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this is my blesbian blover tiburon with her beloved keane band members~

go HERE to vote for her blog as 'blog 'o the month' at mormon mommy blogs. NOW.

she just so happens to be the cinematographer of this little gwen stefani gem:

which has had a mere 261,403 views as of 8:34 this morning......

happy weekend~

it's all i got today. but i think it's pretty dang good....

party like rock stars this weekend! but live to tell the tale.

thankful thursday

things i am thankful for this week:

**nakano seasoned rice vinegar balsamic blend dressing--this little baby has seen me through many a salad over the last few months. it has only 15 calories per tablespoon and it tastes DIVINE. maybe not as good as the full-fat ranch from pizza factory, but really, what dressing could?

**my ROCK STAR daughter--she straight killed it on her grades and i couldn't be more proud. i am the proudest. the PROUDERESTEST.

**the steak burrito at diablo's cantina in las vegas . you go without for long enough that it becomes your supreme fantasy: i couldn't eat it without making "oooooohing" sounds with each bite. it was a tad bit obscene. and, yes, i thought i was gonna need a cigarette afterwards. (but i refrained.)

**this commercial that made me burst out laughing when i heard the first line while walking through new york new york on monday. there's nothing like watching something that says 'menopause' multiple times on their jumbo-tron with a few drunk bachelor-party attendees.

good times!

HIGH-TECH love scene

(image courtesy of le love)

when i was waxing philosophical about my junior prom rejection the other day, i started thinking about the movie 'pretty in pink'--i ADORED this film. partly because i wanted to be molly ringwald and rock the pink vw karmann ghia whilst wearing ultra-cool thrift store clothing that really came from contempo casuals. partly because i wanted a duckie for a bff while still keeping a blaine on the line to be my boyfriend/arm candy. and partly because i always thought my prom fiasco should have turned out like andie's. (it SO didn't. the only company i had that night was a 4 ounce bottle of robitussin. YIKES.)

it also got me thinking about one of my favorite scenes in the movie. which looks super low tech these days. but you still get the full effect:

P.S.--PRETTY IN PINK was one of the first records (yes. you read that right. i'm frickin' ancient.) that i bought with my pizza hut waitress job $$. and i STILL HAVE IT.

wing woman

when i saw this on gawker i had to read it twice. then i read it AGAIN.

i think, dear friends, that i have TOTALLY. FOUND. MY. CALLING. IN. LIFE.:

$30/hour: Personal Introduction Assistant / "wingwoman"
Date: 2009-05-20, 6:42AM EDT

We have an opening for a part-time personal introduction assistant, aka a "wingwoman."

You must be classy and dress well.

Beyond that you must be able to do 4 things: 1) start conversations with beautiful women; 2) after that, remain totally silent, unless spoken directly to, but smile and look friendly while the man you are "winging" orchestrates the social situation; 3) socialize and block any man or woman attempting to interfere with the man you are winging and any woman he is chatting with; and 4) end any conversation you are having instantly at the direction of the man you are winging. These requirements are essential, not for everyone, and difficult to do well.

Now, this is a job (that's why you get paid), but it's very fun, and you may even make new friends, or even meet someone special, if it doesn't interfere with your primary employment purpose.

This job is not for you if you are uptight, frumpy, grumpy, shy, a man-hater, a debbie downer, a critic, a control freak, a pouter, a therapist, researching, writing an article, with the press, a prostitute, an escort, a relationship counselor, or a feminist with a bone to pick. Gack.

You must be 18, usually 21 for the events we attend. All work is in public at cocktail parties, charity benefits, museum openings, and the like. You will be added to any list in advance, and any fees for the event will be paid. You are responsible for transportion. Subways are $2.

Although many events have free food and drink, this isn't dating, so don't ask to be bought anything. If you do ask, by mistake, don't be grumpy and bring the mood down when the answer is a polite no, or you will be paid for the time you have spent and politely sent packing.

This job is definitely for you if you are easygoing, classy, dress extremely well, and enjoy many, varied, and sometimes challenging social situations.

Our roster of full-time wingwomen is full, but we do have a part-time opening. Yes we are serious. Yes we are real. You might even have the time of your life.

Fan mail, hate mail, and non-responsive replies will not receive answers, so save us both the time and don't bother.

Please respond with a photo and contact information to the craigslist email in this ad. Thank you for your time.

seriously. should i apply? i am neither uptight, a debbie downer, nor a pouter.

PLUS i already have my 2 bucks for the subway.
I'M A SHOO-IN!!!!!

