How Rude!

So yesterday evening, I was fixing dinner and getting ready to eat when I got a phone call on my land line.

No one ever calls me on my land line. No one interesting that is. I checked the phone number and I could tell that it was an unlisted number.

Typically, I don't answer if I don't recognize the number. But with family and friends scattered all around the world, I decided to answer it.

Me: Hello?
Guy: Hello!!!! Is this the lady of the house?

Me: Staring at the phone. This person obviously does not know me. Or else, he would never call me lady of the house. What an antiquated term! Just like the word house wife. Who marries a house? When I stayed at home and raised my kiddos, I hated it when people called me a house wife. I would always tell them, "I married a man and not a house. I stay at home and raise my kids. If somewhere along the line I take care of the house, good deal. But I am not married to the house!"

Anyways. You can probably sense my mood by now. I was having one of those power surge moments. My family would probably say that I've been having a decade of power surges but let's ignore them. Shall we?

Me: Who is this? Is this a solicitation phone call? I am on the do not call list.
Guy: Well mam I am calling to let you know about the pest control service we are offering in your neighborhood.

Me really wanting to say: And would that entail getting rid of pests like you who call me at inconvenient times? Even though I am on the do not call list?

Me exercising some self control: Thanks so much for the offer but I am not interested and kindly remove my number from your list.

Guy: But wait Mam! You really haven't heard about the wonderful deal I have to offer!!!

Me not too happy: You know what? This is not a good time for me. Why don't you give me your name, your cell phone number, your home address and your email id and I will get back with you as soon as possible.

Guy: Uuuummm... We are not allowed to give you our personal information. But you can contact our office at...

Me: Really? You have all my personal information and can call me anytime but I can't call you? Isn't that a tad ironic?

Guy: Hmmmm...

And. then. he. hung. up. on. me.

How rude! How very rude!

Ok I get it. He is just trying to do a job and make a semi-honest living. I say semi-honest because I am on the do not call list and he should not be calling me. He either hasn't checked the list or doesn't care about it. Not very honest or smart in my opinion.

So there you have it. A phone solicitor hung up on me. Can you top that?

Sucker for Paula Deen

At Paula Deen's shop.

The other day, my friend Carol and I were looking at all my Savannah photos. When we saw this one, both of us looked at each other and burst out laughing.

It is just so odd. Maybe Carol will comment about it. There are all the Paula magazines that say, Paula! Paula! Paula! Paula! Her face is on every magazine. With almost the same expression.

Then there is this kid in overalls with a lollipop/sucker sitting on the magazines. He has freckles and a goofy smile. And he is saying, "Hey Y'ALL!"

The other kid is plumpish wearing very unfashionable clothes and has a little toy in his hand. And he says, "Hey Y'ALL!"

In between them is a big fat chicken. Which was probably cooked right after getting its portrait done. Probably with a recipe from one of the Paula magazines.

How odd. Surreal.

I took this photo for Janice who wonders why I never say y'all even though I am from Texas. Just like I took the photo of the mannequins I posted yesterday for Carol. These aren't things I would typically photograph but somehow my eye caught these and I took the photos. Somehow, somewhere, I was influenced by them.

What are your reactions to this photo? Am I way off? Is it bizarre to you or just normal? I would love to know!


PS: Thanks Janice for sending me a photo of your tits:)

Paula Deen Food

For those who don't know, Paula Deen is a famous cook and has a TV show in USA. And she has a restaurant called Lady and Sons in Savannah. Since everyone in my family is a foodie, naturally we had to go there.

The first thing I saw outside the restaurant was this.

No it wasn't the actual Paula Deen. It was a cardboard cutout of her. With her beaming smile and her gorgeous full figured body. Come and eat y'all! She seemed to say.

So we went towards to reception area and saw this.

Oh no! How could that be possible? Surely they had a spot or two? Nope.

So here is how it works. If you are serious about eating there, you show up at 9:30 in the morning and get a reservation for that day. Lunch or dinner. So we decided to come back the next day and get the reservations.

When we arrived at 9:15, the lines were thus.

They were all around the building. It was crazy.

Fortunately, we got lunch reservation for 1:30.

When we came back after a few hours, I was greeted by this Paula cutout inside the restaurant.

Looks a tad thinner. What do think? I personally wonder how she got from a size 12 to size 0. And what does that mean? So many thoughts pop up in my head right now but I will spare you the details. But be warned. I will post something about this soon.

Anyways. Once we got in, there was no actual Paula or her cute sons. There was food, food, marvelous food. As soon as you sit down, a waitress shows up and serves you a home made biscuit, a pancake, butter and syrup. And then you go get your food.

I believe that all of us ran towards the buffet. There was a salad bar somewhere but sorry... I don't even think I looked at it.

The menu that day was:

Fried Chicken
Baked Chicken
Pork
Creamed corn
Mashed Potatoes
Lima beans
Collard Greens
Yams
etc...
etc...

Oye... Even writing about this makes me drool...

All I can say is that eating at Paula Deen's restaurant was absolutely the number 1 experience in Savannah.

I can't wait to go again!