Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Random Shiz-Nat

Tonight I witnessed a bum fight in downtown SLC. Two homeless and one Mal-nutrition female. Obviously drunk. No...obviously obliviated. So sad, yet entertaining. They pretty much danced around the 90 pound hooker and took turns falling down. Not because they were punch with such force it would knock them off their feet. But because gravity and alcohol don't mix very well. It was hilarious. And yes I don't care if that sounds like I am a heartless person. The Truth is the truth.

It is nearly Christmas and I haven't done much. I am very poor. So I apologize if everyone will be getting IOU's in the mail. Seriously. Sorry. I truly love to buy people gifts too. The joy of seeing them admire a thoughtful or useful gift. Or even something so stupid and absurd-the joy that they wouldn't have bought it for their selves but love it none the less. Agh....I love that. Hence the reason I am going crazy due to my George Washington Crisis. He is MIA!!!

I had a diet coke for breakfast this morning and it was heaven.

I had a patient today that had crepeitus. His skin honestly sounded like Rice krispies every time I touched it. The most absurd sensation I have ever felt. I will never look at a rice krispie treat the same ever again.
( Crepitus is a medical term to describe the grating, crackling or popping sounds and sensations experienced under the skin and joints.)

Also it is freezing. I long for beaches and tans. (Or even a sunburn for hell sake!)

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

My Plight with Super Bubble

The sweet smell, the soft, supple texture, and that powdery sugar type coating: it's enough to warrant an obsession. One piece at a time is just not enough, yet the flavor is gone before you can twist the wax wrapper back in place and discard. And the bubbles one can blow? Excellent.

QB and I bought some for a friend who likes bubble gum, and I thought I might need to take home a bag as well. As I prepared my backpack for school later, I packed a few for the inside pocket to chew during my midterm. But, they won't make it to class with me tonight. They will all be consumed, tossing away in my stomach. (I swallow my gum as a matter of habit, But this brings up another point: who would want to spit out a piece of Super Bubble, no matter how flavorless it had become?)

The plight of Super Bubble is this: Will I ever get enough to satiate my need? It's like Diet Coke, but worse because it's cheaper, easier to pack around since it always stays the same temperature, easier to conceal, and the smell is intoxicating. Oh, and it doesn't make you have to go to the restroom 6 times an hour if you so decide that you want to go on a binge after a bad day.

Monday, July 20, 2009

Today I would like to pay tribute to my good friend "Idaho's" deed for the day. This small deed allowed one small step forward for woman around the world.

We have all been in this situation or one similar. Minding our own business, walking into a store, down the street, ect. And then you hear it. "Ma'am...scuse me maaammm. Do you have any spare change?" We see out of our peripheral vision a person, a person who just happens to be a transient. We sigh and take a deep breath in. Wondering if what is running through our heads will filter the madness out before reaching our lips. Most of the time for me it does. I quickly say "no", which is usually the truth, and carry on with my errands. I don't carry cash. Why? Because I will spend it. I will spend my hard earned money on useless items. So why would I spend my hard earned cash on someone that I do not know? Well, I often fall for their story and dig some change out of my pocket. But why do I feel so inclined to do this? I feel like I need a hand out half the time. Wouldn't it be great to spend time outside in the sunshine, having people give you money? Yes, at times it would be. Then I remember I have self respect and don't assume others owe me anything.

So anyways here is the situation that occurred today. (At a wal-mart none the less).

My friend "Idaho" is looking at some items. Man approaches and tells her he is trying to buy diapers for his kid but is a $1.50 short, "they must have changed the prices". Idaho just happens to have some cash and decides to help this stranger out. Mind you Idaho also has a baby of her own to feed and clothe. A few minutes later on another isle she sees this man hustling another lady. Idaho notices and follows him for a few minutes. He is saying the same story to other ladies. Idaho decides to approach this man and confront him. Good for her. She asks for her money back, and the man says no. It wasn't necessarily about the money, but the principle behind it all. Idaho confronts him for lying with this horrible story about his children's diapers to get money from woman who are alone shopping. How awful is that! He had a entire scheme. It is sad, and embarrassing. He pretty much runs out of the store. Hopefully humiliated and realizing that people are on to him and his scheme.

So now I may sound like a b-i-t-c-h. I feel horrible about this. And the song Moments by Emerson Drive comes to mind.

I was coming to the end of a long long walk When a man crawled out of a cardboard box Under the E. Street Bridge Followed me on to it

I went out halfway across With that homeless shadow tagging along,So I dug for some change Wouldn't need it anyway

He took it lookin' just a bit ashamed He said, You know, I haven't always been this way

I've had my moments, days in the sun Moments I was second to none Moments when I knew I did what I thought I couldn't do, Like that plane ride coming home from the war

That summer my son was born

And memories like a coat so warm A cold wind can't get through

Lookin' at me now you might not know it But I've had my moments.

