hmmmmm.......

found @ rocky mountain chocolate factory in utah.

driving thru the drive thru...

shannO insists upon ordering her own fast food .... from the back seat.

they still got the order wrong....

packaging i don't understand.....

WHY is cold medicine so impossibly difficult to open?!

i'm a nimble-handed, deft, individual who obviously can't get into her meds
without the help of a very very large knife.

what do old people do?

tub time trick

my hilarious and amazing friend, peaches (who is now a famous LA actress. seriously. watch for her),

gave me some dating advice via facebook chat:

she calls this the "bathtub trick".

you're welcome.

nataliekhill: what's the bathtub trick?

erica: just, you know, happen to be in the bathtub when he calls, but don't mention it,

just wait for him to notice the echo and ask where you are.

Then you reply kinda shyly, "ummmm, well, actually..."

BAM.

picturing you naked.

The key is that you actually ARE and it just changes something in your demeanor.

Putty in your hands.

Well! There's an approach!

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a successful trip, i'd say.....

(worthini @ patsy's)

in my 48 hrs in nyc, i

had alice's scones &  mani-pedis with la-la

shook it up at the shake shack with shannO

had yogi-detox-fizzy water with tay-tay

caught up @ chipotle with b

had celebrated (yet full of snails) paella with e

drove in a topless porche thru midtown with the fellas

laid out in times square with nan

saw "next to normal" with nan and schmad

had bloomies tuna & yogurt with nan

did a victory s'mores milkshake @ 5 napkin burger with playgirl, lala, nan, and schmad

picked up sussies @ lululemon

groomed

watched the progrums with nan

ate patsy's pizza and grom nougat gelato with worthini

phew!

off to vegas to cause more trouble!

xoxo. mim. 

in a new york minute....

everything can change.

there are nyc days when you feel like you own the city.

you wish you could bottle that moment and keep it near your heart forever.

so you could never forget.

ever.

i love those days.

poster found {here}

bachelorette round-up

dear jill, 

let me make this easy for you......

now that i'm semi-caught up, i'll give you the low down on who i'm buying... and who i'm not.

first of all: lay off the booze during the rose ceremonies. you're starting to get loopy and i'm afraid that lapse in judgement will allow a tb or two to slip into the mix.

secondly, did the producers forbid white shirts? or did all of the fellas choose to look like dwight schrute? whyyyyy the bizarre colored dress shirts? maroon and mustard are not ok. 

in my book, blue, small stripe, or white are the ONLY acceptable shirt colors for tv..... 

country star

tb. bottom line. bad hair, gross facial hair, and cheesy lines.

apparently he only knows ONE song. 

*the favorite*

ok.. he's the "one that we want." he's sincere and darling... and who cares if he's never had his heart broken. he seems to be the only dude who's comfortable with himself. 

the drawback: LAME name. really? kiptyn. let this be a lesson to all you mothers who name your sons made- up names that sound girly. i know it's not his fault, but a name that stupid is such a turn off. 

anxiety mother trucker 

reeeeelax, man. 

his constant whining about juan is grating. yeah. we know you're a "good ole boy" in the trucking industry... but who cares. 

does anybody feel like there's something horsey about him?

we (nan and i) think this guy is a cross btwn craig bierko and tom cavanagh (who is a total sweetheart, btw--and played ED... this guy's name).

jury's still out on him....

that's all. 

foot fetish

sorry to break this to you, jill.

this one is G.A.Y.

guess he doesn't know it yet?

the fetish is awkward at best..... not having him or his crushed velvet blazers.

ready-made

ok... ready-made husband and dad is straight off the factory line with all of the "right" programmed things to say.

"right" is what he THINKS we want to hear? cheeseball.

settle down!

seriously!?

ok... and streaker is a loser. who wants to see that?! or hear about the size of your manhood. 

