Last night, I had a very vivid dream that Mary Tyler Moore died.  And the only way I was able to get through it was knowing I could rely on Rhoda and her sense of humor.

Come to find out this morning, Valerie Harper has been diagnosed with terminal brain cancer and has less than 3 months to live.

As a child, I was older than my years in terms of music and television.  I only listened to the oldies station and I preferred Nick at Nite to Nickelodeon programming.  The MTM show was one of my absolutely favorites, and most of it was attributed to Rhoda’s character, the funny one.

Rhoda

I’m sad and a little bit freaked out this morning.

Holy moly I have not blogged in a long time.  Ridiculous.  Gonna get back into it with a recent life experience.

A couple of weeks ago, I accompanied my Mom to Las Vegas for a conference.  It was really cold.  And expensive.  But, we had a blast.

At the airport on the way home, I made a pit stop into the ladies room.  Out of habit, I set my phone on top of the toilet paper dispenser thing.  I don’t keep it in my pocket anymore for fear that it might suffer the same fate as my keys once did (got flushed to the point of no return).  On par with my short term memory, I do my business, flush and peace out of the stall, forgetting my phone.

I stop at the Coffee Bean to buy a drink, then slowly waltz back to where my Mom and I had set up camp.  It’s when I sit down that I realize I don’t have my phone.  Panic sets in.  (This is the second time I’ve done this in a month… thank goodness for the FInd My Friends app).  I race back to the restroom to discover that out of all 20 stalls, the one I was in is the only one currently occupied.

I decide to wait it out, thinking it shouldn’t be more than a minute or two.  At this point, the bathroom attendant, who is mentally challenged, comes by.  I decide to ask her if she’s found a phone in the last 10 minutes, but she has not.  I told her I am going to wait until the lady comes out of the stall I was in to see if it was there, because I’m pretty sure I left it in there.  She’s not quite as patient as me, and goes up to the stall and knocks, “IS THERE A PHONE IN THERE?” (I use all caps because her tone of voice was comparable to shouting).  There’s a grumble from within the stall, and the attendant and I both take that as a “no”.

I wait around another 3-4 minutes, because I want a look for myself.  The lady in the stall doesn’t leave, so I realize this is a different kind of pit stop than the quick one I made earlier.  I leave the restroom and go ask the nearest ticket counter if they’ve found a phone.  They have not.  I go back to the restroom.

By this point, the attendant has become grossly annoyed that the lady has not left the stall yet.  I’m a little more patient (we had like 3 hours to kill before our flight).  She starts talking to the lady in the stall, “HELLO, WHAT’S TAKING SO LONG IN THERE?  ARE YOU GOING POO POO?”.  I’m not even kidding when I say that’s what she said.  Then, in hopes that the lady might need a little motivation, the attendant starts giving her a countdown.  “COME ON!  3, 2, 1 FLUSH!”.  There’s no response and I am starting to have a stroke from witnessing this much awkwardness.  Obviously the lady is going number two, but how embarrassing to have someone cheering you on from outside the stall.  I don’t know about anyone else, but my system doesn’t do well under pressure.

After a another 5 minutes, the lady emerges.  Headphones in, my iPhone in hand.  I’m immediately relieved to see my phone and the fact that she had headphones in during that whole ordeal.

But then it sets in that my phone spent the last 10-15 minutes in that stall with that lady doing that kind of business.  I gave it a good wipe down, but I’m afraid things will never be the same.

Today is Rocky’s (designated) 5th birthday.  He was serenaded by his tia and tio this morning, got a new stuffed animal, a few treats and gets to spend the next week playing with his cousins in Spicewood. 

Happy birthday, Rockman!  You’re the bestest friend a gal could have…

Making videos is starting to rank up there with making mixed tapes in terms of the fun factor.  Another coworker and I created the below video for our team for the accounting department annual meeting last week.  It was a hit, the only problem was we didn’t leave enough time in between shots to account for laughter.  Oh well…

This is not my favorite month.  I even hate it so much that I purposely misspelled “you’re” above, the grammatical error that irks me the most (I think I broke up with a guy over this before, among other things, but he always got it wrong even after I corrected him on it many times… and yes, I do realize there’s a change I’ll always be single).  Anyways, this August has to go on record as one of the worst since 1977 (when Elvis died).  In summary, it’s been hot.  And it’s been raining cars and dogs, figuratively not literally, in the money expenditures department.

