I LOVE reading the news. I check the news more often than I drink water. There are three stories this past week that really made me think about how mentally unstable some people really are. I have to warn you, if you scare easily at the thought that someone died, don't read these, but they're so interesting that it's worth having nightmares for a few night in a row. It's just bizarre.
Here's story #1.
http://www.foxnews.com/us/2010/10/21/police-calif-woman-drove-mummified-homeless-body-months/
Let me highlight some key points.
This lady let a homeless lady sleep in her car at night (very generous of her), but then one day she found her dead.
Now right there, I would call the police and just say that there was a dead person in my car. Way better than what she did next.
She drove around with a DEAD body for 3-10 months. The body was partially mummified and they could not determine exactly how long she was dead. She said she was too afraid to call the police.
Problem with this woman? I'd say so.
Here are the red flags. She did nothing to remove the dead body in the car, drove around with it for months, then she didn't even know how long the homeless person was dead! My opinion? Give her a break. She's didn't kill her.
Verdict: Mentally Insane, not a new hobby.
Story #2
http://www.foxnews.com/us/2010/10/28/baby-killed-interrupting-moms-facebook-time/?test=latestnews
In a nut shell, this mother was playing farmville on facebook (and probably for days straight without sleep) while her small child kept crying. What does she do? Shakes the baby, takes a smoke, then shakes it til it's dead. Her own kid! Gee golly. How obsessed can one be? Her fault. Put her in jail. Otherwise, lets just say...
Verdict: New Hobby
Story #3
http://www.foxnews.com/us/2010/10/26/police-pa-mom-killed-newborns-kept-bones/
A woman secretly had seven children without anyone knowing. I don't know how on earth that could happen since I get so moody during pregnancy; everyone knows. Her husband and daughter go snooping in her closet and find the bones from 5 different kids. 4 of them were born alive and the other was thought to be stillborn. Who knows how long these bodies have been there? Long enough to be bones. And who wants to sleep with their dead infants in their closets?
There is seriously a major problem with the woman. But, maybe she needs a break. She must have some wires crossed in her brain, or she's missing half of it. Otherwise, I think it's safe to conclude:
Verdict: Mentally Insane
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
5 Buck Pizza Restaurant Review
John and I have a goal to go to every restaurant in Rexburg before we move out. That will be pretty easy since most places are super cheap and we only have twentyish restaurants left to visit in the next two years.
A new super cheap eatery opened up just a few weeks ago called 5 Buck Pizza. It's just as it sounds. They have 5 or 6 different pizzas that are 5 bucks. Since I've been here in Rexburg, everyone buys the $5 Hot and Ready Pizzas from Little Caesars and they do really well because, let's face it, college kids want more quantity with their five bucks than quality. After years of consuming Little Caesars pizza, it was time to move on for me. I dislike their pizzas, but breadsticks are good enough to live off of.
So, here's the review for 5 Buck Pizza located on Main Street.
Food Quality 5/10
It taste like a homemade pizza that I make. The crust had too much flour on it and had no extra seasoning. The sauce was also unseasoned, but tasted like any pizza sauce. I don't think they used real cheese and it was obvious. The top off the pizza was greasier than my face was in high school, but had fewer pepperonis. Maybe an average of 3 pepperoni pieces per slice. Normal, healthy people would probably soak up this excess grease with a sponge or several paper towels, but I just ate it.
Price 8/10
It was 5 bucks for a 14 inch. What more is there to say. Only, here is what I don't understand...
Notice that the Pizza logo says "All Toppings Free". Well, if the toppings are free, why does it cost more for pepperoni, sausage, and pineapple? That doesn't sound like free toppings.
Customer Service 9/10
They were nice, fast, and didn't pick their nose. Pretty good to me.
Cleanliness 6/10
You can watch them make the pizza. The area that they used to make the pizza looked clean, however, they did not wear gloves to put the toppings on. I even saw one girl handle the cash, then make a pizza. Of course, some of the germs are killed in the oven, but still doesn't cut it for me.
Atmosphere 6/10
They tried to make it a sports theme. The walls were decorated, but here's the thing. We are BYU-IDAHO students. Yet, all their sports stuff was from BYU Provo. Don't they understand that we always back talk BYU Provo? Why on earth paint the walls with autograph pictures from players that don't even play pro? Pathetic if you ask me.
Overall, I'd go there again. I wouldn't take my parents there for a gourmet meal, but I will go when I only have 5 bucks left in my budget and I'm too lazy to open a can of tuna.
A new super cheap eatery opened up just a few weeks ago called 5 Buck Pizza. It's just as it sounds. They have 5 or 6 different pizzas that are 5 bucks. Since I've been here in Rexburg, everyone buys the $5 Hot and Ready Pizzas from Little Caesars and they do really well because, let's face it, college kids want more quantity with their five bucks than quality. After years of consuming Little Caesars pizza, it was time to move on for me. I dislike their pizzas, but breadsticks are good enough to live off of.
So, here's the review for 5 Buck Pizza located on Main Street.
Food Quality 5/10
It taste like a homemade pizza that I make. The crust had too much flour on it and had no extra seasoning. The sauce was also unseasoned, but tasted like any pizza sauce. I don't think they used real cheese and it was obvious. The top off the pizza was greasier than my face was in high school, but had fewer pepperonis. Maybe an average of 3 pepperoni pieces per slice. Normal, healthy people would probably soak up this excess grease with a sponge or several paper towels, but I just ate it.
Price 8/10
It was 5 bucks for a 14 inch. What more is there to say. Only, here is what I don't understand...
Notice that the Pizza logo says "All Toppings Free". Well, if the toppings are free, why does it cost more for pepperoni, sausage, and pineapple? That doesn't sound like free toppings.
