Wicked Time

A year or two ago I had the opportunity to go see the hit musical "Wicked" with my coworker, Gail, up in Los Angeles. The traffic was terrible and we ended up getting there late and we missed the first bit of the show. (Tragic, I know.)

When we found out that "Wicked" was coming to San Diego, Gail organized the purchase of tickets for a sizable group of coworkers. For months now, I have stared at the marked calendar and the ticket sitting on my desk. Finally Wednesday night was the night!

I left work in plenty of time to go home, eat and change clothes. In fact, I had so much time that I watched some TV and messed around on the internet a bit. I had it in my head that the show started at 7:30 pm.

Around 6:38 pm I was changing my clothes and trying to figure out which shoes to wear. I decided to check my wallet for the ticket to make sure it was in there. Yep I had it. A nice shiny ticket...revealing that the show started at 7:00 pm!

I flew out the door around 6:43 pm and jumped in my car. I said a prayer and spent the rest of the trip to the theater yelling at traffic. (Nothing was said that I couldn't repeat in mixed company or in front of my Mother.) Traffic was barely inching. I kept looking at the clock...6:48...6:52...feeling as though there was no hope of making it on time. I thought about turning around to go home. And then suddenly it cleared up. I found myself rushing down the fast lane, actually going fast! 6:56 just exiting the freeway. 6:57 stopped at a red light waiting to get into the parking garage...then waited for the parking attendant to give me my parking receipt and then waited for the elevator. I scurried across the courtyard-ish area as the warning bell was ringing.

I don't know how He did it, but I think the Lord stopped time. Somehow I made it to the show with minutes to spare.

Tender mercies. I did see the opening of the show. That helps. The show makes a lot more sense to me now.

Commercials

Sometimes I think it would be awesome to sit around and make up commercials. There are so many lame ones out there that I think mine would fly pretty well.

I have to hand it to the Starburst folks. I do get a kick out of their commercials.

This first one is a couple of years old and kind of creepy, yet oh so amusing.



"Berries and Cream. Berries and Cream. I am a little lad that loves berries and cream."

The second is the scarecrow one new this summer...good stuff.

Contradictions

I was at the movies last week and I saw this commercial for Starburst candy. I laughed outloud.



For those unable to see it, it depicts a contradiction (a Scotch-Korean) eating another contradiction - a Starburst candy that is a solid, yet juicy like a liquid. (Funny stuff.)

Today at work I tried one of these, another contradiction of sorts. It is an organic lollipop (from Trader Joe's). Organic and lollipop shouldn't go together...or should they? I tried pomegranate flavor and it was quite delightful.



They come in an assorted container of Watermelon, Pomegranate, Orange, Lemon, and Raspberry and they are colored with natural vegetable colorants (like carrots, turmeric, etc). They're still made primarily of sugar, but they're organic and have no artificial flavors or colorants. They are fat-free and gluten-free and a mere 25 calories per pop.

Tasty and "won't kill you as fast as some stuff". Wow! Almost too good to be true!

Aunts and Debutants

I had the pleasure of babysitting my niece this weekend. I only had to call my mom once for advice. Yep. I am that good.

The kid came with a boat-load of supplies. I used most of them within the first hour.


When I was feeding Callie, I tried to give her a food mustache with some vegetable risotto. Don't worry. I washed most of it off.
Too bad she won't remember these good times like I will.

I Can't Help It...

Sometimes bathroom humor just cracks me up.

(Beanie reads "Moe's - Eat Here and Get Gas")