Today was my first full day in San Francisco. I toured the city in three inch heals and a full suit, in the rain no less. Well it only rained in the morning and in again late evening, but still it rained! I was a trooper...can you tell I am proud of myself? The day started at 8:15 when we left the hotel for the office. As you read this, keep in mind that I was a follower during this adventure to the office. With 12 people going to the office together, you really can't have more than 2 people leading you. Of course the two people picked (they were chosen because they brought their maps down from their rooms), got us lost. One took us to the wrong Academy building, and the second one missed a turn while in route to the correct building. Needless to say we left our hotel at 8:15 which should have been about a 5 minute walk (10 minutes tops) and got into the correct building at 8:43, GOOD ENOUGH! That meant that we were still 2 minutes early. Not as early as I would like to be, but at least I wasn't late. HATE HATE HATE being late.
First things first...ID badge! That seems like a great idea after having spent 28 minutes walking in the rain (of course I didn't have an umbrella). I got my ever impressive ID badge (I actually got a good picture) so its now official. I am actually employed, I didn't think it counted signing the new hire paperwork...it was all about the badge. You can't get into any of the buildings without a badge and now I think it is safe to say that I will get student discounts when I get back to Denver. After all, I have a student ID, so why wouldn't I get the advantages of a student discounts? We met with three department directors today. All of which are extremely passionate about their department and the school as a whole. I am very excited about taking a class or two, taught by these most impressive artist and industry workers. They have such a firm grasp on the real life, and they incorporate real life scenarios into the class. No two classes are the same, even if taught by the same professor semester after semester. It was refreshing and extremely liberating!
Towards the end of second department director meeting, we came down the stairs to look at faculty bios and sample work that they post. The director asked if we had had an earthquake because all of the art work had fallen off the wall. It was really strange, but I thought she was kidding. All the artwork was up when we entered the building an hour and half earlier, and I had been in the building the entire time. One would think that I would be able to feel an earthquake. Well apparently there was a little rumble in the earth today. I talked with the other 12 people training and they all confirmed that yes the building did shake. At one point during the meeting, it the room we were in acted like a fast train went by and shook the building a little bit. I immediately remembered thinking that there must be train tracks near this building and I thought it was odd that I hadn't remembered seeing them on my way into the building. Never would I have ever thought we had an earthquake. Silly me!
After our three department director meetings, we were set to go explore the city. Six of us decided to make the 15 minute journey to China town...man those hills are steep! Chinatown seemed to be a little bit of a let down for me. I was really expecting fake coach purses, bargaining for stuff I don't really need or want, but I buy because I never get to bargain in anything else. It was nothing of the sort. Quite a few restaurants (no one spoke English) but that was pretty much the extent of everything. We did a little shopping on our way back to the hotel, but again no bargaining...it was 1 price take it or leave it! Talk about disappointing. We did happen to walk the wrong way home (roughly 5 or 6 blocks out of the way), but I am sure we could use the exercise. After all, it wasn't like we didn't already walk about 3 miles during the day. :) Right before we reached our hotel, I stopped and got a 6 pack of Anchor Steam...how could I not get a beer from San Francisco? I figure it was my way of giving back to the local economy.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
San Francisco.
I am staying at Fusion Hotel near Union Square in San Francisco. My room is extremely intimate and yet very Feng Shui. I have pretty much no view, but who really spends time in their hotel room anyways? Check in was a breeze, the front desk clerk was amazing. As there were nine of checking in at the same time. He was quick, efficient, and pleasant...it was a nice surprise. :). This was my second pleasant customer service experience in San Francisco and I have only been here roughly 5 hours.The first unexpected pleasant customer service was right after I got off the train in Union Square. When I purchased my train ticket, I didn't seem to push the correct buttons, so of course it wouldn't release me back into civilization...I was being punished by having to live in a train station. Right when I was trying to figure out that I wasn't going to be able to leave (the computer screen was flashing "see attendant") there the lady appeared. She pushed the right buttons, and even gave me a refund voucher for my troubles. I thought to myself, is this really happening? I screwed up by not pushing the correct ticket and yet, this lady wanted to give me a discount...Awesome! I love San Francisco!
Okay on to dinner time. I am starving by this point. I just spent an hour roaming the city streets waiting on the crew to meet for dinner, so my stomach was growling up a storm. I had just walked into H & M and decided I'd ask the security guard where I should eat for dinner. Shockingly enough he said the food court in the mall. I kind of looked at him like he had five heads...I couldn't believe he would recommend the food court to a tourist. As I moseyed my way back to the hotel lobby, I was relaying the story to a couple of the ladies in the group. She said, I asked the same story and the bellman told me the same thing. What is going on with this food court business? Of course being tourist we have to check it out...totally a gourmet food court. The food court of all food courts, is really how this food court should be known. Unfortunately, being Sunday night everything closed at like 8pm...but it was incredibly impressive. I am looking forward to giving that food court another opportunity.
I am off to bed, I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow. Back to work- suit style! :)
Bye Bye Bakers
Bakers has been home to me for a year. It is my second home, my second family...it is wonderful and has been very good to me. Friday was my last day and honestly, I might actually miss it a little bit. It gave me the opportunity to meet some extremely wonderful people who will be in my life for the rest of my life.
If you have never worked in a restaurant, you need too. You need to become part of the service industry family. You need to reach out and hug the people in the "industry" and their desire but great dislike for providing an actual service. I absolutely loved having to not think, to listen to people actually struggle with their jobs. I felt like a genius, and we all know that is definitely a stretch for me. A person's true character comes out when they work in the "industry." Easy money comes in and easy money goes out. They don't even bat an eye until it is all gone and they look up with this puppy dog look like "what just happened?" It is actually rather cute to watch everyone do it. Majority of them don't have checking accounts, let alone savings accounts. They live an entire cash only life style and its amazing to see how they justify the things they do. I smile thinking back over the past year, listening to the stories of picking up shifts at the end of the month because they aren't going to make rent. I am glad that I got to meet the people I did, make the friends that have now become family, but most of all I am glad I got to live the life style. I got to appreciate the gifts that my parents gave me, but weren't really gifts (more like mandatory life obligations)...trust me I view them as gifts now.
I have such appreciation for the strength of women I worked with. All very different, but all brought something special to the table. They taught me some incredible life lessons...lessons that I hope I will be able to pass down to my children. I got off work on Friday and it was amazing to see the friends all come over and say things like "remember when..." Bubbles & Boo came up to partake in the fun and they got a few good laughs listening to the crazy things I would do at work to make people smile. I got one of the best compliments of my life, while working at Bakers..."you always have a smile, do you take happy pills or just smoke a lot?" I laughed and still laugh. They all know me and the lack of drugs I do...I might be one of the only people that worked in the "industry" and didn't pick up smoking. SMOKING anything that is! I did pick up a few tricks here and there. I am now one of the few that can carry three full 16 ounce pint glasses in one hand or 5 shot glasses in two hands. It isn't everyday that people can pull that off. I wonder if I could win a talent show for that?
