I'm glad they're going ahead with the plan as scheduled. A little weirded out but glad just the same. Whole Foods is a good company and people will want to shop there. Customers have been turning up in droves at Trolley Square since the shooting and I think it's good we don't hide.
Plus I really, really, really like Whole Foods.
Count on Whole Foods in new Trolley Square
By Lesley Mitchell
The Salt Lake Tribune
Article Last Updated: 02/22/2007 01:41:45 PM MST
Posted: 1:42 PM- Trolley Square owners said Thursday their shopping center will still get Utah's first Whole Foods store - even though the specialty grocer now plans to acquire rival chain Wild Oats and a Salt Lake City store just a couple of blocks away.
Whole Foods Market Inc. said it will pay $565 million for Wild Oats Markets Inc. and its stores in the United States and Canada.
The Wild Oats store in the downtown area, one of four in Utah, is located at 645 E. 400 South. The Whole Foods is set to be built on the northeast corner of Trolley Square, 600 S. 700 East.
But Tom Bard, principal at Trolley owner ScanlanKemperBard Companies said he isn't worried.
"They have a lease with our property," Bard said. "It will be interesting to see what they are going to do with the other store."
Bard said construction is set to begin later this year on the 50,000 square foot Whole Foods store at Trolley.
But first, Trolley will begin a renovation of the core shopping area of the mall. Work is more or less proceeding on schedule despite the tragedy of Feb. 12, when 18-year-old Sulejman Talovic went on a rampage and shot nine people in and around Trolley Square, killing five of them.
Bard said renovation of the mall probably will be completed in early November, in time for the holiday shopping season.
The mall will be open the entire time it is being renovated, he said, with most of the work being done at night. Work on a new parking structure will begin probably around April. After that structure is completed, work can begin on the Whole Foods store, which will be built in an area that is now largely a surface parking lot.
Whole Foods spokeswoman Cathy Cochran-Lewis said because the Whole Foods-Wild Oats deal is subject to regulatory approval, it is too soon to comment what it may do in areas where there are Whole Foods and Wild Oats stores in close proximity. It also is unclear if, or when, the Wild Oats stores would be converted to the Whole Foods banner.
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Sunday, February 25, 2007
The Whatscars?
I'm not watching The Oscars.
Rather than sit on my ass in front of the t.v. I am sitting on said ass in front of the computer. Dinner this evening consisted of a serving of Pirate's Booty cheese puffs, two baked potatoes and three beers.
At least I'm typing.
That burns calories right?
Rather than sit on my ass in front of the t.v. I am sitting on said ass in front of the computer. Dinner this evening consisted of a serving of Pirate's Booty cheese puffs, two baked potatoes and three beers.
At least I'm typing.
That burns calories right?
Friday, February 23, 2007
Craig Ferguson
My friend Ashley told me about this video.
It gave me goosebumps. That was really big of him to say what he did. He even managed to seamlessly sprinkle in humor with a serious story. He may get crucified for saying what he did but who cares? It was awesome and needed to be said.
It gave me goosebumps. That was really big of him to say what he did. He even managed to seamlessly sprinkle in humor with a serious story. He may get crucified for saying what he did but who cares? It was awesome and needed to be said.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Midwest Crazystyle!!
Instead of just a boring column of photos, I made a VIDEO of the rest of the pictures. With MUSIC!
I may just do that with the Iowa City ones too.
Unless you think that would be lame.
Enjoy!
I may just do that with the Iowa City ones too.
Unless you think that would be lame.
Enjoy!
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
IOWA CITY AND PED MALL!!
Here are the pictures I got on Sunday of the Ped Mall in Iowa City!
Such a happy couple.
Liberry!
We had lunch here. It was good.
Prairie Lights Bookstore is AWESOME!
My sister doesn't like her hat smooshing her head.
Such a happy couple.
Liberry!
We had lunch here. It was good.
Prairie Lights Bookstore is AWESOME!Stay tuned for more of Iowa tomorrow!
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
More Delicious Foods!/¡Más comidas deliciosas!
Helleeeaux!!
So I'm back in Utah now. I had such a great time! Pictures are forthcoming but let me tell you about Sunday. Sunday was delicious.
We went to Greg's brother and sister-in-law's house (Bryon and Mauria).
I hope I spelled Bryon's name right.
Joining us were Holly and Jack (Greg's sister and brother-in-law) and their daughter Daphne who is very small and 3. I think. I should know her age but I just don't. Oops. She's funny but I think she was getting sick and that's too bad. Feel better Daphne!
Anyway...Mauria made a DELECTABLE dinner of vegetable lasagna with whole wheat noodles, spinach salad, and whole grain bread from the co-op near their house served with hummus and a dessert of chocolate mousse made from silken tofu.
THANK YOU MAURIA! It was awesome! I may have to copy that dinner. Heh.
Holly and Jack (Greg's sister and brother-in-law) also brought Three Dolla Pie which Holly believes should be called Proletariat or "Prole" Pie due to it's simplicity and inexpensive nature. It tasted like key lime pie with a touch of lemon meringue (without the meringue) thrown in. That was some good pie! Yay for proles!!
Thanks for letting me link to the recipe without asking you first, Jack!
The lasagna had a layer of portobello mushrooms, spinach and zucchini. I LOVE MUSHROOMS. One gripe I have with vegetable lasagna is that you can't taste the ricotta. YOU COULD SO TASTE THE RICOTTA.
I would have taken pictures but didn't want to freak people out.
The salad was crisp and fresh and NOT FROM A BAG. Why do people use bagged salads more and more? I don't understand. If it's a simple salad you can easily chop things up and then they're not all wilty and gross. I appreciated the freshness of the salad. Yum. It had radish slices, carrots, peppers and some other stuff that was tasty. Cucumbers too I think. Ooh! So good.
The bread and hummus were wonderful, and the chocolate mousse tasted light and slightly nutty like chocolate Silk. Mauria added whipped cream and rum-soaked strawberries to the top with a sprinkle of cocoa powder.
Another recipe I may have to mimic here.
So Sunday was a wonderful night and dinner was great. Now I'm home and very satisfied with the weekend. Thank you to everyone in Iowa for showing me such a good time! Iowa is neat!
So I'm back in Utah now. I had such a great time! Pictures are forthcoming but let me tell you about Sunday. Sunday was delicious.
We went to Greg's brother and sister-in-law's house (Bryon and Mauria).
I hope I spelled Bryon's name right.
Joining us were Holly and Jack (Greg's sister and brother-in-law) and their daughter Daphne who is very small and 3. I think. I should know her age but I just don't. Oops. She's funny but I think she was getting sick and that's too bad. Feel better Daphne!
