Calling all pranksters!

I have a friend that has a good hollywood gossip connection. She always spills hollywood gossip before it hits the tabloids. Last year she told me a rumor that Tom Cruise and Rob Thomas (Matchbox 20) were secret lovers. Every time I hear a song by Matchbox 20...I giggle. I don't really believe this one...but here's a funny thought.

So...here’s what somebody’s gotta do...remember a year or two ago this prankster got a Michael Jackson lookalike and a fake entourage and made it look all official and snuck the fake Michael Jackson into some event somewhere? The press showed up and everybody bought it.

OK - Three words: Fake Tom Cruise. Get a 100% dead-on bulletproof lookalike, and then get Fake Tom Cruise backstage at a Rob Thomas concert....make it look totally real with an entourage and everything, and have Fake Tom Cruise go up to Real Rob Thomas like he wants to talk privately or something and Fake Tom Cruise tells him about how sorry he is that he denied their love. He wishes he had the whole thing to do all over again.

See…what…Rob…does!! What would Rob Thomas do? OMG! WWRTD?

If all goes well...Real Rob Thomas would even have Fake Tom Cruise come out on stage to sing a couple of love songs together during the show! I can see it all now on Access Hollywood, from the vantage point of, like, some cheap camcorder that was in the crowd.

This would be perfect! Someone has to do this!! Calling all pranksters! Ashton Kutcher, Jamie Kennedy, Tom Green....get TO IT! HAHA!

Family Feud

I was at the dealership getting an oil change yesterday and they had the Game Show Network on the TV in the waiting room. YAY! I love game shows. They showed a rerun of a 1970-ish Family Feud with host Richard Dawson. OK! First, I must say, his White Leisure Suit was almost too much for me to handle. I kept giggling when he would walk around. No one...I mean no one looks good in white pants...and especially not coupled with a tacky jacket. Anyway. I was FLOORED at the fact that Richard Dawson would KISS every female contestant right ON THE LIPS every time he talked to them. Wha? Not a firm hand shake. A kiss. Not on the cheek. Right on the lips. The kissing is crazy in the first place...but ON THE LIPS? Right in front of their husband in most cases? And every woman would make this gross-gringe-yuck look after he kissed them. I bet he had the breath of an onion-greasy pork chop-smoker. Ewh!

Susie

Happy Birthday to my dear friend Susie!

I met Susie about 7 years ago at my old job. She was (and is) always the den-mother at work. She takes care of everything and everyone. She has been in radio over 30 years and knows everything and everyone in the business too. Although we grew up in different generations...we are the same person in so many ways and connect on so many levels. I respect her drive, her heart, her loves, her challenges, her ideas, her beliefs, her intelligence, her soul, her whole being. Susie and I could sit in a vacant room with no other entertainment (other than each other) and be totally content forever....chatting and telling stories.

Athough we had worked together for a while...the first time we actually sat down and chatted was at a company softball game. I found myself telling her stories about myself that I hadn't totally admitted even to myself yet. Her caring soul made me believe that I could trust her...and tell her my hopes, fears, sadness...and I wouldn't be judged or shunned. That was the beginning of a wonderful friendship.

She's such a strong woman and I am proud to call her friend.

Highlight to lowlight

I went yesterday to the salon to get a highlight....to make me blonde girl again! I arrived at 2:10 pm and sat right down in my stylist's chair. She foiled my partial highlight in about 35 minutes...so it's 2:45 pm. She gave me a handful of magazines and then POOF! She vanished for 50-55 minutes. I watched the stylist in the chair next to mine do a FULL highlight, cut and style in the time I was sitting in the foils....waiting. After my butt started to fall asleep and I realized I had read all 4 rag-magazines...I got up asking where the HELL Amanda was. Minutes later she comes back. I look at her and say, "I was getting worried...I..." and she just ushered me back to her chair and styled my hair. I was PIIIISSSSED! First of all, I left work to go get this done and she made me sit and wait for her to do God knows what?!? When she was finished, she says to me, "sorry you were worried!" And I replied, "Well I sat and watched her (pointing to the stylist next to me) do a full highlight, cut and style all in the time I just sat here." She blows off my comment by saying, "Oh well, she's fast." Wha? I pay and only tip her $13 on $95 (I normally tip her at least 20%) and leave. As I am driving past the front of the salon, I see Amanda talking to the owner of the salon...and then Amanda runs out of the salon crying. I instantly feel bad. Who knows what was going on in her life that she needed to take care of? Maybe she needed that time to regroup, call a friend, cry alone....who knows? It bothered me all the rest of the day...and hung a gray haze over my usual glow after leaving the salon. But the more I think about it today...I am not happy again. If she needed another stylist to finish my highlight and get me on my way.....then she needed to do that. Not make me sit in a chair looking like an alien with tinfoil sticking out all over my head. Is that mean?