The Bakers crew is my Colorado family and I wouldn't trade them for anything. They are all wonderful!
If you have never worked in a restaurant, you need too. You need to become part of the service industry family. You need to reach out and hug the people in the "industry" and their desire but great dislike for providing an actual service. I absolutely loved having to not think, to listen to people actually struggle with their jobs. I felt like a genius, and we all know that is definitely a stretch for me. A person's true character comes out when they work in the "industry." Easy money comes in and easy money goes out. They don't even bat an eye until it is all gone and they look up with this puppy dog look like "what just happened?" It is actually rather cute to watch everyone do it. Majority of them don't have checking accounts, let alone savings accounts. They live an entire cash only life style and its amazing to see how they justify the things they do. I smile thinking back over the past year, listening to the stories of picking up shifts at the end of the month because they aren't going to make rent. I am glad that I got to meet the people I did, make the friends that have now become family, but most of all I am glad I got to live the life style. I got to appreciate the gifts that my parents gave me, but weren't really gifts (more like mandatory life obligations)...trust me I view them as gifts now.
I have such appreciation for the strength of women I worked with. All very different, but all brought something special to the table. They taught me some incredible life lessons...lessons that I hope I will be able to pass down to my children. I got off work on Friday and it was amazing to see the friends all come over and say things like "remember when..." Bubbles & Boo came up to partake in the fun and they got a few good laughs listening to the crazy things I would do at work to make people smile. I got one of the best compliments of my life, while working at Bakers..."you always have a smile, do you take happy pills or just smoke a lot?" I laughed and still laugh. They all know me and the lack of drugs I do...I might be one of the only people that worked in the "industry" and didn't pick up smoking. SMOKING anything that is! I did pick up a few tricks here and there. I am now one of the few that can carry three full 16 ounce pint glasses in one hand or 5 shot glasses in two hands. It isn't everyday that people can pull that off. I wonder if I could win a talent show for that?
The Bakers crew is my Colorado family and I wouldn't trade them for anything. They are all wonderful!
traveler!
I have been know to hop in a plane and travel 3 hours for a luncheon for work. I have been flying since before I can remember, but it never gets easier. I am by far the worst traveling companion I know. It is down right sad, how pathetic I am. My stomach gets in knots, I begin to break into a cold sweat and I am feel like I am going to toss my cookies at any moment. It really makes traveling not fun. Unfortunately, today is no different!
Willie picked me up to take me to the airport. I had already warned him that I am a terrible terrible traveler and that I need to be at the airport at least an hour and half early. I don't care that I sit there and wait, I would rather sit at my gate, then stress getting in the car, getting through security or running to my gate. All of which I have done in the past and hated every minute of it. At the moment, I am sitting in front of my gate, typing on the computer. I happen to be sitting next to a guy that lives in San Francisco and was kind of chatty at first but has since calmed down. It was a pleasant but short conversation (remember I try not to talk to strangers). Not that I want to be rude, but I honestly want some "me time" to relax before flying. Everyone always says that its all about me anyways, why should today be any different. :) Just kidding.
We stopped up at baker's street after Willie picked me up for a calming drinking. Of course jack on the rocks and homemade ginger ale waited for me from my favorite bartender "Anita Mandalay." Willie and I sat, he drank his green bud light, while my stomach began to calm. Jack always does the trick. It is probably in my head, but no matter what a little "jack" brings me back to reality. After my blood pressure came back to a relative normal number, it was time to become a passenger. Willie drove me to the airport and I haven't felt safer with anyone else behind the wheel in a long time. With the sun roof open and country music blaring, I had nothing to do but enjoy the moment. Willie knows I am a challenged passenger, but he was sensitive and respectful of my dislike for not being in control. I made it the airport in plenty, and I do mean plenty of time to make my flight, there is a good chance that I could have crawled to my flight and still made it. I am finally at peace when it comes to this flight. Lucky for me my flight is delayed, more time to sit and talk to strangers :).
Willie picked me up to take me to the airport. I had already warned him that I am a terrible terrible traveler and that I need to be at the airport at least an hour and half early. I don't care that I sit there and wait, I would rather sit at my gate, then stress getting in the car, getting through security or running to my gate. All of which I have done in the past and hated every minute of it. At the moment, I am sitting in front of my gate, typing on the computer. I happen to be sitting next to a guy that lives in San Francisco and was kind of chatty at first but has since calmed down. It was a pleasant but short conversation (remember I try not to talk to strangers). Not that I want to be rude, but I honestly want some "me time" to relax before flying. Everyone always says that its all about me anyways, why should today be any different. :) Just kidding.
We stopped up at baker's street after Willie picked me up for a calming drinking. Of course jack on the rocks and homemade ginger ale waited for me from my favorite bartender "Anita Mandalay." Willie and I sat, he drank his green bud light, while my stomach began to calm. Jack always does the trick. It is probably in my head, but no matter what a little "jack" brings me back to reality. After my blood pressure came back to a relative normal number, it was time to become a passenger. Willie drove me to the airport and I haven't felt safer with anyone else behind the wheel in a long time. With the sun roof open and country music blaring, I had nothing to do but enjoy the moment. Willie knows I am a challenged passenger, but he was sensitive and respectful of my dislike for not being in control. I made it the airport in plenty, and I do mean plenty of time to make my flight, there is a good chance that I could have crawled to my flight and still made it. I am finally at peace when it comes to this flight. Lucky for me my flight is delayed, more time to sit and talk to strangers :).
Monday, March 9, 2009
1 time
This is the first time in my life that I have felt like an equal. I have always held my parents on a pedestal. A pedestal that I will eventually reach, a pedestal that when I do reach it, I will one day be a success. It is weird to see or here my mom talk about how her daughters are successful. After all, if you asked either of us you would say we are little kids stuck in grown up bodies figuring out how the world works, one step at a time.
Yesterday was the first time in my life that my mom reached out and asked for advice. Advice on a real-life situation, an opinion that could essentially change her life...not a drastic change, but a change none the less. I finally felt as if I was a friend, an adult friend that she could lean on. Don't get me wrong, she has leaned on my sister and I for support through random acts but nothing overly pressing...or maybe it has been overly pressing but I never really took anything that serious. Yesterday, my eyes were opened and I was an equal to my mom. I could tell she saw me not only as her kid, but as an adult that had a decent head on her shoulders with a little life experience that might be able to give half good advice. I loved the fact that the one of the two people who I think always have an answer, looked in my direction for guidance. Well maybe guidance is a little bit strong, but she looked in my direction for a balanced opinion.
I don't think she knew what she was getting into. She opened my eyes that I am an adult. In doing so, I was able to use one of the quotes she has told me a thousand times..."you will get more bees with honey than vinegar!" She acknowledged that I might be on to something and that is good enough for me. I don't need praise, I don't need acknowledgement of success, because honestly I don't believe I am successful. I am not my mother, she is successful! She has raised two daughters that she now looks to for advice. What an honor to be called upon for advice...no longer am I just a kid, I am now her friend.
