So to escape the insane cold last weekend, Johnny and I went down to Vegas, where it was only in the 30's. It didn't really feel warm, per say, but it did feel normal. And it was a fun trip. We went shopping-I got a new pair of shoes, we walked around on the strip and took in all the glorious and ridiculous excess that is the hotels there, and we saw a show at the Excaliber, where I also bought a really fun book about baths, yes baths, it has recipes for all sorts of baths depending on your moods and even shows you how to make bubble bath or bath salts or the fuzzy balls. Fun stuff. Come on, a book that features an Act-Your-Shoe-Size Bath is a keeper. I'll post excerpts if anyone's really interested.
PS. Apparently Las Vegas is sponsored by Pepsi, at least the strip is. Wierd.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Mouthing the Words to the Sore Throat Blues
Get it? cause I can't sing the blues cause I can't sing . . . ?
Well, anyway, I got this sore throat really suddenly Sunday night. And it was still there with a vengence when I woke up at 3 in the morning on Monday, and when I woke up for work on Monday. It got a little better by that night. Then Tuesday, my throat was okay--still not in singing shape--but I started feeling stuffy and my nose would spontaniously start to drain, not fun. And by Tuesday night I could really hear because my ears were blocked internally by stuff I don't want to think about.
And now today, my voice has deteriorated, which makes answering phones a lot of fun, (it's hard to fake for long periods of time, so I'm glad I just answer the phones and then pass people on) and I'm congested and I still can't hear!
Isn't winter fun?
Well, anyway, I got this sore throat really suddenly Sunday night. And it was still there with a vengence when I woke up at 3 in the morning on Monday, and when I woke up for work on Monday. It got a little better by that night. Then Tuesday, my throat was okay--still not in singing shape--but I started feeling stuffy and my nose would spontaniously start to drain, not fun. And by Tuesday night I could really hear because my ears were blocked internally by stuff I don't want to think about.
And now today, my voice has deteriorated, which makes answering phones a lot of fun, (it's hard to fake for long periods of time, so I'm glad I just answer the phones and then pass people on) and I'm congested and I still can't hear!
Isn't winter fun?
Monday, January 08, 2007
The Story of Guido
It begins with a very naughty cat who got into the fireplace . . . again . . .
So as punishment, and because he was very dirty, Guido got a bath.
So as punishment, and because he was very dirty, Guido got a bath.
As his punky appearance and angry stare would suggest, Guido wasn't so happy about his bath. Sadly, his unhappiness had consequences. In his rage, he got Johnny with his claws.
Believe me, it's worse than it looks. . . So to prevent anything like this from happening in the future, Johnny turned the fireplace into a condemned house.
Tara's Anti-smoking Ad
As if the inevitability of lung cancer and the fact that you are inhaling tar isn't enough to keep you away, consider the financial investment smoking is. Have you ever noticed how expensive cigarette packs are? It's quite ridiculous, especially when you consider how much it will cost for medical bills for that hacking cough and the amputation of your vocal cords, and the dental bills to whiten up those stained pearly whites.
Then there are the social costs. The gross smell emanating from your clothes and your house keep the suitors away. And I can't imagine kissing a smoker--gross! Then there's the laws passed that alienate you from non-smokers condemning you to little glass rooms in airports where people can stare and shake their heads in disgust. And when you need a smoking break, which you will, you have to go to cold, dirty parking garages possibly risking your life (I know how people drive), or street corners outside the building, giving off the appearance of loiters or solicitors.
Then there's the just plain inconvenience of it all. Having to take three or four breaks a day to grab a smoke, being forced outside in all sorts of weather. Then for those who smoke while driving (and there's an alarming amount in Salt Lake who do this) it doesn't matter if it's 13 degrees outside and snowing, you have to drive with the window down. This fact alone would keep me from ever smoking. I value the heat in my car more than anything else (granted heat is about the only thing going for it as far as vanity and convenience is concerned). And imagine how bad it would be to have to have the window rolled down in the summer and suffering the hot wind blowing on your frying arm that stuck out the window. (I have a little taste of this since my black car doesn't have air conditioning.)