 IT guys are freaky!

juan..... stop with the puppy dog face and whining. over it. 

lots of luck, jill!

we're watching.... and judging. 

apple island.

after i give a fireside to the lovelies in north salt lake city this evening,
i'll be heading on a jet(blue) plane back to the island.

internet will be sparse...
still kicked out of my apartment
(this time by a darling french musician--can anyone say flat swap???)
and gratefully staying with my bestie, nan
(who you will soon hear about... you've seen her. she's a founding member of the b6 posse).

ny friends, call me!
ta-ta for now!

hopefully great things to tell you soon!

my baby don't tolerate

oh, lyle lovett.
i love you.
when i saw you and your very large (and mostly gorgeous) band in your sleek suits, i pretended i wasn't in a kitchy concert hall in wendover.
no. that wasn't the right place for your respect for the music and your nod to a different era.
last night you took me to a humid west texas bar in the 1950's.
i was dewy and wearing a tissue-thin cotton dress and you got me dancing till my feet hurt.

hmmmm.. .much better than wendover.
jules was a fool for leaving you .

love, mim*

-miss kt, he did play the pantries song and shazam failed me big time.
i'm now in hot pursuit. man, 4 boys playing strings and singing about sexual innuendo....
good time to me. do let me know if you find it first...

nobody knows me.....

dubya and i are headed to glamorous wendover
to see one of my favorites, lyle lovett and his big band.

lots of buffets, super-sized diet cokes, subsequent bathroom trips,
themed hotel rooms, and good times on their way!

what are your weekend plans?

ellen evolves

we started preview with the blonde wig....
and BILLOWY peasant top

then ellen went sensible... darker and smaller....
(in a robe-not show costume)

next, we went back to my natural jew-fro
(as dubbed by the jewish/saigon association) for the remainder of the run.
wearing chris's t-shirt for "i still believe."

hair refused to curl one day...
so a very sleek ellen went to win back her man in bangkok.
hotel scene ellen.

we lovingly called this ellen the "miss utah 1978" look.
wearing my important, "hey guys, come on!" relief society scarf.


hey!
i forgot to link kelly's fun interview with me
read it {here}

DVF is celebrating my birthday!

sad i'm missing my big diane von furstenberg sample sale party.
i NEVER miss this sale!

buy something nice for me, will you?

it's half-yearly, y'all.

giddy-up.
i bought me some fringe heels & turquoise fringe flats (and other various sundries....)to get ready for the
spanish fork days of '47 rodeo (which is 2 whole months away...).

made me sing "indian outlaw" (ij. LaRee high school flashback)
and loved that sweet discount!

visit the Nordie's half-yearly sale {here}

chris's wife wants a z-pack.

this morning, i woke up with the santa barbara brush fires in my throat.
it was a matter of time before i crashed....

normally, i'd let my body wage it's own war, but i have to be in tip-top shape for some business in nyc on tuesday
(oooh cross your fingers... you'd like this job. trust me. y'all would book your nyc trips in a lusty second).

so i did what any other 27 yr old female would do...
i made an appt. with my pediatritian, dr. wynn.
see, dr w and i go way back....we have an understanding. i only see specialists in nyc (you know, an ENT for a sinus infection. totally normal. ) and i don't have a primary care physician. so it's totally kosher for me to pop in for the random cold when i'm in o-town.

bad news: dr w wasn't in the office.
boo.

i rolled in anyway, walking past the jeering nurses (she's 27!!!!??? why is she HERE!?)
and onto the tiny scale (my feet didn't fit-and the weight was in kilos. how nice! ).

as i walked down the hall, i heard,

"IT'S CHRIS'S WIFE!!"

how embarrassing.... not only am i too old, but the PA mistakenly thinks i'm married.

me: no.... actually... i'm not....

thankfully, my mom interjected,

"yes! you saw the show? ellen! chris's wife! from miss saigon!"

oooh ... that.

right.

ok. can chris's wife please have a z-pack?

thanks.

photo by suss

premier/finale update

1. dancing with the stars
ok. i'm borderline thrilled for little nugget shawn johnson.
to be honest, i was really feeling gilles (who wasn't) but cheryl is so nasty, i didn't want that glittery ball in her greedy hands.
thrilled thrilled thrilled that crazy melissa (who is a dead ringer for young marie osmond) got the boot..... but i wouldn't mind her little body.