When I hear this song it makes me cry. I don't know where these people come from, or what their journey in life has been. They may have been war hero's, are someones true love, had a loved one die and lost it. It is not my place to judge them. But I do. And I hate myself for it. But I also hate that there are people in the world scheming others out of their hard earned wages.
That is all.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Another Strange Day for the Queen Bees....

And so it began...... A somewhat rainy day. Two girls trying to get out and catch up....

But I soon realize that every time I am with Rachel I notice strange things.
Rae introduced me to this hidden little gem of a place. Not exactly sure what or where these bikes came from. When we asked the guy he said, "All over the world". Sounds kinda shady, but whatev. They had some nice vintage rides to choose from. Most of which were way overpriced.....But I did find a purple Vintage Cruiser! I love it. I still need to find a name for it.

After we left we went for a stroll around the Sugar house area. It is so gorgeous up there!

Here are a few strange encounters we had today:

1)Man on motorcycle riding on the sidewalk like a bat out of hell with the most ridiculous/funky helmet I have ever seen. It was strange

2) A very plump lady being man handled by her boyfriend who was 1/3 her size. It was gross.

3)Man with a bou-font hair due at the gateway. He left his house knowing he looked GOOD! O

4) Strange man at the bike shop trying to cut us a deal like we were in Mexico.

5) A house that looked like a shed. In the middle of other houses. I'm not sure who lives there, or how it past inspection. It was strange though. (This picture does NOT do it justice. It must be about 400Sq. ft. Shack on the left side of the pic....)

6) A nice man who we met on our bike ride who found out I was looking for a home. He told me his friend was selling one for $160,000 down from $300,000 bc he was in a bind and had to move. So we went to look at it. No, it was $245.000!!! Thanks a lot Franks friend. Thanks for fooling two Innocent girls into going on this chase for a make believe steal of a deal.

7) And finally a house with a Penis on it. Yes,I mean the anatomical part that is only on males. Worst part is Rae saw it a month ago, and they still haven't covered it up yet. Why? Why oh why would you do this to a very nice looking home Dear Penis House people? It hurts my heart.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Some Random Thoughts.....

Lately on my mind:

*Corn Dogs (I haven't had one in years, but lately I can't stop thinking about them. I even had a dream about a crispy delicious corn dog)
*Akon (love him)
*Cadburry Mini Eggs
*Carmel Macchiato's
*The Gym....ugh....
*Trying to process the fact that I heard a story (through a friend) that his friends mother once adopted a puppy and breast fed it!!! No joke! Regrettably this story is not made up.
*And also....same person who's mother let a puppy suckle her breast, brother whom is 22 still believes in Santa Claus.

Damn Kelly Pickler

So I have always had a huge hang up with Kelly Pickler. The dumb statements she makes, how ditzy she is, and her huge boob job. But in reality she does have talent, and she doesn't help my self conscious body image issues. Damn her.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Snyder's did it again......

they perplexed me. i just bought these new hot buffalo wing pretzels, and have been eating them on the bed for the last hour, trying to decide what i think of them. why would this be so hard? there are many snacks out there that don't require you to decide. rather, its automatic, like the trustee fig newton, or perhaps some chocolate flavored twizzlers.

but snyder's is smart. they make is difficult for a consumer to decide what they REALLY feel about a product. it's smart because this indecision may lead to multiple purchases. you know, so you can eat enough and really get an idea of the flavor there.

well, i like buffalo wings. i like them a lot. the pretzels actually do taste like wings. they even have a slight chicken flavor, which sounds disturbing, but isn't.

i think i might like these.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Go Fight Win! BYU's Newest cheerleader and outfits...

I often times see very strange things. People looking retarded in cars, perhaps someone dancing strange in a store, weird signs, ect.
Most of the time I am by myself, or with my Queen Bee and we get a good laugh. These are the little things that keep my life happy. I do understand that others misfortunes should not make me smile, but they do. So sue me!
As I was house hunting last week I managed to site this gem going on a walk with his dog. And luckily I had my camera.
Yup, that is a cut off BYU hoodie, and tight striated pants. And I mean those suckas were
t-i-g-h-t! Good on him for feeling so comfortable ya know.
But really? Come on peeps! Get it together:)

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

I don't want to die.....