Last Sunday, the car wouldn’t start.  Assumed it was the battery, which is was, but also a broken thermostat and cracked rear shock.  The thermostat I can’t vouch for, but the battery and shock repair were obviously legit.  NTB told me about the shock back in February when I got my tires replaced, but I said no to them on repairing it in typical cheap Emily fashion.  It wasn’t an emergency fix, I’m not that negligent a car owner.

Today, Rocky went in for his bi-annual teeth cleaning.  Little guy needed 5 extractions on his front bottom teeth (I’ve never counted, but I can’t envision there being more than 6).  They charge like $30-45 PER extraction, so that adds up, especially on top of the blood panel, actual teeth cleaning, and antibiotics.  If they charge me for clipping his nails, which I requested they do while he’s knocked out because he hates it so much, then I’ll really lose my $hit.  The good news is he is fine and recovering, and after doing some research I learned that it is important to extract them if they’re loose. Otherwise it’s painful and they could get a bacterial infection.  I’m just nervous to pick him up and take a peek at his teeth.  If I had any money left, I’d go to the east side and get him fitted with a gold grill for the bottom front.  But, after all this, I am not broke, but on the verge of tears based on how much I’ve spent in the last not even 7 days, so we’ll have to put the grill on his list for Santa.        

My Mom reassured me that it always happens like this… every once in a while you get hit out of the blue with major expenses.  She also told me that I didn’t need to go crazy and sell my car and start subsiding on beans and rice.  But, I’m considering it.  The latter part of that statement.  I really love my car and want to hang onto it for a long time.  I just might want to consider getting a second job… like at Starbucks where I can at least get my coffee habit paid for.  Or if Walter White was real and lived in Austin, I might do a little freelance work for him.  Ha.            

Oh, and one last bit of crappy for August.  Time Warner finally cut off my free cable.  Bastards.  I thought I might be a glitch in the system or somehow my apartment complex provided free basic cable, but I guess I was wrong.  I went so far as to call them to report an outting but they said they didn’t see anything for my area.  They put me on hold to connect me to a techie who could help me pinpoint the problem, but after waiting about 15 mins I gave up.  I was slightly curious to see how far they would go before looking at my account and realizing I wasn’t paying for any TV.  I decided to take the advice of another cable-less friend and ordered an HD antenna that looks like the Star Trek enterprise.  It comes tomorrow and fingers are crossed I get all the channels, especially NBC, because that’s my jam.  In the meantime, I’ve started Mad Men from the beginning on Netflix and am doing just fine.  Take that, Time Warner.  And August. 

But, not too hard, August, because I don’t want any other bombs dropped on me in the next 10 days.  Which, I’m guessing I probably just jinxed myself with that statement.

Rolling into the office on a Friday morning tired as all get out is never any fun.  What’s worse is when you are talking about how tired you are with your 24 year old coworker and realize she’s tired because she was out partying until 2am, whereas you went to bed at 10 but couldn’t fall asleep until midnight because of the caffeine in some super dark chocolate ice cream you ate earlier.

30 is still the jam though.

Today is the 35th anniversary of Elvis’ death.  When I first realized it was 35 years, I said to myself, “gee that seems like such a long time” and then it dawned on me that I am 30, so the math makes sense.  And then I felt old.

Enough about me though, today’s post is about Elvis.  Priscilla and Lisa Marie were interviewed on the Today Show this morning and I will be honest… I got a little choked up over my toast while they were talking about the day he died. Lisa Marie always declines to talk about that day in interviews, so this was pretty rare.  They were both attending the candlelight vigil at Graceland and I swear, one of these days I’m going to make that pilgrimage.  I’m not sure I’m emotionally ready for that though.

Returning to my tradition of Top 10 Things Elvis (only on January 8th and August 16th), today I’m going my top 10 favorite early Elvis songs.  In January, I’ll do my top 10 late Elvis songs.  The dividing point between early and old is the ’68 Comeback Special.  Obviously.  In no particular order, here we go…

1. Don’t Be Cruel
2. Follow That Dream
3. Love Me
4. Pocketful of Rainbows
5. One Night
6. Don’t Leave Me Now
7. Baby, Let’s Play House
8. (Marie’s The Name Of) His Latest Flame
9. Now and Then (There’s A Fool Such As I)
10. Trying To Get To You

Normally, I’d show a video of “If I Can Dream”, “Always On My Mind” or “American Trilogy” to fit the emotions I’m feeling today.  But, I’m going to play a live version of one of the songs above that shows what an amazing performer he really was.  You can’t beat the all leather get-up and his smile at the 2:56 mark makes my heart melt.  I flipped through some of the comments below this video on YouTube and this was my favorite:

“Nobody will ever be this great.  Nobody.”

