People save for savings time?

Okay, before I collapse into a deep and wonderful coma thought I'd post another one. Mostly I want to see what time it shows up as once I do because of daylight savings time. It's not supposed to start until 2:00 I know, but stranger things have happened. Like in first year when a bar full of people actually conviced the manager to stay open for an hour longer. And then he actually managed to convince the cops that it was justified when they came to shut it down. Ahh... those were the days.

Speaking of those days. Macaroni Grill was bliss tonight. I'm sorry, but best Italian food outside of Italy is in Boston. And I've been to Italy and quite a few other places so I say that with some degree of knowledge. From the North End to your buddies grandmother...oh I'd almost forgotten what I was missing in Toronto. Not to say that it's bad in Toronto, just the opposite. I really like some of the places around and it's not bad by a long stretch. I've been in some 'Italian' restaurants some places and wanted to tell them exactly how much a disgrace the food in front of me was to the word pasta, but Toronto has had enough immigration from Italy that it's never happend there. Oh but god...I'm happy. First, the bread. I could easily make a meal out of that bread. It's like heaven and dough kneaded and baked. So good. Then came my unsweetened homemade iced tea, not Nestea cop-out crap but real tea, and my caesar salad. Kind of hard to screw up a caesar salad and indeed they did not. There weren't any hearts in there either so that made it even more welcome. But the pasta. Indescribably good but I will try. At Macaroni Grill they have a great selection, but my family always goes for the 'make your own' option. They basically hand you a pad of paper with choices on it and you just check off boxes (including salad, I obviously checked caesar) until you like what you see. For me it was farfalle, which means butterfly in Italian not 'bowtie' as they're called on most boxes you buy them in. Okay, back to the dish. Farfalle pasta, then I chose to add artichoke hearts, mushrooms, and sundried tomatoes to add a little sweet. I covered that in their tomato cream sauce, nice and balanced a great shade of pink. Then because I thought "why the hell not" right before I remembered I wasn't paying for it (thanks Mom!), I added grilled chicken, with a sidenote to blacken it a bit. They messed up the order at first (which actually made it free, but really it wasn't brought by our waitress and he just screwed up the tables. Apparently he was new. It was no big deal but still, the manager gave it to us for free) but Jesus, Mary, and Joseph was that good. I could not NOT finish it. Delicious. Then because I hadn't had a cake for my birthday it was my 'birthday' and the richest, heaviest chocolate wise, oozing with chocolate syrup, lots of whipped cream, topped with nuts, and massive...did I say massive...(there were five of us and emily and we couldn't finish it, it's still in the fridge) brownie. Two bites was all I could manage. And people wonder why I love pasta. If you grew up eating like this when you went to a restaurant you would too!

Back to daylight savings time. Who the hell came up with the catchy little phrase 'spring ahead, fall back?' I'd really like to start giving credit where credit is due but no one seems to be able to answer that question here (Boston area peeps). As a side note, Johnny Damon was on SNL. Sweet. Bite me Yankee$ fans. I'm also curious to know if anyone besides the nice gentleman I sat next to on the T back to Wakefield (what a god-awful line that was going into North Station) has the tradition of actually finding something to save suring daylight savings time. From what he described to me it's almost like a New Years resolution. In the fall, when you gain an hour, you find something you wouldn't normally keep and hold onto it. Be it a memory you write down, article of clothing, or some junk item you make sure you don't lose it. In the Spring when you lose an hour you do the opposite. You find something you've been keeping around and get rid of it. Apparently the fall one is a lot harder, and I was suprised to learn that in his family it never works out that what you keep in the fall you get rid of in the Spring. That's what I'd do. Well maybe not, I've been accused of being a pack rat before. Interesting conversations to be had. See? Train 48 isn't so full of it! I guess I should give a shout out to his son who goes to McGill. Small world of ex-pats or something like that.

It's Halloween tomorrow. And I don't have a costume because I came home. I guess I'm not going out trick or treating then. Like hell. I haven't missed a night ever and I'm not about to start now. Maybe I can get into the scavenger hunt, who knows? I'll definately take Emily around though. She's happy we're back but she's used to the idea that we come and go a lot now. I think she's old enough to understand more then she used to. Which makes sense since she's growing up. She can read really well too now, no more passing notes to keep it from her, she'd just read it and ask awkward questions. Is that how you spell that word? If so it suits it, it looks awkward (again spelling?).

Okay now I'm rambling time for sleep. The interesting adventure that was getting a Christmas card photo wore me out more then I thought it had. Yes I'm blaming that instead of lack of sleep, a bus ride from hell, and the thought of homework for being tired. I didn't ever say I was rational so there!

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