But I Want Ribs – Part 1

December 17th, 2009

Hello everyone and welcome to another special epsiode of the Thursday Blog, the only blog in history to be claimed as a national treasure by more than one country. In fact for years numerous countries have tried to claim it as their own. England sent their Navy, Russia sent their Army, Japan sent their Ninja’s and the US sent Nicolas Cage. To date no country can claim it as their own but Nicolas Cage did get 2 movie deals out of it.
I really hope you enjoyed last weeks episode. The little story was incredibly hard to write as I couldn’t use any words that started with vowels unless they were in the code. By the end I started to lose the plot  - changing words that started with a vowel to words beginning with an E only for my Princess to point out E is also a vowel. Also I checked it over 10 times to see if it would work and every time I would yell “darn it” because I would see a word not in the code that started with an M and for some reason I was convinced that M was a vowel. I would calm down, start checking again, see the word “many” and go “Oh, I give up this is too ha….. oh”.
Today’s episode is a ponder on just how fortunate a good-looking guy like me is. Forgetting that I am married to the most beautiful woman in existence, and that my Princess and I have a daughter that makes grown people in the street stop and start convulsing with weird noises of “ohhhhhhh it’s a ohhh it’s a ahhhhhh” – if we leave that aside because that puts me in the “luckiest guy on the planet” category; I am still very fortunate and I believe there is a chance you may be too.
This all starts with a request from my Princess in downtown Amsterdam. This episode is called:
But I want ribs – part 1
It was August and instead of battling a cold winter in Sydney we were enjoying extremely hot weather in the only place to be during June to November – the northern hemisphere. My Princess and I were visting a very famous and close friend of mine – Spronky – in Amsterdam. We arrived early that morning and we had something planned for later that afternoon so we caught a bus into downtown Amsterdam. Now Amsterdam gets a bad rap from time to time and I was scared it was all going to be drugs, rock n roll, and everything in between. I started closing my eyes every 2 seconds because I would see big signs saying “XXXX” and I thought it was a dodgy shop. There weren’t a few of them but every shop had  “XXXX” and I would stumble passed, eyes closed. It wasn’t until my friend had finished laughing at me that he explained that “XXXX” is their national symbol, had nothing to do with dodgy businesses, and I was currently standing outside a supermarket. It turned out that all the dodgy bits were contained in one small section of town which I appreciated.
On the way walking down the streets we saw a restaurant advertising ribs. It was only 11:30am so we walked passed it. About an hour later we had walked a long way down the road and we were fairly hungry so we looked for some places to eat. We were undecided and then my Princess said “let’s get ribs”. It sounded like a great idea but we couldn’t find a restaurant near us that did ribs. We decided that because time was short we would catch a bus up the road and get off near the ribs place. We did so but it took some time and it was quickly getting to the point where we needed to catch a bus back to Spronky’s place to get to where we were going in the afternoon. We were meeting all his friends and doing some crazy Dutch activites called Polder Sports (http://www.poldersport.com/) so we could not be late. We got to the Ribs place and they let us know that the ribs would take 45 mins to cook, but we could only spare 30 mins.
“I am sorry honey, we can’t get ribs” I said sympathetically.
“But I want ribs” She said slighty forcefully.
I will point out at this time that my Princess was about 3 weeks pregnant with our son Sam – link (my boy in heaven) yet neither of us knew it. This means we were tackling cravings – pregnancy cravings. I don’t think either of us were prepared for this argument.
“Honey, we don’t have time for ribs. We need to get something else.”
“BUT I want ribs.”
“I know you want ribs, but I can’t give you ribs.”
“BUT I WANT RIBS” (Notice how all the words are now in capitals. Talk about creative writing!!! She didn’t really say those words, it was a bit more civilized but this is the gift of the conversation)
“Look, you are NOT having ribs.” (Notice the capital ‘Not’, someone is getting angry)
“BUT I WANT RIBS NOW! (Notice the addition of the ‘NOW’. Genius.)
What happened next was something so profound that it defies all human logic and could only happen when both parties were fighting immaturely and one of them, actually we can say both of them, had hormones going crazy.
What happened was…….
…To be found out next episode of The Thursday Blog, your mid-week guide to life!

