Contact

karma. we all believe in it. some of us (read me) are terrified of it.

i enjoy making fun of things. i am the first to admit, i am not always a nice person. when i see something of interest i tend to point it out to my friends. while everyone does this to a degree, i have turned it into an olympic sport. i should feel bad, i know. unfortunately, if it weren’t for karma and the natural retribution it brings i wouldn’t. so after a string of bad luck this year i decided it was time to take it down a notch. mind you, i didn’t say quit. my mother told me never to be a quitter. i tried, i really really did. it was boring. boring to me and boring to the girls of coffee club. in fact they would joke about the entertainment of the evening. if my karma was already shot for the day we would have a good time, otherwise…well forget it. i can’t help it, i really can’t. i am a people watcher so i see things that need to be pointed out.

tim and aimee (1) , i blame you…..

the law of karma…..i am screwed.

maybe, just maybe next year i will break the habit. until then… bad luck for me. as i always say….if it weren’t for bad luck, i wouldn’t have any luck at all!

i had planned to stay out of the christmas wars. until today.

i was at best buy purchasing a few gifts. ok, fine i was there picking up some things for myself. so much for the original plan to only shop for others this season. seriously what was i thinking? as i was checking out i wished the sales clerk a merry christmas. the look on his face, yikes! i didn’t throw his kitten in a the river. i simply wished him a merry christmas, he stated that he was not allowed to accept that greeting. so, i am not thrilled with the current trend of being so politically correct that clerks are not allowed to wish customers a merry christmas. but i can deal. however, someone not accepting my greeting? i refuse to accept that.

what happened to tradition? christmas trees to holiday trees. what next, banning the reindeer?

i have a nasty little cold. yes, still. whoever gave me these fun little germs, may you be cursed with tacky christmas presents.

seeing that i am going to be staying in for the evening i stopped off to pick up a flick. after much debate i made a decision and walked to the counter, where my current blockbuster boyfriend was having a phone conversation with what sounded like a disgruntled customer. as he ended the conversation he shook his head telling he wished all people that yelled on the phone would lose their voice. i smiled pretty and made my best attempt to speak. realizing that i was without voice, he quickly turned bright red. i got a good laugh out of it, that is if i could laugh….

it was well worth braving the cold. who cares if the movie sucks, i got my entertainment for the evening.

recently a friend told me i was a pessimist. who, me? whatever.

so i bring you positive things about being home with a cold:

1. wearing comfy jammies and ratty slippers
2. chocolate peanut butter shakes
3. watching crap movies, guilt free (dirty love)
4. not having to go outside when it is freezing

see, skippy? i can find the good in things.

from the salt lake tribune:
Eagle Mountain moves to name City Hall in honor of former mayor

“Anyone [who] will do the math will recognize that Kelvin Bailey was the best thing that ever happened to Eagle Mountain.”


what the hell are they putting in the water out there? explain to me how they managed to forget the fact that bailey is a big fat lier? i guess all you have to do around here for some recognition is fake your own kidnapping. bailey reportedly confessed to inventing the kidnapping due to his “struggling with the stresses of his responsibilities as mayor”. ok cool, let’s name a city building after you. who cares you faced misdemeanor charges of filing false police reports. no biggie. let’s congratulate you, and eat cake.

i have been thirty for a month now. it has settled in, not well i might add. it’s a done deal, nothing i can do about it. trust me, i tried. convincing my mother i really wasn’t born in 75 proved not only difficult but impossible.

so, i reflect. my life isn’t exactly where i thought it would be at 30. remember in our early twenties, if anyone 30 or older came to our parties we laughed inside at them, and sometimes outside as well? well i am that girl. i thought i would be attempting adulthood at this age. finished with school, knowing what i wanted to be when i grew up. well guess what, i am grown. still not finished with school. not living in the burbs with 1.5 children, which i might point out i am very happy about but still…..you just kind of expected your life to be there at 30. i have been lucky, i am healthy (relatively) and have amazing friends and pseudo sisters whom i love and adore–and quite honestly coffee club with them is more satisfying than burb life could ever be!

they say 30 is the new 20, if this is true then i am right on track. that would mean this is not a mid-life crisis blog but a rant….riiight?

for the sake of curiosity….is there anyone besides my aimee reading this blog?

i have a bit of a cold– at first i thought it was seasonal depression, the winter blah’s. which i think we are all suffering from this week. anyway, i hate having the sniffles. purple magic juice is the only cure. who needs a hot toddy– add a little vodka and voila…the best of both worlds!!!

i just saw this online. how can i not read it?! i am totally stopping by b&n on my way home. so much for my real evening plans.

playground: a childhood lost inside the playboy mansion.

Saginor grew up in Los Angeles during the 1970s and 1980s in the most unusual of places: the Playboy Mansion. Saginor’s father was Hugh Hefner’s personal doctor and, after his divorce from Saginor’s mother, spent much of his time at the mansion surrounded by other powerful men and scores of Playmates. It was in this environment that Saginor and her sister, Savannah, got their first impressions of sex and how men and women relate to each other. Their mother tried to curtail the girls’ visits, but when she entered high school, Saginor demanded to live with her father and found herself thoroughly swept into a world where sex and drugs abounded and a typical evening was spent at the club with her father and a gaggle of Playmates. Unable to find the unconditional love she craved with her father, Saginor fell in love with Hef’s mercurial girlfriend, Kendall. Saginor is obviously still processing her dysfunctional childhood, which leaves the memoir feeling inconclusive at the end, but the ride is never anything less than engaging.

detailed interview here.

Jake Gyllenhaal’s urge
December 7, 2005, 4:50:05

Jake Gyllenhaal urges his sister to do onscreen sex scenes. The actor, whose sibling, Maggie Gyllenhaal starred in steamy movie ‘The Secretary’, has confessed although he cringes when he sees her nude in a movie, he thinks it is empowering for a woman to strip for the camera.
When asked how he feels about seeing his sister in a naked scene, Jake confessed: “It’s great

ummm…..okaaay, that isn’t at all fucked up right?! jakey-pooh, you have lost points with me. sure, i wouldn’t kick you out of bed but i would stop and wonder exactly whose face you were picturing!!