My Shower

This is my bathroom
This is the shower.
If you look closer there is a weird hole thing
Where I can only assume some poor soul thought he could spy on some hott chick but instead got me singing Sinead O'Conner at the top of my lungs.

just ram it

just ram it. That's pretty much been my motto for the last couple months... ever since the matinience guy and his dumb ladder....

Anyway... I was at Best Buy today and after an agonizing 10 minutes in the store I left disgruntled. Then I saw this:Someone had left their buggy right behind my parked car. What else was I supposed to do? I rammed it.

And I still feel good about it.

really?

*this post deleted by "the man"

Surgery Center

I was driving downtown and sawthis old building:
The sign on the wall intrigued me:

I wonder what kind of procedures they do in this building. Is this where you go when you have to get a pig bladder? Or is it like one of those clinics where you go in a 400lb woman can come out a 160lb homosexual man? What do you think goes on in here?

movin sisters

I finally got my couch moved. I kept waiting for a couple of big muscled boys to show up and help, but alas, they never did. So I called abz and we did it together.

After loading the beast I had Abby begin to secure it while I locked up the storage unit. When I got back to the car this is what I found:

That wouldn't quite hold the sofa all the way from Lehi to SLC to we used so nylon strapping we found in Jared's garage. While laying under the car threading the nylon stuff through every hole I could find I commented to abby that, "this is just like sewing, but you know, with a car not fabric." We secured the whole thing with a couple of knots we remembered from girls camp and we were off into the night!

* Before leaving we did agree that if the sofa fell out of the car onto the freeway somewhere along the way we would just keep on driving. Hell, we were in my pimp SUV, we could just speed away and noone would be the wiser. :)

Tire Trouble

I was driving around downtown looking for a Wells Fargo. There are four Wells Fargo locations downtown but they are either on one way streets or don’t have drive ups or are behind a locked gate. I was stopped at a red light about to turn onto the right one way street when this guy next to me honked and rolled down his window.

He told me my tire looked a little flat. Only then did I notice that my whole car was leaning to the right.

I pulled into the first parking lot I was. Magically, it turned out to be the elusive Wells Fargo parking lot. I opened the back and began looking for a jack. All I saw were three crowbar thingys… no jack. I called around until finally someone had pity on me and promised to go purchase a jack and meet me there.

I didn’t want to look totally helpless when they arrived so I tried to look busy. In doing so I found the jack!

I thought I would start the tire changing process. I started to turn the little knob on the jack and raise the car up. In the process I got my hands all dirty and the asphalt tore my little toe nail off. So I am howling jumping around the parking lot with my filthy hands infecting my open wound.

I should have stopped there, but I didn’t. I started taking the lug nuts of the tire. (Yes, I now know lug nuts come off before you raise the tire.) I got four of them off but the fifth was just so tight. A good Samaritan came by and asked if he could help. He looked like Andre the Giant so I said sure. He put the tire iron on the nut and gave it a jerk. The lug nut came off as well as the bolt it was screwed on to.

He quickly apologized, gave me a hug and tried to kiss me before jumping in his little car and zooming off.

I took the tire off. Yup. It was really broken.Finally reinforcements arrived and finished the process. Thank God, cause I would have never figured out how to lower the mud encrusted tire from under the Explorer.

While the spare was being reattached I called my local Goodyear to price new wheel parts. I talked to Mike who calmed me down and reassured me that a spare can be driven on even if the wheel only has four bolts. I told him I would bring him cookies.

Once the car was repaired I tried to drive it home. It made funny noises. So I just drove it to the Goodyear store. I left my poor injured baby in the middle of downtown Salt Lake overnight. If she never starts for me again I totally understand.

**Just a shout out to all the people I talked to that night who now think I am crazy: Grant, Mike and Magdalena, Alex, Mike @ Goodyear, Kelly, Jackie, Dad, Cam, and the Wells Fargo teller.

go green!

I tried to be all green and line dry my clothes. Now my towles and underpants are all stiff. Uncomfortable.

Oink

This little pig was on my stove when I moved in. Its like he is monitoring what I cook. But don’t worry little pig. I don’t eat pork.

Free Boxes !!!

I think I may have finally finished unpacking and sorting my stuff. So now I have a lot of really great moving boxes. They are all the same size which makes them great for stacking on a dolly. They are also super sturdy and hold almost everything.

There must be an epidemic here in SLC cause boys are tossing their girlfriends out by the dozens. If your boyfriend hasn’t already kicked you out of the house, be prepared… its coming. And when it does, remember: Manda has boxes!!!!

keychain

I caught this pimp Texas Roadhouse keychain at the Lehi parade. I almost peed my pants when I saw their float. It has Andy Armadillo on one side and a compass on the other. Magically, the compass only points in the direction of the closest Roadhouse…

Lib Po Po Strike Again

Today I was sitting outside the library watching the skater kids jump curbs and fall off their boards. Impressive stuff. Then the po po came. All the skaters scattered. My free show was over.

Damn po po cant you find something better to do then hassle sk8er boyzz?

Loose Change

I saw this guy outside the library…in the fountain… with waders on… in broad daylight stealing peoples wishes. Jerk.

Library Police

I am frequenting the SLC library quite often lately. Mostly because I can’t afford Internet at my new place but also because its free entertainment. The police who monitor the place help to remind me that life isn’t so bad… at least I am not patrolling a library at 7:00pm on a Tuesday for a living.

Yesterday I watched from the third floor as the po po found an abandoned duffle bag on the ground level. They called for backup. Set up cones. It looked like they sent the most agile of them in to check the bag. He rooted around in there and must have found something good cause immediately they hurried it away into a back room. I keep wondering what they found…. Maybe a baby or drugs or dirty underpants. We will probably never know.