Yesterday was the first time in my life that my mom reached out and asked for advice. Advice on a real-life situation, an opinion that could essentially change her life...not a drastic change, but a change none the less. I finally felt as if I was a friend, an adult friend that she could lean on. Don't get me wrong, she has leaned on my sister and I for support through random acts but nothing overly pressing...or maybe it has been overly pressing but I never really took anything that serious. Yesterday, my eyes were opened and I was an equal to my mom. I could tell she saw me not only as her kid, but as an adult that had a decent head on her shoulders with a little life experience that might be able to give half good advice. I loved the fact that the one of the two people who I think always have an answer, looked in my direction for guidance. Well maybe guidance is a little bit strong, but she looked in my direction for a balanced opinion.
I don't think she knew what she was getting into. She opened my eyes that I am an adult. In doing so, I was able to use one of the quotes she has told me a thousand times..."you will get more bees with honey than vinegar!" She acknowledged that I might be on to something and that is good enough for me. I don't need praise, I don't need acknowledgement of success, because honestly I don't believe I am successful. I am not my mother, she is successful! She has raised two daughters that she now looks to for advice. What an honor to be called upon for advice...no longer am I just a kid, I am now her friend.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Skinny Jeans
Why are guys wearing skinny legged jeans lately? Teenager boys walking through the neighborhood, the lead singer in the band "Joe For Nothing" and the weird guy Russell Brand that was on Jay Leno tonight all wear skinny jeans. I acknowledge that I am usually one or possibly two steps behind on the fashion sense, but I don't get guys in skinny legged jeans. I think they look absolutely horrible, besides the fact that it they don't seem comfortable and they never fit over the shoes properly. It is like they are wearing spandex!
Today I decided to ask everyone why guys wear skinny jeans. I got some responses that I actually expected like (I have absolutely no idea or only you would ask that question). One of my friends said, I think that guys wear skinny legged jeans so they can share a pair of jeans with their girlfriend. I responded with "you think that is really the case?" She enlightened me about her friend who has a boyfriend and they actually share a pair of skinny legged jeans. What is that guy thinking? It doesn't look good. I could careless if it is European, its ugly! We are in America and we might as well continue to dress like that.
I don't really want guys in huge baggy pants that fall down with every step, but there has to be a fine line. What ever happened to wearing pants that fit you. Not skin tight, but also not falling off. Leave a little to the imagination guys...stop wearing skinny jeans!
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Yoga...for beginners
Today was my first yoga class. I have always wanted to try it, but never really made the time or the effort to attend a class. The other day, I was sitting at Hungry's desk, and there was a brochure for Yoga. Okay, tomorrow may never come so this is as good a time as any to actually take the time, research a class, and attend. I mentioned it to Hungry, and he was like "sure I am always up for an adventure." Oh, an adventure it was!
I asked a few people yesterday, if they thought I would like yoga. Some were surprised that I was going to go in the morning, since most Yoga classes are designed for relaxation after a long day. I thought just the opposite, what better way to start the day than an hour long class focusing on my mind, body, and soul. It was refreshing, yet incredibly calming and very peaceful!
I asked a few people yesterday, if they thought I would like yoga. Some were surprised that I was going to go in the morning, since most Yoga classes are designed for relaxation after a long day. I thought just the opposite, what better way to start the day than an hour long class focusing on my mind, body, and soul. It was refreshing, yet incredibly calming and very peaceful!
Hungry and I showed up about 10 minutes before the class. As the instructor greeted us, Hungry informed her that we were Yoga Virgins. She was happy, that we had made it to the early class and that we were trying out yoga. She wasn't overly chipper, but I guess that is to be expected, the calm cool collected demeanor of a yoga instructor. A few times during the class she came over and perfected my form. I was actually rather pleased with my ability to follow along and pick up the positions so quickly. It took a few minutes to get into the rhythm, but all in all I was incredibly pleased. If I could just learn the names for all the positions, I think I would be able to do alittle better. Although, I am sure that will come with time. As for today, I am incredibly impressed with how flexible I am and strong my core is. The class is phenomenal for the psyche. Something I highly recommend for all people. It is relaxing, yet incredibly self absorbing. It is amazing to watch your own body begin to focus, mentally and physically in a matter of minutes.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Swing of things.
I am finally getting back into the swing of things with the blog. I didn't realize how much I missed it until I started writing again. It gives me a such a great release, almost to vent...but I really don't have anything to vent about in life. I live life with extreme pleasure. I try to enjoy life to fullest with minimal and I do mean minimal stress.
I have been catching up on a lot of news in the area. I recently read an article about the Denver Post (which I am actually beginning to become a pretty big fan of) about a college student that was playing beer pong before involved in a shooting. Before I go any further I will tell you that no one was injured in the shooting...so no worries about the drinking and then injuring someone or the coming up with anything short of intoxication for a defense case. However, what bothered me about the article was the charges that the student is facing. The sophomore in question (Alex Grayson) is could face possible charges of reckless endangerment and prohibited use of a weapon. The Gun's owner was also lectured about proper gun storage.
Okay so no one seems to think that those charges are crazy...until you find out the Alex is only 20 years old. Beer Pong at 20 (even in Boulder County) is ILLEGAL! I know I sound like the pot calling the kettle black. I don't think I know any individual that waited to have their first drink until their 21st birthday. But honestly, the majority of early drinkers I know, didn't have their name published in the newspaper for playing beer pong and illegally shooting a gun. What about the owner of the gun. Most likely, the owner of the gun, happens to live in the apartment that the gun was fired in. Most likely, the owner of the gun was contributing to the intoxication of a minor. How are they not in trouble for drinking under age and contributing to a minor? Hello? Did I miss understand the laws? Its okay to consume alcohol under the age of 21 as long you commit a different crime that you could face possible charges? Or its okay to contribute to delinquency/intoxication of a minor as long as you get a lecture about something else? Oh wait, I forgot we are talking about Boulder County...an entire different set of rules apply to that county.
I have been catching up on a lot of news in the area. I recently read an article about the Denver Post (which I am actually beginning to become a pretty big fan of) about a college student that was playing beer pong before involved in a shooting. Before I go any further I will tell you that no one was injured in the shooting...so no worries about the drinking and then injuring someone or the coming up with anything short of intoxication for a defense case. However, what bothered me about the article was the charges that the student is facing. The sophomore in question (Alex Grayson) is could face possible charges of reckless endangerment and prohibited use of a weapon. The Gun's owner was also lectured about proper gun storage.