2. idol
ok.... i'm really not all that jazzed by either finale boy.
when i see adam, i only see him in drag (actual adam lambert drag shot above- he really is a gorgeous woman) being fierce (which he TOTALLY is-except the trench with the eyeliner was slightly colombine.....) with a shaded neckline....... he's amazing ... but i'm not sure i want to hear a whole album of screaming diva singing....
and cute kris is (don't hate me) kinda boring?
i was allison all the way even if she has the personality of a napkin.
who did you vote for?

3. greys
hmmm..... cliffhanger. loved the george twist.
bored with izzy.

4. office
LOVE LOVE LOVED it!
can't wait for a jim/pam nugget.

5. real housewives of nyc
further confirmed that kellly bensimon is a deranged lunatic.
love that jill got the reduction. she looks fierce and had killer shoes...
i'll find out the make but i'm assuming prada.

premiers

1. glee
didn't want to like it but i totally did...except that it seems entirely predictable...
so many friends on that show. happy for matty m.

2. bachelorette
thrilled about jillian....
haven't seen it yet (i'm just sooo busy ;)
i'll be sure to do a bachelorette roundup asap.

3. real housewives of nj
brilliant. brilliant. brilliant.
pretty sure my ex-boyf (italian stallion) is somehow related to those women.

can't wait for so you think you can dance.

man, my dvr homework is intense!

what are YOUR thoughts?

the art of zen.

kel reveling in sweet victory

once upon a time, in saigon-land,
a dear cast-mate decided to cease swearing for a day.
(apparently, he was motivated by my colorful/original vocab in lieu of the more vulgar variety..)

so...
knowing how dependent he is on the f-word to get thru the day, i happily let him set the terms of our daily bet.

ack.

he proposed something far out of my comfort zone for his victory prize, but sure of his inability to curb his language, i was confident i'd never have to hold up my end of the bargain.

the day proceeded.....
he didn't swear.

frustrations arose.....
not a s, d, h, b, or f!

rehearsals were more and more difficult....
nothing more than a "darn!"

i started to panic.
all of my spies confirmed that he'd been a verbal saint!!!

finally, i enlisted my secret weapon: kelvin.

i implored kel to aggravate him just to the point of a tiny curse
(call me satan, but i think it'd be worse to pay up......).

sneaky kel hopped shotgun in my car as we were off to dinner.
our clean-mouthed comrade (who usually sat up front) didn't even object.

kel: what?! you don't want to sit in the front today?
him: nah, don't worry about it.
kel: oh. really? cause i was just trying to provoke you so you'd swear...

him: nah, dude. you can't break me! i'm so f*#*-ing ZEN!

kelvin fell out of the car and into the handi-stall next to us in a hysterical fit.

i win!

saigon-itis.

we opened.
we closed.
we sold the place OUT!

sorry i've been a terrible blogger.....
i have hit the post show crash
(maybe staying up till 7 am playing @ the after after after party wasn't a good idea?).

i had no idea how stressful it would be to work at home....
i was completely overwhelmed with the friends/family/blends who came to support me.

thanks, and ever more, thanks.

seriously.
that was so awesome.

if you came, would you be so kind to fill out my little saigon survey to the right?
i'd love to see how many people saw the show because of mim.

shannO singing movie in my mind. stunning.

motown revival

loving him.

little motown.
little r & b.
little gospel.

a LOT of great.

* we're closing tonight.... morning of the dragon has finally come....boo.

tom tom

for ages, i've been trying to decide which flavor of toms to purchase...
{you DO know that for every pair purchased, they give a pair to a person in need, don't you?
um.....can i write that off?}
resident girl's dressing room fashion maven, jen sese, rolled in with the above version in yeller.
v. v. cute.
so i quasi-copied her and sprung for the red version.
they're INSANELY comfy (specially with the arch support.. hello!)

they'll be my summer staple.

do you think i can handle the gold glitter version?
they're awfully glee-glee.

boo, blogger!

i have things to say and the bad bloggy man won't let me!

caution: acting side effects

so every role presents it's own specific slew of psychological aftermath issues...