To leave you with a bit of humor, my Mom called as soon as the interview on the Today Show started and instead of answering with “Hi Mom”, I answered with, “Don’t worry, I’m watching”.  I called her back once the segment was over and we discussed the interview.  Her comment, which makes me laugh only because we’re such Graceland pros, was, “I think the Living Room looked really nice this morning, everything was clean and orderly, and it looked really bright in there”.

Days like today don’t come around that often.  Aside from listening to music, making mixed “tapes”, and going to concerts, shopping for records has to be one of my favorite hobbies.  The excitement of flipping through the bins of records, not knowing what you might find is a joy.  You can find almost any album new on vinyl these days, but I prefer to buy used.  Not only is it cheaper and smells like the public library, but finding them requires a bit of luck so they hold a sense of accomplishment.

Y’all know I love post-it notes.  I made this one last week of albums I’d like to find soon.  I did some ebay-ing, but the prices there are pretty high compared to what they are when you find them on a whim at Half Price Books or Waterloo Records. 

Being Friday, I decided to take an extended lunch break and waltz over to Waterloo Records to peruse their used records.  Aside from laying on the beach and drinking, this is my favorite way to pass the time.  I went straight to the back to flip through the bins of records organized by what day they came in this week.  I imagine there are people out there that stalk these record bins on a daily basis.  Things were definitely in my favor today, because within a couple of rows I had found 2 out of 3.

Pretty frickin’ awesome.  I think today’s find ranks second behind the day I found Pet Sounds and Abbey Road at a Half Price Books in Richardson (again on my lunch break… shhh).  It’s a rare feat to come away with what you went looking for.  And not only did I find those, but I walked out with a handful of others that rock my world.

Part of the weekend agenda is to find a new bookshelf/TV stand where I can house all these records.  I used to be able to keep them in two bins, but the number of them has grown and it looks like stack in the corner of my bedroom has thrown up all over itself.  Plus, I want them in my living room where I can listen more often.  It’s amazing how much more enjoyable cooking and napping on the couch are when a record is playing. 

The hunt is still out for the 3rd album on my list.  It might require me to anty up because I just don’t think I’m going to be THAT lucky.  It’s a little more obscure of an album.  Here’s to hoping!

As of this morning, I’ve reached my goal for the Avon Walk!  It’s not reflected on the site yet, but as soon as the checks I’m mailing today register, I’ll be above 100% of my goal, baby!  I’ve been blown away by the generosity of friends and family near and far during this fundraising effort.  And I’m truly thankful for the support, I had no idea I’d reach the goal so quickly.

Of course, since we are a team, we are fundraising together and can still use a few more donations, so don’t be shy!  Every little bit helps!

Everyone on the team has started walk training.  Last weekend was 10 miles on Saturday, 6 miles on Sunday.  It felt awesome to be out there knocking down some major miles.  I think I’ll for sure have a farmer’s tan perfected by the end of this.  To aid with training, I recently purchased a camelback and a new iPod nano.  Walking for hours is actually pretty fun when you’ve got the jams on.  I felt like Richard Simmon’s last weekend… sweatin’ to my oldies!  I’ll do a blog post soon about the tunes I’m listening to during these long walks, y’all know how I love to talk about music. 

That’s all I got for now.  Thanks to everyone for their support – you really have no idea how much it means!  Go Team Walkin’ For Our Assets!

Last Friday was a day of total geeking out for me. 

First, there was a sample sale at WFM, meaning you grab as many supplement samples as you want and you leave a donation for them.  I raped this sale.  I’ve now got a year supply of protein powder and some really expensive cocoa powder.  Antioxidants, y’all!

Second, there was a one-day only sale on salmon going on at the store.  I bought 4lbs of Alaska Troll Caught Salmon for 8.99 (before my discount). Ye-ah!

Third, the New Girl Summer Bus Tour came through town and I went.  Dragging my Mom of course.  If it wasn’t for her, I probably would have gone home empty-handed (aka with no shirt).  She won me a pair of glasses, as seen in the pic, but I was able to trade it out for a t-shirt later.  You know me and t-shirts.

This is not the first time in my life I wished I had some non-prescription glasses to wear.

My geeking out ended about noon and I was EXHAUSTED.  That’s what good geeking out does to you.  It also makes the workday fly by.  Holla!

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