Are you missing a 710?

Even me...a blonde can appreciate a good blonde joke.

Yesterday I was having some work done at the car dealer. A blonde woman came in and asked for a seven-hundred-ten. They all looked at each other, and the Mechanic asked, "What is a seven-hundred-ten?" She replied, "You know, the little piece in the middle of the engine. I lost it and need a new one. It had always been there." The mechanic gave the woman a piece of paper and a pen and asked her to draw what the piece looked like. She drew a circle and in the middle of it wrote 710. He then took her over to another car which had the hood up and asked, "Is there a 710 on this car?" She pointed and said, "Of course, it's right there." Click here to learn the identity of the mysterious 710.

What is CBS thinking?

I heard this morning that the geniuses at CBS television are changing some things on this fall's "Survivor" show. This season, the teams will be divided by RACE or ethnicity. There will be an African-American Team, an Asian-American team, a Hispanic-American team...etc. What is CBS thinking? This is bound to cause HUGE problems....ahem...ah yes...this is exactly what CBS wants to happen. I think it's sad on so many levels. The racial slurs and stereotyping will be flying.... I am sure. Ah yes...this MUST be what CBS wants. I think I will sell my stock.

Holy small world Batman!

OK.... I knew this would happen...it's such a small world...and both Todd and I grew up in Colorado...

I just sent a picture of Todd and I to my friend Rene` (who lives out of state now) and she just called me and told me she used to date Todd. She and I were friends when they were dating. I asked her for some dirt or why they broke up...and she said she was just too crazy at the time to appreciate a nice guy. She said they went on about 3-5 dates. It was a blind date because her aunt used to work with him. HOW FUNNY IS THAT?

All that glitters is gold

Here is a picture of Todd and I at the Friday Happy Hour for my birthday!
My birthday weekend was fan-freaking-tastic.

Friday night a group of us got together for happy hour. The plan was to go to Uptown...but when Christine got there at 4:30 to get us a table...the place was packed...no tables for us. I instantly went into event-planner mode and came up with Plan B. We moved to The Boca Room (aka The Peach Pit After Dark/The Lounge). The Boca Room just recently changed management and got completely remodeled. It was perfect. We took over the patio and had a rockin time. The guest list was small...I only included the people who asked what I was doing for my birthday or asked if they could take me out for my birthday. Todd got to meet some more of my friends and that was wonderful. Great time.

Saturday (my actual birthday) Todd took me to Vesta Dipping Grill for dinner. I got to wear my new blue dress and felt like a million bucks. As a side note, I have never had a boyfriend on my birthday. In high school and college I would always break up with my boyfriends for the summer...no attachments....summer lovin'. And now, as an adult...timing never worked out so that I had a boyfriend on my birthday. Anyway. Todd and I got to the restaurant and I opened my gift from him. He had been talking about my gift for weeks...and I could read some nervousness on his face. He got me the most gorgeous gold necklace. It's really long with many circle hoops connecting it all together....the line at Jared Jewelers is called Geometric. It can be worn at many different lengths. It's very funky...it's very me. He did a great job. We joked several times mocking that stupid TV commercial...."HE went to Jared." You would have to know that dumb commercial to get it...but I think it's hilarious. I am a smitten kitten.

Shoot me now! LOL!