Okay so no one seems to think that those charges are crazy...until you find out the Alex is only 20 years old. Beer Pong at 20 (even in Boulder County) is ILLEGAL! I know I sound like the pot calling the kettle black. I don't think I know any individual that waited to have their first drink until their 21st birthday. But honestly, the majority of early drinkers I know, didn't have their name published in the newspaper for playing beer pong and illegally shooting a gun. What about the owner of the gun. Most likely, the owner of the gun, happens to live in the apartment that the gun was fired in. Most likely, the owner of the gun was contributing to the intoxication of a minor. How are they not in trouble for drinking under age and contributing to a minor? Hello? Did I miss understand the laws? Its okay to consume alcohol under the age of 21 as long you commit a different crime that you could face possible charges? Or its okay to contribute to delinquency/intoxication of a minor as long as you get a lecture about something else? Oh wait, I forgot we are talking about Boulder County...an entire different set of rules apply to that county.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Ya Hala Grill - Denver
Went to lunch today at Ya Hala Grill for some Middle eastern and Mediterranean food. It is on the south east corner of Evans and Colorado. It looks like its the size of an old gas station/convenience store that has been revamped.
I had never eaten there nor had Bubbles so we decided we'd give it a go. We also had a coupon, so we really thought we were hitting a home run. You walk in and it looks like cafeteria style food. A small menu in the upper left hand corner and then a true cafeteria line. Neither of knew what to do so we hesitated and looked at the menu. The man behind the register said, to go or dine in? Dine in we tell him...and he points to his left. Which happened to be a sit down restaurant. Before we are even situated in the booth, we are handed menus. It might not be the best method of customer service, but at least they acknowledged us.
A few minutes past and over came a different server. No small talk, no greeting, not "hi, how are you" or even something like "drop dead." We both ordered Water and then I also ordered a lemonade. As soon as we ordered our drinks, he said "what to eat?" In the most unprofessional, lack of personality, almost rude manor. We ordered our food and off he went. Unfortunately for me, I only got the lemonade, I guess two drinks are too much to ask. When they brought out the humus and the soup (lentil), I again asked for water. He didn't acknowledge that I was even speaking to him so for all he knows I might have been speaking in pig-latin or asking Bubbles for her water. Who knows.
Our entrees came. I had salmon (which was breaded and fried), weird I thought...but hey its all good, I can be adventurous. The salmon I ordered was suppose to be grilled with what they referred to it as a zesty sauce. So I am pretty sure I got the wrong salmon. Bubbles got the gyros, which she didn't complain about...so I will assume it was good. Both entrees came with a hummus and pitas, lentil soup or salad and rice. It was a yellow rice, that if it hadn't been over cooked, would have been fabulous. About half way through our meal...a different server than we had had before came over to take away an almost empty plate of humus from Bubbles. He asked if she was done with it, she said yes. He proceeded to ask "yes or no" about five times, until finally she was like "I don't understand." He laughed and walked away. Only to come back a few minutes later and just stare at her...literally standing at the table not saying anything, just looking at her. Here we are sitting in a booth, him standing looking at Bubbles, Bubbles looking at me with a look of panic, and me looking at the guy like he is a pedophile.
When we asked for a to-go box and he responded with 2 dollars. I have a look of confusion, and he says it again. He then just glances over at Bubbles and continues to stare. Just to get the weird creepy guy to leave our table I say yes, just put it on my tab. He again, says 2 dollars and laughs. He brings to go boxes and I go to give him the coupon. He walks away leaving the coupon on the table, apparently they don't take coupons on Holiday's. Since today is Presidents day, no coupon. He tries to explain that I can come back tomorrow for the coupon, but I can't use it today. Weird creepy guy just stands there and stares at me, until I give him my credit card. Bubbles reaches for hers, so we can split the bill and he has already walked away. We motion for him to come back, when he gets back to the table. He says "no coupon" yet again.
Although, the food was a little better than adequate, the really creepy service makes me never want to walk into the building again. I have a coupon that I am pretty sure will go completely unused just because I had such a bad server experience!
I had never eaten there nor had Bubbles so we decided we'd give it a go. We also had a coupon, so we really thought we were hitting a home run. You walk in and it looks like cafeteria style food. A small menu in the upper left hand corner and then a true cafeteria line. Neither of knew what to do so we hesitated and looked at the menu. The man behind the register said, to go or dine in? Dine in we tell him...and he points to his left. Which happened to be a sit down restaurant. Before we are even situated in the booth, we are handed menus. It might not be the best method of customer service, but at least they acknowledged us.
A few minutes past and over came a different server. No small talk, no greeting, not "hi, how are you" or even something like "drop dead." We both ordered Water and then I also ordered a lemonade. As soon as we ordered our drinks, he said "what to eat?" In the most unprofessional, lack of personality, almost rude manor. We ordered our food and off he went. Unfortunately for me, I only got the lemonade, I guess two drinks are too much to ask. When they brought out the humus and the soup (lentil), I again asked for water. He didn't acknowledge that I was even speaking to him so for all he knows I might have been speaking in pig-latin or asking Bubbles for her water. Who knows.
Our entrees came. I had salmon (which was breaded and fried), weird I thought...but hey its all good, I can be adventurous. The salmon I ordered was suppose to be grilled with what they referred to it as a zesty sauce. So I am pretty sure I got the wrong salmon. Bubbles got the gyros, which she didn't complain about...so I will assume it was good. Both entrees came with a hummus and pitas, lentil soup or salad and rice. It was a yellow rice, that if it hadn't been over cooked, would have been fabulous. About half way through our meal...a different server than we had had before came over to take away an almost empty plate of humus from Bubbles. He asked if she was done with it, she said yes. He proceeded to ask "yes or no" about five times, until finally she was like "I don't understand." He laughed and walked away. Only to come back a few minutes later and just stare at her...literally standing at the table not saying anything, just looking at her. Here we are sitting in a booth, him standing looking at Bubbles, Bubbles looking at me with a look of panic, and me looking at the guy like he is a pedophile.
When we asked for a to-go box and he responded with 2 dollars. I have a look of confusion, and he says it again. He then just glances over at Bubbles and continues to stare. Just to get the weird creepy guy to leave our table I say yes, just put it on my tab. He again, says 2 dollars and laughs. He brings to go boxes and I go to give him the coupon. He walks away leaving the coupon on the table, apparently they don't take coupons on Holiday's. Since today is Presidents day, no coupon. He tries to explain that I can come back tomorrow for the coupon, but I can't use it today. Weird creepy guy just stands there and stares at me, until I give him my credit card. Bubbles reaches for hers, so we can split the bill and he has already walked away. We motion for him to come back, when he gets back to the table. He says "no coupon" yet again.
Although, the food was a little better than adequate, the really creepy service makes me never want to walk into the building again. I have a coupon that I am pretty sure will go completely unused just because I had such a bad server experience!
Valentines Day.
Okay, so I have never celebrated valentines day, but that really shouldn't surprise anyone...well at least anyone who knows me! I am a huge fan of surprises and expressing your love for your significant other randomly and unexpectedly throughout the year. The fact that its a hallmark holiday and that I am suppose to do something completely turns me. In fact, I wouldn't mind buying valentines day cards now that are sweet and sentimental...saving them and then sending them on like June 3rd as a random lets have our own special valentines day. Now that I think about it, maybe I will run to the store and do that.
