It's official...

...Papa John's Pizza is ON NOTICE! (If you don't get this reference, please go watch THIS clip).

So tonight we decided to order a pizza. We do this occasionally on Friday or Saturday night. We decided on Papa John's...a rarity, since generally we are too cheap to get their pizza. But they had a special -- one large pizza "the works" for $11. We decided we would get just half with "the works" and half with cheese...so we wouldn't have to pick the toppings off for Madi and Audri, since they refuse to touch the toppings. I was going to order online, but Jeff convinced me to just call them because it would be faster...he was going to pick it up on his way home from work and didn't want to be waiting forever for me to figure out the online ordering (I guess). So I called. Here is how the conversation went:

Matt (Papa John's employee): What can I get for you?

Me: I want your large "Works" pizza...the online special for $11. But I only want the toppings on half, and just cheese on the other half.

Matt: I don't think I can do that...let me check...nope, I can't do that.

Me: Really? Why not?

Matt: Well I can do that, but I can't give it to you at the special price.

Me: Ok, how much will it cost?

Matt: $13.99

Me: Seriously? You're going to charge me MORE for getting LESS? That doesn't make any sense.

Matt: I don't know what to tell you.

Me: I promise I am not trying to be difficult. I just don't understand why I can't pay for that whole pizza, but you just leave 1/2 the toppings off.

Matt: I don't know what to tell you.

Me: Ok, well how much is your cheapest plain cheese pizza?

Matt: $7...for a medium

Me: (unintelligible grumbling)

Matt: Silence.

Me: Hmmm...well I'll have to call you back I guess...or not...I don't really know what to do...it just goes against all my principles to pay $14 for something that I really ought to be able to get for $11. I'll just have to call you back. But probably not. Sorry. Bye.

Then I stared incredulously at the phone. Who can believe this? I mean, really? It's not like I asked them for double toppings at that price. I know they must have some reason for doing this...but for the life of me I can't imagine what it is. Even the employees don't even know why they can't do it, they just know they can't! Someone, please explain it to me!!! Well they are on Notice for the following reasons: for having ridiculous rules, for their employees not being able to explain said rules to me and for making me waste half my night on this blog post. Thanks for nothin' PJs.

If only they knew that because of this little rule, they just lost my business tonight to Pizza Hut (which isn't my favorite)...and to other pizza chains for the foreseeable future because stuff like that just irritates the crap out of me! Even their garlic dipping sauce will not entice me to buy a pizza from them for a long time. How does that taste?

It's like that.

So I just want to thank Lori for giving me something to post about. I have been in a blogging slump this week. So you want to know some random things about me eh? Well here ya go:

1. I make up random songs that I sing to my girls throughout the day. Usually they are to the tune "Twinkle, twinkle, little star." Sometimes they rhyme. Sometimes they don't.

2. In my future life, I secretly want to live next door to a really cool girl that I can be best friends with. Hopefully she will have kids the same ages as mine, and like quilting of course. I've actually thought about knocking on doors in the neighborhood where we buy our next house so I can audition potential candidates.

3. I love lemon-berry slushies from Sonic...it is one of the only drinks I will order besides water.

4. I really like to take pictures. Lots of pictures. My camera is my friend. I remember what it was like before digital photography, and I just have to say I am so glad I live during the digital age!

5. I envy girls who seem "put together." I am not that girl. I am always running 5-10 minutes late and my hair...makeup...clothes...kids...house...are never perfect.

6. I like using words that make me sound smart...but I don't know very many.

7. I generally dislike "tagging" and being "tagged" so I am disinclined to acquiesce to the request to tag someone else.

Now you are Cynthia experts! Go have some chocolate ice cream and celebrate!

Let me get this straight...

Once upon a time I got a perm. (And by "once" I mean several times in elementary school and junior high and I hate to admit it...but once in high school).  My hair was curly, curly. Everybody got a visual? Good. Well once I realized that perms give you goofy looking, high maintenance hair, I stopped with the perming and for several years I had easy to manage, naturally straight hair. Then I got a few years older, had a couple kids. And then the weirdest thing happened--suddenly my hair decided to just curl on its own. No one asked it to curl. It was not chemically encouraged to curl. It just did it all by itself. And I'm not talking about beautiful, Madi-style natural curls. I'm talking goofy, uneven, why doesn't that girl own a straightener, curls. How did this happen?? I'm not sure, but all I know is I can't seem to stop mother nature's vindictive fury (and neither can you). So, I'd just like to thank everyone for the straightener I received for Christmas a couple years ago--I actually looked presentable at church today.

Not cut out for the circus

I used to have skills. Acrobat skills. Balancing skills. And yes, I once had juggling skills. But not anymore. Sadly, many of my brilliant and useful circus talents have vanished. Today while I was trying to entertain a friends' kids I broke out the tennis balls and tried to prove I've still got it. Well. I don't. Who was with me the day I decided to learn to juggle? I remember we were hanging out at Mom's work in AF and she had this giant box of stress balls in her office. They were dark blue and green and looked like little replicas of the earth. After an hour or so of playing dodge ball up a flight of stairs with them, I decided they would be good for juggling. So I spent the next couple of hours trying to figure out how to juggle. I was surprised that it wasn't that hard once I got the hang of it. Eventually I became quite good at it. One summer while I was in Texas, I bought a pack of tennis balls and would juggle while counting to 100 every night before I went to bed--just for the heck of it. Today I couldn't even count to 10 without dropping a ball! So, I just wanted to make sure everyone knows I won't be running away to join the circus anytime soon because all I would be good for is cleaning up after the elephants...if you know what I mean. Guess I'm gonna need a new fall back just in case the wife/mom/quilter thing doesn't work out for me. ;)