I have been reading up on/taking care to notice the studies having to do with red meat and dairy and the effects it has on our bodies. I have even read the hilarious book "Skinny Bitch", which is a short gripefest that encourages women to adopt a Vegan diet in order to live longer and better lives and to lose weight, therefore becoming a "skinny bitch". This all coming from two ex-models (figures). Anyway, they brought up great points in the book, ie: Red meat is decaying flesh and what do you expect your system to do while/after you feed it this?

Anyway, I loved the book but have not yet adopted a vegan lifestyle myself, mostly because of my carniverous husband and it ain't easy switching from eating a little meat to no meat and no dairy and tofu and soy this and soy that. Sounds complicated, right? That's because it is. Did you know they sell substitutes for butter, sour cream, cheese, and even hot dogs? I love butter and cheese, and I just don't know if I can go and "substitute" them. They have been friends of mine for years, and I don't substitute the people (or dairy products) that mean a lot to me. It's just not loyal.

Veganism is one thing, but what about red meat? I read this morning that women who ate large amounts of red meat had a 20 percent higher risk of dying of cancer and a 50 percent higher risk of dying of heart disease than women who ate less.

This is news to me. I mean, not entirely, but the percentages are mildly jolting! How much do you love your T-bone slathered in ketchup? Or your filet medallions?

Monday, March 23, 2009

Tell Me Who's Watching.....

Ok. I can't take it any more. What does this commercial mean? First it was the Cavemen, who weren't even funny. Now it's this? The worst version is the jolly woman who sees one peering in from her kitchen window. Or the traveler who stops to ask the nasty farmer where he is, and sees the Geico eyes staring at him from the barbed wire fence. I used to think it was creepy; now I'm just confused.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

What ever happened to the Fig Newton? It is delicious, original, and somewhat healthy! It reminds me of my childhood. But why is it not receiving the recognition it deserves?
It has a unusual shape, is soft yet the texture of the jam gives you a small surprise when you bite into it. To me it is delightful and delish. It is a pastry filled with Jam. Who doesn't like that!! And it comes in a assortment of flavors, although my favorite is the plain old fashion original flavor.
I only know one other person who favors this yummy treat with me. I just don't understand why people aren't stocking these in their cupboards.
In any regard I would like to give a shout out to Charles M. Roser who created this brilliant little snack back in 1891. Thank You Mr. Roser, may the Fig live on forever:)

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Agh Spring time is near! I am loving this gorgeous weather! Soon I can wash my car, smell fresh grass, and wear sandles:)


Wednesday, February 11, 2009

It's wrong. It's just wrong.

While googling images for a primary project, I unfortunately came across this image. These are soaps. I have no further comment.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

I'm perplexed

These recently made their way to my home. I love pretzels, but I did not buy them; my mother-in-law (feng shui Queen) gave them to me sometime around Christmas. I don't think she loved them, but being adventurous, I took them. Why not?

I ate them on the drive home from her house. Then I ate them when I got home. Then I tucked them away neatly in my makeshift pantry and forgot. A couple weeks later, Krystal came over and started eating them. I was a little worried that she would start ranting and raving about their weird flavor and ask a slew of questions, like usual, such as: "Why do you have these", etc. She didn't. A couple days later, she was back, eating them again. She told me she didn't know if she liked them or not, but she kept going back for more. After that statement was made, I realized that I, too, am perplexed. These pretzels are a mystery.

Last night I finished the bag o' bits. While eating, I wondered what exactly it was that I liked about the pretzels. They have a peculiar shape and not one of them is whole. That is pretty strange. Their flavor is so strong that I had to eat popcorn in between bites to keep me from salivating on my shirt. Not to mention the fact that every single time you stick a hand in the bag, fish out a piece or two, and partake, there is inevitably flavor powder all over your fingertips. This residue must be cleaned off, and your mouth is the only tool at that moment.

I don't know... the peeps at Snyder's must be pretty smart.

Monday, February 9, 2009

Wow, Why didn't I realize the "He's just not that into you" rules sooner!

First off, I am a bit embarrassed to admit that a movie made things click in my head more than years of experience and hurt and lessons has thus far for myself regarding relationships. Really? Really? I feel stupid for not seeing things this clearly sooner. I can't imagine what pain I could have saved myself if I had just realized a few of these rules. And now bare with me while I vent. (Thank you in advance).

Rule: "I'm not ready for a relationship, but I really like you."
-Yeah, if you like me then commit. I will no longer wait around for someone to realize how great I am, or what valuable attributes I have that I can contribute to their lives.

Rule: (I have) "Well It is better than nothing..."
-Umm No. "Nothing" is better than waiting around wishing that someone would be as in to me as I am into them. Do I not deserve the very best. Yes. And it might take some time, but that is what I have right now. Time. As long as I don't stay with "Mr. He will do for now" and move on with my life. My own "single" happy to be myself life.

