c made me join this silly contest, the abdominator, and that means being photographed and agreeing to give $10 to the winner (most improved over 90 days.) the amazing thing about this “contest” that Peet came up with, is that all the people who signed up have unbelievably great abs. i wish i could post all the photos to show you that these are the best abs you ever saw in your life!, not the photo i’m showing you obviously of my “abs” but the photos of ALL the other people who signed up for the abdomintor… i joined because #1. c made me. and #2. i thought there shoud be a token fat guy to make the thing more interesting.
No. i do not plan to change my eating or my non- exercise habits for this contest.
yes, i plan to pay the winner $10 because i want to show my support as the boss.
i never thought in a million years i would post a pic of my belly online… c nearly had a heart attack laughing as she drew this horse on my stomach. i am posting this so that the other participants in the abdominbator can and will agree to their pics being posted so that we might expand the “judging” phase to a broader audience.
i am now finished with my back to back friday/ saturday doubles in the kitchen. it was overall a good weekend, despite the fact that we basically went down in flames as we delivered the wrong calzone to the wrong person, re-made the wrong calzone and found out it was still wrong a second time, and finally at 10:30 pm delivered the right calzone, undercooked, to the right person, an hour late…
and had to heat and add anchovies to a large pie at the same time because somebody, namely me, forgot to put them on there before we baked the pizza.
but i still chalk it up as a good weekend because:
1. we had a mad musician and a sick musician cancel and we learned a lot and found a nice entertainer replacement.
2. people were waiting for a table even though it was about minus a million and ten degeees outside. (i thought this was a phenomenon until matt told me that he waited 45 minutes for a table on friday night at applebees. for the record, he wasn’t going to actually eat at applebees but just meet some family and get a drink.)
3. even though both my kitchen managers are out of town and in la la love land with their freshie mamas… we managed to survive and get through it wihtout too much incedent, except for the ones previously mentioned and those might have happened anyway all except me working two doubles in a row…
and 4. my mom and sister and neice and nephew are coming to visit tomorrow and that will make my weekend a great one!
can you still love me if my belly is enlarged? but what if i’m on the pizza/ beer/ brownie diet? can’t i get points for that?
eat satchel’s pizza/ why? because we try hard.