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does anybody else besides ME wish that blogger didn't put your number of 'followers' on your dashboard page?

i simply can't help it--my eyes go straight to that number every time i open my page, even though i try my hardest not to look.

i admit that i had the 'followers' box on my sidebar for a while. but i removed it because, even though i told myself that i didn't give a rat's arse, it always hurt a little when i realized that i'd LOST a follower.

i wondered what i did to offend, annoy, or repulse. i speculated on how realistic it would be that they just decided not to use a computer anymore. i even considered sending flowers, chocolates, strip-o-grams....whatever it took to win them back.

i guess it just goes to show that, no matter how old we are, we still feel the sting of rejection. it's like my suppossed boyfriend shane asking anne isom to the jr. prom right after i got home from BUYING THE FABRIC FOR MY FORMAL. to wear to the dance that i never got asked to.

(**insert tears HERE**)

i guess my rejection could really be worse:

(my favorite is his declaration at 1:07)

and i quote


those boys at dirty ron's are pretty smart--

this will be two minutes and three seconds of your life that you WON'T get back. you WILL, however, be entertained~

SO over you.

dear laundry,

where did we go wrong?

i was having such a great time with you on our mini-vacay. i especially liked lounging by the pool & going out to dinner while wearing you proudly.

but then you followed me home in multiple hotel dry-cleaning sacks. and you had the exceedingly poor taste to bring your friends with you. who brought their friends with them. along with various distant cousins and family members thrice removed.

so i just wanted to say: it's over. we are officially breaking up. myspace graphic comments

you are DEAD TO ME.

not very sincerely,


awesome advertising

kudos to toyota for making a wastey mc-wasterson like myself ALMOST want to buy a prius. and start that recycling.....

(push the little HQ button to get the full effect.)

mindi likes

galvanized metal 'cool' sign

glee hee hee

oh. my. GOSH.

glee was everything and MORE than i had hoped for--the writing was witty and sharp, the acting was ON IT, and the music was.......well, just BEYOND. i was so worried that i would have built it up too much in my mind, totally setting it up for failure. but it kicked some major a and took some major names.

how can you NOT love a tv program that includes quotes like:

"your resentment is DELICIOUS."

"you might think that all the boys in school would totally want to tap this, but my myspace schedule keeps me WAY too busy to date."

and "i don't see any of my guys wanting to join the glee club. last month they held down one of their teammates and shaved off his eyebrows just because he watched grey's anatomy."

i know i repeat myself, but any show that uses journey's "don't stop believin'" pretty much RULES:

and, fyi, MEN, you can watch this show and still totally keep your 'man card'--we women won't even play the ever-so-popular 'admit that you like it' game. your secret will be safe with us.

if you did not catch the pilot, you can watch HERE:

the only downside to this is that i have to wait until september to get my mr. schuester & company fix.


how i would like to look in a dress:

seriously? SERIOUSLY?

it just seems so not fair.

maybe she just has a really boring personality.....

happy weekend~

happy memorial day weekend everybody! i hope you all have something fabulous planned~

be back tuesday!

thankful thursday

things i am thankful for this week:

**THIS spectacular and high quality gold ring from the "california gold rush" vending machine at mr. d's convenience store. mia has been wanting to put a quarter in that puppy for so long. she finally realized her dream this week and couldn't. be. happier.

**my awesome las vegas weekend at the jw marriott with my even awesomerrrrr man. we lounged at the pool and felt like rock stars. traveling with the rbc is always so wonderful--i heart getaways with him. i am eternally grateful that we get to travel so much--it's the biggest perk of his job, and we take full advantage of it at every opportunity.

we were also STOKED to find a few new things to do down there that were F-R-E-E:

zowie bowie --these two are the current, totally hip lounge act at the palms. they rocked our world. who doesn't love an act that covers britney, the black eyed peas, and justin timberlake? we felt like we hit the proverbial las vegas jackpot. and were TOTALLY entertained.

jc wooloughans irish pub --we were thrilled to see "the joshua tree", a spot-on u2 cover band that played outside in the courtyard under the stars. they were awesome.

**for bangs that jody cut which make us feel so much older. which the mother isn't a fan of. (the looking older part. not the bangs part.)

**THIS delightful watermelon-cubing tutorial by my girl tiffany--i heart her. (and i have NEVER cut a watermelon this way. but am excited to do it. or rather, have megan do it for me.)

**and speaking of things i want megan to do--i'm hoping she'll make my girl kami's freaking radical all american fruit flag cake.

it has 3 of my favorite food groups: cookie dough, cream cheese, & marshmallow cream.


i am jacked OUT OF MY BRAINS for so you think you can dance TONIGHT!! you NEED to get on board with the most entertaining show of the summer.

and how could i even THINK about posting an ode of love to sytycd without posting the dance that i watched 1 billion times last season?

oh yeah, i couldn't:

eye of the tigahhhh

this awesome version makes me almost (i said ALMOST.) re-think my hatred of the ORIGINAL.
i love how "in" to it all the kids are. and a guy who knows how to jam on the guitar? puhleaze-- it was over for me before it started.....i'm a total sucker for that.

and the winner is......

karasti !

