The Number Five

This post is only to celebrate the date.  And give a small shout-out to one of (make that two of)the greatest television series of all time.

West Beverly has a piece of my heart.

Here are 5 things, in no particular order, that I would like to share tonight.

1. I miss Conan.  Leno is not my cup o’ tea.

2. I extremely dislike the taste of hyrdorgen peroxide.  Crest White strips are no exception.

3. I was on the news today.  I haven’t seen the story yet, but I’ve had 20+ people text and/or email me saying they did.  They were doing a story in my favorite doughnut shop, and I happened to show up during the taping.

4. I love using those blue drop-in tablets in my toilets.  Word to the wise: don’t touch the blue tablet with your bare hands.

5. I am officially addicted to “Las Vegas Jailhouse.”  It’s worth your time.

That’s all for now.

About a month ago Hermana Kjones and I visited a local Maverick and noticed an odd new drinking straw by the cash register.  The box was covered with horrible graphics and visually screamed “The Chiller!”  Curious as to their use, we asked the cashier.  She assured us they were “awesome.”  We laughed, and left.  Why would we buy a $1 aluminum straw, when the free ones work just fine?

Cut to this weekend when Miss Reale and I decided to throw down the money and make the purchase and HOLY CRAP!!! The Chiller! has blown my mind!

It’s amazing.  Honestly.  It’s worth 100 of anyones pennies.  Why?  You need to know why?  I’ll tell you why.  It keeps your drink cold, all the way to your lips.  I bet you didn’t even know you wanted that to happen…right?  Dudes, I’ve been drinking Diet Coke for years and I had no idea it could get better.

Well my friends, it did.  The game has changed. Completely. I’d exhort you to try it for yourselves.

I am a person that needs a solid night’s sleep. Yet I am typing this at 12:54 AM on a school night….

Something needs to change.

If I was a company and I needed a tag-line to describe myself, I think it would be:

Emily Madsen
In a hurry since 1994.

I sat still this weekend (mostly), and enjoyed a little down time. It is no surprise though, that I booked 14 hours of today down to the last minute. So, there’s that.

So, here’s the thing, I’ve been really excited to finally see Garrison Starr perform live. I first heard her music about three days after the last time she played The Great SLC nearly four years ago. I was stoked when i got an email from her fan list saying she was finally coming back on the 27th at dear ol’ Kilby Court.

Yesterday, i went to Smith’s and bought the tickets and said “I’m looking for the tickets for tomorrow night’s show at Kilby… Garrison Star & Jay Nash.” The teller asked, “What day….who?” To which I replied, “Garrison Starr” (consider this clue one). 30 seconds later I swiped my card and walked away.

After a lovely dinner this evening (the 27th), sweet Andrea and I headed to the show. As we were walking in I noticed Angel Taylor (you know, the VH1 You oughta know artist that opened for Sister Brandi Carlile last year), standing near the stage entrance. I though it was odd she would be there since she was not on the listing I had seen for the show (this would be a good time to clue into how this story is going to end).

On Angel’s 2nd or 3rd song Andrea turned to me and said “I noticed the sign out front didn’t say Garrison” (clue three for you folks). At this point I decided I should check the ticket….and then I laughed. And then I showed Andrea the ticket. And then she laughed.

And now I will be enjoying the sweet songs of Miss Star later this week…on the 29th.

(As a bonus, I thoroughly enjoyed tonight’s music as well. Here’s a picture for those of you who need proof).

I arrived home the earliest I have in days last night: 10:45 PM. I decided this meant one free hour of TV, before I marched off to bed. And what might this home-owning, educated-grown-up choose to watch? The News? A documentary? Masterpiece Theatre? Um, no….. 90210. And it was awesome, because it’s TV genious. And I love it unabashedly.

Judge me.

1.  What the crap are they wearing?

2. What are the commentators talking about?  (And I quote, “Their strengths are strong.”)

I do not get it, though I judge it.

So, I’m an aunt.  21 times.  And I love it more than anything else in the world.  Bar none.  As part of my auntly duties, I get to go to a lot of ball games, concerts, and recitals.  One of my biggest regrets is that I haven’t been able to go to all of them, for every one of the kids (especially HS football games, and winter-gaurd shows).   But luckily, right now, I’m actually living in the same town as some family while one of the kids is in high school.

My niece Tone-dog (as I call her), is a freshman at one of the basketball power-houses here in the SLC.  She’s thrown her heart in the game the last few years, and after a lot of sweat, and hard work, she made the varsity team.  You can only imagine how proud this makes me.  Actually, no you can’t… it’s way more than you can imagine.

Needless to say, I have spent nearly every Tuesday and Thursday evening of the last few months in high school gyms all over this state.  I’ve made friends with the moms, the grandmas, and done more than my fair share of yelling at awful refs.  No…like, real yelling.  I’ve lost my voice at least 3 times, and feared for my life at least twice that.  My sister and I?  We hate us some bad refs… and if you call crap fouls on our baby girl, you best watch yo’ self. Fo real.  Mad-dog sisters have what you may call, tempers.  Just sayin.

All this is to say, I think I am already mourning the off season.  I have loved her games even more than I thought I would.  It’s so cool to watch not just her, but a whole team of girls doing something that they love.  And to top it off, they have a coach that runs a program based on team work, discipline, and pride.  It’s very cool to watch.  Every kid should get that chance.  I know I’m grateful I did.

I swear 20% of music videos include a scene of people dancing in a grocery store.  It seems to be such a “thing” you know?   I honestly had no idea.  I like it best when the whole store joins, and streamers fly from the ceiling.

For what it’s worth, I’ve been known to bust a move or two in the bread aisle.  Once I even choreographed a whole routine for the canned food.

Hmmm, I guess it is a thing.