January 31, 2007
I Would NOT Give My Left Hand....
I never knew how much I used my left hand until today....
Or opening pill bottles
Or lifting luggage onto the security screening belt at the airport
Or lifting luggage into the overhead bins on the plane
Rubbing lotion on your right arm
Those are just the few I have had issues with in the past few hours.
Want to know why? It's in the next post....
Me vs. The Knife
Today was my first trip with the new company. Columbus, OH
I left the office at 10:30 to go home, relax some, make lunch and finish packing before I left for the airport at 1:30 for a 4:00 departure.
Running low on food, I decided to make a turkey burger. Now, I remember going with Morrigan to buy these turkey burgers at Costco over a year ago. I inherited them when I bought the house. So, they have been in the freezer the whole time.
The turkey burgers were stuck together. All my regular knives were in the dishwasher so I grabbed the butcher knife to break them apart. Holding them with my left hand and trying to pry them with the knife with my right hand...I either slipped or made it through the burgers, straight into the palm of my left hand.
After freaking out for a split second, I grabbed a dishtowel. While applying pressure, I think, "shit, what have I cleaned up with this towel? What germs are getting into this cut”?
At this point, I wasn't sure how bad I had hurt myself. I knew if it was just a cut, to run it under water. But it was certainly more than just a cut.
The bleeding wasn't stopping and I wasn't sure what was going to happen, so I called Morrigan. I believe my greeting was, "I just stabbed myself in my hand with a knife. Please just stay on the phone with me."
Haha, now that I think about that, what an awful way to start a call. She kept me calm though. My main worry was how about if I passed out or something...someone needed to know.
So, while gripping the towel, on the phone with Morrigan, I am trying to take off my new white sweater. I would say just a couple of minutes after stabbing it, I go sit down in the bathroom and remove the towel to see a gash about 3/4 of an inch, tons of blood and my hand curled up.
Off to Urgent Care. This is where I found out how much I drive with just my left hand. I could barely park without my left hand...craziness!!
I went into urgent care and they started to hand me paperwork. At this point, I tell the lady at the front desk that I stabbed the palm of my hand. She asked to see it and then brings me promptly to the back to get it cleaned and wrapped temporarily until they can see me.
Once they could see me, the nurses went back and forth between stitches or not, tetanus shot or not. Finally, they decided yes to the tetanus shot (since I wasn't 100% positive if I had one in the past 10 years). They had a doctor take a look at my hand who said no to the stitches. She called it a puncture wound and said it needed to heal from the inside out. I can't say that I was disappointed by that....I really didn't want stitches in my hand!!
After opening the wound about 5 times to see the depth, they irrigated it (that sucked a little), applied steri-strips and wrapped it up. The whole time, I'm watching the clock, explaining to them I have to be out of there by 1pm so I can go catch a flight. They were very understanding.
Fast forward through the packing, driving, carrying luggage, etc to tonight at dinner with my boss, a fellow employee and a former client. I order a Oak Roasted Chicken, expecting just a regular sized chicken breast. Nope....here comes a whole roasted chicken with a huge knife in the top of it....and the whole table busts out in laughter. I must tell you, I was a bit nervous trying to carve that chicken. But I tell you, that was the best damn chicken I have ever had!!
So I now have been asked several times who I beat up, as my hand is completely wrapped in gauze.
Now excuse me, it's time to relieve the throbbing with some vodka....
January 29, 2007
I've been using this site Calorie Counter to track my calorie intake and expenditure. It's very cool. You can either look up foods or enter nutritional information for food (such as calories, fat, fiber, cholesterol, etc). It grades the food you intake (A through F) and it grades you for the day. It also tracks your weight each time you enter it into the system. There is also a toolbar you can download that gives you quick access to their site, allows you to search for foods, and gives you a visual "eat meter" to show you how you are doing for the day.
I'm having a lot of fun with this site. The most fun is the different activities that are listed and how many calories they burn.
Sexual Activity, Passive - Light Effort, Kissing, Hugging - 108 calories an hour
Sexual Activity, General - Moderate Effort - 140 calories an hour
Sexual Activity, Active - Vigorous Effort- 162 calories an hour
Quiet Standing Quietly (Standing in a Line) - 130 calories an hour
Quiet Sitting Quietly and Watching Television - 108 calories an hour
Cooking Indian Bread On An Outside Stove - 325 calories an hour
Playing a woodwind - 218 calories an hour
Sitting in Meetings - 162 calories an hour
Sitting on the toilet - 108 calories an hour
Driving - 216 calories an hour
Walking to and from an Outhouse - 271 calories an hour
Knitting or Wrapping Presents - 162 calories an hour
Butchering Animals - 650 calories and hour
So there you go....
