What I’d Like to Say to the Grammy Award Attendees

Hi, how was your weekend?  Mine involved some Denver bar-hopping on Friday night, being totally and utterly lazy for a majority of the day on Saturday, seeing Side Effects (totally not what I expected!) and pedicures with my mom, sister and Hannah on Sunday.

I also snagged free breakfast at Mod Market and was pretty disappointed when my quiche (which had great flavor and crust!) was totally cold.  When I told the owner he informed me that they’re having trouble with the temperature because of health codes (whatever they are) and that quiche is actually a room temperature food.  I resisted the urge to say “Look buddy, I’ve been heating up quiche for 20 years.”


Oh and I also watched the Grammy’s.  And had a lot to tell the attendees.

1. Dear Taylor Swift, please grow up.  I’m begging you.

2. Dear Adele, you are amazing.  I would never ever wear that dress, but I’m basically okay with any decision you make and every time you give an acceptance speech I love you a little bit more.

3. Dear Fun., what was your lead singer wearing and why do all your songs sound like an anthem for youths of the world?

4. Dear John Mayer, when you see yourself on worst dressed lists today, just know that I dug that purple velvet suit.

5. Dear Mumford and Sons, even though I listened to your newest CD so many times that I almost can’t stand listening to it anymore, thank you for being actual musicians.  And for not letting Johnny Depp perform with you.

6. Dear Ellen and Beyonce, more presenting from you together please!

7. Dear Justin Timberlake, your new song is…really disappointing!  I did not wait 6 years for a song about you wearing a suit and tie and calling me (because he is always singing to me) “little mama.”  Do you mind if I just hit mute and watch you dance?

8. Dear CBS, the memo you sent out about Grammy attire was hilarious!  Thank you for wording it in the most awkward way.  And sorry that Katy Perry ignored your plea.

9. Dear Kelly Clarkson, I am totally not embarrassed to tell people you were my first concert.

10. And dear Grammy Awards, thank you for organizing some awesome musical collaborations.  They were unexpected and surprisingly awesome!


What did you do this weekend?

What have you been dying to say to a celebrity?

Is quiche really a room temperature food?


Weekend Things

This weekend I…

Treated myself to a green smoothie and a giant not-so-green muffin.

While sitting next to a man who was on the phone telling someone else about yet another person who “hasn’t dreamed in 10 years.”  Which I find so odd because I have multiple, very vivid dreams every.single.night.

Saw Argo.

I thought it was really good.  Spoiler Alert: Ben Affleck looks good with a serious beard.  And I saw about 5 really promising-looking movie previews. 

Spent too much money on seasonal candles (again).

One of them might just be called “Merry Mistletoe.”  Too soon?

Drove all the way into Boulder to eat at Mod Market (again).

Help me.  And I got the same exact meal combo (half Fall Cobb salad, half Cashew Butternut soup) that I’ve had the past 3 times I’ve gone.  Really, help me.  Sadly the salad was not at it’s best.

Laughed SO hard at this book while standing inside Barnes and Noble.

Joey actually had to close it and lead me away to the real literature.  But I googled the book later and relived the humor in the privacy of my own home.

Woke up at 6:30 AM on Sunday.

What’s the point of “falling back” if you wake up extra early?  This should not be allowed.

Ate brown butter banana waffles and remembered why we almost never make waffles.

Not because they weren’t delicious (because they absolutely were!) and not because it was too much work (because I sat on the couch and did nothing to help), but because they took Joey seriously two hours to make.  I think those two trips to the grocery store may have been the cause.  I’m grateful to have someone make me breakfast regardless of how long it takes, though.

Returned the favor and cooked Joey a special dinner.

I rarely make shrimp paprika but when I do it’s… well, special.  Special because it involves shrimp, homemade dumplings and a creamy paprika sauce that we both licked from our plates.  And special for me because I got to be in the kitchen instead of watching the Cowboys game.  Yay!

I was kind of in a funk this weekend (and apparently barely took any pictures) but I’m ready to turn it around and start fresh.  That’s the only good thing about Mondays, right?


Complete the sentence: “This weekend I…”

What did you do with your extra hour yesterday?

Do you dream often?