Rule: The "Non-Titled" Relationships.
-If you like me enough, you will be willing to jump into a relationship with me.Of course after dating for a while...I don't expect this to happen on the first date, or first few weeks. Although when it has come to that point in the relationship do not dabble around the edges. Jump into the Water regardless if you are in your best suit. You are either in, or I am out! Peace.

Rule: (My own) If I am having that feeling of "something is not right, or different", then it is.
-Get out, and get out quick. I once refused to acknowledge these feelings for a few weeks, not knowing if it was me being "crazy" or if I was honestly feeling a change come about in the relationship. Come on! Intuition is what girls are born with. It is a unique talent that we have for a reason! Why did I ever ignore this. I am not sure. But once I finally caught on, I caught a cheater. And there is nothing worse than putting your heart into something, someone and find out they can't give you the same respect back.

Rule: If he is a slacker, and not a fighter: Then He doesn't deserve you.
-I am a hard worker, and expect the same. I have been actively pursuing my dreams my entire life. You better too! Why does it seem that more and more men (boys) these days are not as ambitious as the females in my life. Is it that hard to hold down a job? NO. Is it hard to put your mind into something and make it actually happen? Well Yes, but who cares! Do it. Shut up with the million of excuses you have, get off your ass and go to school. Get a job and take care of yourself. I want to be with someone who has goals and is constantly working towards them. And also. If you aren't going to fight for me to be in a relationship with you, then I don't want to be in one. That simple. If you really like me, fight for me. I wouldn't let someone walk away that I fell for. I shouldn't have to worry about that. My worries should be running out of Diet Coke, and getting to the gym.

-Queen Bee K.

Sunday, February 8, 2009


I am selling an item on Craig's List right now. Posted it yesterday. This item is not small. Today I received the following email from a prospective buyer:

HiThanks for your respond regarding it and so sorry for getting back to you ontime.Am highly interested in buying the item it is okay and I'm pleased to inform you that the price is okay with me as well,and i am ready to purchase from you immediately,i will offer you the amount as you have requested for it,i want you to remove it off craigslist.I have a reputable shipping that will take care of shipping from your end,and i have inform the shipping agent and he said that he is ready for the shipment as soon as everything is ready.I want to also let you know that i will be responsible for the shipper fee and also that i will be paying through a cashier check in us dollars and as soon as you have the check cashed at your bank,you deduct your amount for the item bought and send the remaining fund to my shipper for the pickup in your place altogether with other goods i got with him.I believe i can trust you with my balance. Do get back to me with the followingdetails:
1.Name to be on the check
2.Contact Address(street,apt #,City,State,Zip code):3.
Contact telephone number:(home,cell or work...)
Please get back to me as soon as possible with this details for payment to be made out to you immediately. And pls don't forget to remove the posting from craigslist ok Hoping to hear from you as soon as possibleThanks

I'm really disappointed. I thought Craig's List was safe from this kind of activity. This is the first ridiculousness that I have experienced using the fancy Craig's List. I'm just really disappointed.

i love honey

Now that we have the Queen Bee defined, let me just say, as a QB, that I like honey. No, I more than like it. I love it. Honey is so natural and delicious. And few things in this world are.

On to the rant of the day: the peeps in the movie we went to last night. Fellow QB and I sat down to enjoy a nice flick. The flick itself was good, cute, funny, all the things you wish for in a flick for chicks. However, as I was leaving, I said to my fellow QB, "I'll be honest, I would have enjoyed that a lot more had it not been for the other movie-goers". She agreed.

Why is it that every single time I sit behind/in front of obnoxiously annoying peeps? It doesn't matter what you do, they don't take a hint. (Unless you turn around and verbally abuse and sarcastically reprimand. Right Krystal?) I have a hard time understanding why the common crowd feels like it's actually acceptable to clap/offer their opinion outloud/snort while there are a hundred other money-paying citizens within ear shot who are just trying to decide what they feel about the movie.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Honeybees depend not only on physical contact with the colony, but also require its social companionship and support. Isolate a honeybee from her sisters and she will soon die.
-The Queen Bee Must Die:And other Affairs of Bees and Men.

Aint this the truth. I love my fellow Queen Bee sisters. Life is so much more joyful with great girl friends. I love and await my girl nights, telephone calls and getaways with my sisters. I admire each of them in their own way. Each one is so strong and has their own character and strengths that I learn from. If only the world I live in worked as quietly, organized and beautiful as the world of Honeybees.