Last nite was the Jonas Brothers concert. Isabel and I had a blast and I will do a review with Izzy tomorrow. We got there early and waited in line to get a tshirt that cost more than the tickets!! Then I bought a $5 diet Pepsi. It must have something special in it to jack the price up that much, huh?? Anyway, we found our seats which were actually pretty good. We were centerstage 4 sections back. We thought we’d be able to see perfectly!
Anyway… sitting in front of us was a mom and her daughter who I am guessing was about 10 years old. This lady irritated the crap out of me!! She stood up almost the entire time- even when her daughter was sitting. Now I’m not dumb, I’ve been to concerts before and I know standing is normal. But when it’s a concert clearly for the teens and little girls there, the mom’s really shouldn’t be the one blocking a little girl’s line of vision. I wanted to stand up, but rarely did out of respect for the tween behind me. I wanted her to be able to enjoy the concert! That’s what moms do, right? Anyway, this lady- who was taller than me and, well, wider than me and Isabel, not only stood the whole time, she moved over and over again. I’d have Isabel stand directly in front of me so she could see and eventually the lady would be standing right in front of Isabel. I’d shift Izzy to the left, the lady would shift to the left. It was ridiculous. It was more annoying when her daughter was sitting and she was still standing. And the thing is- she still could have seen while sitting because there was a little girl in front of her- not a woman. It bugged. I think it bugged me more than Isabel, so that’s good.
And next to us was some pouty teenager. I don’t know what her deal was. But she left like 5 or 6 different times- which wasn’t a huge deal, just kinda annoying. I don’t know, maybe she had diarrhea… But when she left right at the very end of “S.O.S”- the encore song- it was rude! I mean, everyone is standing, clapping, jumping, yelling, relishing the final moments of the concert, and we had to stop, back up, let her thru… Kinda ruined the moment. But what-evah. Tad awards to y’all!
If I was 12 years old again I’d totally have Jonas Brothers posters up in my room. And maybe Menudo too… They opened for them and were so dang cute.
That is all.
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I give them a Tad Award. Tad was the name of the fish on Finding Nemo that says “I’m obnoxious.” That’s where the name came from. 
You can read about other Tad Award recipients by clicking here. 
The last winner is the dumb lady driving on the highway that needed to HANG UP AND DRIVE. I admit occasionally I have talked on the phone while driving but never when trying to merge and never if it was impeding my driving. This woman was swerving and driving like 15 mph too slow. I mean, it was dangerous. At 1st I thought it was a really old lady, then I realized she was just on her phone. That pisses me off so much. She’s endangering everyone around her just because she doesn’t want to hang up. Yep- Tad award all the way.
So, there you have it. The Tad Award winners all found in a 2 hour span yesterday. All I want is when you’re driving: 1) be polite and 2) hang up your freakin’ phone! Is that too much to ask???
I received a comment the other day on my 100 Things About Me post. (I deleted it because no one would see it there. I thought it’d be funner to make it more public!) I’m guessing this person has never read my blog before and only read my 100 Things Posts and Tori Tidbits. And since reading those 3 posts makes Riot Grrl (who I’m not sure is actually a female or just without ballz) an expert she felt she could leave me this comment:
**Riot Grrl has left a new comment on your post “The other half”:
Re: #95. I can understand quite a bit of Spanish, but I don’t really want to learn to speak it. Don’t get me started on my reasoning behind that.
AND the Canada; gay uncles commentsa
You’re probably a scary woman underneath this Carol Brady facade. I have this gut feeling that you’re really somewhat racist and homophobic deep down inside but only discuss your stereotypes and misconceptions about other cultures with your close friends and family, who probably think the same way you do. **
Well… after discussing this comment with my Samoan husband and Mexican brother-in-law I thought it’d be fun to address it. (And since you came back like every 10 minutes for the next 2 hours I’m pretty sure you were hoping I’d respond…) We all know how I feel about anonymous comments, but I guess Riot Grrl missed that post… Now it will be easy for her to find because it is filed under the “Tad Award Winner” label also.