I got 2 of my young (22-25 year old) employees to fill in on my softball team last night. One of the girls who played last night just stopped by my office and said, "Liz and I were so pumped up after the game last night, we went and ran 2 miles after."

Someone shoot me now.

I think I am having a relapse of the 15 minutes of pouting over being old. Hahahah!

For about 15 minutes

For about 15 minutes last night I felt old.

I had my 2nd co-ed softball game (I am playing not coaching) and I got hurt AGAIN. Gone are the days where I could play 7 games a day in 100 degree heat and not even be sore. Our first game was last Thursday. I slid into 3rd (I was safe) to avoid getting my block knocked off by the steroid-fed short stop on the other team who was firing a throw to 3rd to try and get me out....and I sliced the top 5 layers of skin off of my right shin. Sexy. It looked like a huge 6" x 4" burn on my leg. It hurt like a mo-fo. After the game, Todd cleaned up my wound, and took care of me for days. Then last night, I pulled my left quad muscle. Great...TWO gimp legs. I even stretched and got warmed up before the game and still got hurt.

I pouted for about 15 minutes. Todd told me I wasn't old. I took a shower and had a new attitude.

Big fan of your work

I kinda share an office with another guy. Basically it used to be one big ass office that was made into 2 offices by adding a 10 foot wall to separate the 2 offices....but the ceiling goes up another 30 feet...and no wall. So basically he can hear everything in my office...and I can hear everything in his office. Oh joy! Everyday for about an hour or so he returns phone calls. Yes, an hour...he gets a ton of phone calls. And EVERY SINGLE TIME he calls someone he says the same thing. "Yea, hi, (insert name here), it's G, I'm a big fan of your work...." It makes me nuts. It's a funny line and all...but c'mon! EVERY PHONE CALL? Time for some new material. Ha!

Wave of sadness

It was just announced that the suspect in the JonBenet case is a 41-year old 2nd grade teacher. I was soooo upset by this case when it first hit the news...(then got sick of it)...but I just had a wave of sadness. Poor Patsy Ramsey died with the whole world thinking she killed her child.

Finally

Finally - an arrest was made in the JonBenet Ramsey murder case. I have always thought it was her brother. I wonder who it was.

A Boulder County District Attorney investigator is bringing a suspect in the JonBenet Ramsey murder case back to the United States. The suspect was arrested in Bangkok, Thailand Wednesday morning. The suspect has confessed to certain elements of the crime that are unknown to the general public. Both John and Patsy Ramsey, before she passed away in June, were consulted during the investigation. The suspect is expected to arrive back in the United States, possibly within the next two days, accompanied by an investigator from the Boulder DA's office. The Boulder County DA's office has not confirmed the identity of the suspect. However, they plan to have a press conference Thursday afternoon. They released the following statement Wednesday afternoon: "Boulder District Attorney Mary Lacy confirms the arrest of a suspect in the December 26th 1996 murder of JonBenet Ramsey. The suspect was arrested on August 16th 2006 in Thailand after several months of a focused and complex investigation. Jon & Patsy were consulted during the course of the investigation and the Ramsey's have been notified."

Coupledom

Since I am officially in a relationship and entered the world of "coupledom" I have been getting NEW invitations to things....couples things. Several people have invited me to couples dinners, couple parties...just couple stuff. I am kinda bothered by this. When I was single, I wasn't invited...so why now? Just because I have a date? Was my single status a threat? Was it uncomfortable for the couples? Did they pity me? Or were they afraid I would hit on or flirt with their other half? Phhhlllleaaase! I swear...I will always invite single friends to stuff...and not leave them out because it's a "couples" thing.

I hate people

I know it sounds like a terrible thing to say...but at least once a day I find myself saying "I hate people!" Always in reaction to some idiot. My current personal favorite are the people talking on their cell phone while driving. I do it too...but I have a hands-free device and I don't drive like a dumbass. People on their cell phone while driving... drive VERY slow. Have you ever noticed that? Then, they don't think ahead about what their next turn will be (because they are distracted) so they are driving slow... and then hurry up to turn or change lanes at the last minute...with one hand on the wheel and the other on the cell while violently whipping their head from side to side. I hate these people. I play this game with myself where if I see some person driving like how I described above...I pull up next to them to see if I am right...are they on their cell? Yes, about 90% of the time. My new thing is I get their attention and close my cell phone and mouth... GET OFF YOUR CELL PHONE AND DRIVE! I hate people.