Hello everyone and welcome to another special epsiode of the Thursday Blog, the only blog in history to be claimed as a national treasure by more than one country. In fact for years numerous countries have tried to claim it as their own. England sent their Navy, Russia sent their Army, Japan sent their Ninja’s and the US sent Nicolas Cage. To date no country can claim it as their own but Nicolas Cage did get 2 movie deals out of it.

I really hope you enjoyed last weeks episode. The little story was incredibly hard to write as I couldn’t use any words that started with vowels unless they were in the code. By the end I started to lose the plot  - changing words that started with a vowel to words beginning with an E only for my Princess to point out E is also a vowel. Also I checked it over 10 times to see if it would work and every time I would yell “darn it” because I would see a word not in the code that started with an M and for some reason I was convinced that M was a vowel. I would calm down, start checking again, see the word “many” and go “Oh, I give up this is too ha….. oh”.

Today’s episode is a ponder on just how fortunate a good-looking guy like me is. Forgetting that I am married to the most beautiful woman in existence, and that my Princess and I have a daughter that makes grown people in the street stop and start convulsing with weird noises of “ohhhhhhh it’s a ohhh it’s a ahhhhhh” – if we leave that aside because that puts me in the “luckiest guy on the planet” category; I am still very fortunate and I believe there is a chance you may be too.

This all starts with a request from my Princess in downtown Amsterdam. This episode is called:

“But I Want Ribs – Part 1″

It was August and instead of battling a cold winter in Sydney we were enjoying extremely hot weather in the only place to be during June to November – the northern hemisphere. My Princess and I were visting a very famous and close friend of mine – Spronky – in Amsterdam. We arrived early that morning and we had something planned for later that afternoon so we caught a bus into downtown Amsterdam. Now Amsterdam gets a bad rap from time to time and I was scared it was all going to be drugs, rock n roll, and everything in between. I started closing my eyes every 2 seconds because I would see big signs saying “XXXX” and I thought it was a dodgy shop. There weren’t a few of them but every shop had  “XXXX” and I would stumble passed, eyes closed. It wasn’t until my friend had finished laughing at me that he explained that “XXXX” is their national symbol, had nothing to do with dodgy businesses, and I was currently standing outside a supermarket. It turned out that all the dodgy bits were contained in one small section of town which I appreciated.

On the way walking down the streets we saw a restaurant advertising ribs. It was only 11:30am so we walked passed it. About an hour later we had walked a long way down the road and we were fairly hungry so we looked for some places to eat. We were undecided and then my Princess said “let’s get ribs”. It sounded like a great idea but we couldn’t find a restaurant near us that did ribs. We decided that because time was short we would catch a bus up the road and get off near the ribs place. We did so but it took some time and it was quickly getting to the point where we needed to catch a bus back to Spronky’s place to get to where we were going in the afternoon. We were meeting all his friends and doing some crazy Dutch activites called Polder Sports so we could not be late. We got to the Ribs place and they let us know that the ribs would take 45 mins to cook, but we could only spare 30 mins.

“I am sorry honey, we can’t get ribs” I said sympathetically.

“But I want ribs” She said slighty forcefully.

I will point out at this time that my Princess was about 3 weeks pregnant with our son Sam -(my boy in heaven) yet neither of us knew it. This means we were tackling cravings – pregnancy cravings. I don’t think either of us were prepared for this argument.

“Honey, we don’t have time for ribs. We need to get something else.”

“BUT I want ribs.”

“I know you want ribs, but I can’t give you ribs.”

“BUT I WANT RIBS” (Notice how all the words are now in capitals. Talk about creative writing!!! She didn’t really say those words, it was a bit more civilized but this is the gift of the conversation)

“Look, you are NOT having ribs.” (Notice the capital ‘Not’, someone is getting angry)

“BUT I WANT RIBS NOW! (Notice the addition of the ‘NOW’. Genius.)

What happened next was something so profound that it defies all human logic and could only happen when both parties were fighting immaturely and one of them, actually we can say both of them, had hormones going crazy.

What happened was…….

…To be found out next episode of The Thursday Blog, your mid-week guide to life!

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2 Responses to “But I Want Ribs – Part 1”

  1. Jamie Doyle Says:

    you can’t do that to me! seriously, finish the story!

  2. Robbert Gorissen Says:

    Looking forward to part 2!

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