Customer Service 9/10
They were nice, fast, and didn't pick their nose. Pretty good to me.
Cleanliness 6/10
You can watch them make the pizza. The area that they used to make the pizza looked clean, however, they did not wear gloves to put the toppings on. I even saw one girl handle the cash, then make a pizza. Of course, some of the germs are killed in the oven, but still doesn't cut it for me.
Atmosphere 6/10
They tried to make it a sports theme. The walls were decorated, but here's the thing. We are BYU-IDAHO students. Yet, all their sports stuff was from BYU Provo. Don't they understand that we always back talk BYU Provo? Why on earth paint the walls with autograph pictures from players that don't even play pro? Pathetic if you ask me.
Overall, I'd go there again. I wouldn't take my parents there for a gourmet meal, but I will go when I only have 5 bucks left in my budget and I'm too lazy to open a can of tuna.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Wow! That's a Step Up!
My husband works as a banker at Chase bank. He grabs people that come into the bank, has them sit down at his desk, then helps them get the goods. He just got moved to a new branch and there is a wide variety of people that come in. Some without shoes, teeth, or a hair brush; but most of them seem pretty normal.
Several times, while making small talk, the subject comes up about John just moving here from California. And do you know what the response is! "Wow! That's a step up!" What? What's a step up because I know you're not talking about Idaho being a step up from California. Now, I live in Idaho and I really like it here. It's my home now and heck, even my drivers license and my voting registration is in Idaho. But NOBODY insults MY homeland. These past few days after fuming about this comment, I've been trying to come up with ways to respond to these people. Don't worry. I even have the entire conversation in my head and I am willing to type the whole thing out just for you! (John will be my voice, and Farmer Fred is the Idahoan)
(Bank Conversation into the small talk)
Farmer Fred: So, John you from around these parts?
John: No, I just moved here from California.
Farmer Fred: Wow! That's a step up!
John: Yeah, well, of course it's a step up if you like no fresh fruit, no museums, no historical attractions, no cultural diversity, restaurants that serve rubber food, fewer educated people, slow pace, the smell of poop, stagnant economy, lack of professional jobs, and no Disneyland. Then, yes, it is a step up.
Farmer Fred: Yep.
Don't forget, I love Idaho, but don't be baggin' on my homeland.
So, some may think that there is too much pride in California. However, what they call Pride, I call UNITY.
Several times, while making small talk, the subject comes up about John just moving here from California. And do you know what the response is! "Wow! That's a step up!" What? What's a step up because I know you're not talking about Idaho being a step up from California. Now, I live in Idaho and I really like it here. It's my home now and heck, even my drivers license and my voting registration is in Idaho. But NOBODY insults MY homeland. These past few days after fuming about this comment, I've been trying to come up with ways to respond to these people. Don't worry. I even have the entire conversation in my head and I am willing to type the whole thing out just for you! (John will be my voice, and Farmer Fred is the Idahoan)
(Bank Conversation into the small talk)
Farmer Fred: So, John you from around these parts?
John: No, I just moved here from California.
Farmer Fred: Wow! That's a step up!
John: Yeah, well, of course it's a step up if you like no fresh fruit, no museums, no historical attractions, no cultural diversity, restaurants that serve rubber food, fewer educated people, slow pace, the smell of poop, stagnant economy, lack of professional jobs, and no Disneyland. Then, yes, it is a step up.
Farmer Fred: Yep.
Don't forget, I love Idaho, but don't be baggin' on my homeland.
So, some may think that there is too much pride in California. However, what they call Pride, I call UNITY.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Blogging Obsessive? Yep.
My sister and I are going through this crazy blogging stage in our lives. Let me explain:
When I was younger and I heard about people having blogs and writing about their lives online, I always thought that it was dumb. I mean, who really wants and online journal for everyone to read? And even more importantly, who thinks that people actually are interested? I never wanted anyone to read my "Dear Diary, Austin Larmer breathed on me today; he's so cute" entries. So why make it public for the entire world to see and and give them leverage to make fun of you? (I still to this day get teased about having a crush on Austin Larmer for a day which ended quickly when my brother and sister harassed me about it. Yet, 20 years later, my family still giggles about it.) Now, here's the part where I am going crazy. Most days, I just walk around town and do my normal things and I constantly think, "I need to blog about that!" This occurs a handful of times each day. But every time, I think, who would even care? Nobody, except for my sister Amanda who would read it even if she didn't care, then call me and laugh at me about it.
Eye Break
However, that didn't stop me from starting the "observations about nothing" blog. If you don't read it, I don't care. Sometimes I just want to write about stuff, but I definitely don't want to clog up our nice family blog with boring entries such as "A Really Big House". And that's where observations about nothing comes in.
Here, this is for you Amanda.
When I was younger and I heard about people having blogs and writing about their lives online, I always thought that it was dumb. I mean, who really wants and online journal for everyone to read? And even more importantly, who thinks that people actually are interested? I never wanted anyone to read my "Dear Diary, Austin Larmer breathed on me today; he's so cute" entries. So why make it public for the entire world to see and and give them leverage to make fun of you? (I still to this day get teased about having a crush on Austin Larmer for a day which ended quickly when my brother and sister harassed me about it. Yet, 20 years later, my family still giggles about it.) Now, here's the part where I am going crazy. Most days, I just walk around town and do my normal things and I constantly think, "I need to blog about that!" This occurs a handful of times each day. But every time, I think, who would even care? Nobody, except for my sister Amanda who would read it even if she didn't care, then call me and laugh at me about it.
Eye Break
However, that didn't stop me from starting the "observations about nothing" blog. If you don't read it, I don't care. Sometimes I just want to write about stuff, but I definitely don't want to clog up our nice family blog with boring entries such as "A Really Big House". And that's where observations about nothing comes in.
Here, this is for you Amanda.
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