FDA Approves Warning Label For Vietnamese Noodles

And it will read "Eat Slowly - You Won't Know You're Full For An Hour". I think I'm going to die. Next time I'll order the large soup. Yeah. This was my first step into Vietnamese waters, and I think I like it. I love that they put a giant ketchup bottle full of hot sauce on the table. Awesome.

Today I'm happy because I was completely lazy yesterday. I sat around watching TV and clipping tidbits out of magazines. (I keep little binders filled with craft and decorating ideas, exercise tips, and recipes, but I can't seem to keep my important financial documents in any kind of cohesive system - priorities.)

Because I was completely lazy yesterday, I have little to write of. So remember that third grade teacher, Ms. Hoyt? She was a pretty, sweet little roundish woman, probably not older than late-20s at the time, and she LOVED that she was a teacher. Everyone listened to her, and she never had to raise her voice - with a bunch of nine-year-olds, that's something. But here's the kicker. For my tenth birthday, we had a big slumber party with several of my best girlfriends, and we were out lounging in the hot tub (even then I was a mad pimp), and out walks Ms. Hoyt! (She was such a badass, I invited her to my birthday party - but who figured she'd actually COME?) She ate black forest cake with us (to date, still the best damn cake I've ever had) and hung out for a little while. There are little things that someone can do to show that they really care about what they do, and a teacher showing up to a ten year-old girl's birthday party is definitely one of those things. I've invoked her name in reports of inspirational people who had an effect on me as recently as college.


This is a shot of the chandelier at Bay Street Theatre that was taken while Jason's band was recording there. I just think it's awesome.