Anyway...Mauria made a DELECTABLE dinner of vegetable lasagna with whole wheat noodles, spinach salad, and whole grain bread from the co-op near their house served with hummus and a dessert of chocolate mousse made from silken tofu.
THANK YOU MAURIA! It was awesome! I may have to copy that dinner. Heh.
Holly and Jack (Greg's sister and brother-in-law) also brought Three Dolla Pie which Holly believes should be called Proletariat or "Prole" Pie due to it's simplicity and inexpensive nature. It tasted like key lime pie with a touch of lemon meringue (without the meringue) thrown in. That was some good pie! Yay for proles!!
Thanks for letting me link to the recipe without asking you first, Jack!
The lasagna had a layer of portobello mushrooms, spinach and zucchini. I LOVE MUSHROOMS. One gripe I have with vegetable lasagna is that you can't taste the ricotta. YOU COULD SO TASTE THE RICOTTA.
I would have taken pictures but didn't want to freak people out.
The salad was crisp and fresh and NOT FROM A BAG. Why do people use bagged salads more and more? I don't understand. If it's a simple salad you can easily chop things up and then they're not all wilty and gross. I appreciated the freshness of the salad. Yum. It had radish slices, carrots, peppers and some other stuff that was tasty. Cucumbers too I think. Ooh! So good.
The bread and hummus were wonderful, and the chocolate mousse tasted light and slightly nutty like chocolate Silk. Mauria added whipped cream and rum-soaked strawberries to the top with a sprinkle of cocoa powder.
Another recipe I may have to mimic here.
So Sunday was a wonderful night and dinner was great. Now I'm home and very satisfied with the weekend. Thank you to everyone in Iowa for showing me such a good time! Iowa is neat!
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Figge, Food and Frolics
Good morning!
Yesterday was another fantastic day. My sister and I went gallivanting in the tank/car as Greg had to work (boo).
First we went to the Figge Art Museum in downtown Davenport. It's a giant, modern, clear and opaque-striped glass block along the riverfront. Inside, the ceilings are incredibly high and the walls are a bright white, in contrast with the black stone floors. On the top floor there is a gorgeous view of the Mississippi behind walls of glass and stools with drawing boards set up to use if the river scene inspires you to create. I absolutely loved it. The gift shop downstairs has some very unique and interesting things to buy and buy them I did. It was awesome!
After that, Nicolette and I went to lunch at a Chinese restaurant with excellent Crab Rangoon. I love Crab Rangoon. Then we went to Gordmans, which is somewhat like T.J. Maxx or Ross but much larger and with much more to offer. It's a great store! After Gordmans we went to Northpark Mall, where my sister used to work, and she showed me around. We went to Von Maur, Younkers and some other trademark Midwestern stores. Von Maur is very classy. They have a piano player like Nordstroms and he was playing show tunes so naturally we sang along. Quietly.
Steve and Barry's was the next stop. I found a henley top and new pants for $17 total! Iowa has a lot of good bargains on clothes. Someone explained why once but I can't remember. In any case, if you want cool clothes that are inexpensive, shop Iowa.
Maybe that could be a slogan for the State Office of Tourism.
Maybe not.
After deals at Steve and Barry's we went home and met up with Greg. We went out to dinner at Crave, a local place, which was delicious. I had pan-seared salmon on a polenta cake with garlic mashed potatoes and a strawberry martini. The salmon was crispy on the outside and moist and tender inside...not dried out at all...very nicely done. The polenta was also pan-seared and it was very flavorful and crunchy even though the fish was on top of it. They must have rushed it out once the fish was done to prevent it from getting soggy. I liked that. The garlic mashed potatoes were not quite as garlicky as I would have hoped, but they had big chunks of potato in them and that is always nice. The strawberry martini was not too sweet, and had strawberry puree in it which was delicious. Dessert was chocolate fondue which was splashed with Everclear and lit to roast the marshmallows that came with it. One of the other things included on the fondue platter were chocolate walnut cookies. CHOCOLATE WALNUT COOKIES. TO DIP IN CHOCOLATE.
It was heavenly.
If you live in Davenport and want a nice dinner, go to Crave. Yum!
That was yesterday. Today we are going to Greg's brother and sister-in-law's for dinner with them and his sister, brother-in-law and niece. That should be fun!
Ooh. We should probably bring something.
Yesterday was another fantastic day. My sister and I went gallivanting in the tank/car as Greg had to work (boo).
First we went to the Figge Art Museum in downtown Davenport. It's a giant, modern, clear and opaque-striped glass block along the riverfront. Inside, the ceilings are incredibly high and the walls are a bright white, in contrast with the black stone floors. On the top floor there is a gorgeous view of the Mississippi behind walls of glass and stools with drawing boards set up to use if the river scene inspires you to create. I absolutely loved it. The gift shop downstairs has some very unique and interesting things to buy and buy them I did. It was awesome!
After that, Nicolette and I went to lunch at a Chinese restaurant with excellent Crab Rangoon. I love Crab Rangoon. Then we went to Gordmans, which is somewhat like T.J. Maxx or Ross but much larger and with much more to offer. It's a great store! After Gordmans we went to Northpark Mall, where my sister used to work, and she showed me around. We went to Von Maur, Younkers and some other trademark Midwestern stores. Von Maur is very classy. They have a piano player like Nordstroms and he was playing show tunes so naturally we sang along. Quietly.
Steve and Barry's was the next stop. I found a henley top and new pants for $17 total! Iowa has a lot of good bargains on clothes. Someone explained why once but I can't remember. In any case, if you want cool clothes that are inexpensive, shop Iowa.
Maybe that could be a slogan for the State Office of Tourism.
Maybe not.
After deals at Steve and Barry's we went home and met up with Greg. We went out to dinner at Crave, a local place, which was delicious. I had pan-seared salmon on a polenta cake with garlic mashed potatoes and a strawberry martini. The salmon was crispy on the outside and moist and tender inside...not dried out at all...very nicely done. The polenta was also pan-seared and it was very flavorful and crunchy even though the fish was on top of it. They must have rushed it out once the fish was done to prevent it from getting soggy. I liked that. The garlic mashed potatoes were not quite as garlicky as I would have hoped, but they had big chunks of potato in them and that is always nice. The strawberry martini was not too sweet, and had strawberry puree in it which was delicious. Dessert was chocolate fondue which was splashed with Everclear and lit to roast the marshmallows that came with it. One of the other things included on the fondue platter were chocolate walnut cookies. CHOCOLATE WALNUT COOKIES. TO DIP IN CHOCOLATE.
It was heavenly.
If you live in Davenport and want a nice dinner, go to Crave. Yum!
