The Number Five

Dear my head,

Me, you, and this migraine really need to go our separate ways. OK?

All my undying,
Em

While in Jackson Hole last weekend, my friends and I ended up spending a solid hour in Alberstons for no real reason  (ok… actually, the real reason was to get a treat, but we got side tracked.  See exhbit A below.Yes, that’s in the grocery store.)

During the romp around the store I discovered a locally bottled root beer.  A sucker for glass bottled soda I decided to pick up a 4 pack.  I cracked the first one tonight, and holy molars Batman, it’s awesome!  Now I’m kind of bummed I didn’t pick up a few more. Luckily there’s always the future.

Yep, you read that right.  It’s called Buckin’ Root beer.

The thing that blows my mind is that every time I even smell root beer, I’m immediately 6 years old, and having dinner with my family at Shakee’s pizza.  My dad would always splurge and get a couple pitchers for the table.  Then I would beg for quarters to play the pinball machine. Then I would lose the game in 30 seconds.  Then I would beg for more quarters.  Then he would say no.  Then I would cry. And then we would go home…. Shrug.

I’m not feeling ship-shape today, and it’s been noticed by more than a few people.  I took NyQuila last night, to avoid a night of hacking.  The result was a day of randomness and delayed reactions.  I was so off at one point that my bossed asked me if I knew who Brandi Carlile was.  Rest assured, I’m not that jacked…

Unrelated, a new guy I work with reminded of an old Sesame Street segment today.  I’m not sure if it’s the hangover or not, but I love this.  I had TOTALLY forgotten it.  Seriously, how could I have forgotten something so awesome?

p.s. The other numbers are good too… remember the bald guy? I loved the bald guy. I’m just partial to 5.

Last night I headed north and met Miss Reale for an evening of talking, laughing, and judging in O-Town. Never one to shy from talking to strangers, Sarah asked some dude for a dessert place recommendation. On his word, we headed down the road to joint called Burch Creek Mercantile.

As soon as we pulled up, we know this place was a win.  The shop is completely old-school with soda jerks and ice cream, plus a candy store of really cool candy’s.  After enjoying a couple scoops, Sarah decided to make a few purchases.  What I didn’t know was that she bought us both Zotz.

I remember buying Zotz in the summer’s at the candy store near my grandmas house…but I can honestly say I haven’t had one in 20 years.  What I had forgotten was how freaking painful it was to eat them.  Within seconds my entire mouth was gripped in a strange series of near paralyzing configurations, while the sour-fizz did it’s trick.  I felt ridiculous, and couldn’t think or talk for at least five minutes after.  It was kind of awesome, and we both laughed hard at our ridiculousness.  I instantly felt 10 again.

I ate another one today.

About 20 minutes later he attached a tow rope to the biggest branch, then tied it to his bumper. As he headed east on our street, he ripped half the tree down. Genius.

Internet,

If you ever need a self-esteem boost, head to the west-side of any town and go to a Wal-mart.  Seriously.  It works…

I stumbled upon this gem of knowledge when I stopped in for some lawn-mower oil a few weeks back. Once inside, I started to count my many blessings, I will now name them one by one:

1. I have all me teeth (well, visible ones at least).

2. I have no excessive growths on my face or arms.

3. I bathe….daily.

4. No one can hear me breathing an aisle away.

The highlight of this VERY short journey happened when I went down the school supply aisle.  I looked left, I looked right, and suddenly felt claustrophobia settling in… I was boxed in, on all sides, by half a dozen people on their Jazzie’s.  It was a variable sea of motorized scooters, and no one would move.

The other bonus?  I now know where all the people at the State Fair live during the rest of the year.

Lindsay is on my couch, she just told me I have to blog more.

In the last 7 days I have managed to do a good amount of random things:

- Flown to Hollywood with less than a days notice.

- Attended American Idol live, and judged the audience far more harsh than the performers.

- Spent 2 days on set filming.

- Driven a smurf metallic blue PT Cruiser.

- Thrown a wedding shower ( a very successful one might I add).

- Gone to the temple with CDS for the first time (Logan).

- Barely slept.

- Gotten VERY close to closing on a house… it WILL happen this week!

- Had dinner in Santa Monica with Kateness and her boy toy.

- Seen the ocean for the first time in 19.5 months

- Nearly lost my mind at the poor reffing of a basketball game.

- Attended my first lacrosse match.

- Patched my windshield.

OK, I guess it doesn’t seem like that much when I list it here, but rest assured I nearly had a nervous breakdown on multiple occasions. I literally had no more than 4 hours sleep on any night this week. This week won’t be dull either. I buy a house Tuesday, move, then hit Jenny’s wedding. I’m tired just thinking about it.

I got to check something off my life list today by going to see a live taping of American Idol. It was really, really cool and for some reason it exhausted me (maybe I’ll the crazed yelling I did?).

I’ll write more about it later, but at least wanted to mention it before I drifted off tonight… It’s all still very surreal.

Right now I’m surrounded by weddings and wedding plans. The biggest plus? No one will let me write on their invitations!

Finally my poor handwriting is paying off… Smiley face!