GOLD

LAME post ahead, and I apologize in advance, but I just realized I'm a week behind in color blogging...not to mention work, etc. have been B-U-S-Y lately!

Haven't had this in a while...

Two of my most favorite things (beer and theatre, duh) in one groovy lookin' picture...

And when combined, they can make for some pretty serious, tournament style:
GOLDEN Tee.

;-)

Why not catch a ballgame, too??

News story I ran across on KSDK:

"Busch Stadium Seeks to Enhance Food Selection during Ballgames"

Everyone knows peanuts, hot dogs, and Cracker Jacks are staples for any ballgame, but apparently now Busch is looking to expand its cuisine:

"The plan is to have a number of new dining options on the first level of the ballpark..."
--an Asian action portables station offering hearty Chinese food (sorry, I LOVE me some Chinese food, but can't see myself eating some egg drop soup or shrimp fried rice in my seat at the ballpark - what a mess that would be if the Cards ended the game with a walk off homer...)
--old fashioned peanut roaster to toast fresh peanuts (now THAT is bitch.)

"The Family Pavilion will offer kids meals, featuring a hot dog, bag of chips, a cookie and choice of milk or juice..." (*because milk is SUCH a good choice in 102 degree weather for your 3 year old who spills EVERYTHING...*)

The BBQ site within the ballpark will still make pulled pork and brisket sandwiches, but will also offer baked beans, hot roasted corn, BBQ wings, homemade coleslaw (*again with the BAD CHOICE in 102 degree weather, people!!*), and potato salad.

"For the health conscious Cardinals fan, stadium concessions will also feature grilled chicken, veggie burgers and burritos, salads, a BLT wrap and patty melts on rye."
Stacey's bitch: I'm all for eating healthy. I TRY to, but usually end up failing miserably. And I certainly won't complain about / bitch to people who DO always make it a point to be health conscious. That being said, in certain instances (*like a BALLGAME*), you HAVE to allow yourself a little treat...such as aforementioned FAT hot dogs, salty peanuts, a Pepsi as big as your head, and Cracker Jacks that are harder than your teeth!!!

Speaking of pigging out, my favorite line of the story came at the end:
"Management did not forget about those fans with a sweet tooth. The Red Bird Club will feature a cupcake bar with eight flavors of made-in-house cupcakes."

Cupcakes and baseball in one place? I think I've died and gone to heaven...
Thank you Cardinals. Thank you.

Break out your dancin' shoes! (a late colorblog post!)

One guilty pleasure, total chick flick movie I have always adored is "Dirty Dancing". If I happen to catch it on TV, I'm stuck and unable to change the channel. As a kid, I would imagine I was Jennifer Grey, running down my parents' hallway, leaping slightly, and landing with my arms and legs outstretched, belly firmly planted over the arm of the couch. The couch was my Patrick Swayze, and I was NEVER scared to jump into its arms...so to speak.

Remember those snazzy SILVER shoes she wore in the movie?
They were similar to these:

(I couldn't find any close-ups of the actual shoes anywhere on the net, sadly.)

So in highschool I dated a St. Mary's boy - I know, shame on me for being a Cavalier and dating a Dragon, right? - and was really excited when he asked me to go to his Homecoming. I bought a sleeveless, red shift dress that was very simple, but had some sparkly rhinestone accents along the neck. I wanted some snazzy shoes to wear with it (black simply wouldn't do!), so I remember my mom taking me to a shoe store on Cherokee to look for some slick heels. (I have abnormally large feet, and at the time, Payless just did NOT have cute shoes for those of us with gun boats.) I found a pair of silver heels and fell in LOVE with them. They reminded me so much of the shoes Jennifer Grey wore in "Dirty Dancing" that I just HAD to have them. Mom wasn't too sold on them, but after much begging & pleading from me (not to mention about $60 out of her pocket!), the shoes were mine.

I wore them to several more dances and events, simply because they were so darn comfortable - and sassy. There's no T-Strap on mine, the back is open, and the heels are chunkier, but I still absolutely ADORE these shoes! I doubt I'll honestly ever get a chance to wear them again...but yet I keep them!! Good memories in those shoes...
(I really wanted to post a picture of them, but haven't had a chance to snap away. As soon as I get a chance to take a picture of the ratty old things and post it, I will do so. :-)

The truth will set you free...