That was yesterday. Today we are going to Greg's brother and sister-in-law's for dinner with them and his sister, brother-in-law and niece. That should be fun!
Ooh. We should probably bring something.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Iowupdate
Hello!
Someone left a comment on a previous post but didn't say who they were. I would love to respond...who was you? Let me know.
Okay...so...Iowa. It's pretty cool! I'm not just talking about the weather either (currently the temperature is 19 degrees fahrenheit). There are a lot of neat things to see and do here.
Yesterday we went to Iowa City and the Ped Mall. It's a district in the middle of the town chock full of interesting, unique, independent and somewhat funky (in a good way) shops and cafes with vibrant storefronts snuggled along brick-lined pedestrian walkways sans vehicle traffic. The atmosphere and feel of it was very similar to Portland's Pearl District. Iowa City's public library is at one end of the Mall and it is quite striking. If I have my facts correct, it was built in 1981-ish and recently renovated. At least that location. In any case it was a beautiful building and they are fortunate to have such a place.
Yes, as a former employee of Salt Lake City Library I did draw comparisons. It's not as large as Salt Lake's but it's far more accessible and less hectic and I liked it better so THERE.
We ducked in and out of shops as it was FREEZING outside but did manage to make it into Prairie Lights bookstore. I loved it. Hopefully on Sunday there will be time to go back. Bookstores are wonderful.
Also I hope there's time to at least snap a few pictures of the Ped Mall on Sunday as my camera completely DIED after TWO PICTURES yesterday and you KNOW how I am about PICTURES!!
Not bitter.
After the Ped Mall we went to Cedar Rapids. Greg (brother-in-law) had to take a drug test and pick up a box of weights similar to a 5 year-old's girth for his new job which will start sometime this month. He is in social work so it makes sense. On the way to the test, we passed the Quaker Oats building! The actual building! Quaker Oats! In Cedar Rapids!! Just like it says on the package!!
It was like spotting a celebrity. A celebrity with lots and lots of fiber.
Greg finished his test and we went to Coral Ridge Mall afterward. That is a great mall. It's not so huge it's daunting and it's not so small it would be pointless to go...plus they have a DIPPIN' DOTS KIOSK. I had Dippin' Dots for the first time in a few years as all the locations in Utah closed and moved to venues like the zoo and children's concerts. I'm sure you can guess how frequently I go to the zoo and children's concerts so you know how much I can have Dippin' Dots. I forgot how badly they freeze-dry your tongue but damn were they tasty. Mmm.
It started to snow so we headed home at that point. Did I mention my car? My sister and brother-in-law only have one car so I rented a car to make it easier as Greg has to work this weekend. It was supposed to be an economy car but all they had was an SUV. So I have a HUGE SUV which actually was very handy to drive home in while it snowed. It even has four-wheel drive.
No, I'm still not going to buy one.
Well, maybe if it ran on hydrogen or Bio-Diesel or something.
Man I wish I had some Dippin' Dots.
Anyway...after that we all took naps and some friends of my sister came over (after we woke up of course). We all had birthday cake and wine and they were very friendly and fun to talk to. It was also very nice of my sister to bake me a birthday cake and have friends over to celebrate! My birthday is Monday and that's when I fly home so we had it last night. It was lovely.
Today my sister and I are getting in the tank-I mean, SUV-and going shopping and to the Figge Art Museum. It should be delightful.
More to come. Stay tuned...
Someone left a comment on a previous post but didn't say who they were. I would love to respond...who was you? Let me know.
Okay...so...Iowa. It's pretty cool! I'm not just talking about the weather either (currently the temperature is 19 degrees fahrenheit). There are a lot of neat things to see and do here.
Yesterday we went to Iowa City and the Ped Mall. It's a district in the middle of the town chock full of interesting, unique, independent and somewhat funky (in a good way) shops and cafes with vibrant storefronts snuggled along brick-lined pedestrian walkways sans vehicle traffic. The atmosphere and feel of it was very similar to Portland's Pearl District. Iowa City's public library is at one end of the Mall and it is quite striking. If I have my facts correct, it was built in 1981-ish and recently renovated. At least that location. In any case it was a beautiful building and they are fortunate to have such a place.
Yes, as a former employee of Salt Lake City Library I did draw comparisons. It's not as large as Salt Lake's but it's far more accessible and less hectic and I liked it better so THERE.
We ducked in and out of shops as it was FREEZING outside but did manage to make it into Prairie Lights bookstore. I loved it. Hopefully on Sunday there will be time to go back. Bookstores are wonderful.
Also I hope there's time to at least snap a few pictures of the Ped Mall on Sunday as my camera completely DIED after TWO PICTURES yesterday and you KNOW how I am about PICTURES!!
Not bitter.
After the Ped Mall we went to Cedar Rapids. Greg (brother-in-law) had to take a drug test and pick up a box of weights similar to a 5 year-old's girth for his new job which will start sometime this month. He is in social work so it makes sense. On the way to the test, we passed the Quaker Oats building! The actual building! Quaker Oats! In Cedar Rapids!! Just like it says on the package!!
It was like spotting a celebrity. A celebrity with lots and lots of fiber.
Greg finished his test and we went to Coral Ridge Mall afterward. That is a great mall. It's not so huge it's daunting and it's not so small it would be pointless to go...plus they have a DIPPIN' DOTS KIOSK. I had Dippin' Dots for the first time in a few years as all the locations in Utah closed and moved to venues like the zoo and children's concerts. I'm sure you can guess how frequently I go to the zoo and children's concerts so you know how much I can have Dippin' Dots. I forgot how badly they freeze-dry your tongue but damn were they tasty. Mmm.
It started to snow so we headed home at that point. Did I mention my car? My sister and brother-in-law only have one car so I rented a car to make it easier as Greg has to work this weekend. It was supposed to be an economy car but all they had was an SUV. So I have a HUGE SUV which actually was very handy to drive home in while it snowed. It even has four-wheel drive.
No, I'm still not going to buy one.
Well, maybe if it ran on hydrogen or Bio-Diesel or something.
Man I wish I had some Dippin' Dots.
Anyway...after that we all took naps and some friends of my sister came over (after we woke up of course). We all had birthday cake and wine and they were very friendly and fun to talk to. It was also very nice of my sister to bake me a birthday cake and have friends over to celebrate! My birthday is Monday and that's when I fly home so we had it last night. It was lovely.
Today my sister and I are getting in the tank-I mean, SUV-and going shopping and to the Figge Art Museum. It should be delightful.
More to come. Stay tuned...
Friday, February 16, 2007
IOWA!
I'm HERE! It's 2 DEGREES! No it REALLY IS!!
