Tuesday, June 17, 2008

On a Jet Plane

Heading out of town for the next week-ish so I won't be posting. Maybe I will. Who knows?

If I stay sober, I'll post.

If not, I still might post. Look at tonight, for example. Much red wine while packing and still letting all my loyal reader* know I'm leaving on vacation to my brother's wedding and might not be posting.

I'm such a good kid.

*Yes, that's a joke, not a drunk slip.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

A few random thoughts...

Every once in awhile, I do a post with random thoughts. Actually, every post is pretty random, but rather than a specific story about something, here are some things that have been kicking around in my head.

1. Gold's Gym needs to have some kind of an edit button on their televisions that disallows food commercials from playing to people working out. I don't want to be sweating my figurative balls off on a treadmill while watching that Honda CR-V commercial that turns cookie dough into an SUV. I don't want to see people eating Wendy's hand-twirled shakes. Papa John's pizza commercials that pop up at the gym are also evil. To that turn, I don't want to walk outside and smell greasy restaurant food from Fiddler's Elbow, Salt Lake Pizza and Pasta or Pei Wei. It's just plain mean.

2. Making a grilled cheese sandwich on the stove with buttery-flavored spray, 45-calorie wheat bread and fat-free cheese is nearly as satisfying as using the full octane ingredients. I have also discovered fake eggs in a milk carton-like container are great for a quick omelette. Throw in some Laughing Cow cheese and it's a party in every breakfast. Almost.

3. It's June 11 and I just had the heat on. I also wore my favorite cashmere sweater to work today. Global. Warming. My. Ass.

4. Vote for Gev on So You Think You Can Dance tonight.

5. I found a glorious recipe for fake breaded chicken fingers that are easy, yummy and low calorie. God bless the Hungry Girl Web site. Check out the chicken fingers recipe here and then buy the book for more ideas. I have to warn you that the low cal alfredo, however, isn't as satisfying. All of the ingredients globbed into a giant low-cal parmesean ball, rendering it inedible. Maybe it's me. If you have success, let me know.

6. For some reason, the word "wang" really made us laugh at lunch today. It made my whole day better.

7. There was a lady in Orem who just threw away $200,000 and didn't realize it until the garbage truck was at the landfill. She and her friend went there, and after saying a prayer, found the bag containing the money. I'm wondering if this whole "prayer" thing works even if you didn't chuck your two-hundred grand. If so, I "pray" for Jonathan Knight of the New Kids on the Block (or a guy from New England) to call, a lifetime supply of Diet Dr. Pepper and, oh fine, world peace. I'm guessing, though, these three things are not sitting in a landfill in Utah County. Click here for the story from KUTV News.

8. Mascara and luggage locks will actually cost you $50 in other impulse buys.

9. Because my airline of choice only lets passengers check one piece of luggage, I had to shell out for a new suitcase last night. Though extremely cute (see picture above), I now realize the charge for checking two smaller bags is less than the charge for a new large bag.

10. I'm feeling a little blah lately. Come see Rocky Horror on Saturday night, and buy me a shot. (Another shameless plug, click here for the post from earlier today.)

It's Baaaack...

Yep, Rocky Horror in Concert again THIS Saturday night! Don't miss it, because who knows when we'll do it again? Also, check out my legs in the picture above... sure, I'm just in the band, but the legs look really good and are worth the price of admission alone.

(That was a shameless plug for my legs)

Here's the info for the show:

Rocky Horror Show in Concert!
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Time: 10:00pm - 11:45pm
Location: MoDiggity's (a private club for members)
3424 S. State St.
Salt Lake City, UT
Click here for map

The Rocky Horror Show LIVE in Concert returns for one fabulous summer night in June! Give yourself over to absolute pleasure!

Tickets are $12 at the door.
Advanced purchase and group discounts available online at http://www.rockyhorrorinconcert.com/tickets.html
For more information, go to www.myspace.com/therockyhorrorshow2007 and/or www.rockyhorrorinconcert.com

So, show up and since I'm getting ready to go on vacation next week, I'll let you buy me a shot of Patron! Isn't that nice of me?

Sunday, June 08, 2008

Disappointment in the City

After waiting a week for the crowds of women to clear, Urban Princess and I went and saw Sex and the City this afternoon. While it was a nice bit of diversion from the stress and melancholia of the past week, I wouldn't say it was a great movie that I'd recommend as a "totally must-see."

You can understand my disappointment since Sex and the City was one of my favorite shows. I still watch the episodes over and over whenever I'm feeling down as I own every season on DVD. I woke up this morning early to fit in a long workout before settling into my movie treat of Diet Coke and Red Vines, and I felt like I was treated to two hours of Cream of Wheat. Bland. Too much effort for the payoff. It was pretty ho-hum, and left me bummed. (That rhymed)

Don't get me wrong, there were a couple of funny moments. One line in particular even made me laugh out loud. However, when I actually make the time to go to a movie theatre, I don't want to walk away feeling like something is missing. Sex and the City was missing a plot. Over two hours of celluloid, and no storyline. Yep, I said it. I don't think this makes me less of a woman to shun the bandwagon, I think it shows I have taste.

In one summation, while the shoes and clothes were brilliant, it just wasn't enough.

Chalk this up to another case of a television show translating poorly to the big screen. I guess the only thing more boring would've been a full length Golden Girls movie.

Friday, June 06, 2008


As the sound of a rainstick filled the Wendy's lunchtime bustling, we realized the lady had pulled out just one lid too many.

At $4 a gallon...

I exaggerate. Gas isn't quite $4 a gallon; the gas I bought this morning was only $3.87. ONLY! I remember when I started driving, and had to gas up my mom's Ford Thunderbird. Gas was $1.25. On a bad week. My, how times have changed.

At 6:30 this morning I stopped to put gas in my vehicle and as the dollars ticked higher and higher, I felt something like a rain shower on top of my head. As I looked up, I noticed that a piece of the gas pump that connects the hose to the top of the unit was broken and gasoline was shooting out like a Bellagio fountain (sans the Andrea Bocelli soundtrack). There I stood, marinading in "Regular," mad that not only did I stink, but seeing all that gas pooling on the pavement was like flushing a wad of twenties down the toilet.

What's even worse, was that when I finally shut off the pump and hung up the nozzle, I went inside and told the lady, "Hey, your pump out there is broken and raining gas down onto people." She replied, "Oh yeah, I forgot to write that up the other day."

The other day?!?

I had just enough time to change my outfit this morning, but I probably wouldn't smell my hair until I can go home and wash it.

Tuesday, June 03, 2008

Daring to Dream...

I've always wondered what it would be like to have a big rack, but I always said that it would mess up my dancing. Thanks to Kelly, I now see that is a completely accurate assumption!

With Kelly's brilliant vision, I have my breast dream embodied... err, emBOOBIED! Again, check out her blog here for a daily dose of her girl-powered cartoons. Such an artistic talent! (I like the pointe shoes she gave me; they make my arches look perfect! If I could just see my feet over my boobs!)

Confucius Say...

I've never used a fortune pump before, but this particular gas station brings insight on gas prices, undoubtedly.

Also magically typifies my thoughts on the day so far.

Upon further reflection, I have to comment on this rogue editor's blatant non-use of the adverb "slowly." Was he being smartly cheeky or does he need to "pull his head out" too?

Upon further further reflection, I apparently have to "pull MY head out" as another rogue editor, to my delight, has added a proper "ly" to "slow." All is right in grammarland.