The wonderful Carmen Electra. I can’t wait until I have a better photo where I actually look better than she does. I hate being outshined, but she’s pretty good at doing that. Bitch knows how to ride.
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It is insanely hot in SLC. I hate to leave my central air conditioning for anything except ice-cream and frozen yogurt. Basically I only get out about three times a day. Four if I am really hungry. This past weekend Luke and I had enough and packed up the new van and headed to Wild Iris. I know, kind of crazy for a bunch of boulderers to go sport climbing and even crazier for yuppies like us to have a van. Stepping out of our comfort zone was well worth it. Wild Iris is beautiful, the rock is solid, and the air is COLD…at least at night. We had such a great time that we even talked about going back next weekend. Sounds fun, but I think my comfort zone next week will be the Ritz Laguana.
We headed back to Castle Rock last weekend. We had another amazing trip. I sound like the people I make fun of, but that place is spiritual. Coming home Luke and I always feel refreshed and bubbly, this is in no part because we get to stop at the Outpost for burgers and real beer. A slew of new problems got put up and there are still many projects waiting to get sent. Hopefully this heat cools down otherwise Luke and I will be hitting up estate sales until bouldering season comes again. Check out some photos that Mike took, I might have stolen them off his blog…Oh and I love my Blurr Harmony Tank its the best color and organic. If you want to be cool get yourself one.
All the best girls in SLC came out for my birthday. The outfits were rocking, stiletto’s, flashy jewels, designer jeans, and of course the pants. I realized growing old is not so bad when you have a great group of friends and are wise enough to recognize it.
Really, I am not a pill popper. I actually hate taking medicine, but will succumb to promises of clear nasal passages and a restful sleep when I am feeling like hell. I definately fell for it last night, my throat killed and the Theraflu box, felt my pain. Unfortunately it did not live up to its promise and instead of having a restful nights sleep, like Luke finally was, I had caught his case of monkey brain on top of my cold. Bouncing all over the place and barely finishing one thought before another so kindly chimed in, here are some of the things filling my brain instead of dreams last night.
Was his mom mad that he got that tattoo on his arm? Maybe she has one?
There has to be more words that start with Qa in the scrabble dictionary, what the hell are they?
I really miss smoking cigarettes sometimes.
I am still pissed off…repeated over and over like counting sheep. Not good at all.
Luke’s hand feels really big in mine.
Did I forget to reassign shoes to the right product groups at work?
What should I wear tomorrow(I always am thinking this)?
Why can’t I be thinking of something meaningful and profound instead of all this nonsense?
HELP!!!!
http://www.jango.com/stations/51050;tunein?u=0&song_id=88038&proxy_id=388835
http://www.islumber.com/?s_kwcid=can’t%20sleep|1310163893#
Maybe that was too much xanax to take before going live on T.V., but I was nervous, overwhelmingly nervous. Had I known that I was going to show up to the station and be thrown on air without any prep, I might have chosen against waking up at 4:30 am. Maybe, I should be flattered that Park City TV had enough faith in me that they actually believed I would be cool and calm under the hot lights and random news stories.
So, the xanax didn’t calm my nerves, but somehow it managed to make me dull. We have all met that person that seems over medicated and flat…well that was me Thursday morning at 7am. Flat, dull, monotone, QUIET! The producers actually told me during the commercial break that, “it’s a morning show, don’t be afraid to be perky and you’re too quiet, let your voice have some pitch to it.” This was a first, I have never been told I was quiet, but I took the advice/criticism and went with it. Hour two, I felt better. I even cracked some jokes, but in the end although my ego was slightly crushed I was glad not to have to go back and relive, live my inability to talk to the camera like it’s my best friend. It was an experience, I am glad I tried, but I realize now I am going to have to find some other way to be fabulous.
http://www.jango.com/stations/257705;tunein?u=0&index=436
Thursday Jan 31, 7am mountain morning show/ laugh with me not at me.
I am only slightly nervous that I will be hosting a two hour morning show on Park City TV Thursday morning. What scares me most is the fact I need to be there by 6:30 am. If you know me well, you understand my fear. When I told my father about it he first asked, “Is this a porn front?” then, “do I have to pay to be on the show?” I understand his concerns; it is random that they picked me to host, but who knows where it might lead? I am excited…better start planning my outfit!
We all have one. That go to outfit that no matter how flat your hair looks, greasy your face is, or bloated you feel you can slip it on and feel semi presentable. Why is that? If only the bad times were so fixable, I could throw on my skinny True Religions, cashmere gray turtle neck, red flats, and gold jewelry and feel like it was all going to be ok. I suppose just how we are not always feeling badly over the same mundane, self-fulfilling crap; our go to outfit is constantly changing. Just in case you feel bloated and you are looking for a pick me up, here are some of my favorite outfits…I doubt you have these, but you can always modify. Who knows, you might look and feel better today than ever before!
http://www.supremebeingclothing.co.uk/signedin/aw07/womenswear/w_skirts/womensskirts.html
This always makes me feel cute! The dress in the middle, not that you didn’t know.
Put it on and smile.
The go to shoe.
http://www.bagsnob.com/2007/10/fendi_spring_2008_the_return_o.html
Better than a face lift
http://www.jango.com/stations/14413;tunein?u=0&index=3&proxy_id=388835
Really, he is singing to you.