Today we are going sightseeing. More later.
Peace out!
Today we are going sightseeing. More later.
Peace out!
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Sunday, February 11, 2007
El fin de semana/The weekend
I thought this story was pretty interesting. I wonder what is going on though? Is she mentally ill like her son thinks or did she just want to get away?
Woman returns to village after decades.
Anyway...this weekend was a nice one. I met my friends Rebecca and Michael (remember them?) and my other friend Janelle at our friend Lisa's house and it was great. Lisa has two funny teenage boys, a goofy husband and a Great Dane named James. Going to her house is a guarantee of hilarity and this time was no different. They are crazy and I love it!
Rebecca brought Crawfish Monica and I made saffron rice with real saffron! Unfortunately the rice was mushy and completely devoid of flavor and it was actually a little embarrassing because the last time we had a cooking night the same thing happened. Oh well. Maybe I'm just a crappy cook. That is a possibility. It keeps happening. I may be in denial.
(damnit)
Janelle brought a chocolate chip ice cream cake cookie thing and that was delicious. Lisa made an INCREDIBLE spinach strawberry salad with vinaigrette. God it was delicious. We laughed and ate and talked about anything and everything. It was really, really nice to see them. It's been too long since we all hung out last. It was Rebecca's first time at Lisa's and I think her and Michael both enjoyed themselves and that is wonderful.
Good times.
After that I went to my friend Kevin's house and saw Jackie and Ashley and Kelly and a million other people that are constantly coming by to chat. That was also nice.
Today Jackie and I went to coffee (thanks John K.!) and took some coffee to Kevin at work. Then we had lunch and went to Target for grapefruit because JACKIE GOT ME A GRAPEFRUIT SPOON.
YES.
SHE DID.
Well technically it was her grandma's (SHUT UP) but her grandma gave it to her to give to me. Her grandma is really sweet. Thanks you two!
That, in and of itself, may have made this the best weekend ever.
Lately my internet access has been very slow. I don't know what's going on and have yet to reset the modem, which can fix it sometimes, so who knows? In any case I'm glad this is a text-based blog. If it were a vlog I would be throwing the modem against a tree right now.
Score one point for literacy.
So...that was my weekend. I think. At least what I can remember. On Thursday I'm leaving for Iowa to see my sister! YAY!!
Until next time.
Woman returns to village after decades.
Anyway...this weekend was a nice one. I met my friends Rebecca and Michael (remember them?) and my other friend Janelle at our friend Lisa's house and it was great. Lisa has two funny teenage boys, a goofy husband and a Great Dane named James. Going to her house is a guarantee of hilarity and this time was no different. They are crazy and I love it!
Rebecca brought Crawfish Monica and I made saffron rice with real saffron! Unfortunately the rice was mushy and completely devoid of flavor and it was actually a little embarrassing because the last time we had a cooking night the same thing happened. Oh well. Maybe I'm just a crappy cook. That is a possibility. It keeps happening. I may be in denial.
(damnit)
Janelle brought a chocolate chip ice cream cake cookie thing and that was delicious. Lisa made an INCREDIBLE spinach strawberry salad with vinaigrette. God it was delicious. We laughed and ate and talked about anything and everything. It was really, really nice to see them. It's been too long since we all hung out last. It was Rebecca's first time at Lisa's and I think her and Michael both enjoyed themselves and that is wonderful.
Good times.
After that I went to my friend Kevin's house and saw Jackie and Ashley and Kelly and a million other people that are constantly coming by to chat. That was also nice.
Today Jackie and I went to coffee (thanks John K.!) and took some coffee to Kevin at work. Then we had lunch and went to Target for grapefruit because JACKIE GOT ME A GRAPEFRUIT SPOON.
YES.
SHE DID.
Well technically it was her grandma's (SHUT UP) but her grandma gave it to her to give to me. Her grandma is really sweet. Thanks you two!
That, in and of itself, may have made this the best weekend ever.
Lately my internet access has been very slow. I don't know what's going on and have yet to reset the modem, which can fix it sometimes, so who knows? In any case I'm glad this is a text-based blog. If it were a vlog I would be throwing the modem against a tree right now.
Score one point for literacy.
So...that was my weekend. I think. At least what I can remember. On Thursday I'm leaving for Iowa to see my sister! YAY!!
Until next time.
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Coffee/Café
The following warning was printed on the side of my coffee press:
"Children and hot fluids should be kept apart."
Why can't I stop laughing?
"Children and hot fluids should be kept apart."
Why can't I stop laughing?
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Jody Lynn Heileson
Okay. Some of you have been having problems with the link at the Tribune's website leading to an outdated article page so I have pasted the story below. It is worth a read. Thanks.
Lost to Lou Gehrig's disease: Even as her body fades, their love burns bright
By Jessica Ravitz
The Salt Lake Tribune
Article Last Updated: 01/07/2007 09:49:38 AM MST
Front and center, Jessica Conaty was where she belonged. It was where she'd been for seven years, ever since she learned her partner would die. She stayed strong as she welcomed mourners, greeting them with smiles, wisecracks and hugs. Those closest to her would call it "typical Jess."
But here in the wooden pew with her arms locked across her chest, listening to the music Jody had selected ages ago, her tears finally fell. Straight ahead, propped up near where the urn would stand, was a picture of Angel's Landing in Zion National Park, the very picture Jody Lynn Heileson had admired from her recliner in the final years of her life. The very place where Jess had promised to spread Jody's ashes.
Love.
Theirs transformed minds and hearts, offering a lesson in devotion and proof that what exists between two people cannot, should not, be dismissed. Facing certain death, they chose laughter and taught others to not be afraid. They knew the light inside trumped anything the body could or couldn't do. When the pair first met 10 years ago working at Boeing in Salt Lake City, they agreed on one thing: They would not get along. Jody was the consummate extrovert, not above posing and flexing her muscles at barbecues. Jess was laid-back, less inclined to seek attention. By the time they clicked two years later, they were inseparable and indefatigable.
Between racquetball, kickboxing, gym workouts and jujitsu, they never stopped. Jody also ate up competition in softball and tennis. A marathoner, her left calf bore a Road Runner tattoo. Thinking back in the final weeks of her life, Jody grinned as Jess admitted, "She kicked my ass."
Smalls & Peewee
Slurred speech was the first sign something was wrong with Jody. It began in 1999, about three weeks after she had a hysterectomy. The couple visited a slew of doctors in search of answers. One repeatedly asked Jody how much she'd been drinking. Others spoke of a possible stroke, maybe multiple sclerosis.
At the time they thought, please make it anything but a stroke, anything but MS. Later, if they could have snatched back either diagnosis, they would have.