I love reading the newspaper. If I could read it everyday, I would. I'd sit with a cup of coffee at the dining room table, spread out the newspaper and read it from front to back, top to bottom. Every single section. Turning the pages, scanning the headlines for something that jumps out at me. It is really the only way to read the paper. That is what I miss about reading it online. I don't see all the articles, so there is no way that it can jump out at me. :) Oh the price of free! Oh, well I'll deal with my free version of the paper and as Hungry complimented me...I wont complain about it. After all, I hold the key to fixing my distaste for reading the paper online...until I decide that I want to pay the 30 bucks a year to read the paper, I'll just continue to read it online. The benefit of reading it online is really two things. It updates immediately...no more yesterday news! Now it is today, up to the minute live news, secondly, I am doing my part to save the trees! I don't really believe that me not buying the news paper, really saves the trees but I'll keep telling myself that.
Wow that was a long tangent for me to tell you why I was reading the newspaper and the connection with Valentines Day...back on track! The Denver Post had a short article today about what they called a Valentines Sweep. The entire article is really short but it got my attention. Finally tax paying dollars put to good use!
I love reading the newspaper. If I could read it everyday, I would. I'd sit with a cup of coffee at the dining room table, spread out the newspaper and read it from front to back, top to bottom. Every single section. Turning the pages, scanning the headlines for something that jumps out at me. It is really the only way to read the paper. That is what I miss about reading it online. I don't see all the articles, so there is no way that it can jump out at me. :) Oh the price of free! Oh, well I'll deal with my free version of the paper and as Hungry complimented me...I wont complain about it. After all, I hold the key to fixing my distaste for reading the paper online...until I decide that I want to pay the 30 bucks a year to read the paper, I'll just continue to read it online. The benefit of reading it online is really two things. It updates immediately...no more yesterday news! Now it is today, up to the minute live news, secondly, I am doing my part to save the trees! I don't really believe that me not buying the news paper, really saves the trees but I'll keep telling myself that.
Wow that was a long tangent for me to tell you why I was reading the newspaper and the connection with Valentines Day...back on track! The Denver Post had a short article today about what they called a Valentines Sweep. The entire article is really short but it got my attention. Finally tax paying dollars put to good use!
"Northglenn police arrested 16 wanted people in a Valentine's Day sweep in which officers posed as delivery people to contact suspects. The suspects arrested had warrants for assault, possession of drugs, escape, felony theft, trespassing, contempt of court, driving under the influence and sexual assault on a child, according to a police statement. The officers conducted the annual sweetheart-warrant sweep on Feb. 13 and 14. Last year, officers who conducted the operation knocked on doors bearing long-stem roses and a box. They arrived in a van with a sign that read "Flower Delivery." Officers arrested 23 people last year."
Presidents Day.
A day that is nearly forgotten and definitely mistreated! I completely agree that we have an over abundance of holidays. Seriously people they are holidays for a reason. The reason should not be that oh, we get out of work for the day, no school, or the financial intuitions are closed...unfortunately, a lot of people are thinking that way. I felt sad for one of my Managers last night. I said we might get busy because tomorrow is a holiday. He looked straight at me, stone faced and said "really, what holiday is that?" Today's holiday happens to be about remembering the great leaders of our country's history. The good, the bad, the ugly. Yes, I agree with both sides of politics some Presidents were better than others, however, even if you think a particular President was absolutely terrible, try to remember what they gave up to lead our Country. Hopefully all Presidents left office thinking they did the best job they could do given what they had to work with.
You might have the day off, then again you might have to work today. But try to learn something about Presidents that you might not have known. Try to spend even 5 minutes remembering and honoring the Presidents of our great nation. The nation that allows us to walk the streets with our heads held high. Yes, I know we have had our struggles as a nation, but we are still growing, fighting, and improving with each passing day.
To help learn about some of our past Presidents. Here is a little bit of fun trivia, that you might not have known before.
Name the two Presidents that were College Football coaches?
Who was the shortest president coming in at 5'4" and weighing 100 pounds?
What President had a largest shoe size?
Which President had the most children and how many did he have?
What was the first state west of the Mississippi to produce a President?
Name the only President to not be affiliated with a political party?
How long was the longest inaugural speech, and who gave it?
Who was the first President to refuse an honorary degree from Oxford University, because he felt he had neither literacy or scientific attainment?
How many Presidents were born in a log home?
Who was the first President to have electricity in the white house?
Name the two Presidents impeached by the U.S. House of Representatives, but acquitted by the Senate?
Name the six Presidents that are on coins?
Enjoy answering attempting to answer the trivia questions. I thought they would be fun and light hearted. Might bring people back to remembering why we should take a few moments and truly enjoy our past Presidents!
You might have the day off, then again you might have to work today. But try to learn something about Presidents that you might not have known. Try to spend even 5 minutes remembering and honoring the Presidents of our great nation. The nation that allows us to walk the streets with our heads held high. Yes, I know we have had our struggles as a nation, but we are still growing, fighting, and improving with each passing day.
To help learn about some of our past Presidents. Here is a little bit of fun trivia, that you might not have known before.
Name the two Presidents that were College Football coaches?
Who was the shortest president coming in at 5'4" and weighing 100 pounds?
What President had a largest shoe size?
Which President had the most children and how many did he have?
What was the first state west of the Mississippi to produce a President?
Name the only President to not be affiliated with a political party?
How long was the longest inaugural speech, and who gave it?
Who was the first President to refuse an honorary degree from Oxford University, because he felt he had neither literacy or scientific attainment?
How many Presidents were born in a log home?
Who was the first President to have electricity in the white house?
Name the two Presidents impeached by the U.S. House of Representatives, but acquitted by the Senate?
Name the six Presidents that are on coins?
Enjoy answering attempting to answer the trivia questions. I thought they would be fun and light hearted. Might bring people back to remembering why we should take a few moments and truly enjoy our past Presidents!
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Chicago...the musical take 2.
I psyched myself up for Chicago the musical for about 3 weeks. I was super super super excited. I got the cd from Bubbles and would literally blare it throughout the house (when no one was home) so that I could ear it no matter what room I was in. I practically know every single word from every single song throughout the entire musical.
There were six of us that went, Swallow, Bubbles, Hungry, My Bestfriend, FreshPoint Mom, and myself. We were literally in the second row from the top, but honestly, I was so into the musical that you would have thought I was in front row. At one point, Hungry leaned over and was like do you know you are singing out loud? I just kind of chuckled and thought, most people wouldn't appreciate that, so I better keep my singing inside my head...because clearly they didn't come to listen to me sing.
