BJ's is deep in Pizza
2 years ago, my first visit to BJ's Brewery. I was sure it was just another burger place like Red Robin. From all the buzz on the street about it, it was a hot spot. My family decided to go. It was a Friday night, the worst time to go to a restaurant. We pulled up tons of people waiting outside and I immediately thought the worst. I was not in the mood to wait an hour just to have a burger and fries.
I walked in and saw how hoppin this place was. Bar striatum ahead and tables and booths every where else. Even a view of the brewery. The intoxicating smell of angus burgers and fresh fries.
We sat down and immediately our waiter came, introduced himself and got our drinks. Maybe 5 minutes later our order was in the kitchen.
For being so crowded the service was excellent. Refills before I ran out of soda, checking on you every 5 minutes to make sure the food is good.
The waiters are very pleasant. They address you by sir and ma'am. They clear the plates away when you are done eating. Motto mention the cute waiters that bring you your pizookie.
BJ's is definitely the place to go for burgers and fries.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Friday, October 7, 2011
Noel
December 25, 1996. Christmas at the Lehman Household. It is such a merry time. Opening presents and laughing at jokes. One of the best times of the year. The photo I chose to talk about is a picture of my grandfather looking at me like I'm some weird looking thing he has never seen before. In this picture i am about 2 years old. I am wearing the baggiest jeans and I'm ripping apart my grandpas Christmas present. This picture is really the only one of my grandfather and I together. So I cant remember what actually happened.
My grandfather is the typical stubborn man. He had his funny saying, some way to inappropriate to repeat although I have heard them before. I don't know who he got that from because I never met his parents. My grandfather is a man who served his country in WW2. He is a man that served in the navy. He served on the landing craft as a mechanic. He was a very strict man. With his family and his life. he believed in doing a good job. He is a man who appreciated building things. He built 2 houses. His house and his sons house. He would always build them to be perfect. Not one thing wrong. My grandpa had many sayings. For example: (kind of gross): "Where ever you be, let your wind blow free!" that is one of millions. He was a very complex man.
In this picture he is in his older days. And he doesnt remember me. Sitting in the rocking chair that my grandmother now loves. Probably because it keeps her sane since he is not there. He looks at me as if he just saw something amazing. I can understand because hei s watching me as I open his huge christmas present for him. Me with my thin ringlet curly blonde hair. And my fingers in my mouth. His stay-at-home nurse sitting next to him organizing his presents. and my sister flipping her hair about because she is so happy she got a curious george umbrella. And my mom at the table messing with the ribbons and bows just waiting until my cousin luara comes over to stick them on her head. Just barely seeing my Aunt Candy's arm on the couch but knowing she is saving her presents till later. This is my family. And this picture is my grandfather.
My grandfather is the typical stubborn man. He had his funny saying, some way to inappropriate to repeat although I have heard them before. I don't know who he got that from because I never met his parents. My grandfather is a man who served his country in WW2. He is a man that served in the navy. He served on the landing craft as a mechanic. He was a very strict man. With his family and his life. he believed in doing a good job. He is a man who appreciated building things. He built 2 houses. His house and his sons house. He would always build them to be perfect. Not one thing wrong. My grandpa had many sayings. For example: (kind of gross): "Where ever you be, let your wind blow free!" that is one of millions. He was a very complex man.
In this picture he is in his older days. And he doesnt remember me. Sitting in the rocking chair that my grandmother now loves. Probably because it keeps her sane since he is not there. He looks at me as if he just saw something amazing. I can understand because hei s watching me as I open his huge christmas present for him. Me with my thin ringlet curly blonde hair. And my fingers in my mouth. His stay-at-home nurse sitting next to him organizing his presents. and my sister flipping her hair about because she is so happy she got a curious george umbrella. And my mom at the table messing with the ribbons and bows just waiting until my cousin luara comes over to stick them on her head. Just barely seeing my Aunt Candy's arm on the couch but knowing she is saving her presents till later. This is my family. And this picture is my grandfather.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Monologue
So I'm supposed to come up and tell you this BIG funny monologue. As if I know how to write a monologue! My humor is definitely not what teenagers these days think is funny. I'm more the person who doesnt really get "funny". I'm so blonde that I dont even understand blonde jokes. For example: Why dont blondes eat jello?...... Because they cant figure out how to get two cups of water into those little packages. I have absolutley no idea what this means! Yea tell me about it. I might be school smart, but I'm as dumb as a rock when it comes to humor smart. I bet this tiny monologue isnt even funny.
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