I pride myself on being an honest person. I voice my opinions, and am okay disagreeing with people. I'll tell you what I think, and why, when I think it. Unless, of course, I think it could hurt someone, or do more harm than good. In those cases, I usually just keep my mouth shut.

I found myself in a situation the other day. I 'fessed up something to an old friend. I'd never had the intention of saying anything to him, but found myself backed into a corner. It was one of those "the past is the past" instances, where I had deemed it necessary to just keep my mouth shut, and keep it to myself. However, after a slew of emails, I finally responded with: *sigh* "Ok. Here's the deal..." and then braced myself for his reaction. Surprisingly enough, it wasn't what I expected. He was a little peeved at first, but then assured me he wasn't mad, just caught off guard.

And to be honest, I'm glad it came up. I was tired of holding it in, and I feel much better for finally releasing it. Obviously, nothing that friends confide in me leaves my mind and heart, but I'm realizing that for me personally, it is okay to 'fess up to some things. Some little "nuggets" of information need to just be squashed before I exhaust myself from carrying them around. It's not an easy process, and it makes me totally uncomfortable, to be quite honest, but sometimes I think that's ok. It's what makes me human.

So, in certain instances, I'm starting to find it okay to just unleash the "Ok. Here's the deal..." flood gates.

Brown

It's been a bit, I think, since my last post. Lately I seem to only be doing the color blogging. Which I don't mind; I'm really enjoying doing it, to be honest. But hopefully soon I'll have more to blog about than just colors. LOL

So, brown. That's about the color of EVERYTHING around St. Louis right now, with the wacky weather, melting snow, and dead foliage. I'm just so incredibly ready for spring. Ready for capris and zip up hoodie jackets...ready for starting to take evening walks again...ready for my poor little Cavalier to be CLEAN again. She's really suffered more than me during this weather. At least I get to shower daily. But poor little Blue has to wait until she herself is almost brown (or at least gray) from the salt debris on the roads and melting snow muck until she can get a shower.

Please. For Blue's sake. Let's keep our fingers crossed for this weekend so she, too, can get a shower.

Black...or White, perhaps, instead???

From Wikipedia:
"In color theory, two colors are called complementary if, when mixed in the proper proportion, they produce a neutral color (grey, white, or black)."
So, I assume it would be correct to assume (?) that black and white are, in fact, NOT opposites. But for the purpose of today's blog, let's pretend they are...
Oh, and never mind that I'm blogging about today's color "opposite"...or the fact that the color I'll ACTUALLY be blogging about comes up in another several posts. I'll come up with something interesting for black then. It's my blog, and I can do what I want. So Nah.

What fell from the sky and covered the ground yesterday was the "opposite" of black. It was white. And there was LOTS of it. (A foot, here in Creve Coeur, to be exact.) Katie and I stood outside in the freezing cold, downpour of heavy snow, for about 30 minutes, shoveling off our cars. My poor little Cavalier doesn't handle large amounts of snow very well, and she certainly didn't want to be budged from her cozy little nestling spot within the snowbank the plow created behind her. But, with much coaxing from me (along with shoveling, tire spinning, and LOTS of pushing from 3 men in the office building), she begrudgingly obeyed. (Going up the hill without the help of the 3 aforementioned men was, however, a different story. I almost had to get out and do the pushing by myself...) It didn't matter how much scooping and scraping of snow I had done, every 5 minutes another layer built up on my poor girl.

Rather than risk driving all the way home (and having a panic attack, I'm sure), I drove to St. John's Mercy Medical Center where my dad works. My coat, scarf, and gloves were soaked...not to mention my socks, shoes, pants, and feet...my hair looked like a wet dog, and I was a nervous wreck... all by the time I got there. I looked like hell. But dad was nice enough to let me leave my car in one of the garages and drive me home. We stayed at the hospital until about 3:30 so he could finish up some things, then we were off. Almost an hour and a half later, I was home safe.

This morning was no fun, however, when I picked my car up from the garage...and felt that the driver's seat was STILL damp. Good thing I thought to grab a couple of beach towels before leaving the apartment this morning. My driver's seat is now a proud supporter of both the St. Louis Cardinals AND the New York Yankees.

I always say it...this stuff sure is beautiful. Unless I have to drive in it!!!