The production was amazing. The sound was phenomenal, the production crew was right on, however, it was different than I expected it to be. They didn't use any props...well except for a few chairs. They used the lighting hitting the floor for all the scenes, whether it be a jail cell, or a bed room, or even the court room. It wasn't what I was expecting, so at first I was a little disappointed, but that was only because I wasn't thinking outside the box. Once I began to realize that its about creativity and energy, I was thrilled with the way that they used their imagination. I definitely got the itch for more theatre in my life. Lucky for me Denver Center for Performing Arts has quite the selection great shows and musicals coming through town. Hip Hip Horray for me! I am also lucky enough to have people who appreciate the theatre to accompany me.
There were six of us that went, Swallow, Bubbles, Hungry, My Bestfriend, FreshPoint Mom, and myself. We were literally in the second row from the top, but honestly, I was so into the musical that you would have thought I was in front row. At one point, Hungry leaned over and was like do you know you are singing out loud? I just kind of chuckled and thought, most people wouldn't appreciate that, so I better keep my singing inside my head...because clearly they didn't come to listen to me sing.
The production was amazing. The sound was phenomenal, the production crew was right on, however, it was different than I expected it to be. They didn't use any props...well except for a few chairs. They used the lighting hitting the floor for all the scenes, whether it be a jail cell, or a bed room, or even the court room. It wasn't what I was expecting, so at first I was a little disappointed, but that was only because I wasn't thinking outside the box. Once I began to realize that its about creativity and energy, I was thrilled with the way that they used their imagination. I definitely got the itch for more theatre in my life. Lucky for me Denver Center for Performing Arts has quite the selection great shows and musicals coming through town. Hip Hip Horray for me! I am also lucky enough to have people who appreciate the theatre to accompany me.
Playing Catch-Up
Its been a month on the go! Although, majority of the going has been where I have been able to come home and sleep in my own bed, it still feels like I am never around...Swallow can attest to that. Lets to do a short re-cap. The weekend in Breckenridge left my liver in need of a serious detox, so I spent the first actual week of February laying low...working and snowboarding. Literally, the day after we got back from a weekend in Breckenridge, I headed up to snowboard with Hungry in Keystone. It was a little icy, but not terrible by any means. I took a few terrible tumbles, which were good and bad. The bad was that it was a much needed reminder that I am human and am destructible. Everyone needs to be reminded of that every once in a while. :) The good of course was that Hungry got a good laugh out of watching or hearing me fall. The worst fall of the day left me 30 yards from where I went down, face down looking up the mountain. I am still not sure how I managed to pull that one off, but I did. Anything is possible with me!Being tone deaf, I don't attend to many concerts. However, Muscles asked me I wanted to go with him to see Hinder and Theory of a Deadman. I saw Hinder at Red Rocks this summer, they were amazing so I was all game to see them. Again, they were amazing...but in doing so I realized that Theory of a Dead Man are also very very good! One of their more popular songs is BAD BAD GIRLFRIEND. I got a new shirt to add to my list of crazy shirts. It is pink and says I am A BAD BAD GIRLFRIEND! I thought it was appropriate. Muscles and I had a great time as usual. He is a great guy and a ton of fun to go to concerts with. I was actually bouncing around. I am beginning to wonder if I was bouncing around because there was a guy in front of me doing it, or if I could actually hear the beat. Either way, I was screaming (singing) along with all the songs that I ended up knowing...which were more than I expected.
I also hit Beaver Creek last week. Which was phenomenal! In some areas there were as much as 2 feet of untouched powder. This time was a little different. I was on my own board (the one I bought for as my birthday present0. Being on my own board left me having mixed reviews about the board, the mountain, and my skill level. My bindings were giving me a challenge, but not really knowing exactly how the mountain was laid out made for even more of a challenge. There were some very very very narrow runs that literally I looked to the side and thought, if I fall to the right I am a dead man. Not something that really sat well with my stomach, but hey there is only two ways down...the actual run or head first down to the right (which I was convinced meant death). We took one chairlift that happened to only lead us to what seemed like a sea of blacks. I made it down without any fail, and Hungry actually complimented me on the fact that "I don't complain, like most girls!" I think he could tell that I wasn't overly thrilled with the chairlift that he picked, but shit it isn't like I can ride the chair lift down. Although, now that I think about it, on more than one occasion while at Beaver Creek I saw people with ski's and boards actually riding the chairlift down.On the last run of the day, we were suppose to take a blue run (Primrose) however, I didn't have enough momentum to get to the top. So instead we took this black, that looked like a piece of cake...and it was for the first 100 yards. Then we ended up in the trees in 2 feet of untouched powder (absolutely amazing) unfortunately, it was followed up by about 100 yards of moguls. That part wasn't so great, however, watching Hungry attempted a human flying and landing lesson. He was literally airborne for a few seconds. His poles went flying, his skis came off, and somehow managed to jam his ankle into his alrighty tight boot. I of course couldn't do anything but laugh! After a great day at Beaver Creek, Hungry and I made a pit stop before we made the 2 hour journey back home. Beaver Liquors of course. It was a little strange though, they sell more apparel than they had options for different kinds of liquor...but I think it was more of a novelty idea then the locals liquor store.
Last Saturday, we helped Anita Mandalay move apartments. I got a kick out of it. I recruited help, Bubbles and Hungry to help. We show up at 7 am with coffee in tow, (after I closed the bar, the night before). I knew before we got there that she lived on the first floor, but she didn't mention that she was moving to the 3rd floor in a building that didn't have an elevator. I think it is almost better that we didn't know that. Unfortunately for Anita Mandalay, not all of her furniture fit in the door way, so I ended up inheriting a lot of the furniture. A dining room table, coffee table, 2 end tables, and a couch. It took five us about 2 hours to move all of her stuff. Just enough time to come home, shower and head to work a double. It was a long day...:(
It hasn't been all play this month, but it definitely has been more than usual. My mom always tells me I need to get out and live a little. I was never good at listening to her as a child, so I am really using my best listening skills, of late.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Beverage Napkins
Bubbles and I had quite the little adventure on our mini-vacation trip to Breckenridge this past weekend. It was a bonding trip with notes written on beverage napkins as proof! Its always a little rough when you start to write things down to help you not forget great quotes, funny moments, or random situations. It also helped to jog our memory the next morning. It is never a good idea to let Anita Mandlay to be in charge of ordering shots and drinks. Every time you turn around there will be another one in front of you. The chick can drink, she is a seasoned professional! Bubbles and I just can't keep up, although, I think it is safe to say that Bubbles did a better job than I did.
We got up to Breckenridge around lunch time on Saturday. A little bit of a late start, after I had trouble getting out of bed Saturday morning. What can I say, its a little rough closing the bar getting home around 3ish & not able to fall asleep till 5ish. However, I managed to pull myself out of bed, pack, get to the bank, pick up my favorite Florida sweatshirt, and head west. We made it just in time for lunch at the Breckenridge Brewery. I of course, wasn't the least bit hungry, so I decided I would have a few (literally 3) chicken wings and probably 3 or maybe 4 carrot sticks. Their version of Guinness were flowing, the Irish Car Bombs weren't far behind...and soon enough I was not hungry at all! That my friends was my 1st major mistake. If you are going to try to keep up with Anita Mandlay than you best eat something. It wasn't as if I was even trying to keep up with her, but every time she orders herself a shot (which is fairly often) she orders a round of shots. God forbid, someone actually drink alone!