Let me 1st address the Spanish issue Ms. Grrl: I understand quite a bit of Spanish and my husband is fluent in Spanish because he served an LDS mission in Venezuela and – oh no- he’s also Polynesian. (So according to your “gut” I probably hate him too, huh? Oh the horror!!) My ex-husband was fluent in Tex-Mex, meaning he could speak Spanish slang. I tried to learn to speak Spanish and his family laughed at me when I would try. They also talked to me/about me like I was stupid even though they couldn’t speak English after being the 3rd generation born in the USA. That turned me off big time and I no longer desire to learn it. I don’t have a problem with hispanic people or Spanish speakers in general. HELLO- my 3 oldest kids are 1/2 hispanic and I love them just as much as my 1/4 Samoan kids. 
I just don’t have the desire to learn Spanish anymore because of my experiences in the past. And for the record: When my hubby speaks in Spanish now I think it is HAWT! And he doesn’t laugh at me when I try to speak Spanish. I also heart Enrique Iglesias singing in English or Spanish.
Canada: 1st, my loyal reader & friend Yvonne lives there. Hi Yvonne! I’m sure this part just bothered you because you’re commenting from Canada. I admit I make Canadian jokes- much like Canadians make American jokes- but it’s all in fun. I’ve been there several times & my husband’s ex-wife lives there as do my step-daughters. They tease me about my southern accent and I tease them for their Canadian accents. And if you had read more on my blog before you jumped to your ignorant assumptions (And everyone knows what ASS-U-ming can do…) you would have known that. So, just chill, eh. Be proud to live in the country leading the world in being just north of the United States. You go Grrl.
Gay uncles: I just found it interesting that my ex and my husband both have gay uncles. I don’t know anyone else who’s ex and husband each have a gay uncle. How does that make me homophobic? My brother-in-law is gay also and I love him. Any arguments or whatever I’ve ever had with him have had nothing to do with his sexuality.
So, Riot Grrl, any other dumb assumptions or accusations you and your gut would like to make? You didn’t link to a blog so I could find out more about you so I only have your ignorant comment to go by which is really sad. It’s totally won you a Tad Award and I know right where you can stick put it. Congrats. Also, ANYONE who has read my blog for the past year and half knows that I am SOOOOO not Carol Brady. The whole “Brady” thing has to do with our family- his, mine and ours- and the fact that I’m full of silly Brady trivia. What, your “gut” didn’t tell you that? Don’t mess with Texas Chica (Like my Spanish?) because you know we’re all rednecks carrying shotguns…
ALMOST
The other day I was pulling into a gas station to get gas. Ok, this is how the pumps were laid out:
X X X
I’ve been thinking about weird things I do and I was wondering if they really are “weird” or if anyone else does things like this too… ~ When I’m vacuuming and something is too stuck down in the carpet so the vacuum won’t pick it up, I’ll pick it up and move it back in front of the vacuum so it can suck it up. ~ If I get one hand wet, I have to get the other one wet. Like today I got some jelly on my right hand, but when I washed it off I had to get my left hand wet too. ~ I’ll go downstairs to get, oh let’s say some paper towels out of the laundry room, but while I’m there I’ll start doing laundry, reorganize the shelves, vacuum, and then an hour later I’m thinking “Why did I come down here?” ~ When I am filling my car with gas (in the gas tank for all those people making fart jokes at my expense) I have to stop on a number that ends with .00 or .50. Sei will often stop on a random number just to annoy me. ~ When I buy a new jug of laundry detergent, even if I still have some left in my other jug, I have to use some of the new one- especially if it’s a new brand or scent. This goes for shampoo, lotion, hair spray, new brand of baby diapers for Livie, etc… ~ If I know the quotes to a movie I can’t help but quote them while I’m watching it. It drives Sei crazy. ~ I think I told y’all this before, but I swallow my gum. I chew it for 10 minutes tops and I have to swallow it. ~ When I’m going to the airport to catch a flight I will check probably 37 times to make sure I have my tickets. Even if I KNOW I have them, I still have to check over and over again. ~ I have the strong need to defend Texas. Like today, Sei and I were talking to a guy and he said something like, “Well, I grew up in Texas and we aren’t real great with numbers…” Oh no you DIHN’T! I said, “Hey! I’m from Texas!” I think that caught him off guard. He was all like, “Oh, well… I just use that joke up here in Utah because people usually look down on Texans like we’re stupid.” Gee, I wonder why dumba$$. I was bugged. Bad. Tad award to you POSER TEXAN. No REAL Texan would talk trash about Texas.
