Thanks!
i know everyone likes their sbux location best, but mine really is better–not only can you find IN magazine there, but they added my recent column to their bulletin board.
go visit the girls and either rory at yoshi-bux; they make your drink with love. seriously.
106th south & state(ish) in sandy. can you believe it, coffee in sandy. yup!
my place doesn’t have ac, making this past week nearly unbearable. i’m lucky enough to be able to escape the heat and spend my day in an air-conditioned office. daisy, however, isn’t so lucky. she’s found the coolest spot in the house to be the kitchen floor–where she’s taken up camp. slowly but surely, she’s dragged her “good” toys and “wet soggy stick to the bottom of my foot” bones there with her.
she rotates sides, but beyond that there is no movement. but, i’ve found she will be coaxed away with ice cubes, or diet treats as we call them at my house.
global warming sucks, i need to move.
or at least a peek out my office window.
yes, that is a sexy man doll. yes, that sticker is a giant lie. yes, i’m a diane turner fan. and finally, yes mom, that is a shot glass at the office.
notice anything other than my poorly painted toenails?
of course you do, i’m wearing mismatched flip flops. sadly, i didn’t notice until i was already in park city for the day. i was in a rush to leave and rather than take the time to wear pretty shoes i grabbed for my nearest flops.
it could have been worse, they could have been crocs.
don’t forget to read my adventures dating mr. rodent…here. 
Every Utahn who grew up in Salt Lake during the eighties remembers eating out at the Training Table restaurant. It was standard fare for high school date night, and their television ad didn’t change for about 20 years. I still think that the girl in the tv ad was hot. I wonder what she’s doing now; she’s probably a mom with four kids and a mortgage. . . a pretty hot mom, that is!
Any way, not to get distracted, I need to set the record straight. The other day we stopped at the Training Table for lunch and we ordered all of the standard stuff, including an order of cheese fries. (“Cheese fries, that’s the last thing I need, an order of cheese fries”) Of course we got an order of dipping sauce to go with the fries. For those of you unfamiliar with dipping sauce, it looks like a bowl of barbeque sauce with a big blob of mayonnaise in the middle.
As long as I can remember we always mixed up the dipping sauce with a butter knife. Everybody knew this back then. A quick stir with the knife and your cheese fries were ready for yet another Utah original. But out-of-towners unfamiliar with standard dipping sauce protocol were obviously unaware of the requirement to stir with a knife.
So, we’re at lunch and I notice that there’s no knife on the table, just a fork. And Sarah picks up the fork and begins stirring the dipping sauce. I’m immediately appalled at the gross breach of protocol and begin to “educate” everyone at the table who did not grow up here and did not know about the knife rule.
Whether you are originally from Delta, or California, or wherever, just understand one thing: we stir our dipping sauce with a knife! Got it?
to ensure my spot in heaven i added this to my car–
to celebrate the 23 years of slavery, i took ben to see social distortion friday night. i checked the supply and he had enough underwear (happy craig?), so i thought a real present was in order. i’ve always loved the mike ness, and listened to social d constantly in high school. ben would “borrow” my tapes as a kid and social d quickly made an impression and he was a fan.
despite the insane heat inside the venue we had a great time. it was good to run into some old friends from back in the day, and even better to spend time with my punk rock girls, and better yet i’m the proud new owner of a sick girl social d jacket. it’s mine, all mine…finally!
while thumbing through a copy of playboy at a friend’s house today i couldn’t help but notice this:
