mmm pizza

in case you were wondering and are ever in the area, the world’s best new york-style pizza lives in my (soon to be former) apartment complex. it’s magical. and the best part is, they speak spanish…er…maybe not…




p.s. i need to learn why sometimes my phone takes black and white pictures. not that taking a picture of a takeout menu in black and white isn't artistic...

okay fine i give up

i think i owe a lot of people this post. and i think it’s really overdue. a handful of people “tagged” me with this little quiz meaning i have to fill it out or else a disaster beyond my imagination will occur. so better late than never, right? eh..

jobs i've held...
1. i used to babysit. like the babysitters club. only without the club part. and then one of the boys i was watching one time fell and hurt his arm. i told him to tough it up and sent him to bed with ice on it…his mom called the next day to let me know he actually broke it and thanks for being responsible about taking care of her son

2. i got hired to work at burger king one time when i was 14. only after i accepted the job did the manager who hired me realize i was only 14 (he was really smart) and apparently burger king has some really hazardous stuff going on that i was forbidden to touch per child labor laws. i could only work the cash register. couldn’t even wipe down a table. this never made sense to me – a) money is dirty and b) what if there was a hold up? i’d be the first to go. i think i worked there for one day

3. meghan and i ran a southwestern jewelry kiosk at costco one time. we weren’t supposed to work together, but we always stayed for each other’s shifts because then you could tag team – one of you mans the store while the other one makes a free-samples run. one of our customers licked every single ring we had. yes…licked

movies i can watch over and over...
1. if only the “never-ending story” really was never ending. then i could probably watch that without getting too bored

2. meghan and i watched the “santa clause 2” probably 40 times in a row one night. well not the whole thing, but just a couple scenes because the little girl was such a bad actress. the more we watched it, the better we both felt about our chances to be successful in hollywood

my guilty pleasures...
1. gray’s anatomy

2. cheese. any and all cheese

3. popping zits (ewww why’d i say that??)

tv shows i enjoy...
1. gray’s anatomy. even though my med student friend told me it wasn’t that believable. we’re not friends anymore

2. anything on vh1. i just saw this show called “the shot” that’s about aspiring fashion photographers. it involved taking pictures of huge tarantulas. now that’s entertainment

places i have been on vacation...
1. one time i visited maine, which i always wanted to do ever since i did a school report on it. i chose maine because i knew nobody else would. i don’t remember anything about my report except that the cover had sailboats on it. thank goodness for clipart. i was told maine was a lot like seattle, which is mostly true except for the part about falling down those dumb rainy hills everyday on my way to work in seattle

2. every other cliché (and even non-cliché) city (butte/butt montana) you can think to vacation. well not really, but i don’t feel like listing anymore places

3. i don’t visit places so much as i do pick up and move to places…i need to work on that. i hear vacationing is nice

favorite foods...
1. cheeeeese!

2. pickles

3. marshmallows only my stomach never agrees with that one

4. sometimes i think the kraft mac and cheese commercials make me fake crave the stuff. i never like it when i eat it though. but a+ for good advertising

awards i have won
1. i think i won a drawing contest in kindergarten. i think it was a picture of a slide. i might need to confirm that with my mom

2. i seem to have a lot of medals from various flute competitions, but i couldn’t tell you what they are. maybe some dancing ones too

3. meghan would probably give me a “best sister” award if she ever thought of it (ahem)

4. i won a radio contest once but it wasn’t really an award and it was because of a story that wasn’t really true so maybe i shouldn’t be proud of that

5. sadly i’ve never won an employee of the month award. nor have i ever worked for a company that has employees of the month. i should probably consider that in my next job move

secretly, i wish i could....
1. be a professional dancer

2. own a coffee shop

3. tell the time just by looking at a glass of water

a random thing about me...
i get the song “bicycle” by queen stuck in my head a bizarre number of times in any given week. odd since i don’t even own a bicycle

i won’t tag anyone on this because i don’t wish pending destruction on anybody. i’m just that nice

the art of hair

when it comes to vanity, the one thing i’m not ashamed to spend money on is my hair. my hair and i have a very amiable relationship – it does what i want it to do in return for me promising not to a) fry it or b) shave it off. so far so good (only, the 80s don’t count because i was too young to be held accountable for any and all perms my hair went through (thanks mom)). oh and maybe this fried my hair a little bit


but it was fun and fruit-stripey and probably not the most conservative thing i could have done while working at an all-about-image law firm. but that’s okay because i never wore nylons either like i was supposed to. or maybe that makes it not so okay…either way, the point is – i can sort of empathize with your recent anxiety, nat nat. only your freakout is more legit because i was in dc and you work in provo…