Lauren’s loser anonymous wasn’t the only one I’ve seen- but it was recent and it
And the whole time she’s mumbling about me not leaving her any room, blah, blah blah. And right in the middle of her bitchin’ a BIG truck, like a “Hi! I am a manly cowboy man driving my huge truck that requires a small step ladder to get into…” BIG truck drove around the same side of my car as she had had so much “trouble” getting around! It was classic. I just smiled at her, got in my car and drove away as she stood there looking like an idiot. I would give her a Tad Award, but since she was old and obviously grumpy and probably lonely and hasn’t had $ex in years…. I’ll let her off with a warning.
You Are 40% Weird
Normal enough to know that you’re weird…
But too freakin’ weird to do anything about it!
It’s time for a Tad Award. It’s been a while, which I guess is a good thing. But, I feel the need to hand one out to ANONYMOUS commenter. I, personally, haven’t had any rude, anonymous comments. (And maybe I’m asking for it now…BRING IT.) I have had irritating comments under weird names, but I was always able to trace them back to my husband. Thanks Babe. Anyway… just lately I’ve noticed ANONYMOUS comments on other people’s blogs- RUDE comments at that- and I just think that’s wrong.
Welp, it’s official. Sei and I are being sued. I’m not worried about it at all. Our car insurance is providing the lawyer, so it’s not a big deal. But this guy deserves a Tad Award and a kick in the butt. I know y’all are busy and don’t have time to go read all my old posts, so I’ll give you a quick recap. Last July Sei and I were in a car wreck. We were headed east and had turned left (north) onto a street. We had passed the house we were looking for, so Sei was turning almost an immediate left into a drive way for us to turn around. Well, Mr. P (as I will call him from now on) comes north across 5 lanes of traffic (speeding obviously) and then he notices we’re turning into the driveway. So what does he do? He swerves around us to the left!! He rammed into our left front fender and the whole front fender fell off except for a little part hanging on. Mr. P jumps out of his car (which had a scratch down the right side now) and stands there with his hands up in the air yelling, “What the F&#K were you thinkin’ Man?!?!” I got out to keep Sei from getting in a fight and the guy keeps cussing at us and yelling. Then he walks over to his car and yells “F^#K!!!” really loud & kicks it. Sei just ignored him and called the cops. I stared at Mr. P like he is a complete loser and said, “We’re all fine I think. I’m gonna check on my babies.” (Taj wasn’t even 3 at the time and Livie was almost 6 months.) His face was like, “Crap.” He got all nice, “Oh, you have kids in there? Are they ok?” I just wanted to say “Shut up you freakin’ butthole and go kick your car some more.”
When the cop got there Mr. P told him we were bustin’ a U and he was trying to avoid us. Again- why would he swerve left instead of right or since we were in front of him, why didn’t he stop? Doesn’t make sense. Obviously speed had to have been a factor. Anyway- the cop didn’t assign fault to anyone. He knows that the way the guy swerved didn’t make sense, but since Sei didn’t use a signal (Sei doesn’t think he did since he had just turned…) it put him in a weird situation.
Anyway… Mr. P went to the freakin’ hospital that nite claiming his neck hurt. Um, ok. It was our van that was thrown 10-15 feet. His SUV had a scratch on the right fender. And usually if you’re gonna be stiff or whatever it’s the next day. I knew he was gonna be the type to try to get money out of it. So now, over a year later, we have been served with a lawsuit. He’s suing for more than $25,000 for medical bills and pain and suffering. I told Sei that I could come up with some injuries. We could blame Taj’s temper tantrums on the accident or something…
I am SOOOOOO hoping we go to court. The only witnesses besides the drivers were me and Mr. P’s friends. So, the insurance company said that if his friends were gonna be witnesses, than so could I. I would LOVE to be on the witness stand and say, “Maybe Mr. P injured himself when he jumped out of his car screaming profanities at us or perhaps when he kicked his car he pulled something…” It’s all ridiculous and rather comical, I think. It will be interesting to see how it turns out.