January 25, 2007
I'm only about 200 visitors away from hitting 100,000. I'm also 3 weeks away from my 2 year blogiversary. I thought it'd be cool if they both hit on the same day, but that's not going to happen.....
But anyway, I'm guessing tomorrow or Saturday. Now, I won't be giving out cool prizes like T1G, but they'll be sure to get a little linky love.
January 24, 2007
Will this be Contagion's next beer review?
From ABC News.
AMSTERDAM, Netherlands Jan 24, 2007 (AP)— After a long day hunting, there's nothing like wrapping your paw around a cold bottle of beer. So Terrie Berenden, a pet shop owner in the southern Dutch town of Zelhem, created a beer for her Weimaraners made from beef extract and malt.
"Once a year we go to Austria to hunt with our dogs, and at the end of the day we sit on the verandah and drink a beer. So we thought, my dog also has earned it," she said.
Berenden consigned a local brewery to make and bottle the nonalcoholic beer, branded as Kwispelbier. It was introduced to the market last week and advertised it as "a beer for your best friend."
"Kwispel" is the Dutch word for wagging a tail.
The beer is fit for human consumption, Berenden said. But at euro1.65 ($2.14) a bottle, it's about four times more expensive than a Heineken.
I went to my initial consultation for Lasik surgery today.
It wasn't as detailed as I expected. I'm not sure if it's because it was a free consultation so they want to make it quick. Maybe because they could tell I did my research. I don't know. I was just expecting them to walk me through more.
They took the "pictures" of my eyes, printed the information out, the doctor took a look, came in and took a look at my eyes, and then said I was a perfect candidate for Lasik (versus other types of surgery out there), talked about how contacts can mis-shape the eye but mine hadn't done that much. That was it.
I talked to the sales person/admin and she immediately started talking about the next appointment, which is a full 2 hour eye exam. I asked her about price and after my discount for my vision insurance, it'll be $2095 per eye. I asked her if there was anything else I needed to know. She said no, just what I needed to do for the next exam.
So, I didn't leave with the warm and fuzzies. But I didn't leave with any fear of the facility or anything.
I originally chose Piedmont Better Vision to even look into because I have such good luck with the Piedmont hospital and doctors.
So, we'll see. At least I know approximately what to contribute for my Flex Spending Account, what to budget, etc.
Drunk or Blind
I had to wear my glasses today as I went to my Lasik Consultation. I've mentioned before how much I hate them. That still hasn't changed.
After the appointment, I had errands to run and another appointment, so I didn't have time to put my contacts back in.
While at the mall, I found myself stumbling on my steps, side swiping things, tripping over the stairs, and needing extra time to find my place on the escalator. I was just all out of sorts!
I think the worst was when I didn't see the curb to stepdown, and fell.
The prescription is less than a year old...so it's not that. It's the fact that I can see shit peripherally.
Then, while driving, I would "see" things out of the corner of my eye....a light, a reflection off something, that would make me feel like a car was right next to me, I was running into something or someone was coming at me. Same thing when I came home. I found myself and one point jump into a defense stance as I could have sworn I saw someone out of the corner of my eye.
So needless to say, I am anxiously awaiting this surgery.
I'll have to wear my glasses for 3 days before my full exam and then for a couple of weeks before the surgery. That's if I make it to the surgery with the way I'm running into things!
January 21, 2007
I wonder if the same creature that steals socks out of the dryer is the one that steals the lids to my tupperware?
January 18, 2007
No TV For You
Has anyone not seen or at least heard of the Seinfeld scene about the "Soup Nazi?"
I mean, I don't even watch Seinfeld and I know about this scene!
While heading out to lunch today, we were discussing something, and someone said "No ______ for you” I can't even remember what the actual topic was. But anyway, at that point, I asked if they were the "_____ nazi" The girl that had made statement cracked up...understanding where that came from.
The other girl with us gave me the meanest look ever. Now, I'm pretty certain she's not of any religion that would take a deep personal offense to that statement, and even so....the guy that was with us was Jewish and he laughed.