I hate the people who have 25 items in the 14 and under line at the grocery store.

I hate people who ride bicycles on city streets. There are parks for that. I nearly KILLED a man on a bicycle yesterday (this is a regular occurrence) ...he was wearing a patch over one eye...which must have been cutting the blood off to his brain because he totally rode right out in front of me. I had to squeal my tires to avoid crushing him....everything on the front seat flew to the floor. Then he cussed at ME!

I hate people who shout on their cell phone in close quarters to other people. In that same vein, I hate people with loud annoying cell phone rings.

I hate people who bring children to bars....not restaurants...bars...and just because the bar serves food...doesn't make it a restaurant.

I hate the people who beg for money on the streets of downtown. I can't walk 2 blocks to the gym without being approached at least twice. I just plain hate people. Ha.

For the record....I am not bitter....I am not pissed off...I have never been happier...just hate people.... dumb people.

Congratulations galore

On Friday, August 11th - Kristen and Kevin welcomed the birth of their baby boy, Austin Spenser. He is 6 lbs 11 oz, 20" long and has a full head of brown hair like his mom. Mom, Dad and baby are doing fabulous. Cheers to you!

On Sunday, August 13th - Emily and Andy got engaged... on Em's 30th birthday...what a great gift! I am sooo happy for you Emsy!

Congratulations galore!

A buck for the bride

My dear friend Paul has created a website to try to raise $$ for his wedding. Here is the email I got from him with his intention of me fowarding it to people. Probably not. But I will post it here. Creative. And very Paul. I would be so happy for them if this worked. You know...the March of Dimes started when President Roosevelt asked Americans to mail in a single dime to help fight Polio. Bags and bags of dimes came in...and the rest is history. Cheers to Paul and Sharon.

Hi,
My name is Paul and I have one simple goal: to marry the woman of my dreams. But I need YOUR help! I've seen other sites where things like this has worked, so I figure I might as well take a chance.

Please visit http://www.buckforthebride.com/ to find out how you can help. Even if you can't help in a traditional sense, you can help me by forwarding this message on to at least 5 of your friends and family. I can't guarantee it will bring you luck, but you'll be doing something to help out a person in need.

Thanks for anything you can do and helping my dreams come true.

Paul

Board Games

When I was watching Cherill's kids and I was running through a list of fun stuff we could do together. I said, "how about we play a board game?" The 2 older ones looked at me confused. "Board game?" the middle boy asked? "Uh, yea, like Monopoly, Sorry, UNO, Scrabble...you know board games," I said. They had no idea what a board game was. Boy times have changed. Now those games are computerized and digital and all fancy. I had to crack up.

Attention to detail

The team of 20 that I manage are all part-time so I really try to help them all find full-time work in radio. I let them know about job openings internally and at other radio companies and offer to help them with resumes, cover letters and other creative things that will help them rise above the pack. One of my staffers just applied for a full-time promotions gig at a news station. I suggested she write a series of fun and interesting press releases on the station, her getting the job, upcoming events etc. She took a rough draft crack at them. They were decent. I worked with her and gave her some suggestions. I told her to check the spelling of everything...check and double check. Promotions is all about ATTENTION TO DETAIL. Honestly, forget something as small as tape for banners for an event and you are screwed. So anyway.... I see her this morning and ask how the interview went...ok...get ready for this...she says..."Good. I gave her the press releases. But found out after I gave them to her that I MIS-SPELLED HER NAME in them...opps! Maybe she won't notice." I realize that I am starring at her with a look of utter and complete shock with my mouth hung wide open...and I said, "Uh...hell yes she will notice...oh well." And I walked away.