So anyway… Mr. P, instead of $25,000 you get a fish trophy. Congrats butthead.
We’ve got a doozie this time. What is the correct spelling of “Doozie” anyway? Doozy? Doozee? Whatever the correct spelling is, this woman and her children… my head is hurting just thinking about them. Ok, here’s the story. Sei and I had some killer coupons (Thanks again Gina!!) for Chuck E. Ch33se. So, we loaded up the 9-seater and took the crew. When we got there it wasn’t too busy. I found a couple of booths that were like 2 booths away from a mom and her 4 or 5 kids. From the get-go I noticed this totally obnoxious kid dressed in green. I’ll call him Green from now on. This boy was Rosemary’s baby. I’m positive. There is no way he wasn’t the spawn of Satan. He was jumping on top of the kiddie rides- surfing on a yellow Hummer right in front of his mom. Livie was riding in a trolley and he came and basically slid in on top of her. Ok, Green is probably 10 years old. Livie is 1 1/2. It scared her when he crawled in on top of her, so she jumped out. Then he started crawling on top of the trolley almost stepping on Taj’s head as he did this. I told him “Don’t crawl up there.” He just looked at me like I was speaking in French and crawled on top. I saw him and his siblings yell at other kids, slap each other, push kids out of games, and eventually tear up their tickets and put them in the ticket counting machine one piece at a time. This helped triple their tickets. All of this while their mom was watching. Now, I try not to judge other moms too harshly because I know my kids and I am not perfect. But, I know if my kids were acting like Green and his siblings, someone would be calling 9-1-1 about a mom beating her kids in between the Skeeball games and the Wheel of Fortune. My description can not do this story justice. This kid and his siblings were HORRIBLE. Sei moved all our stuff to another table because we were so irritated with his mom’s lack of… ANYTHING. She never told him to get down off the yellow Hummer. He told her how he was cheating the ticket counter machine and she just said “Ok, well hurry up.” She watched him slap his sister and didn’t even have a concerned look on her face. I call my kids “spazzes”- ok, they are freakin’ angels compared to this kid. When games wouldn’t work right he would get this psycho look on his face and start beating the machine. Kicking it and shaking it. He was running and ran head 1st into a padded pole. Why? I don’t know. But I think maybe he’s done that 1 too many times. He was a little off. He was jumping over booths, dancing on tables, running full speed thru the little kids playing… Mom just sat there and pretended not to notice. As they left the restaurant I wanted to start clapping, but no one would have heard it over Green screaming at the top of his lungs, “I LOVE CHUCK E. CH33SE!! I LOVE CHUCK . CH33SE!!!”
And for all this Green, his siblings and most of all HIS MOTHER earn a Tad Award. You can’t buy that with stolen tickets.
I know, I know. At this rate I may be the only person not to receive a Tad Award and that’s probably only because I’m the one handing them out. The award today goes to Stockton To Malone Honda in Sandy, Utah. Seiuli’s truck was on the fritz, so we heard a great lie deal on the radio about $189 a month for a new Honda. Now, we aren’t stupid. We knew there was going to be more to it, but when Sei got there they wanted like $4000 down and it was actually a lease so he’d owe a balloon payment of like $16,000 in 3 years. Yeah…moving on. They found a used Accord and started working out a deal. Sei told them we were poor wanting a low monthly payment and it’s like they had never heard that before. It took hours and hours to get a deal worked out. Sei was there for like 6 hours calling me every half hour to see how the deal sounded since I spend all the money handle all the finances. Ridiculous. I say ridiculous because when we bought our Yukon it took like 2.5 hours from test drive to taking the car home. Ok, so Sei works out this deal and writes them a $2000 down payment check. They cashed it electronically.