I immediately attempted to explain myself, asking her if she had ever seen the episode. She said no, she never watched the show. I said, still, you have to know of this scene. It's like one of the top 100 scenes from television. She had no clue.
Now, this girl is extremely smart. She's really into fashion, culture, fitness, etc. However, when it came to television or music, naive isn't the word to describe her.
I don't think she was mad, I think it caught her off guard. Throughout lunch we had a good time, laughed and what not. I just find it extremely funny that she has no idea what we were talking about.
So tell me, are there people, despite how little TV they watch, that don't know of some of the top scenes in television?
Careful Whose Ass You Kiss
So work has gone well up to this point. Looks like it'll be a tough but good job with great experience. I like the people. The company seems to be pretty good.
Everything has been going well, up until today. I take that back, today even went well except for this event:
I had to attend a laptop training today. Mind you, I have trained systems before and am pretty decent with computers. I really doubt they could show me something I don't already know or couldn't figure out. But I will appease them. No biggy...gives me something to do.
So I arrive a tad early and get a little time to chat with the instructor. At one point, I make the comment that you have to be nice to your IT folks and that I'd have to buy him a drink sometime. I've made that joke at every place I've worked. Actually, it's not so much of a joke. I do kiss up to the IT people and if given the opportunity, I do try and do something for them. Those are the people to have on your side!
So, as I'm leaving, he asks, "Were you serious about that drink?" I nonchalantly said, "Sure, we'll have to do that sometime." Not thinking too much of it. If we did go, it wouldn't be so bad...he was funny, and hey....gotta get in good with the IT people.
Later on, I was at my cubical, waiting for my laptop to be delivered from a different IT guy. However, to my surprise, the guy I owe a drink to shows up with it. He sets it all up, we joke back and forth and with a few others around. Then, the girl that sits next to me asked if he wanted to go to lunch with us. He accepts and I end up having to ride with him to the restaurant.
This is where I find out that we aren't just joking back and forth, he is flirting. And he's laying it on thick. Too thick for my comfort! When we get to the restaurant, I am sure to make it where we aren't sitting right next to each other. I knew I needed to start giving signs to show that I was interested. I was polite, but definitely didn't return any of his flirtations. I actually made the attempt to seem a lot different from him. He has a kid and I am assuming is in his late 30's early 40's. I made it a point to mention that I was 25 during lunch. We were then talking about going out, going to bars and what not when he made the statement that he doesn't drink. So I made it a point to say how often I drank. I may have sounded like a lush, but at that point...I didn't care.
Afterward, the girls that were with us made the comment of how he was "googling" me during lunch and was laying it on pretty thick. They had no knowledge of anything that had previously happened.
So we ride back, where I find out he lives 1/4 of a mile from me. Just great! I rush to a meeting and hope that's the last of that for awhile.
Then I get an email from him. I waited a little while to read it. I was dreading what it might say. To sum it up, he asked if I was serious about drinks and that if so, he would love to. The email was as forward as you can get without coming right out and saying I'm interested.
I didn't reply. Not yet. And now I'm kicking myself because I'm sure he put a read receipt on that thing!
He's a nice guy. He's a funny guy. If you've seen Sex & the City, he's basically the divorce lawyer guy Charlotte marries after her 1st husband. He's not my type, not at all.
And the thing is, if he wouldn't have been so forward....if he wouldn't have laid it on so thick, I would have no problem going out for a drink, shooting some pool and just hanging out. None at all. But the fact of the matter is, if I do go, he's going to take it wrong. And I don't want to be miserable the whole time because I know that each of us is there for different reasons.
So, the girls next to me think it's hysterical. I don't find it as amusing as they do.
Bring On The Sheriff
I got this letter today from Nationwide Collections. It's in reference to an amount of $66.94 due to Columbia House. The only time I was ever a member of Columbia House was when I was in college. That was 7 years ago.
Not that I 100% believe that I owe this (and I will research it), but why am I JUST NOW getting something. I realize that a lot of stuff has changed on my credit report recently due to paying a bunch of stuff off and buying the house. I realize I have moved a whole bunch and they have probably not been able to keep up with my address. Fine.
If I truly in fact owe this, I have no problem paying it. It's $60. It's almost not worth the search.
However, what pisses me off. What will ensure I research it. And what makes me NOT want to pay it is the following statement in the letter:
You leave us no alternative but to consider commencing legal action. Check the appropriate line below and return this letter to me today:
The sheriff should serve any legal Claim and Summons at:
A) my home .........................