i was super happy to see this gal win because we have been blogging together for almost a year--she is adorable and has the most beautiful smile. i think it's quite infectious!

karasti, email me your information at and i will get your prizey to you right away~

as always, thank you to everyone who commented. i love seeing who's out there lurking in the shadows.....

tune in next month for another superfantastic giveaway. it COULD blow your mind.

i {heart} carbs

so i've been on a fairly restrictive diet and i've come to one conclusion, and ONE CONCLUSION ONLY: carbs make my world go 'round.

everything that i crave, unfortunately, falls into the "naughty/NO NO NO/BAD GIRL" carb category--chips, mexican food, cookies, brownies, sweet rolls, pizza, cheetos etc. hell, at one point i was ready to sell one of my kidneys for a freaking bowl of frosted flakes.

what frustrates me is the fact that i've never been motivated by good, healthy foods that are for the sole purpose of fueling my body. i would bypass a really good piece of fruit for a single reese's peanut butter cup. (okay, i lie: TWO.) and i've always been of the opinion that lettuce is for rabbits and garnish, not for consumption. but, on the other hand, i feel strongly that carbs should be incorporated into every single meal. nay, BITE, if possible.

what the last couple of months how told me, however, is that this love affair is strictly one-sided. carbs simply just don't love me back.

by cutting back on the amount that seemed to find their way into my mouth, i was able to drop more than twenty pounds. (with some other help. but mindi doesn't want to start ww3 today--that's for another time.)

i was surprised that it worked. i've never gone without to this degree before, so i refused to believe in my heart that it would actually work. i couldn't bear my blogimony of restricted carb intake. because then i would ACTUALLY HAVE TO RESTRICT MY CARB INTAKE.

so what i want to know is, how do i maintain my relationship with carbs without making it feel neglected? and i am NOT the girl, btw, who says, "i'll just never eat carbs again." because life wouldn't be worth living.

DIET is always gonna be a 4-letter word in my book.

{image courtesy of tammy}

anybody have any great advice? bueller? bueller?

VOTE for jennie

this is one of my talented and loverly blogging bff's, jennie

this is the beautiful cake she made with her own two bare & talented hands.

this is the desk she could win if you vote for her HERE--it only takes a few seconds and you don't have to enter any personal information (besides your weight and your sexual preference. joking.)

she has entered a contest at the original scrap box and if you scroll thru the entries HERE

you will find that hers is the most fabulous and deserving by FAR.

i've always believed in the power of bloggers--let's show them what we can do!

did you know?

that THIS poster was a fake?

and that THIS one is the real deal?


hb jody!

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hb to my bestie jody~you make adult orthodontia look GOOD!!!

the milk glove

i'm seriously not sure how i have lived without this genius invention for so long:

ooh la la

i thought i was nearly over my skull phase.

that is, until i saw this bitchin' ring by julia restoin roitfeld on i *heart* you~

i guess i'm more predictable than i thought.....

hb sheldon!

hb to my wonderful father-in-law~

camera envy

"Ok, now tilt your head a little to the left, make a fist and bring it up under your chin, and gaze off into the distance. There...that's perfect."

i am a crappy photographer.

there. i said it out loud. but i think the world in general already knew that about me.

for years i didn't even own a camera. i relied on the kindness of family, friends, and the occasional stranger to provide me with photos of my offspring.

i don't know if it's because i didn't want to then SCRAPBOOK said photos, (a fate worse than DEATH) or if i just thought that i would always remember the moments because i had such a spectacular memory and recall of all events in general. (note to self: DON'T do that again. your memory sucks.)

so i've decided to step up my game when my man surprised me with the mother of all mothering day gifts: a nikon d60.

it's similar to the camera that my girl kami has, and her photos are fanFREAKINGtastic. so i hope that just by possessing the camera i will work photography magic.

there are a LOT of numbers, however, and many dials to turn or break or adjust to the wrong setting and a few buttons to push that i think might have been invented by the dharma initiative.

what i'm most excited about? to join the club of "really good moms" at the school play/recital/program who have those ginormous cameras with the fancy straps ordered off of etsy. with what appears to be a scope worthy of the hansen planetarium attached.

while at chandi's school program the other night, i had a small epiphany:the level of your mothering greatness is in direct proportion to the size of the lens attached to your camera.

well now i'm gonna be able to hold my head high come next school year.

my game plan is to walk right in with my largest lens attached and scream,"what NOW, BIZNATCHES?!"

btw: i am already to page 10 of my manual. i feel that i should be ready to open my own photography business within the week. specializing in glamour shots and "concept" photos.

"Now, just imagine you're weightless, in the middle of the ocean, surrounded by tiny little seahorses."

smartest 4 year old in the world

how do we know?


(she gets her good looks from her dad and her incredible, mind-blowing intelligence from her mom.)

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if you haven't entered my superfantastic blog giveaway, you need to do it. NOW.

(it ends tomorrow at midnight.)