After lunch, we had a mission. I needed to buy some socks. I might be the only person to go to Breckenridge without any socks. My clogs were getting snow in them, and my toes were getting a little chilly. We asked a local and they pointed us to the Joy of Sox...what an amazing store. I was in heaven! I might be the only person I know that can never have enough socks! Lucky for me they had a package of 3 little miss match socks, which happened to be match a pair my mother had sent me a while back. Now I have three pairs of toe socks, as opposed to just three random socks. :) It was like hitting the jackpot in the sock world! After we were done with the socks, it is time to go bar-hopping...Anita Mandlay is extremely good at this. I thought I should have been able to hang, but I think I am officially getting old! I had one of the famous cookie sandwich that is literally better than anyway else. Its huge, the icing is creamy and so sweet that, almost to the point that you have to have a permanent sweet tooth to be able to eat the entire thing...this I can handle without batting an eye! After a few more shots and a couple of beers...back to the tattoo parlor we went. This time however, was for Bubbles! She got a dancer on the top of her left foot. I am sure the tattoo hurt, cause my hand was still throbbing for a good hour after the 10 minute tattoo was done. We did however, have to switch shoes because she couldn't have her tennis shoes rub against the tattoo. That seemed like a good idea, but I wear an entire size bigger than her, so it was a little rough on my toes. It was the first time I wore Saucony's, and they are now going to be referred to as Marshmallow shoes...they were amazing, it was ashame they were too small!
The night progressed from there...more and more shots combined with more and more beers, however, there was never another mention of food! Before I realized it, it was almost 10 pm and I forgot that we hadn't eaten dinner and that I hadn't actually eaten anything besides 3 chicken wings and some carrots all day..."oh, that magical cookie!" Anita Mandlay and her boy toy bounced and left the night to us youngsters. Bubbles and I sat around and chatted at Eric's downstairs bar. Some random moron's decided to buy us a beer, exactly what we didn't need...but that's okay we allowed them. The sad story was they didn't come over and talk to us at all! Thanks for the Guinness guys, it was much appreciated...but word to the wise you might want to actually talk to the girls you are buying beer for. We finish half a beer and then decide to bounce. On the way, all I wanted was fried wontons! I talked about fried wontons for at least an hour. For those of you who know Breckenridge, its a little skiing town that literally shuts down at 10pm. Needless to say, we didn't find any fried wontons...it was sad story!
Our sad story proceeded to get worse. We get into the elevator, push the 2nd floor and then realize that neither of us know our room number. Rut Rhoe, we however, think this is absolutely hysterical. Bubbles takes the room key and tries probably 7 out of 10 rooms, while I sit on the comfy chairs, trying to decide how I can get some fried wontons. :) No such luck finding our room, we didn't try the one next to the elevator because we thought we remembered walking further than that out of the elevator. Only we, would screwed that up! Down to the lobby we go, to ask the front desk clerk what room we are in. She asks what the name on the room was, and the only thing I wanted to say was "its a fun last name." Its a good thing Bubbles knew the last name, because I couldn't come up with anything besides "its a fun last name." I am sure the front desk clerk, was not the least bit amused!
Finally make it back to our room, sit up and chat for a little bit and then hit the sack. More in we passed the f*ck out, but hitting the sack will work for the moment. I wake up 2 hours later and rush to the bathroom. I proceed to toss my cookies for a good hour - hour an a half, while Bubbles is dead to the world. I try to wake her up on two different occasions, telling her I need a coke. The third time, I wake her up by yelling and throw money at her to go find me a coke to help settle my stomach. She kind of stumbles out of bed and manages to find me a pepsi. Good enough, I was just thrilled to have the bubbles. I am still tossing cookies in the bathroom, when in she comes. She looks at me and says "since I am already up, I might as well wash my face and brush my teeth, feel free to get sick while I am in here." And sure enough, she washes her face, brushes her teeth and then heads back to bed. There I sat praying to the porcilan god, to just let me begin to feel better. Never once did I say that I promise I will never drink again (that is normally what I say at that moment), but not this time. I just really wanted to get all of it out, so I could sleep!
We got up to Breckenridge around lunch time on Saturday. A little bit of a late start, after I had trouble getting out of bed Saturday morning. What can I say, its a little rough closing the bar getting home around 3ish & not able to fall asleep till 5ish. However, I managed to pull myself out of bed, pack, get to the bank, pick up my favorite Florida sweatshirt, and head west. We made it just in time for lunch at the Breckenridge Brewery. I of course, wasn't the least bit hungry, so I decided I would have a few (literally 3) chicken wings and probably 3 or maybe 4 carrot sticks. Their version of Guinness were flowing, the Irish Car Bombs weren't far behind...and soon enough I was not hungry at all! That my friends was my 1st major mistake. If you are going to try to keep up with Anita Mandlay than you best eat something. It wasn't as if I was even trying to keep up with her, but every time she orders herself a shot (which is fairly often) she orders a round of shots. God forbid, someone actually drink alone!
After lunch, we had a mission. I needed to buy some socks. I might be the only person to go to Breckenridge without any socks. My clogs were getting snow in them, and my toes were getting a little chilly. We asked a local and they pointed us to the Joy of Sox...what an amazing store. I was in heaven! I might be the only person I know that can never have enough socks! Lucky for me they had a package of 3 little miss match socks, which happened to be match a pair my mother had sent me a while back. Now I have three pairs of toe socks, as opposed to just three random socks. :) It was like hitting the jackpot in the sock world! After we were done with the socks, it is time to go bar-hopping...Anita Mandlay is extremely good at this. I thought I should have been able to hang, but I think I am officially getting old! I had one of the famous cookie sandwich that is literally better than anyway else. Its huge, the icing is creamy and so sweet that, almost to the point that you have to have a permanent sweet tooth to be able to eat the entire thing...this I can handle without batting an eye! After a few more shots and a couple of beers...back to the tattoo parlor we went. This time however, was for Bubbles! She got a dancer on the top of her left foot. I am sure the tattoo hurt, cause my hand was still throbbing for a good hour after the 10 minute tattoo was done. We did however, have to switch shoes because she couldn't have her tennis shoes rub against the tattoo. That seemed like a good idea, but I wear an entire size bigger than her, so it was a little rough on my toes. It was the first time I wore Saucony's, and they are now going to be referred to as Marshmallow shoes...they were amazing, it was ashame they were too small!
