic genius, or he's nursing a huge ego.

So, I told my students that I wanted a quote on my wall from myself. My students took matters into their own hands. After a few minutes of working on the computer, I noticed the following quote on the wall: "Shut your little gobs and get to work" - Spencer Millburn. Very nice.