I have spent the last two years (basically since my hubby bought the XBOX) trying to get achievements on Bejeweled 2. Let’s just say it’s almost next to impossible (for 10 points, I have to beat 280 levels; after more than two years, I'm still only on 151). I don’t play too regularly, just every once in a while for a few minutes.

While waiting for some dishes to dry, I thought I would put in a few minutes this afternoon, which got me thinking about what day it is.

It's Tuesday which means that NXT is on. I love wrestling, and I love even more that my husband encourages me to watch sweaty, half-naked, super ripped men roll around with each other. (I really do have the greatest husband of all time.)

Now, NXT is like a reality wrestling show. It’s not the greatest, but then there has only been one season so they were still finding their sea legs. Tonight is the beginning of season 2. That means there are 8 new rookies who all want to get into the WWE and live their dreams of being a Pro Wrestler. We’ll see.

But playing Bejeweled got me thinking about last week’s finale. David Otunga, the fiancé of Jennifer Hudson, was one of the top three finalists. Part of his character includes his $300 haircuts, which basically is just a shave of his head with some fancy design in it. Sadly, they’re not always very good (you should have seen when he had RAW written—it looked oh-so-tacky (you know what? you can! I managed to post a screen shot)). Last Tuesday was no exception. Mixing it up, he decided to bedazzle his hair.

Yes, you read that right—he literally bejeweled his hair. Without question, I think that was the worst style I’ve ever seen on any wrestling show.

Hair is an important part of each character’s persona. Typically it is longish, or shaved close to the head. There are a few who dare to be different, including Chris Jericho who often gets flack for his cut. But it suits him and it makes him stand out.

Perhaps that was what David Otunga was after? A chance to stand out and be remembered? I just don’t know if bedazzled hair is quite how he wants to be remembered. But then again, he isn't exactly a wrestler (if anything, he's the worst wrestler on NXT), so maybe his bedazzling skills are all he's got.


And the fact that he met the President.


Twice.

Ah, the hideous "RAW" haircut

I'll admit, some of the designs were kind of cool.

For the Finale, Otunga came out with some smarts--he came out hooded, even though he always came out wearing his hoodie.

From the front, he even looked normal...

...and then he started to fight and the camera gave us a taste of his love for bedazzling.

And we eventually saw it all, and it was horrible. Oh Jennifer, what were you thinking, letting David leave the house with his hair like that? (please don't let David Jr. take after daddy)

Over the weekend I had the thickest, meatiest pizza of my life. Delicious, but I don’t know if I could do it again.

After babysitting a not-quite-one-year-old and an energetic 4-year-old, the proud fathers bought us all pizza. The two brothers-in-law spent the weekend moving items into storage while the women-folk went to the States for a weekend of shopping (and some time off from parenting—something we all need every so often).

Naturally, Skyla, the infant, didn’t indulge with us, not having teeth and all. Sophie, a spunky hand-full-of-a-blond-sweetheart managed to down a single corner piece. Mostly.

Both brothers-in-law are originally from Saskatchewan (Sheldon still lives there and drove in just to help his sister and her partner, Keane, do some heavy lifting). There is a pizza place that originated in Saskatoon in 1990 called Vern’s Pizza. It is the home of the 10-pound Mama Mia pizza, and it’s pretty much all meat.

Sheldon, living in Esterhazy, SK, isn’t within delivery-range of a Vern’s. And while there is a Winnipeg location on McPhillips, Keane doesn’t frequent it. First of all, you need half an army to eat one of these suckers, and second—it’s a little on the pricey side, at least for those of us who are accustomed to dialling a string of 2s for cheap, mediocre pizza.

But now that the boys were together, plus me, my hubby, and little Sophie, they couldn’t not order this feast fit for 5,000.

Coming in at around $50 for a 15-inch pizza, it arrived in a regular box. It looked slim, normal. These boys promised me that it was as thick as a cheeseburger, but it didn’t look so big to me.

Then Ryan, my hubby, picked it up. His jaw dropped and he immediately passed it along to me. Holy smack, that sucker is heavy! (No, not like disgustingly heavy, I can’t carry it because I’m weak heavy, but heavy for a pizza.) The 18-inch Mama Mia is the 10-pounder, but this little guy sure packs some punch.

So we began to dig in to the pie cut into squares.

First piece. An end piece. Holy meat, batman, that’s all I can taste.

Second piece. A corner piece. Lots of crust—hey, I’m a girl, I like carbs! But still, way too much meat!

Now I’m satisfied. I’m never satisfied after 2 squares of Pizza Hotline. Never.

But Sheldon described it earlier: it’s so thick and meaty that most people only need a single piece (not slice—they don’t slice the Mama Mia, they square it). Eat two, and you’re super full, almost uncomfortably full. Eat three and you’re going to want to throw up. It’s just too much meat. (Remember that season of the Amazing Race where they had to eat 5lbs of meat? You’d be sick like that, only you’re not going to get $1million for doing it—although you do this often enough and you’ll be forking out a million to pay for the surgeries and health bills to be that obese.)

But like I said, after two pieces, I was just satisfied. I wasn’t uncomfortably full. Now, every diet and health book I’ve ever read says to stop eating when you’re satisfied. Too full, and you’re destroying your efforts. But I’ve got to know—what happens when you down three pieces?

So I do it. I’m surrounded by big boys, I’m a big girl—I’ve got something to prove here!

Third piece, another corner piece. And I actually felt fine. Not sick, not gross like throwing up, just really full.

And as I waited, pleased with my accomplishment, Sheldon and Keane decided to tell me that the rule of three only counts for inside pieces (or 2 inside and 1 crust piece)—corner pieces are just scraps for the dogs and kids. I ate two corner pieces, that doesn’t mean anything.

As they are describing all of this, the meat is beginning to settle. And I’m feeling really gross. My stomach is hurting. A lot. I think I might even throw up.

(I do, of course, but I wait until I get home a little while later. I would just feel awkward throwing up in someone else’s bathroom. Don’t ask me why, I’m just weird like that.)

So it’s true—three pieces of Vern’s Mama Mia Pizza and you might just throw up. But man, if you’re into meat, I tell you, you’ve got to try it at least once. Just to say you’ve eaten the meatiest pizza of all time.

And survived.

(I wonder if Vern’s sells T-shirts that say that?)