thankfully hairspray & grease only have repeating lyric nightmares
(mama, i'm a big girl now! and freddy, my love over and over and over and over and over again is enough to make anyone postal).

when i do anita in west side story, i have rape nightmares &
a slight puerto rican accent for months.
not cute.

and i've learned that saigon brings me a case of the mean reds.
seriously. i'm a cat on a hot tin roof.
always bugged.
always ready for a fight or a cry.

and

EPICALLY tired.
i can't get enough sleep.
(and if you know me, you know that i rarely waste precious moments awake in favor of sleep... you can rest when you die!)

good thing this is a short run or
i'll have to bring this to my shrink!


photo by sussy

plastic cup meets diet coke.

hole in plastic cup, cool nail polish, and nugget lapping up DC on the kitchen floor

it was sunday and i was unprepared for my addiction.
zero diet coke in the house.

i quickly called my grandparents to bring their stash to sundee dinner.

head pounding. back of throat needing the fizzy goodness.

finally!
the coveted coke in my hands.

i picked up my plastic cup filled with ice (it was prepared and set on the counter in anticipation)
and quickly poured the entire can.... suddenly coke is gushing out the side of the cup and all over my sweet stellie!

tragedy!!!

cup was too close to the burner.....

2 oz of diet coke remain.

sick.

that's what i get for having an addiction.....

or just being un-prepared.

sugar, sugar!

some of the sisters gave mom a mini cotton candy machine for mother's day.
{she LOVES spinning cotton candy}

my first attempt was less than attractive......

i finally perfected it into the small Q-tip.
...let's face it. the mini-machine was a BUST.

but THANKFULLY, our dashing dad's gift was a
real-deal fancy industrial cotton candy spinner!

he saved the day {again}!

half the fun of cotton candy is spinning it.
i love the sugary charlotte's webs you get to collect.

happy mother's day to {grand}mama and motashka!

can't wait for next week's back deck sundee-dinner carnival!

she is my candy girl

did you see?
sussy's photo classes were featured by { daily candy} !
she's SO major now!

do you subscribe?
i do.
to DailyCandyNYC, DailyCandyEverywhere, & DailyCandyDeals.

me like candy!
me like sussy!

i miss my worthini.

about a year ago,
we got incredibly loopy after a sob fest (initiated by me) &
counseling session (initiated by her).

i'm sure the bachelor + cupcakes were somehow in the mix.

pondering a color switch to blonde....

i'm fully fresh faced and nappy headed.
looking good, hill.

worthie is the best.

one of my favorite things about nyc is YOU.

kouing-aman

dubya turned me onto this insane pastry delicacy that is only found @ les madelines in slc.
this rare creature hails from brittany, france and is only to be found in a handful of bakeries in
the united states.

i'm not a huge pastry gal, but i'm borderline obsessed with kouing-aman-- had a saigon b-fast party with kel and shann0 to introduce them to our new friend, k-a.
they heartily endorse as well!

flaky,
salty,
sweet,
caramel-ly,
moist,

delish.

happy day to my mot!

mom. me. big bird slippers. utah. 1982.


happy mother's day!

hope you kiss your mom and your babies/puppies/friends kiss YOU!

when you see the oscar mayer wienermobile....

you pull over and have a photo shoot.

beam me UP, scotty!

ok.. you should know that i pretty much detest sci-fi.
never seen star wars (even though i auditioned for queen amadala),
and DEFINITELY haven't seen episode of star trek.
not my thing.
not interested.
no thanks.


nanu-nanu

so i was drug kicking and screaming to see the new star trek movie.
truthfully, i only went because the saigon-ers were all going and i wanted to be festive.....

ok...

please don't judge me...

i loved it!

and am now sensibly in love with chris pine.
(nan, don't you know him?! hook a sister UP!)

may i PLEASE have permission to board?

if you drive next to me....

you'll notice that i'm either
warming up
(to my gayle jean lockwood belt voice lesson)

or

scream singing
she's country
by jason aldean
{must see live!!! listen here}

usually with the windows down....

so my birthday

is less than a month away....

ariel gordon has some pieces i'd treasure....

thank you... in advance.