Kitten’s Mewlings

[EDIT - THIS IS PARTIALLY STRICTLY A TRIPLEL POST]

As you can see, I’ve changed the look of my blog again. That last background was wonderful, but too many complaints led to me mirroring it to make it a little more readable, but it wasn’t working for me.

So I took a little free shopping spree on over at Se7en’s freebies page. I had to pick between this one and the "pink scrolls". This one just fit better.

When I showed Big Ed my new page, he got slightly jealous, then excited and asked where I got the layout. When I showed him, he found one he liked and asked if I could customize it for him. His choice? *giggle* the Forest Faerie layout. As you can see, we took some liberties with that layout. OF COURSE, Se7en still is credited with the layout, all I did was change the color of the lines and exchanged the faerie with travel stuff.

What Big Ed doesn’t know is that I’ve emailed Se7en to request pricing on a custom layout for him. For those of you who don’t know, Se7en runs Blogs Gone Wild, a lovely little page with lots of options (for a price) for those who don’t know a lot about html or customizing their own page. AND, he’s got a summer-time sale going on…wooo!

Ok, maybe I’m doing a little bit of shameless pushing for a friend, but hey, can ya blame me? He’s a great guy, I’ve met him and bought him lunch. And that was BEFORE he fully developed the idea for this little web-based business!

But, yea, new layout here AND over at Big Ed’s place. It was a rather relaxing weekend, even if I’m more broke than I should be and still have to buy my sister’s babyshower gift.

Oh, and I need a new Super Nintendo AC Adapter…know where I can get one? Nintendorepairshop.com is a possibility, but I want it NOW, not in a few days/weeks. How’m I supposed to play my Star Wars games? Yea, so I talked my brother out of the systems and the games (hell, he only plays that multi-player online playstation crap anyway…I like it older school…like THE Nintendo and the Super Nintendo…too young for Atari, but I have one…it doesn’t work though). Now I just gotta talk Big Ed into letting me hook ‘em up to the tv….He doesn’t believe in tv game consoles; insists on PC gaming. It’s not about the GAME, it’s about the FUN. You can’t replicate the feeling of plugging in all the cords, unravelling the controllers, playing with the RF Switch with a loose wire, and enjoying hours of thumb-numbing games.

Well, I best go to sleep; big day of fighting with The Bitch at work tomorrow. *rolls eyes*

I’m a food lover. That’s no secret. I savor every bite, and it is beginning to show. C once made some remark about wishing to come back in his next life as a chunk of food to have me look at him the same way (jackass!).

Earlier tonight I told Big Ed that I was in the mood to go out tonight, but not like the usual outing for food; I asked if he knew of anything small and unusual. After much thinking, he asked how I liked German food. To be honest, I’ve never been to a strictly German restaurant before, which made his mind up instantly. The only problem was he couldn’t remember the name of the place and wasn’t sure if it was still snuggled in the heart of Fort Worth. We made the trip on the faith that it was there, and even if it wasn’t, there’d be plenty of options to choose from.

We arrived and saw the flickering and half-lit sign for Edelweiss Restaurant. One step inside the door and you realize why it is rated #1 in Fort Worth (according to Yahoo!Travel)…it’s something you have to see; it can’t be described. I will admit it was a tad crowded with tables, but only roughly 75% of the seats were filled (though I hear it’s jam-packed Saturday nights). I will also admit that a few of the waitresses (the ones that weren’t older than 25) were complimented quite nicely in their uniforms, one most in particular…. (picture something like this, but a little more waist-hugging and sexy on the long legged waitress).

I was warned before I sat down that the food comes in mass quantities. I was prepared enough, I thought, to be able to munch one slice of bread, nibble the salad, then get to my Hungarian Veal Goulosh. To be honest, I barely made a dent in it when I realized I was full. This NEVER happens to me! But it was just.so.much.food! My plate was a little over a foot wide, oblong, and piled AT LEAST four inches high! My only complaint about the place, no isn’t the portions, it’s the price, but DAMN is it worth it! Roughly $12-$16 a plate, but the doggybag will feed ya a few more meals!

While we enjoyed our expensive meal (our final total, including tip was $60), we were serenaded by the owner himself who came out to sing ‘happy birthday’ and any requests for a young 60-something man and his party. He even did a rendition of Elvis’ Jailhouse Rock (which is one of my favorites), and returned to the stage and faced those of us behind the dance floor…I even got his attention (I think it was my shirt partly, the rest my major smile) and it seemed he was singing TO ME for that brief song…it ended with a wink *giggle*. The "band" stopped playing and allowed him his time (after all, he IS the boss). This band consisted of an accordian player and a keyboardist/singer. They are a treat! And our waitress was a bit of a gossipper, spilling the beans about one woman sitting all alone at a table near the stage — she’s the accordian’s stalker! She, maybe 250lbs, comes by every night and only leaves when the band finishes. Keep in mind, the guy she’s ’stalking’ plays the accordian (alright, I admit, that takes FANCY finger work), is rather on the farther side of fourty (at least), and is no slim-jim himself.

I must also remark on the little "beer tabs" sitting at the table. There were these pieces of business-card-like paper with a triangle perferated in the middle with the appetizer list on one side and the other with this:

Take the triangle and put it, like a bookmark, over the edge of your cup. Viola! They won’t touch your drink while you PEE PEE. *giggle*

Ok, I must be off to bed now; just remember, if you’re ever in the Fort Worth area, I highly recommend this place. After all, I wouldn’t have titled this post "Damn Good Eatin’" for nothin’!