The night progressed from there...more and more shots combined with more and more beers, however, there was never another mention of food! Before I realized it, it was almost 10 pm and I forgot that we hadn't eaten dinner and that I hadn't actually eaten anything besides 3 chicken wings and some carrots all day..."oh, that magical cookie!" Anita Mandlay and her boy toy bounced and left the night to us youngsters. Bubbles and I sat around and chatted at Eric's downstairs bar. Some random moron's decided to buy us a beer, exactly what we didn't need...but that's okay we allowed them. The sad story was they didn't come over and talk to us at all! Thanks for the Guinness guys, it was much appreciated...but word to the wise you might want to actually talk to the girls you are buying beer for. We finish half a beer and then decide to bounce. On the way, all I wanted was fried wontons! I talked about fried wontons for at least an hour. For those of you who know Breckenridge, its a little skiing town that literally shuts down at 10pm. Needless to say, we didn't find any fried wontons...it was sad story!
Our sad story proceeded to get worse. We get into the elevator, push the 2nd floor and then realize that neither of us know our room number. Rut Rhoe, we however, think this is absolutely hysterical. Bubbles takes the room key and tries probably 7 out of 10 rooms, while I sit on the comfy chairs, trying to decide how I can get some fried wontons. :) No such luck finding our room, we didn't try the one next to the elevator because we thought we remembered walking further than that out of the elevator. Only we, would screwed that up! Down to the lobby we go, to ask the front desk clerk what room we are in. She asks what the name on the room was, and the only thing I wanted to say was "its a fun last name." Its a good thing Bubbles knew the last name, because I couldn't come up with anything besides "its a fun last name." I am sure the front desk clerk, was not the least bit amused!
Finally make it back to our room, sit up and chat for a little bit and then hit the sack. More in we passed the f*ck out, but hitting the sack will work for the moment. I wake up 2 hours later and rush to the bathroom. I proceed to toss my cookies for a good hour - hour an a half, while Bubbles is dead to the world. I try to wake her up on two different occasions, telling her I need a coke. The third time, I wake her up by yelling and throw money at her to go find me a coke to help settle my stomach. She kind of stumbles out of bed and manages to find me a pepsi. Good enough, I was just thrilled to have the bubbles. I am still tossing cookies in the bathroom, when in she comes. She looks at me and says "since I am already up, I might as well wash my face and brush my teeth, feel free to get sick while I am in here." And sure enough, she washes her face, brushes her teeth and then heads back to bed. There I sat praying to the porcilan god, to just let me begin to feel better. Never once did I say that I promise I will never drink again (that is normally what I say at that moment), but not this time. I just really wanted to get all of it out, so I could sleep!
Saturday, January 24, 2009
CHICAGO- the musical!
Ever heard of a tone deaf chick that can't get enough musicals? Well, that is me...totally tone deaf, but love musicals. I have seen quite a few in my day, from Miss Saigon, Les Miserables, Music Man, Cabaret. I have always wanted to Chicago, but it never worked out...until now! Chicago is currently traveling around the country and is coming to Denver at the beginning of February.
I asked a few of my friends to go with me, and they all had the same reaction...something to the effect of, "you can't even hear music, why on earth would you want to go to a musical? " The only thing better than Chicago coming to Denver is the Music Man. :) Every year, I treat myself to a birthday present, this year will be a ticket to see Chicago! It seems like I have a few people interested in attending the the show with me. I'll keep you posted, on how it turned out.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Brussel Sprouts & Carrots.
To say I was a picky eater as a child is a severe understatement. I ate plain white pasta with butter, a garden salad with oil and vinegar and bread at almost every dinner. For lunch I would have the standard peanut butter and jelly sandwich (but the jelly had to be knots berry farms strawberry) or else I wasn't going to come near it. I preferred crunchy peanut butter, but honestly didn't know it came in a creamy version, until I was probably 15 (I hated to go to the grocery store, and still do, so my whatever was in the pantry I thought was the only option).
When all four of us, lived in the house my mother would make what we now refer to as "hot meals" for dinner whenever their wasn't a softball, soccer or tennis practice or match. She is actually an amazing cook/chef and taught me most of everything I know to today. Unfortunately for her, she had the luxury of making 3 different meals at each dinner...remember I only ate PASTA (plain that is), and my sister usually had something else (most likely chicken) and then my parents would actually have meals. I truly feel that I lost out on expanding my taste buds because of my refusal to try anything. My parents were never the types that said I had to eat what was on my plate, and I am eternity grateful...if they had I would probably be that adult that doesn't touch certain vegetables. Instead, I am the adult that can't get enough vegetables. I love love love fresh veggies...I can't tell you the last time that I had canned veggies (it wasn't even college, I was poor, but I made scarifies elsewhere so I could have fresh veggies).
The other night I was making myself a snack before we went to Randall's goodbye party. Gonna miss that dude, but back on topic. I was on the phone with Big D and Ranger while I was cooking my snack. They asked what I was making...cooked carrots with Brussels sprouts :). Their jaws both dropped, a sigh came out I was lucky they didn't drop the phone. I was thrilled with my snack of fresh veggies sauteed in a little bit of spray butter. I added a little bit of grilling spices just to give that extra bite, but the veggies were cooked to perfection. Crunchy, piping hot, and pure melt in my mouth deliciousness! I know I know, I am strange...but we all have our little quirks, mine happens to be eating fresh veggies at really random times. Don't knock it till you try it!
Friday, January 9, 2009
CHOMPIANS!
Three-rific! Yep, the Gators are 3 time National Champions! GOOOOOO GATORS.
Had an absolute fantastic time at the Mile High Swamp. The drinks were flowing, the gator chomps were going like crazy, and florida cheers where by no means quiet or respectful of the fellow Sooners. All in all, I thought we were pretty decent winners. We cheered amongst ourselves and didn't really venture to the basement to rub it in the Sooner's face (or at least I didn't).
I had all my friends sing the "We Are The Boys" after the third quarter. Bubbles wanted to make it a kickline, grrrrrrrr, but I was just happy that she was singing along. I think the only part of the entire song she knew was F-L-O-R-I-D-A! Swallow was the DD for the night, and I was glad to have her. God bless her, she isn't drinking and came to deal with all of our drunk asses! Although, with the amount of energy I had I could have probably walked home. :). The only thing that could have been better was to have Tumbles and Werd here to celebrate the victory!
As usual, it is great to be a FLORIDA GATOR and part of the GATOR NATION!
Had an absolute fantastic time at the Mile High Swamp. The drinks were flowing, the gator chomps were going like crazy, and florida cheers where by no means quiet or respectful of the fellow Sooners. All in all, I thought we were pretty decent winners. We cheered amongst ourselves and didn't really venture to the basement to rub it in the Sooner's face (or at least I didn't).
I had all my friends sing the "We Are The Boys" after the third quarter. Bubbles wanted to make it a kickline, grrrrrrrr, but I was just happy that she was singing along. I think the only part of the entire song she knew was F-L-O-R-I-D-A! Swallow was the DD for the night, and I was glad to have her. God bless her, she isn't drinking and came to deal with all of our drunk asses! Although, with the amount of energy I had I could have probably walked home. :). The only thing that could have been better was to have Tumbles and Werd here to celebrate the victory!
As usual, it is great to be a FLORIDA GATOR and part of the GATOR NATION!
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