So if scary or funny commercials just aren't cutting it, consider the practical side of things and DON'T SMOKE. I will admit I have somewhat of a personal interest in this topic since the second-hand smoke I inhale could shorten my lifespan, too. And anyone who smokes and has a family, think of the children, and your spouse for that matter.
That is all.
Then there are the social costs. The gross smell emanating from your clothes and your house keep the suitors away. And I can't imagine kissing a smoker--gross! Then there's the laws passed that alienate you from non-smokers condemning you to little glass rooms in airports where people can stare and shake their heads in disgust. And when you need a smoking break, which you will, you have to go to cold, dirty parking garages possibly risking your life (I know how people drive), or street corners outside the building, giving off the appearance of loiters or solicitors.
Then there's the just plain inconvenience of it all. Having to take three or four breaks a day to grab a smoke, being forced outside in all sorts of weather. Then for those who smoke while driving (and there's an alarming amount in Salt Lake who do this) it doesn't matter if it's 13 degrees outside and snowing, you have to drive with the window down. This fact alone would keep me from ever smoking. I value the heat in my car more than anything else (granted heat is about the only thing going for it as far as vanity and convenience is concerned). And imagine how bad it would be to have to have the window rolled down in the summer and suffering the hot wind blowing on your frying arm that stuck out the window. (I have a little taste of this since my black car doesn't have air conditioning.)
So if scary or funny commercials just aren't cutting it, consider the practical side of things and DON'T SMOKE. I will admit I have somewhat of a personal interest in this topic since the second-hand smoke I inhale could shorten my lifespan, too. And anyone who smokes and has a family, think of the children, and your spouse for that matter.
That is all.
Location, location, location
So, I'll admit, I wasn't overly thrilled to be living in Kearns because it has such a bad rap as being dangerous. Some of which is earned since questionable kids walk by my house on the way to school, and spray painting on fences is common, and this one time, when we got new carpet, I went to the park to use the bathroom because the one that we have in our house had carpet pieces propping it open and I have many issues regarding doors and bathrooms. . . anyway I totally got freaked out in the park by a bunch of kids who should have been in school who looked like a gang.
Well, despite all this, the more I live in my house, the more I realize that we are ridiculously close to anything we could ever need. We are right next to Jordan Landing, and the big shopping center on Redwood. There are fast food and restaurants all close by. Many a Walmart and Reams and Smiths are in the neighborhood. There's even a Home Depot I discovered the other day. Pretty much everyday that I drive home I see something else cool right down the street. There's a dollar movie down the road. It never ends. Talk about prime real estate. Nice.
Well, despite all this, the more I live in my house, the more I realize that we are ridiculously close to anything we could ever need. We are right next to Jordan Landing, and the big shopping center on Redwood. There are fast food and restaurants all close by. Many a Walmart and Reams and Smiths are in the neighborhood. There's even a Home Depot I discovered the other day. Pretty much everyday that I drive home I see something else cool right down the street. There's a dollar movie down the road. It never ends. Talk about prime real estate. Nice.
Announcement (no I'm not pregnant)
But we do have a new addition-- we got a cat. A really cute orange and white male cat named Guido--as in the movie Cars. (Good show if you haven't seen it.) I was going to post this a few weeks ago when we got him, but had some picture difficulties, so expect some pics soon. He was sick when we got him from the Humane Society, so we didn't fully realize how strange he was, but it turns out he's crazy enough to fit right in. He loves people, the bathtub, and apparently, now the fireplace too. If he gets soot on my carpet, I will join Morgan and throw him out the window. I'm sure he wouldn't mind, he's been eyeing the snow and he'd land on his feet, so I might have to find another form of punishment. I'd totally lock him in the basement if I could, but the stairs have no door, so I'm stuck.
Anyway, more to come on that later.
And PS, not one single mouse problem since he arrived, yeah!
Anyway, more to come on that later.
And PS, not one single mouse problem since he arrived, yeah!
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