B) elsewhere, give details ..........................
If you fail to reply, the Sheriff would normally serve any summons at your home.
It goes on to say how it'll ruin my credit and I will never be able to buy a home or a car if I don't pay this....so on and so forth.
What I'm laughing my ass off at is the idea of a sheriff coming to my home, because when I was 18, I supposedly did not pay them this $66.84.
I unfortunately just burned all my bills and records from 99-2004 so I have no proof of when the account was opened, closed, paid, etc. So, I'm sure I'll end up paying it.
Maybe I should let them send the sheriff. Maybe he'd be cute. Or then maybe something serious would happen and some life would be lost or some criminal would get away because I'm being served a summons because of $60.
Too freaking funny!
I'm an 8 hours of sleep girl. For as long as I remember, I would always sleep 8, maybe 8 1/2 hours, and wake up. No alarm, just internal clock.
My schedule got all thrown off around the holidays in addition to having 2 weeks off with almost no early morning responsibilities.
I pretty much stayed up anywhere between 2am and 6am. I get motivated in the evenings for some reason. Because of that, I would sleep until around 11 or 12 in th afternoon.
Since I've started the new job, I've tried to get to bed on time, and haven't been able to fall asleep. I started this "new schedule" over the weekend....it still hasn't worked.
I took some stuff to knock me out the past couple of nights after already laying in bed for a few hours.
I still haven't had 8 hours of sleep since the weekend. I thought by now I'd be exhausted and would go to bed at 10pm. I tried...it didn't work.
I refused to take anything tonight. I didn't want to depend on something to put me to sleep.
So, it's now 130am. I have to be up in a few hours. Now, I know some of you, especially the moms, would love to get 5-6 hours of sleep. So please excuse my whinning.
I don't know what I'm going to have to do to get back to a normal sleep schedule. But I need to do it soon. I can't keep yawning during my meetings at work. Not a good first impression.
So now I'm going to attempt again, for the 3rd time this evening, to go to bed. Geez, I can't wait until Saturday to sleep in!
January 16, 2007
Got this via email, thought it was pretty funny...
I had a date the other night at my place. On the phone the day before, the girl asked me to "Cook her something she's never had before" for dinner. After many minutes of scratching my head over what to make, I finally settled on something she has DEFINITELY never eaten. I got out my trusty case of military MREs... Meal, Ready-to-Eat. Field rations that, when eaten in their entirety, contain 3000+ calories.
Here's what I made: I took three of the Ham Slices out of their plastic packets, took out three of the Pork Chops, three packets of Chicken-a-la-King, and eight packets of dehydrated butter noodles and some dehydrated/rehydrated rice. I cooked the Ham Slices and Pork Chops in one pan, sautéed in shaved garlic and olive oil.
In another pot, I blended the Chicken a-la-king, noodles, and rice together to make a sort of mush that looked suspiciously like succotash. I added some spices, and blended everything together in a glass pan that I then cooked in the oven for about 35 minutes at 450 degrees. When I took it out, it looked like, well, ham slices, pork chops, and a bed of yellow poop. I covered the tops of the meat with the MRE cheese (Kind of like Velveeta) and added some green sprinkly thingies from one of my spice cans (hey, if it's got green sprinkly thingies on it, it looks fancy right?)
For dessert, I took four MRE Pound Cakes, mashed 'em up, added five packets of cocoa powder, powdered coffee cream, and some water. I heated it up and stirred it until it looked like a sort of chunky gelatinous organism, and I sprinkled powdered sugar on top of it. Voila --- Ranger Pudding.
For alcoholic drinks, I took the rest of my bottle of Military Special Vodka (yes, they DO make a type of liquor named "Military Special"--it sells for $4.35 per fifth at the Class Six ) and mixed in four packets of "Electrolytes - 1 each - Cherry flavored" (I swear, the packet says that). It looked like an eerie kool-aid with sparkles in it (that was the electrolytes I guess... could've been leftover sand from Egypt).
I lit two candles, put a vase of wildflowers in the middle, and set the table with my best set of Ralph Lauren Academy-series China (that shit is EXPENSIVE... my set of 8 place settings cost me over $600 on sale at the Camp Lejeune PX ), and put the alcoholic rink in a crystal wine decanter. She came over, and I had some appetizers already made of MRE spaghetti-with-meatballs set in small cups.