Jody, then 40, learned she had ALS or Lou Gehrig's disease, a degenerative disorder that would sap her ability to speak, swallow, move and eventually breathe.
"Smalls" - 5-foot-3 Jody's nickname, as in "Smalls, you're killing me," a line in the 1993 film "The Sandlot" - hid in bed for three days. But then Jess, 5-foot-2, marched in with orders: "Get your ass out of bed. Now." Jody did.
From there, Smalls and Peewee (Jess's nickname) forged ahead.
Jody worked for as long as the most advanced technology could accommodate her. The couple took road trips, visited Disneyland and joined friends for a raucous rafting trip on the Snake River.
By then, Jody couldn't paddle or drink beers. But "she was sounding like a drunk, so she fit right in," Jess joked a couple months ago, as Jody smiled beside her. They found humor in ALS. They had to. When she could still get around, Jody was known to "ricochet off walls" and have wipe-outs - such as her signature flip over the coffee table - that left the pair in stitches. Once, by accident, Jess dumped Jody from a wheelchair.
"Smalls, where'd you go?" Jess remembered saying to the laughing heap on the floor.
One day, with Jody unable to protest or shoo them away, friends gathered around to bleach her dark hair platinum blonde. Jody was the "butt of jokes," Jess said, but these were good times.
Hearing this memory, Jody grinned and rolled her eyes - those expressive eyes.
With one look, she could beckon someone to her side. When she said she was happy, the sparkle backed her words. She'd peer up with gratitude when visitors stroked her arms. And when she was mad, she'd fire off that glare - "and you all know what I'm talking about," friend Pam "Bigs" Roberts would say later to a laughing funeral crowd.
'It could be worse'
Not everyone could see Jess and Jody for what they were; some chose to call them "friends" or "roommates." While they didn't share a bed for the last five years of Jody's life - lying down made her choke - watching them communicate showed they were more.
Jess would kneel beside Jody's recliner, maybe reach out to cup her partner's curled hands or stroke her feet. Jody couldn't speak, but she did mouth letters Jess could read. Their eyes would lock, and slowly the words would follow.
"P? U? You want me to push up your legs?" Jess would ask.
Jody could blink "yes" or gently rock her head to say "no."
"I? New word? L? O? V? Thanks Smalls, I love you, too."
When lip reading failed, Jess used a white board, marker and chart, on which rows of letters corresponded with a number. If Jody blinked at "1," for example, the letters were narrowed down to "A, B, C, D." Jess noticed if Jody had something to say, and she'd stick by until she was done saying it.
They had a system. Jess, whom Jody called "Saint Jessica," would rise at 5:30 a.m., check on Jody, then drive from Taylorsville to work near the Salt Lake City airport. She'd shuttle home throughout the day to feed Jody her Ensure protein drinks, keep her comfortable, "fluff her up again" between visitors and finally to stay from 2:30 p.m. on.
Beneath blankets that hid her feeding tube and catheter, Jody said she wasn't angry. She called herself lucky. "It could be worse," she said through Jess. "I have no pain."
She enjoyed simple pleasures. A taste of gravy, before it was suctioned from her mouth. The warmth of biweekly showers and straight-from-the-dryer towels thrown on top of her. Rocking out to old favorites like Erasure. Watching DVDs or anything on ESPN. Jess didn't drink coffee, but she'd brew pots for Jody to smell.
Faith in friendships
The couple would say the seven-year journey taught them who their friends were. Many people vanished, but those who stuck around saw beyond the disease. Jody's spirit was the same; her quick wit still there, even if her comedic timing was off.
"That is the hardest thing for me - telling jokes," Jody said, with Jess' help.
Friends brought parties to the pair's home. If Jody began to fade too early, Jess would fill a large syringe with Red Bull and shoot it into her feeding tube. Once, while others were tossing back tequila, Jody demanded a shot of her own.
Day to day, visitors streamed through the living room where Jody stayed. There was the hospice nurse whom Jody called "my angel," the aide who painted her toenails to match the seasons and the massage therapist who helped ward off migraines.
Jody's former girlfriend, Pam "P.J." Jennings, a nurse, clipped Jody's nails and helped bathe her. Dean Omer, a Boeing co-worker and "soulmate" who would later serve as pallbearer, spent Friday afternoons with Jody, napping on the couch and talking about issues they preferred to keep to themselves. Two regulars - Bigs, who spoke at the funeral, and her partner, Kristi "Half Pint" Johnson - went with Jess and P.J. for matching lighthouse tattoos.
When Jody, whose love of lighthouses was legendary, saw what they'd done, she cried. Friends gave comfort, but in grappling with death, Jody also sought out spiritual sustenance. Tucked between the recliner's cushions was a handmade rosary, a gift from a cousin. Jody, originally from Southern California, had been raised in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. But she came out as a lesbian just after serving a mission in Chicago and felt she was no longer welcome.
She took the embrace of West Valley City's St. Stephen's Episcopal Church, where she was baptized in May 2005.
Because Jody was homebound, the Rev. W. Lee Shaw of St. Stephen's brought the parish to her. Volunteers made weekly visits. Shaw came to offer prayers and Holy Communion. After he consecrated the bread and wine, Jess ground the wafer, mixed it with the wine, and by way of her feeding tube, Jody was blessed.
But visitors said they were blessed even more.
"Just being with the two of them . . . added to my life, and I needed it," said Dan Herron, 60, a former Catholic and soon-to-be Episcopal deacon. "Here I was the minister being ministered to."
'I'm ready'
As a same-sex couple living in Utah, Jody and Jess weren't stupid. They knew they needed protection if their love was to count in the eyes of the state. So years ago, they met with an attorney to churn out legal documents. Jody gave Jess power of attorney and named Jess her representative after death.
Weeks before she died, Jody asked Jess a question. She wanted to know when she'd know she was "ready to go," Jess recalled, her voice breaking and eyes welling. "I told her, when the thought of not being here is a relief. . . . She looked at me and said, 'I'm ready.' Try keeping it together after that."
As for herself, Jess said, "I'm as ready as I can be. In many ways, I've already lost her. . . . Sometimes, when I look in her eyes, I can't see her."
Jess hung tough. No therapy, support groups or frantic "help me" calls for her. She was 16 when her mother died; she could handle this.
The first time, in years of caregiving, that she broke down to Bigs and Half Pint was after Jody said she was ready to die. Jess called them from her Jeep, parked in the driveway with only the wall of the house separating her from Jody, and sobbed.
Soon after, Jess took leave from work. She helped sort through Jody's old boxes and history. She slept on the couch, if she slept. The nights were rough, and the Red Bull (now for Jess) flowed freely.
