Wednesday, November 21, 2007

LAX

I've been to LA's finest airport more times than I can count. But I have never had such an awesome time than I did yesterday during my layover before getting to San Francisco.

Why? Well, because while sitting at my gate munching on a huge bag of Chex Mix, I realized I was sitting next to AN AMERICAN IDOL!

I got nervous and couldn't stop smiling (this usually happens when I see celebrities and pug dogs). But then after a lot of serious thinking and overhearing conversations around me, I realized it wasn't Reuben. It wasn't Reuben at all.

Thank gawd I didn't tell him I was eagerly awaiting his comeback.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Brgrs

Last night, Molly Moker and I met for our weekly date at Stand.

Keeping with the trend, I had spent my workday chowing down Mrs. Fields cookies and brownies until I couldn't move. This didn't stop me from enjoying the following:

- Classic Stand Burger with bleu cheese and a "special sauce" which was indeed, very special.

- Crispy Fries.

- Mashed sweet potatoes with Parmesan cheese.

- Toasted. Marshmallow. Shake.

This was hands down one of the best meals I have had since Thanksgiving 2006:


Speaking of Thanksgiving, this year the wonderful holiday will be spent in San Francisco with Lilly and Hannah. It's the beginning of our very own Orphan Thanksgiving. Photos and stories to come...

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

We Could Be Heroes

Today, after eating three and half of the Mrs. Fields Search for the 30th Anniversary Cookie Contest's winning treat (I know you're dying to know which cookie won - but I'm sorry, I'm sworn to secrecy) and chugging 8 ounces of water, I left work. I walked to the N train on Broadway with my coworker Cheryl and complained to her about feeling like I was about to explode. Then I saw this dress in the window of Miu Miu and mysteriously felt better. That is, until I swiped my Metrocard and noticed a giant scab on the back of the old man's head in front of me. I gagged and jogged far, far, far down the platform. Away from the scab.

If you've talked to me lately you know my commutes have been horrid - I left my old school iPod in Minnesota and have been forced to listen to the awkward subway conversations, loud gum chewing and have become very aware of all the people with staring problems. Anyways, my train comes, I hop on, and I stand against the doors.

Then, amongst the noise, I hear a lot of heavy breathing and some phlegm snorting all coming from one source. I look down to my right and see the Scab Man. He's snorting and moving back and forth and I'm staring, wondering how he made it onto my train car. I'm perplexed. Suddenly, a tube the size of my Dad's funny looking thumb that's supposed to be taped and secured tightly into the man's throat pops out and falls lightly onto his beer belly. The snorting gets louder. I panic and gag and panic and reach my hand down because I'm not sure what's happening and nobody else sees what's happening and I'm freaking out.

Scab Man doesn't notice my helping hand and instead picks up his tube and starts jabbing it into his neck while moving back and forth and snorting louder. I literally hold back barf as I witness this scene, and even more so when I realize nobody else does. Can this man breath? Is he going to die on this train - right now? I reach down again and get in his face just as the tube successfully makes it back into its proper place and I catch a glimpse of pussy ooze and get a whiff of a sour smell. Scab Man doesn't acknowledge me - and I stand up fighting back tears and cookie barf.

I didn't save Scab Man's life. Clearly, he saved his own. But I was there, even if nobody noticed. And if he hadn't gotten lucky with that third jab, I might have been a NYC subway hero because I was the only friendless commuter with the pod-free ears. Nobody else would have heard those snorts for help.

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Meeting in the Middle...

I wish I had a cute picture of us from this past weekend in Minnesota, but I don't. This is highly uncharacteristic of the Jensen girls. We generally have at least one photo shoot every time we're together. Whether we're waiting for the train in Astoria eating ice cream cones or playing Jenga after Thanksgiving dinner, we like to take pictures of ourselves. Apparently this weekend was too much of a whirlwind for that though, because I don't have one picture of the three of us together.

The weekend went be quickly, but it was good to see everyone. Especially the sisters.


And I kind of missed these two.


Almost the entire Nagan clan was in town for Grandma's 90th birthday. Uncle Matt, who is now known as Guillermo, made an incredible meal for everyone on Saturday night. Madge put together a slideshow, and Emily whipped up some of her delicious desserts. There was even an appearance of the famous "cake on a stick," although without the stick. Overall, it was a lovely evening that went by too quickly, like the rest of the weekend. It's a good thing Fuzz is going to be out here in a few weeks for Thanksgiving, because three days just isn't enough time together.

We'll have to fit in a few extra photo shoots to make up for lost time.