Separated At Birth?

Posted on October 5th, 2010 by Jean

Is it just me, or do you think Marco Canora, contestant/chef on The Next Iron Chef looks an awful lot like Porn Star, Ron Jeremy?
 

 
Look, even when they were younger, they were practically twins.
 

 
The first challenge on The Next Iron Chef was to name one item you’d love to have on a deserted island, and then cook it. Marco’s one item was pork. I think Jeremy would like pork on a deserted island too, come to think of it.
 
For a while now, I’ve been downloading pictures of people who, although unrelated, look alike. Here’s what I’ve come up with so far.
 
Mad Men star, Elizabeth Moss and RuPaul’s Drag Races drag queen, Tammie Brown.
 

 
Fox News correspondent, Carl Cameron and Cinematic Legend, Stan Laurel.
 

 
• Can you think of any others?
• Have I lost my marbles?
• What one edible item would you take to a desert island?

Inspired By Chelsea Handler

Posted on October 1st, 2010 by Jean

My Horizontal Life

My Horizontal Life

Over the past 24 hours I began and finished reading Chelsea Handler’s, “My Horizontal Life”. I couldn’t put it down nor look away as she described sexual escapades with suitors. By far, the funniest scenarios detailed love gone wrong.
 
Inspired by Chelsea, here are two of my worst (and PG-13 rated) dating memories.
 
One In The Bush
After an evening of dancing and drinking with my non-committal boyfriend, we returned to our cars parked behind my office. I pulled out of the parking lot and idled at the stop sign, waiting for *Rico to pull up behind me. What was taking him so long? Several minutes passed before he finally appeared. As I hopped out of my car, he rolled down his window, and I kissed him intently one last time for the evening. Rico could have used a Tic Tac, but other than that, nothing seemed amiss. In the morning, I entered my office followed by a co-worker who announced, “Hey, look! Somebody threw up in the bushes!”
 
Reel FX Grandpa

Grandpa Gets His Groove Back

Dirty Old Man
*Davey’s hobby was special effects makeup. With the help of a friend, he made a mold of his head, and sculpted saggy old man skin out of clay. I don’t know all the ins and outs, but the final product was a light-weight, foam “mask” he glued to his face. He donned a suit and hat, and we went to the local mall to see if he could pass as an old fart. He struck up several conversations, and no one was the wiser that he was a twenty-something geek. When we got back home, he was feeling amorous. That mask was no afrodisiac for me! The few times I forgot to keep my eyes tightly sealed, he yelled, “Don’t look at me!” I have a little more respect now for The Girls Next Door.
 
• Have you read any of Chelsea Handler’s books?
• If you had just hurled, would you decline a kiss?
• What is one of your worst dating memories?

 
* Names have been changed.

Hualapai Mountains

Posted on September 13th, 2010 by Jean

On Friday Tom and I attended the annual Margarita Festival. One of our clients told Tom that when she googled “Laughlin Margarita”, up popped my blog from last year. Thus, the blog for our business was born! I’ll be posting stories of local events at Around The River Blogs, and thank all of you who have already checked it out.
 
Saturday we drove an hour east to the Hualapai Mountains. Temperatures were much cooler; 78 degrees compared to the 100s we’re still feeling at home.
 
One of our friends owns a cabin in the woods, and loaned us the keys. It felt more like a home, with large screen TVs, plush over-sized couches, a fireplace and pellet-stove, 3 bedrooms, 2 baths, and a sauna. Roughing it? Not hardly!
 
We vowed to plan better and actually spend the night next time. I can picture us roasting marshmallows in the little fire pit out front.
 
After checking out the home, we hiked to the lodge about a mile up the road. We sat on the deck enjoying cold bottled water when a large, female elk caught Tom’s eye. She had just wandered into the parking lot, making herself at home next to a motorcycle. We heard her mew a few times, then just as quickly as she had arrived, she disappeared back into the forest.
 
On our hike back to the cabin, we stopped to sample some paddle cactus growing wild. Tom sliced it with his knife, and scooped out the contents. It has a watery consistency not unlike watermelon, but not sweet.
 

 
It was hard to say goodbye to our little mountain retreat. The girls were actually quite sad, so Tom pulled the car over on the way down the mountain and gathered some green acorns as souvenirs.
 
• How was your weekend?
• Do you ever get a surprise encounter with wildlife?
• Would you eat a paddle cactus?

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