Wouldn't pick up her body
About 36 hours before Jody died, hospice nurse Dana Travis reached for her shrunken arm. Three times she tried to take Jody's blood pressure, but the pulse was too weak. Jody's body had stopped tolerating food. Feedings now made her uncomfortable, and she'd asked for them to stop.
The eyes were dim and the lids heavy. Jody had more to say, but she blinked at almost every letter, every number.
"1? 2? E? E?. . .5? 6? U?," Jess kept at it, even as she cried. She leaned over Jody, who fought off sleep, running her hand gently across her cheek, the top of her head and over her eyes. "Please, Jody," she begged, "take a nap. Just relax. OK?"
Jody died early Thanksgiving morning. She was 47.
Jess removed the catheter, the feeding tube and "got Jody looking more like Jody." She then sat there, alone with her partner, and said goodbye.
It was Pam who offered to call the mortuary that morning. The response she got left her, and Jess, stunned.
"They wouldn't even pick up her body," Jess said between tears. "I was so . . . angry, I couldn't breathe."
After all they'd done, legal documents didn't seem to matter. The mortuary required permission from "a blood relative" to retrieve Jody's body, Pam was told.
Fortunately, Jody's brother was available to call. And her mother, days later, faxed a consent form giving Jess full control of arrangements. Had Jody's mom insisted on a traditional burial and LDS service, all their plans would have been for naught or required court action.
Peewee's to-do list
Several days before the funeral, Jess sat on the carpet, in a living room that now seemed too big. With her hand inches away from the indent Jody's hauled-away recliner had left behind, she spoke of the gifts Jody had left her. She'd perked up once more to blink, "I love you." And there was the letter she'd written back in 2001, words Jess had promised not to read until Jody died.
"I was definitely the lucky one to have found you," Jody had written. "Thanks for not giving up on me. . . You have made me a better person. I want to thank you for that. For all the great times we have had."
Now, alone at 32, Jess felt lost. Her 24/7, 365-days-a-year commitment was done, her schedule clear. Too clear.
"I haven't thought about myself for six years," she said. "This has consumed every part of me."
But Jody had thought ahead and left Jess with plans: "Peewee's to-do list," as dictated by Smalls, to be completed within two years.
Jess must go to Ireland, Hawaii and Mount Rushmore. And the roof, it'll need fixing.
But No. 1 on the list will take Jess to the top of Angel's Landing, on Sept. 9, exactly eight years after Smalls and Peewee stood there together, enjoying their favorite trip as a couple.
Looking out and upward, she will spread Jody's ashes, fulfilling a promise she made to the woman she loved.
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* JESSICA RAVITZ can be reached at jravitz@sltrib.com or 801-257-8776.
To learn more about ALS or support national efforts to find a cure and treatments, visit the ALS Association at www.alsa.org or the Muscular Dystrophy Association's ALS Division at www.als-mda.org.
Lost to Lou Gehrig's disease: Even as her body fades, their love burns bright
By Jessica Ravitz
The Salt Lake Tribune
Article Last Updated: 01/07/2007 09:49:38 AM MST
Front and center, Jessica Conaty was where she belonged. It was where she'd been for seven years, ever since she learned her partner would die. She stayed strong as she welcomed mourners, greeting them with smiles, wisecracks and hugs. Those closest to her would call it "typical Jess."
But here in the wooden pew with her arms locked across her chest, listening to the music Jody had selected ages ago, her tears finally fell. Straight ahead, propped up near where the urn would stand, was a picture of Angel's Landing in Zion National Park, the very picture Jody Lynn Heileson had admired from her recliner in the final years of her life. The very place where Jess had promised to spread Jody's ashes.
Love.
Theirs transformed minds and hearts, offering a lesson in devotion and proof that what exists between two people cannot, should not, be dismissed. Facing certain death, they chose laughter and taught others to not be afraid. They knew the light inside trumped anything the body could or couldn't do. When the pair first met 10 years ago working at Boeing in Salt Lake City, they agreed on one thing: They would not get along. Jody was the consummate extrovert, not above posing and flexing her muscles at barbecues. Jess was laid-back, less inclined to seek attention. By the time they clicked two years later, they were inseparable and indefatigable.
Between racquetball, kickboxing, gym workouts and jujitsu, they never stopped. Jody also ate up competition in softball and tennis. A marathoner, her left calf bore a Road Runner tattoo. Thinking back in the final weeks of her life, Jody grinned as Jess admitted, "She kicked my ass."
Smalls & Peewee
Slurred speech was the first sign something was wrong with Jody. It began in 1999, about three weeks after she had a hysterectomy. The couple visited a slew of doctors in search of answers. One repeatedly asked Jody how much she'd been drinking. Others spoke of a possible stroke, maybe multiple sclerosis.
At the time they thought, please make it anything but a stroke, anything but MS. Later, if they could have snatched back either diagnosis, they would have.
Jody, then 40, learned she had ALS or Lou Gehrig's disease, a degenerative disorder that would sap her ability to speak, swallow, move and eventually breathe.
"Smalls" - 5-foot-3 Jody's nickname, as in "Smalls, you're killing me," a line in the 1993 film "The Sandlot" - hid in bed for three days. But then Jess, 5-foot-2, marched in with orders: "Get your ass out of bed. Now." Jody did.
From there, Smalls and Peewee (Jess's nickname) forged ahead.
Jody worked for as long as the most advanced technology could accommodate her. The couple took road trips, visited Disneyland and joined friends for a raucous rafting trip on the Snake River.
By then, Jody couldn't paddle or drink beers. But "she was sounding like a drunk, so she fit right in," Jess joked a couple months ago, as Jody smiled beside her. They found humor in ALS. They had to. When she could still get around, Jody was known to "ricochet off walls" and have wipe-outs - such as her signature flip over the coffee table - that left the pair in stitches. Once, by accident, Jess dumped Jody from a wheelchair.
"Smalls, where'd you go?" Jess remembered saying to the laughing heap on the floor.
One day, with Jody unable to protest or shoo them away, friends gathered around to bleach her dark hair platinum blonde. Jody was the "butt of jokes," Jess said, but these were good times.
Hearing this memory, Jody grinned and rolled her eyes - those expressive eyes.
With one look, she could beckon someone to her side. When she said she was happy, the sparkle backed her words. She'd peer up with gratitude when visitors stroked her arms. And when she was mad, she'd fire off that glare - "and you all know what I'm talking about," friend Pam "Bigs" Roberts would say later to a laughing funeral crowd.