She saw the dinner, saw the food, and said "This looks INCREDIBLE!!!" We dug in, and she was loving the food. Throughout the meal, she kept asking me how long it took me to make it, and kept remarking that I obviously knew a thing or two about cooking fine meals. She kind of balked at the makeshift "wine" I had set out, but after she tried it I guess she liked it because she drank four glasses during dinner.
At the end of the main course, when I served the dessert, she squealed with delight at the "Chocolate mousse" I had made. Huh? Chocolate what? Okay... yeah... it's Chocolate Moose. Took me HOURS to make... yup.
Later on, as we were watching a movie, she excused herself to use my restroom. While she was in there, I heard her say softly to herself "uh oh" and a resounding but petite fart punctuated her utterance of dismay. Let the games begin. She sprayed about half a can of air freshener (Air Freshener, 1 each, Orange scent. Yup. The military even makes smellgood) and returned to the couch, this time with an obvious pained look.
After 10 more minutes she excused herself again, and retreated to the bathroom for the second time, I could hear her say "What the hell is WRONG with me???" as she again sent flatulent shockwaves into the porcelain bowl. This time, they sounded kinda wet, and I heard the toilet paper roll being employed, and again, LOTS more air freshener.
Back to the couch. She smiles meekly as she decides to sit on the chair instead of next to me. She sits on my chair, knees pulled up to her chest, kind of rocking back and forth slightly.
Suddenly, without a word, she ROCKETED up and FLEW to the bathroom, slammed the door, and didn't come out for 30 minutes. I turned the movie up because I didn't want her to hear me laughing so hard that tears were streaming down my cheeks.
She came out with a slightly gray pallor to her face, and said "I am SOOOOOO sorry. I have NO idea what is wrong with me. I am so embarrassed, I can't believe I keep running to your bathroom!!" I gave her an Imodium AD, and she finally settled down and relaxed.
Later on, she asked me again what I had made for dinner, because she had enjoyed it so much. I calmly took her into the kitchen and showed her all the used MRE bags and packets in the trash can. After explaining to her that she had eaten roughly 9,000 calories of "Marine Corps Field Rations" she turned stark white, looked at me incredulously, and said "I ate 9,000 calories of dehydrated food that was made 3 years ago?"
After I concurred, she grabbed her coat and keys, and took off without a word. She called me yesterday. Seems she didn't have a bowel movement for 5 days, and when she finally did, the smell was so bad, her roommate could smell it from down the hall. She also told me she had been working out nonstop to combat the high caloric intake, and that she never wanted me to cook dinner for her again, unless she was PERSONALLY there to inspect the food beforehand.
It was a fun date. She laughed about it eventually and said that was the first time she'd ever crapped at guy's house on a date. She'd been so upset by it she was in tears in the bathroom while I had been in tears on> the couch. I know ... I'm an Asshole, but it was still a funny night.
January 15, 2007
Girl Scout Marketing
It's that time again. Girl Scout Cookie Time.
My sister is already hitting me up! As well as all my friends. Hey, my stepmom is even going to deliver them to Atlanta for the ones that order from me. Now that's some service ;-)
So anyway...Lil sis made the following. A future in marketing?
Last Evening of Unemployment
I've enjoyed being unemployed for the past 2 weeks. I have visited friends and family. I've unpacked, put together furniture and an elliptical machine, painted, and done some much needed shopping. I spent the weekend relaxing, went and got a massage and a facial. It's been a quick 2 weeks.
Tomorrow I start my new job. I'm going to miss staying up until 4 am and sleeping in until whenever. However, I am excited to get back into the swing of things. Despite getting a paycheck every 2 weeks for the past 6 months, I wasn't really working too much. Seriously, most of my time was spent surfing the internet, doing school work and solving account issues for customers. That's about it. I have high hopes for this new company. It looks promising.
Did I mention my new job is less than 2 miles away? I don't have to be in until 8:30. I can roll out of bed at 8:00 with enough time to get to work. I love it!
Ok, I've had enough. I am getting my eye surgery this year!
The past couple of weeks I've been getting pretty bad headaches and couldn't figure out why. Then finally today, one of my contacts was bothering me. I removed them both, put on my glasses. 30 minutes later, my headache was gone.