so one of the first things on my to-do lists when i move to a new place is to find a worthwhile hairdresser (i have a pretty extensive list of good salons across the u.s. if anyone’s looking). i found (and heart) michael at flirt salon right away. he’s so great because a) he’ll spend 3+ hours on my hair to make it look just right (most people quit after 2…i have a lot of hair). b) he has a tattoo of a homestar-runner lookalike star on the inside of his arm – it’s just something to look at when you’re getting your hair cut for 3 hours. c) in his spare time, he runs a real estate business and is always trying to sell me a house. d) i just found out he races and shows horses. so that’s a funny combination. i wanted to ask him if he uses foils to dye his horses’ hair too and i wanted to suggest that they should go blond, but then i thought they probably look okay with their natural color.

meghan is not so lucky at finding good stylists. i told her about michael right away, but she didn’t listen and went to some lady that made her look like a member of the cast for hairspray. finally, she just went to michael and was very pleased. except that she asked for bangs and got fringe. here’s the difference – bangs are short and go straight down. fringe is longer - more like a layer and kind-of swoops to the side (picture my hand motions). here’s her hair


i went a few days after her and asked for fringe. he gave me bangs. here’s my hair. what do you think? pretend like i don’t look neked. i’m not. but do i look like a 12 year old? it’s grown on me and as you can see, i try to make it look like fringe, but sometimes i’m envious of meghan’s fringe. only in my head though. i think it becomes one of the seven sins if i say it outloud. wait…i just did…crap

i was going to photoshop meghan’s fringe on my hair and my bangs on hers, but it turns out that looks really scary, so i’ll just let you use your imagination. we don’t do enough of that these days.

come fly the friendly sky

this is why i love southwest airlines. because you get to choose who you sit by. other airlines are such a crapshoot because sure you might have the best seat in the house…er…plane, but then the man resembling and smelling like a moldy raisin ends up having the second best seat on the plane, which happens to be right next to you. not with southwest though. and i’ve decided that it isn’t worth trying to get the coveted “a” section tickets because you run the same risk. no no – you want to be the last person on the plane because then you get the huge benefit of choosing who you sit next to. for example, how could i not sit next to this guy on my flight to utah?

even if the entire plane was empty and i could sit anywhere i still would have sat next to him. now, given the quality of my camera phone (p.s. i’ve gotten better at remembering to turn my phone to silent before taking pictures), the original picture just doesn’t do it justice. so i made a recreation of what he actually and really looked like.

barney purple

i can’t believe i asked him if he was from utah. right as the words were leaving my mouth i wanted to pull them back in. of course you’re not from utah. we said it in unison – him outloud and me in my head: “you’re (i’m) from boulder.” i love it. the sad part was that he only talked to me a couple times during the flight – in between eating his organic whatever and talking to his wife, who just looked out the window and laughed at who knows what the entire trip. he talked about how he can’t figure out the concept of sudoku and how he loves gambling at wendover and i overhead him tell his wife she needs to make him a new hat because the one he was wearing was starting to fade. fabulous

this is halloween

so in case you were wondering what a young single woman with no kids and no desire to dress up like a chesty bunny wearing stilettos does for halloween, here’s your answer:

the third annual spooky wooky yorkie halloween party. denver loves hosting things for dogs. especially when it entails dressing them up. one might think this means denver hates dogs because how cruel to make them dress up like fairies (we really did have two “fairies” at the party), and that’s probably true. but come on – it’s so funny. only maybe the boy dog dressed up like britney spears was a little much.

in our intense efforts to participate in only the highest-class activities (also known as – “will this make a good story?”) meghan and i just had to go to this refined little event. i got milo a pirates of the carribean costume with a really cool little hat (complete with jack sparrow dreads and beads pertruding from its rim). only milo refused the wear the hat. come on man – i spent good money (not really) for that hat! so, he looked a little less pirate and more peasant or homeless person in raggy..rags…and he’s a total scruftster right now, so hair all over the place and disheveled. plus i don’t really know what happened to him – he’s only supposed to be 6 pounds, but he’s a little mutant pushing the 10 pound mark. which sounds small, until he’s in a room full of 3-4 pound dogs. wait – not just in the room with them, but actually and literally running them all over like some sort of godzilla. my dog’s the one running frantically across the screen.

he did this the entire time we were there. got in dog’s faces, jumped on them, pulled at ears and tails, ran in circles like a madman while all the other puppies pleasantly drank their tea with their pinkies raised. i love my dog.