Did You Know?

That restaurants stock blue bandaids for their chefs/cooks so that if they fall off they are easily identified and removed from the food?  That's also why they prefer blue gloves to be used.

Had no idea. 

The things I learn being married to a chef.

We Have A Winner!

The winner of the $50 CSN Stores gift certificate is . . .

Drum roll, please . . .

"Why yes that's a mini Schnauzer in the travel tote under the seat in front of me! Why yes, I paid a solid $100 each way to bring her along. Well, no, I don't think the screaming baby up three rows cost a single cent to fly with her Momma. She doesn't get shoved under the seat, either."

A real conversation between a fellow passenger & myself after a IAH to PIT flight a few years ago. My Schnauzer, Allie, flew very quietly under the seat in front of me in her little pet-tote. The infant, however, who flew for free, screamed bloody murder the entire trip.

Jennifer!

Jennifer, I'll be forwarding your email address to the promoter at CSN, so expect to hear from them within the week.  Enjoy whatever it is you find (be sure to let us know what you blow your gift certificate on)!

Rach and Mr. Daddy, while you both cracked me right the eff up with the MILE HIGH club comment, it came in after the deadline for comments.  So, for second place, Rachel, I'll make sure that Mom puts her Cherry Cheese Filled Pastry (or whatever the heck she calls it) on the menu for either Saturday or Sunday.  Hope that's an okay consolation prize.

But the MILE HIGH comment got me thinking...now, stop groaning and shaking your heads, I do think on occasion...

While the MILE HIGH CLUB is usually used in reference to flying, doesn't that also mean that most of the people in Denver and the surrounding mountains are also members of the MHC?  After all, we live a mile above sea level.

An Anniversary, Random Thoughts and a Give-Away

Today's my blog's two year anniversary, almost 300 posts.  Scary isn't it? What's scarier is that I have followers. Lost one, but gained eight. I won't complain. It's better than losing eight and gaining one.  Yikes!

I spent about ten days traveling for both business and pleasure and repeatedly some random things popped into my head:

• I love to fly in flip-flops. It makes going through security super easy and I can take them off during my flight. The only problem is that I'm always afraid that I'll lose a toe or two on the escalators, so I end up curling my toes as far up under my feet as possible. If I could retract them, I would.
• Why is it that the upper-end hotels never have fart fans in the bathroom?  Seriously, after eating conference food and traveling, I really need a fart fan in the bathroom.  Here's a tip: even rich people's shit stinks. (Not that I'm rich, far from it, but my company puts us up in n-i-c-e hotels.)
• While we're on the bathroom subject. Single-ply toilet paper. Really? Conference food, no fart fan and single-ply TP - is it all a cruel joke? C'mon for what you're charging per room, buy the good stuff.  Hell, even I can afford two-ply TP.
• When we were in San Antonio there was a football coaches' conference with 15,000 football coaches in attendance.  Can we say testosterone poisoning?
• Bedroom vanity. No, not the kind of vanity that Cosmo tries to instill; the furniture vanity. Even if I owned one, would I ever be able to find it for all the books piled on top? Even though I've got Eloise, I still read paper books and my TBR pile hasn't gone down a whole heap (or at all - it may have grown).

And to celebrate my blog's two-year anniversary...a CSN give-away. The best random travel thought comment will win a $50 CSN gift certificate, good at any of their two hundred stores. I've done a couple of reviews about products I've received from CSN and have been pleased with both the products and the service.  Get your comments posted no later than Sunday, August 1 at midnight MST.  After I've recieved all the comments, I'll post them and we'll have us a little vote-off for the best random travel thought.

PS - not a single one of you can give me any grief about my trichophobia after the comments I recieved on the ear hair post. I think I've just proven that we *all* have some form of trichophobia.

Adventures of Ashinator

Review of the week

Sunday: Exciting

Monday: Pointless

Tuesday: In-ferbie-us (an excess of ferbies - huh?)

Wednesday: Sketchy

Thursday: Pleasant

Friday: Appreciated

Ashinator, "Mom, I just wasn't funny this week."