Fireworks

Friday was Todd and I's one-month anniversary. He gave me the most beautiful bouquet of flowers. As I was standing in his kitchen gushing over how gorgeous they were...he looks at me and says, "they are supposed to look like fireworks, red, white and blue....get it?" Our first date was on the 4th of July watching a fireworks display. Romantic and thoughtful....wow! We went to dinner at the Coral Room in Stapleton...which I highly recommend. We are dorks that we celebrated a one-month anniversary...but I soaked up every lovely second of it.

Saturday, I had to work a station event and then I babysat Cherill's 3 kids so she and her hubby could go out to dinner for his b-day. I love those kids.

Sunday, Todd came over in the morning and we went to Racine's for brunch then back to my house to hang out until around 4:30...and then we went to his friend's house for a bbq. I got to meet all of his friends and their wives. Nice people. I had such a great weekend.

Beth

At my sister's bridal shower I had a chance to chat briefly with my mom's cousin Beth. I never see that side of the family...so I guess it was nice to see her. She is a few years younger than my mom...but NOTHING like my mom. Beth's dad is my mom's dad's younger brother...does that make sense? Anyway. Beth and her siblings were all hippies in the 60's (and still kinda are today)...pot smokin'... motorcycle ridin'...tie-dye wearin'...hippies. My mom was the Sunday School Leader at her church. My mom and Beth are night and day different from each other. Growing up...Beth and her siblings were never nice to my mom. In fact, even to this day I have heard Beth make shitty comments to my mom....and that pisses me off.

OK... cut to now. Like I was saying, I chatted briefly with Beth at Natalie's bridal shower. As we were leaving Beth said (quite loud) "I have always liked you Emily...and now we are old enough to really hang out and party...we should get together." I thought my mom was going to have a heart attack. I think partly because Beth and that whole gang never accepted my mom. AND I think because my mom has never thought too highly of their lifestyle choices. I shrugged off Beth's comments and said, "Oh yea, that would be nice." My mom looked hurt.

I never called or contacted Beth...but saw her again at the wedding. This time she had about 15 beers in her and kept telling/shouting that we were gonna hang out and get to know each other. Beth wrote down all (I mean ALL) of her contact information on a cocktail napkin. After the wedding...I put off calling....and put off calling....and finally after a comment from my aunt that she was really hoping I would call... called her to set a time to get together. I really don't want to be her friend or get to know her more...for several reasons. She is mean to my mom. And...I really believe it would hurt my mom's feelings that her cousin didn't think she was cool enough to hang out with or even be nice to...but her daughter is. I would NEVER want to hurt my mom's feeling....well...at least now that I am an adult...I don't want to hurt her feelings. Beth and I had plans tonight and she cancelled. Whew. I really wish I could just tell Beth how I feel...and that I am not interested in being "friends"...but she's family. I know she doesn't respect the concept of family like I do...because she is so mean to my mom....but MY MOM taught me to be respectful of my family. See....they are night and day different.

PR Nightmare

I do volunteer Public Relations for the Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation. We just found out that we need to create a PR plan to deal with the "Right To Life" idiots who are planning on unveiling their anti-abortion platform at our HUGE event in October, Race for the Cure. They are protesting the Komen Foundation because we give grants to Planned Parenthood. OK. We don't fund any other program at Planned Parenthood except the Breast Health and Mammogram programs. Even though we have explained this to these "Right to Life" people...they still want to come to Race for the Cure and attempt to ruin a day of honor, tribute and celebration. The thing they can't get through their thick skulls is that many un & under insured people use Planned Parenthood as their primary care physicians. They don't have any or adequate insurance, so they go to Planned Parenthood. SOOOO...Planned Parenthood needs money to help screen and treat Breast Cancer for the un & under insured women. We are not for or against abortion...we are FOR saving lives by giving funds to eradicate Breast Cancer as a life-threatening disease for everyone...even the people who can't afford tests or treatment. We have wickedly detailed records of where Planned Parenthood spends our grant money...every cent is on Breast Health and Mammogram programs. I am sitting here shaking my head. These "Right to Life" people are against abortion...but they are willing to protest another organization trying to save lives too. Get a grip!