Only the Finest Literature for Me

I love Chelsea Handler! She's crude, but a strong, fun, and sassy woman! She says things many of us think. And so...when I need a break from seriousness, but I'm not in the mood to lounge around effortlessly watching E! and Jersey Shore, I read her books. I started off as a fan of her late night show, but now I have read such fine works as "Are You There Vodka? It's Me Chelsea" and most recently "Chelsea, Chelsea, Bang Bang!" A few girlfriends and I made a deal pass her books around--like a really classy book club. I most certainly don't recommend her humor for everyone. But if you can handle male humor coming from a female and just need a good laugh, well then she's your girl.

Knowing my love for Chelsea, Charlie supported me spending $76 on a ticket to see her on tour in Salt Lake City this Summer. It was a highlight for sure, with only one minor disappointment. If you purchased her book from a small, local book store, she would sign it right after. I thought all afternoon about what I would say to her in my one minute of face-to-face interaction. Guess I was a little naive. We waited in line for at least an hour. Once you approached the room she was in, you were given strict instructions. You were aloud to snap a photo only from a distance, and you had to keep walking by her while she signed your book without barely looking up. I don't blame her, really. Who knows how many she signed that night? But I got my book signed. And this was the best shot I got.

Dear Kopy

Let's just pretend I haven't been a pathetic blogger who hasn't shown my face in months. Okay? Great.
This one is for Mr. Jon Kopy, who is likely now my lone reader.

While I was not working on my blog, I was working way too many hours, watering plants (a lot of watering), going on vacations and weekend getaways whenever I could, trying desperately to keep in touch with my distant friends and family, enjoying summer concerts, watching a disgusting amount of fall TV shows, trying to stay active, and "managing" my fantasy football team (which somehow keeps winning even though I have no real managing skill). Mostly, I'd like to think I have been takin' care of business, which brings me to a little list I will leave you with. (Feel sorry for me.)

Lame grown-up things I now get excited about:
1) Having a portable dishwasher (dishwasher--I will never again take you for granted).
2) Buying our own cable modem so that Comcast can't gauge us $7/mth to rent one.
3) Discovering that thawing portions of a $9.95 giant Costco bag of berries for my yogurt is much more. cost effective than buying clamshells for $4+ every week.
4) Hanging hooks for my purses in my closet.
5) Installing a wall-mounted cabinet in our bathroom to replace the grungy rotting one.
6) Finding a stainless steel trash can at Costco that comes with a free mini size one for compost.
7) BestBuy's service plan paying off with a replacement mouse for our broken one (better, wireless version and no charges).