'It could be worse'
Not everyone could see Jess and Jody for what they were; some chose to call them "friends" or "roommates." While they didn't share a bed for the last five years of Jody's life - lying down made her choke - watching them communicate showed they were more.
Jess would kneel beside Jody's recliner, maybe reach out to cup her partner's curled hands or stroke her feet. Jody couldn't speak, but she did mouth letters Jess could read. Their eyes would lock, and slowly the words would follow.
"P? U? You want me to push up your legs?" Jess would ask.
Jody could blink "yes" or gently rock her head to say "no."
"I? New word? L? O? V? Thanks Smalls, I love you, too."
When lip reading failed, Jess used a white board, marker and chart, on which rows of letters corresponded with a number. If Jody blinked at "1," for example, the letters were narrowed down to "A, B, C, D." Jess noticed if Jody had something to say, and she'd stick by until she was done saying it.
They had a system. Jess, whom Jody called "Saint Jessica," would rise at 5:30 a.m., check on Jody, then drive from Taylorsville to work near the Salt Lake City airport. She'd shuttle home throughout the day to feed Jody her Ensure protein drinks, keep her comfortable, "fluff her up again" between visitors and finally to stay from 2:30 p.m. on.
Beneath blankets that hid her feeding tube and catheter, Jody said she wasn't angry. She called herself lucky. "It could be worse," she said through Jess. "I have no pain."
She enjoyed simple pleasures. A taste of gravy, before it was suctioned from her mouth. The warmth of biweekly showers and straight-from-the-dryer towels thrown on top of her. Rocking out to old favorites like Erasure. Watching DVDs or anything on ESPN. Jess didn't drink coffee, but she'd brew pots for Jody to smell.
Faith in friendships
The couple would say the seven-year journey taught them who their friends were. Many people vanished, but those who stuck around saw beyond the disease. Jody's spirit was the same; her quick wit still there, even if her comedic timing was off.
"That is the hardest thing for me - telling jokes," Jody said, with Jess' help.
Friends brought parties to the pair's home. If Jody began to fade too early, Jess would fill a large syringe with Red Bull and shoot it into her feeding tube. Once, while others were tossing back tequila, Jody demanded a shot of her own.
Day to day, visitors streamed through the living room where Jody stayed. There was the hospice nurse whom Jody called "my angel," the aide who painted her toenails to match the seasons and the massage therapist who helped ward off migraines.
Jody's former girlfriend, Pam "P.J." Jennings, a nurse, clipped Jody's nails and helped bathe her. Dean Omer, a Boeing co-worker and "soulmate" who would later serve as pallbearer, spent Friday afternoons with Jody, napping on the couch and talking about issues they preferred to keep to themselves. Two regulars - Bigs, who spoke at the funeral, and her partner, Kristi "Half Pint" Johnson - went with Jess and P.J. for matching lighthouse tattoos.
When Jody, whose love of lighthouses was legendary, saw what they'd done, she cried. Friends gave comfort, but in grappling with death, Jody also sought out spiritual sustenance. Tucked between the recliner's cushions was a handmade rosary, a gift from a cousin. Jody, originally from Southern California, had been raised in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. But she came out as a lesbian just after serving a mission in Chicago and felt she was no longer welcome.
She took the embrace of West Valley City's St. Stephen's Episcopal Church, where she was baptized in May 2005.
Because Jody was homebound, the Rev. W. Lee Shaw of St. Stephen's brought the parish to her. Volunteers made weekly visits. Shaw came to offer prayers and Holy Communion. After he consecrated the bread and wine, Jess ground the wafer, mixed it with the wine, and by way of her feeding tube, Jody was blessed.
But visitors said they were blessed even more.
"Just being with the two of them . . . added to my life, and I needed it," said Dan Herron, 60, a former Catholic and soon-to-be Episcopal deacon. "Here I was the minister being ministered to."
'I'm ready'
As a same-sex couple living in Utah, Jody and Jess weren't stupid. They knew they needed protection if their love was to count in the eyes of the state. So years ago, they met with an attorney to churn out legal documents. Jody gave Jess power of attorney and named Jess her representative after death.
Weeks before she died, Jody asked Jess a question. She wanted to know when she'd know she was "ready to go," Jess recalled, her voice breaking and eyes welling. "I told her, when the thought of not being here is a relief. . . . She looked at me and said, 'I'm ready.' Try keeping it together after that."
As for herself, Jess said, "I'm as ready as I can be. In many ways, I've already lost her. . . . Sometimes, when I look in her eyes, I can't see her."
Jess hung tough. No therapy, support groups or frantic "help me" calls for her. She was 16 when her mother died; she could handle this.
The first time, in years of caregiving, that she broke down to Bigs and Half Pint was after Jody said she was ready to die. Jess called them from her Jeep, parked in the driveway with only the wall of the house separating her from Jody, and sobbed.
Soon after, Jess took leave from work. She helped sort through Jody's old boxes and history. She slept on the couch, if she slept. The nights were rough, and the Red Bull (now for Jess) flowed freely.
Wouldn't pick up her body
About 36 hours before Jody died, hospice nurse Dana Travis reached for her shrunken arm. Three times she tried to take Jody's blood pressure, but the pulse was too weak. Jody's body had stopped tolerating food. Feedings now made her uncomfortable, and she'd asked for them to stop.
The eyes were dim and the lids heavy. Jody had more to say, but she blinked at almost every letter, every number.
"1? 2? E? E?. . .5? 6? U?," Jess kept at it, even as she cried. She leaned over Jody, who fought off sleep, running her hand gently across her cheek, the top of her head and over her eyes. "Please, Jody," she begged, "take a nap. Just relax. OK?"
Jody died early Thanksgiving morning. She was 47.
Jess removed the catheter, the feeding tube and "got Jody looking more like Jody." She then sat there, alone with her partner, and said goodbye.
It was Pam who offered to call the mortuary that morning. The response she got left her, and Jess, stunned.
"They wouldn't even pick up her body," Jess said between tears. "I was so . . . angry, I couldn't breathe."
After all they'd done, legal documents didn't seem to matter. The mortuary required permission from "a blood relative" to retrieve Jody's body, Pam was told.
Fortunately, Jody's brother was available to call. And her mother, days later, faxed a consent form giving Jess full control of arrangements. Had Jody's mom insisted on a traditional burial and LDS service, all their plans would have been for naught or required court action.
Peewee's to-do list
Several days before the funeral, Jess sat on the carpet, in a living room that now seemed too big. With her hand inches away from the indent Jody's hauled-away recliner had left behind, she spoke of the gifts Jody had left her. She'd perked up once more to blink, "I love you." And there was the letter she'd written back in 2001, words Jess had promised not to read until Jody died.