Adventures of Ashinator

She's beautiful,

Bold and opinionated,

The GunDiva's daughter:

She's the Ashinator!

"People piss me off,"

The Ashinator

I was in the self check-out and the guy looked at me scanning my cough drops and asked if I was sick.

Really, dude?

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Ashinator, shaking her fist: "Never again, I say!  Never again!"

GunDiva: "Or what?"

Ashinator, shrugging: "I don't know, it just sounds cool."

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I'm gonna be such an angry driver when I have my license.

GunDiva in:  Fair warning for all of you Colorado drivers.

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Ashinator: "Aaarrrrgggghhhh! F*ck me!"

GunDiva:  "Hey!  Pot-ty mouth!"

Ashinator:  "Yeah.  I must be your daughter."

GunDiva, hanging head:  "Shit."

GunDiva:  I have been chastised by the Ashinator, who told me that I "mommy-ize" her quotes and from now on, she will be writing the Adventures of Ashinator.  Lord help us all.  It'll be a fun time.

Random Thoughts In GunDiva's Head

Things that keep me up at night...

• Baltimore got 72" of snow. 
• That's six feet.
• I am 60" tall, so they got a whole foot more snow than I am tall.
• Estes is 14.2 hands tall.  That's 50".
• They got almost two feet more snow than my horse is tall.
• Glad I don't live in Baltimore.
• I'd never find my horse.

Random Thought Of The Day...

Just a sample of the thoughts that bounce around in my little pea-brain.

So...if someone is DADT'd (Don't ask, don't tell) out of the military, but undergoes gender reassignment, can he or she re-up in the military?  Because now he or she would be straight, not gay. 

Random Rants

I hate Hollywood.  Well, not hate hate, but I'm pretty irate with them right now.  My car was overheating, so I pulled over and popped the hood to take a look at it.  The problem (besides the overheating car) was that I chose to wear my hair down today and didn't have an emergency hair tie in my car or on my wrist.  What, you're asking, does this have to do with Hollywood?  Let me tell you.  Long, silky flowing hair on a Hollywood actress working on a car is H-O-T.  Think Angelina Jolie in "Gone In 60 Seconds" or Megan Fox in "Transformers".  Case in point:  I just asked Jay and Devon what the hot actress' name was in Transformers and they didn't even have to think to pop out "Megan Fox."  WTF?

Now, let me tell you the reality.  It effing sucks!  My long, silky flowing hair was nothing but a pain in the ass today.  Every time I bent over the car to take a look, it fell in my face.  Or a breeze would come up and blow my hair across my eyes.  Or worse, it would blow my hair into my mouth.  Gag!  And there's nothing sexy about trying to hold your hair back with one hand and poke around the engine with the other.  At least nothing sexy enough for anyone to stop and help.  Maybe being a size zero with double D boobs is also a requirement, not just the long, silky flowing hair.  I hate Hollywood.

And while I'm totally on a bitch, let's talk about iPods.  I'm the only one in the house without some sort of music player, so I whined at my boss and told him I deserved one for all of the referrals I've gotten for the school.  He gave me one.  Now I want to shove it up his arse!  I got brave, dug it out and plugged it into the computer to start putting some music on it.  Let the cussing begin.  I got it plugged in, registered it with Apple and tried to set up my library.  It took me exactly TWO songs to decide it's not f*cking worth it.  I found the music on my computer that I wanted to put on it, but can I just click and drag?  NO!  Can I choose more than one song to load at a time?  NO!  It was all I could do to keep from chucking the effing mess out the picture window, including the computer.  One of the kids is going to have to load my iPod because just the thought makes me homicidal.  I'm sure once the damned thing is loaded, I'll like it just fine, but until then my boss better not turn his back to me or I may just pull a "Man On Fire" on him.

Random Thought...

Do you think animals name their off-spring like we do? I mean, cats and dogs have litters, how do they keep the little squirts straight? What if most of the litter is behaving perfectly, but one or two are being total brats - how does the mom yell at the brats without yelling at the well behaved ones?

Just a thought...