I hate wearing my glasses. I don't like looking peripherally and not being able to see clearly. Despite being a new prescription, I still don't see as clearly with my glasses as I do with my contacts. Despite the quality of the lenses, I hate the light and metal reflections I get on the sides of the lenses that cause me to think something is flying around my head.
So I will start researching, yet again, prices, different choices, and the best time frame. With my new job, I cannot take vacation for 6 months or sick leave for 3 months. My hope is that I could do it over a 3 day weekend.
So those of you that have had lasik done or known of others that have had it done, I am open to your stories and suggestions.
What Kind of Food Are You?
|You Are Mexican Food|
You pull punches, but people still love you.
Stolen from Blog Sis VW.
January 11, 2007
First it was Law & Order SVU on Tuesday. Then tonight, it was Grey's Anatomy and ER.
All episodes that leave something to be answered in the next week's episode. No mini-conclusions. It's like being in the middle of a movie, and the power goes out.
I realize that's the point of TV series. But I need some type of resolution at the end of an episode. How do you expect me to wait a whole week to see whether someone lives or dies, gets together or breaks up, leaves or returns! It's just not fair!
Stolen from Blog Sis VW.
After much searching (and by much, I mean months of searching within a 350 mile radius) for a hutch for my dining room, I found one at World Market. It was a little more than I wanted to pay...until a coupon came out for 40% off 1 item.
Well, this particular piece of furniture comes in 2 separate pieces. So, I brought one coupon to one World Market to buy the bottom part. Then I brought another coupon to a different World Market and bought the top part.
Each piece was about 150 lbs, boxed. I somehow slid the pieces out of my truck and finagled them into the house. I opened them up downstairs, scooted, flopped and turned to get it to the stairs and then took about 30 minutes each trying to push them up the stairs. It probably wasn't the smartest idea. There were a few times I thought for sure the piece was going to push me back down the stairs.
However, while pushing these large pieces of wood up the stairs, my face was buried into them.....and I thought for sure I was going to hurl on the stairs. The wood reeked of tequila. I thought for sure the wood was made of tequila some how. Just the slight smell of it brought me back to New Years, and ramming my head into the car door via the fire hydrant. It was like seeing the drunkest parts of my life flash before my eyes.
I'm not sure how to get the smell out. I'm sure I need to wipe the thing down with something. Otherwise, every time I walk past the thing....I'm going to have terrible flashbacks!
January 08, 2007
Last year, for my birthday, Morrigan, Bou and her boys and I had a little fondue party. It was also my first time having fondue.
I saved room for the chocolate fondue. The cheese fondue didn't do it much for me. Too much of a wine taste for me.
Well, as an appetizer last night, Napster wanted to fix up some cheese fondue with her new, nifty fondue maker. I told her about the wine incident and she only used half of what the recipe called for.
And I still couldn't do it. Spurs showed me the expensive cheese the stuff is made with, and it smelled like feet. I tried a couple of bites, and it still wasn't appetizing. Spurs agreed with me, so we tried to "fix it".
So, after throwing in 4 slices of Kraft Singles, some Julio's seasoning and some salsa.....it still tasted like foot cheese!
There's a recipe in the book for monterey jack and cheddar. That's the kind I will be making with the fondue maker I got for Christmas (which seemed to be a hot item this Christmas). I will be making the poor girl's, ghetto fondue!
January 07, 2007
Does dog shampoo burn your scalp?
I have broken down and purchased a Wii....
It's SO worth it!
I don't care how fancy or good the graphics are on an XBox or Playstation 19, the Wii is FUN!
I brought it straight to my family's house where we stayed up until 2am playing tennis, baseball, bowling, golf and boxing. I am freaking sore. It's just sad. But we all were! It still didn't keep us from playing it again the next day.
I then brought it to Spurs and Napster's place where we did the same. We tried a few of the other games that I have purchased. Napster's specialty seems to be Monkey Ball.
I've been surprised with how accurate the system picks up movements with the wireless controller. Hell, it even picks up my bad curves when bowling!
I haven't had the opportunity to really sit down with it at home and play with all the in's and out's. However, two of the things I'm really looking forward to is the fact that it plays Gamecube games (which are pretty cheap, and fun) and that you can go online with this thing and buy old games such as Mario Brothers and Donkey Kong.
So, if anyone has been interested...it is well worth the $250! (go ahead and pick up the extra controllers and nunchucks if you see them....you'll need them!)
Now excuse me while I go beat the crap out of Spurs in boxing! ;-)