Pardon me. What's the soup de jour?

Well, I ended up going to work on Saturday. The worst part of the whole thing was waking up at 3:30 am. Yuck! Anyway I went into work and everyone was surprised to see me. They were even more surprised when I strapped on a work belt and started helping in the warehouse. The employees seemed genuinely appreciative of my help and the smiles they were giving me were genuine instead of the fake “here comes a Manager” smiles I would get in the past. I spent 6 hours working with a guy I met (Ignacio) cutting open boxes, hanging clothes on racks, and organizing the clothes into smaller boxes. Unfortunately, after 6 hours my foot started hurting where I broke it and I had to stop. It is still hurting and I am a little concerned. I think I just strained it though.

Afterwards, I drove home and relaxed on the couch watching TV with Vanessa. I was tired and a little crabby, but I tried hard not to show my crabbiness. We decided to go to El Cholo (La Habra location) for dinner. I have heard from several people, including Vanessa, that it is a great Mexican restaurant. Our favorite restaurant, The Cat and the Custard Cup, is right next to it so we always go past it, but never go in. I was expecting a little too much after hearing so many great things, so I was a little disappointed. Overall it was still good, but there was no way it could live up to all of the hype I had heard. Plus my food was cold, so that didn't help.

There was a Mariachi band walking around playing requests. I usually avoid these guys, because I am never quite sure what to do while they are playing. The requests they were getting sucked: La Bamba, La Cucaracha, and Tequila. So when they came over to me I asked them to play an old Mexican ballad. They seemed to wake them up a little and we enjoyed it.

Sunday was full of football. After getting a much-needed haircut I settled in and watched the games. We watched the Eagles and Falcons game at our place and headed over to my dad’s to watch the Patriots and Steelers. I had a great time. But then again, how could I not? Watching the Patriots crush the Steelers after sharing 2 ½ bottles of wine with my dad was great! After the game we ordered pizza and watched some cop movie before turning on Dumb and Dumber. Vanessa and my dad seemed a little taken back with my ability to say the lines with the movie or say them before the next scene even started. I think I have seen that movie 40 times by now.