lindsey jayne

Saturday, November 15, 2008

the bag tag...

thank heavens for hobos...

...bags, that is.

a wallet, Costco receipt, orbit gum, Chapstick, lip gloss, some writing utensils, my broken keychain, and don't forget the Gold's pass. T-t-t-tag... you're it.

...what's in your hobo?

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

fourth and fourth...

I never do tags, but this one was tag-worthy.

Rules: post 4th photo from the 4th album and do your best to explain...

Well...

...one night, Keith and I decided we would cook dinner for my parents. We came up with the most delicious recipe for 5 Cheese Ziti Al Forno, and made the trek up to SLC to create this amazing meal. While I was busy cooking away, Keith went a little camera crazy, and as I was pulling a sassy pose, the camera took a little tilt south and here you go. The most provocative shot of my modeling career.

I tag all ya'll.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

midnight nuggs...

Have you ever noticed that making the midnight nugget run to Wendy's is always a gamble? A gamble on the crispiness and/or temperature of your nuggs and fries? I came to this realization tonight as I made my way out of the Wendy's drive-thru. Eager to satiate my craving, I reached my hand into that little white bag and fished around for that tiny yellow carton holding my much anticipated fries. As I clenched two of them between my fingers and whipped them into my mouth, I immediately spit them out simultaneously with an exasperated, "Eeeeewwwwwww!" Instead of those nice, crisp "fresh from greasy fryer" fries, I got the cold, soggy "fresh from the garbage" batch. So, I decided to cut my losses and searched next for that old high school favorite of mine... the chicken nuggets! As my fingers came upon the first nugget in the batch, it felt warm and crisp. This got me excited! Finally, the "Always Fresh" part of Wendy's that I was expecting. But with the same results, I pouted in submission a depressing and disappointed "Ooohhhhhhhh," as the nugg hit my lips no more crisp than its fry counterpart.

If it weren't for the ALWAYS faithful frosty, the night could easily have been a total waste. Thank you, Wendys, for reminding me why it's only on those cold, starving mid-nights that I consider gambling my hard-earned $3.59 on your $.99 Value Menu...