Wednesday, November 19, 2008

A couple of things I am "Tank-Full" for today

Today I spent my lunch hour driving around in this

I bought my car in the fall about two years ago. It is used but it was new two me. I wanted something smaller and fun that got good gas mileage. The first year I had it I rode with the top down a lot when it was warm enough. But by the end of October it was up until spring. This year I havent taken the time to enjoy it as much (the top is manual so it takes a couple of extra minutes to put it up or down).

This week has been very warm in Denver, we even broke a record yesterday so I have been enjoying beautiful top down lunch hour mid November. I know it can't last (tomorrow is supposed to be in the 40's) but it hs been fun while it lasted.

To top it off today I filled up my tank for a mere $15.00. Now that is something

to be "tank-full" for.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Some sweet blog candy.

  • Korin over at Sweet and Sassy Stamps is giving away some awesome blog candy. Check it out here.
  • More on Chris's blog here

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Everybody needs a good laugh now and then.

I have been way too busy and stressed out lately. Working more than I really want to. Not sleeping well or feeling great. I don't think there is anything really wrong with me other than too much stress. So in an attempt to relieve some of the stress my friend Emily and I decided to get tickets to the new Improv theatre. We looked through the list of upcoming headliners for a weekend that would work for both of us. We settled on Pauly Shore.

I know, I know, the Weazel himself. I would classify Pauly Shore as a D-List celebrity (like Kathy Griffin). He had a few stupidly funny movies years ago and hasn't done much since. I reluctantly admit that I actually liked Bio-Dome and Son-In-Law, but I still didn't know what we were getting into.

We arrived before the doors opened for the earliest show on Friday night. When we are ushered in the hostess asks Emily and I if we want to sit in the front row. We say, "sure". She takes us to a table litterally front and center. The edge of our table was actually touching the front of the stage and I could touch the microphone stand (I didn't, that would have been weird, but I could have).

We ate dinner, talked and waited. Of course there were a couple of opening acts. The first guy was short and hairy and he took off his tuxedo t-shirt mid act. At this point I am wondering why we chose to sit front and center (can I just say, eeewwww) . I don't even remember his name.

The second guy was a local guy. His name was Dick Black (yes, that is his real name) and he was VERY funny.

Finally we get to our headliner, Pauly Shore. I am not really sure what to expect. The guy may be 40 years old. He may not have had a hit movie since 1996, but he was funny! There were several times when I was laughing so hard my sides and my cheeks hurt. There were some crude comments and jokes, there might even have been a point where he had his foot on our table while doing some strange gyrations (sp?) but he delivered. He even stuck around for pics afterwords.

Thanks Pauly, I needed that. I feel better today. Maybe laughter really IS the best medicine.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

An Ode to High Pockets

So in my daily blog hopping yesterday I came across this post by The Jolly Porter. I love his humor. Read his post first and then this rant will make more sense 

.Post Edit: This blog os no longer there but lets just say it was a guy who was surprised when his wife walked into the room with a sharpie pen sticking out of her read on.

My first reaction is that guys just don't get it. To a woman her bra/cleavage is just another pocket. I learned this from a very young age. When I was growing up we went on family road trips caravan style with cousins and grandparents. This was way before cell phone days so each car in our family caravan was equipped with a CB radio.

Everyone in the family had a "handle" or a CB nickname so we knew who we were talking to. My dad was Grumpybear, I was Littlebitz and my mom's handle was High Pockets. She earned this nickname for her uncanny ability to hide her keys, money, etc. in her bra. Whenever we would go somewhere and she didn't want to take her entire purse with her all the necessities went straigh into her high pockets.

Years later I am doing the same thing. I can't count the number of times I have been standing at the gas pump credit card in hand and I realize I am not wearing anything with pockets. Where does the card end guessed it, it goes right into my high pocket.

This can be embarassing when my next stop is the drive through to pick up something quick for dinner between jobs. I place my order, drive around to the window to pay...and THEN I realize that my debit card is not in my is in my bra and now I have to discretely dig it out and hand it to zit faced drive through boy.

Oh it gets better. Once I forgot my card was there after coming home from a late night and went straight to bed. I woke up the next morning with my credit card number imprinted on my left breast...nice! It has happened with change too. It is strange to see the heads of presidents imprinted on your skin.

Since we no longer have to use bulky CB radios on road trips I have started putting my cell phone in my high pocket. That way I can crank the music really loud and still know when my phone is ringing. Although it can cause stares when you go into a roadside truck stop and your boobs ring.

The following items have been in my high pocket at one time or another (sometimes more than one of these items are in there together).

Car keys
Cell phone
Money (Bills and change too)
Credit card
Papers (ie mapquest directions, coupons etc.)
Small toys (where am I supposed to put that dinosaur when the kid insists on bringing it but wont carry it anymore)
Crumbs (strange what you find at the end of the day)

So to all the guys out there that wonder why we put things in our bras, it's out of necessity. Pockets are not always available. And if that is my list imagine what she can get into her high pockets

Honestly, you didn't think I was going to post a pciture of my cleavage now did you???