"I was definitely the lucky one to have found you," Jody had written. "Thanks for not giving up on me. . . You have made me a better person. I want to thank you for that. For all the great times we have had."
Now, alone at 32, Jess felt lost. Her 24/7, 365-days-a-year commitment was done, her schedule clear. Too clear.
"I haven't thought about myself for six years," she said. "This has consumed every part of me."
But Jody had thought ahead and left Jess with plans: "Peewee's to-do list," as dictated by Smalls, to be completed within two years.
Jess must go to Ireland, Hawaii and Mount Rushmore. And the roof, it'll need fixing.
But No. 1 on the list will take Jess to the top of Angel's Landing, on Sept. 9, exactly eight years after Smalls and Peewee stood there together, enjoying their favorite trip as a couple.
Looking out and upward, she will spread Jody's ashes, fulfilling a promise she made to the woman she loved.
---
* JESSICA RAVITZ can be reached at jravitz@sltrib.com or 801-257-8776.
To learn more about ALS or support national efforts to find a cure and treatments, visit the ALS Association at www.alsa.org or the Muscular Dystrophy Association's ALS Division at www.als-mda.org.
Saturday, February 03, 2007
Pensamientos médicos/Medical thoughts
A friend and I were talking about medical issues due to my dad's recent heart attack (he's doing very, very well by the way). She mentioned taking pills for migraines that left her incapacitated and how sometimes she would need them at work. "Migraines come on when they come on, and sometimes it can be inconvenient" she said.
Eventually she got used to how dizzy and disoriented they made her feel, but it still was hard to get through the day. Soon enough there was a far less aggressive medication to take so she switched and does much better now.
It never ceases to amaze me what some people have to do each day just to make it to sunset. I can't even imagine maintaining some semblance of normalcy while on chemotherapy treatments, kidney dialysis, morphine injections or whatever else. That would be so brutal, but when you talk to people who've gone through such things, they don't seem to be too phased. Sure, you can see it is/was hard on them and they have every right to be exhausted. Honestly, if my nose is even a little bit runny I'm liable to drive off the freeway with my coffee mug on the roof of the car and my left blinker clicking away into oblivion! But they don't seem to be too upset. They just...deal with it.
I guess it's one of those survival instincts we have. Your body and mind just force you into an acceptance state so you won't stop moving. You are immediately able to accept the sheer volume of the situation since it's so damn large you couldn't even begin to break it down if you wanted to.
The ability to survive.
So, if you or anyone you know is going through a complicated medical situation, my thoughts are with you and I'll wish for a very speedy recovery - though you're probably well on your way by now.
Humans are cool like that.
Eventually she got used to how dizzy and disoriented they made her feel, but it still was hard to get through the day. Soon enough there was a far less aggressive medication to take so she switched and does much better now.
It never ceases to amaze me what some people have to do each day just to make it to sunset. I can't even imagine maintaining some semblance of normalcy while on chemotherapy treatments, kidney dialysis, morphine injections or whatever else. That would be so brutal, but when you talk to people who've gone through such things, they don't seem to be too phased. Sure, you can see it is/was hard on them and they have every right to be exhausted. Honestly, if my nose is even a little bit runny I'm liable to drive off the freeway with my coffee mug on the roof of the car and my left blinker clicking away into oblivion! But they don't seem to be too upset. They just...deal with it.
I guess it's one of those survival instincts we have. Your body and mind just force you into an acceptance state so you won't stop moving. You are immediately able to accept the sheer volume of the situation since it's so damn large you couldn't even begin to break it down if you wanted to.
The ability to survive.
So, if you or anyone you know is going through a complicated medical situation, my thoughts are with you and I'll wish for a very speedy recovery - though you're probably well on your way by now.
Humans are cool like that.
Cuchara de abuelita/Grandma spoon
I went to Albertson's to find a grapefruit spoon. You know, it's the pointed spoon with a serrated edge to it so you can eat grapefruit without it squirting your face. One of those. Grapefruit is tasty (to me) so I wanted an easier way to enjoy it's citrusey deliciousness without losing eyesight.
Well there weren't any of them anywhere to be found. I asked a sales clerk and she looked confused. Another sales clerk with her said "Oh YEAH! Like, my GRANDMA had one of those!"
Then she realized how that sounded. Her eyes got huge.
"Oh...I mean it's really easy to eat grapefruit with them and stuff. I
just...we...um...we don't have them...h-h-here. I'm sorry."
Then she sent the other clerk into the back to double check that they
indeed had no grapefruit spoons.
I laughed all the way home. GRANDMA!! GRANDMA SPOON!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!
However, I'm trying to eat a grapefruit right now and it's all squirty. After this I'm going to Amazon.com and getting a DAMN grapefruit spoon because I still don't have one.
Heh.
Grandma spoon.
Well there weren't any of them anywhere to be found. I asked a sales clerk and she looked confused. Another sales clerk with her said "Oh YEAH! Like, my GRANDMA had one of those!"
Then she realized how that sounded. Her eyes got huge.
"Oh...I mean it's really easy to eat grapefruit with them and stuff. I
just...we...um...we don't have them...h-h-here. I'm sorry."
Then she sent the other clerk into the back to double check that they
indeed had no grapefruit spoons.
I laughed all the way home. GRANDMA!! GRANDMA SPOON!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!
However, I'm trying to eat a grapefruit right now and it's all squirty. After this I'm going to Amazon.com and getting a DAMN grapefruit spoon because I still don't have one.
Heh.
Grandma spoon.
Thursday, February 01, 2007
A relapsing evening at home.
Hi.
I am eating fried fish.
I am eating fried fish interspersed with pieces of Dove chocolate.
I think "interspersed" was spelled wrong and I don't give a shit.
My stomach hurts.
K.C. and The Sunshine Band's "Give It Up" is playing on iTunes.
The beverage I have chosen to accompany dinner is a margarita.
Drinking this margarita would be easier if I didn't keep sneezing from allergies and blowing the respective snot all over my monitor.
Now you know why I live alone.
"Na na na na na na na na now...baby give it up...give it up...baaabyy give it uuup...AAAAACHOOO!!"
I am eating fried fish.
I am eating fried fish interspersed with pieces of Dove chocolate.
I think "interspersed" was spelled wrong and I don't give a shit.
My stomach hurts.
K.C. and The Sunshine Band's "Give It Up" is playing on iTunes.
The beverage I have chosen to accompany dinner is a margarita.
Drinking this margarita would be easier if I didn't keep sneezing from allergies and blowing the respective snot all over my monitor.
Now you know why I live alone.
"Na na na na na na na na now...baby give it up...give it up...baaabyy give it uuup...AAAAACHOOO!!"
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