Yeah, I'm looking at you

Once upon a time, many moons ago, while gathering the courage to paint the nursery, I painted a chalkboard panel in the kitchen.

To jog the memory.

Gah, that seems like forever ago.

Well, it was more time-consuming than I'd hoped.

In that post, I recommended against using the standard issue blue painter's tape.  Well, guess what?  The people that make the blue painter's tape, 3M, heard me.  I don't know how because I never even mentioned their name in the original post but they heard me.  About a week after that post went up, I got an email from 3M, asking me why I was talking shit about them.  I was like, cuz your shit don't work.  And they were all, well can we send you some shit to change your mind?  And I was like, shit yeah!

Possibly with a little less cursing.  Incidentally, if you ever meet me in real life I don't curse near as much as I do when I write.  I don't know what that's about.

ANYWAY, I'd forgotten all about it because you know, I was having a baby and whatnot.  But one day, this box comes.  With all this shit in it.

Never you mind all the laundry in the background

I was shocked!  Cool, right?  I haven't painted anything since the kitchen but I'll definitely use the tape they sent because, free loot!  

ALSO, when I talked about the stuff you need when you have a baby?  I mentioned my breast pump by name and a Hygeia person tweeted me that they liked my post!  AND, back when I finished the nursery and wrote that post, a producer from THE NATE BERKUS SHOW contacted me about submitting my pictures for their show!!  I emailed back and forth with her for a while but again, having the baby trumped everything and I haven't heard back from them.  That reminds me, I should follow up with them because hello!!  TV!

My point is, it's the internet and they can hear you.  So I'm hoping I get heard one more time.

When I was in Kansas a couple of weeks ago, we met my dad at Jack Stack's Barbecue for lunch.  My dad was just inside the door waiting on us when we arrived.  The small foyer/waiting area was full so my mom and I maneuvered the snap n go further in the doorway so as not to block other people arriving.  We passed the hostess stand without bumping into anyone and I was about to take a seat when I caught a serious stink-eye from the hostess.  With loads of attitude, she looked at my mother and me and said, "Would you like to put your name on the list?"  I cranked my neck so hard!  If you could have seen the disdain coming from this girl!

Immediately, I got extra with her.  "My father is already here and he has already put our name on the list."

Not to be outdone, she countered.  "We don't have room for your stroller.  You'll have to put your carseat in the slings that we have."

I'msorryWHAT?  Oh no bitch.  Call my shoes ugly, take away my birthday, but Don't. EVEN. Address Anything to do with my child.  I nearly hopped right over that hostess stand to let her know just how grave a mistake she just made messing with Mama Bear, but I thought better of it.

I Tweeted about the place. 

I went to their Facebook page.

Now I'm blogging about it and I hope they hear me.  I mean, for crying out loud, look at where they sat us!

This isn't the greatest picture in the world, but trust me when I tell you there was plenty of room for the snap n go.  The sling they made me put the carseat in took up the exact same amount of floor space!  And there was a gentleman in a fully motorized wheelchair just two tables away from us!  No room, my ass.

Sofia's like, it's all good, I'm still fly.

Yes you are baby, yes you are.

Unfortunately, our server wasn't any better and the food was so-so.  I've had better barbecue at the Wyandot Barbecue up the street from my house and Gates near my old high school.

So, I'm looking at you Jack Stack and I hope you hear me.  And even if you don't, I'm sure someone will and think twice about eating there.  

It's the internet y'all.  They can hear you and that's a good thing.