~Sylvia Plath
I love Pho (pronounced ‘fuh’). I crave Pho. I haven’t had any in a while because I have not known of any good places in the SL,UT to get it. So, the other day I asked around Twitter for some recommendations. My Twitter friends never fail me, I got several recommendations and a few dinner dates.
We settled on Pho Tay Ho. First of all, it’s located in a cute little old bungalow right on Main. It’s small, but we went on a Sat evening and had no problem getting a table. It is obviously run by Vietnamese, that know their Pho!! It smells so delicious, the second you walk in the door.
I had the Chin Nam Gau (well done brisket and flank) and Tra Da Chanh (Iced Lemon Tea). My friends had the Chanh Muoi (Salty Lemonade), which I will definitely get the next time. The Pho was served with the regular condiments of bean sprouts, fresh basil sprigs, lime wedges, hot peppers, Huy Fong Sriracha Hot Chile Sauce and what I think was hoisin sauce.
Everything was excellent!! I highly recommend this place to anyone!
Not that you asked, but I’m going to tell you any way why I was in such a shitty (read: cunty) mood the other day. My leg hurt. A lot. And do you want to know why? Of course you do. Because, I allowed someone to cut a big gash in it. On purpose.
First of all, a few years ago, I developed a cyst about half way up on the back of my right thigh. I decided it would be best to have it removed and tested to make sure it was not a sack of spider eggs incubating in my flesh. This is while I was still living in the GA, so I went to my favorite family practitioner. Mainly, because that is what my insurance would pay for and also because any reason I could go see the luscious Dr Berrago, was a good reason.
Side note: Dr Berrago was not just my favorite doctor because he was violently handsome, but because it was amusing to try to guess how many Xanax he must have taken that morning to make him as mellow as he was. I miss Dr Berrago and those bizarrely hypnotic visits with him. Also, I didn’t go to see him because I had some lusty doctor/patient fantasy scenario about him all worked out in my imagination. Pffft! Or did I? The tag line at the top of this blog is there for a reason people! You do the math. No really…you do the math, it gives me a headache.
Any how…the portion of my leg that was removed that time WAS a cyst after all. However, after a few years I began to realize that going to a family practitioner for such a procedure was probably not the best idea. The cyst returned and I ended up with a really gnarly scar.
This time, I chose to go to an actual surgeon. Ya know, some one who has lots of experience cutting people up and stitching them back together. The jury is still out on whether this will do the trick. According to the surgeon, I won’t know for sure until about six months post-op. Cysts can be tough little buggers to remove. If they accidentally leave even a smidgen of the cyst in the body, there’s a good chance it will come back.
Result: A 3″ horizontal cut across the back of my thigh. About a 1/4″ deep of flesh removed from said cut and 30 stitches. And it really fucking hurts! Do you know why? The skin on the back of your thigh stretches way more than you would think. Like every time you move. And when the skin stretches, it pulls on the stitches. And when you sit, you sit on the back of your thigh! There’s no way around it. Who knew?
A few years ago, one of my very good friends said the word “cunt” in a sentence. *gasp*! And she is a girl! And she said it in a normal conversation. Like it was just a…a…a…word! I’m not gonna lie, it was pretty shocking. The longer I was friends with her, the more I heard it. Not like all the time, but sprinkled in here and there. And it was always so damn appropriate!
I, like most of you, cringed at the sound of it. At first. Then I kind of got used to it. And maybe even began to like it. Okay, ‘like’ is a pretty strong description, but the word no longer bothers me. Why? Because it is just a word. Words can’t offend you. Only your own personal feelings about a word can offend you. So, if it’s offensive to you, it’s pretty much your own fault.
Every once in a while I have a bad day. Sometimes I’m feeling stabby. Sometimes I’m feeling cunty. Curiosity got me and I just had to look it up.
Fun Facts about the word Cunt:
- It refers to the female genitalia, specifically the vulva, and including the ‘Cleft of Venus’.
Um, how awesome is that we women have a body part called the “Cleft of Venus”! I did not know this! And once again…how awesome is that!
- It may originate from the London street known as Gropecunt Lane.
Do I even need to explain the awesomeness of this one?
-Scholar Germaine Greer has said that “it is one of the few remaining words in the English language with a genuine power to shock. And it has also been described as “the most heavily tabooed word of all English words.
Wow…shocking!
*Germaine Greer, published a magazine article entitled “Lady, Love Your Cunt”, and also discussed the origins, usage and power of the word in the BBC series Balderdash and Piffle. She suggested at the end of the piece that there was something precious about the word, in that it was now one of the few remaining words in English that still retained its power to shock.
- Feminists seek to reclaim cunt not only as acceptable, but as an honorific, in much the same way that queer has been reappropriated by LGBT people.
I’ve got to get these books: Cunt: A Declaration of Independence by Inga Muscio and “Reclaiming Cunt” by Eve Ensler from The Vagina Monologues.
- U.S. military personnel refer privately to a common uniform item, a flat, soft cover (hat) with a fold along the top resembling an invagination, as a cunt cap.
I can vogue for this one. I had to wear one in the Air Force. That’s how it was referred to. I still have mine. It’s real name is Garrison Cap.
And now you know!
You’re welcome!
Oh, for the love of God! I wrote this big, old long post about this wicked ass, fucked up dream I had the other night, plus a full analysis and then I lost the damn post!!! IT DID NOT SAVE, EVEN THOUGH IT SAID IT DID!!! I can’t possibly rewrite it all. First, because I wrote it really good the first time and will not be able to write it as good again. Second, because I have had a shitty day and rewriting it all will only make me that much more cunty! And honestly, who the hell wants that? You’re getting the very, very abbreviated version. So, I guess you win on this one.
Dream: Being held hostage. Can’t find gun, but can find the shells. Can’t dial phone for help. Etc., etc.
Analysis: I’m fucking stressed.
Why: You’ve read this blog, right?
Update: “Cunty” is my new favorite word. Refer to tomorrows post.
#61 – Get another 100 star tweet ——> Done!
One tweet with 116 stars – this was the first one I got a while ago.
Second one at 100 stars. – got this one today! 
Eleven at 50 stars and over.
5,185 stars total.
And what?!!
It’s the little things in life that make me happy. And it was totally fun to cross the first item off my list.
Or I just spoke too soon. Today was the first day of the new spring semester.
I’m fucked.
I doubt I will have time to write much, as I mentioned in my last post. Or if I do, I’m totally not doing my homework and will probably fail my classes. In which case I shall blame all of you.
In any case…see ya at spring break.
WTF? I was on a roll for a minute there, posting on a regular basis.
Then the new year rolls around and I don’t say shit.
I’m not sure why…just haven’t felt like writing much.
Or, haven’t had anything to say.
I’ll try to get my shit together soon.
Sleep is for losers. And people without insomnia. So, basically, everyone but me.
I’ve been laying in bed for like 3 effing hours trying to sleep. It’s not that I don’t want to sleep. I desperately want to sleep. I’ve been up since 6:30 am yesterday. My body is telling me it’s tired by forcing so many yawns that my jaw is all, ‘WTF, Girl?’ and is now doing this really annoying clicking thing every time I open my mouth.
My solution? Break out the laptop and blog about it, because hell, what do I have to lose? Sleep?
You only live once, right? So FuckIt!, here is a list of what I want to do sometime before I take the big dirt nap. This list is in no particular order and is not yet complete. It will be updated and/or changed whenever the hell I feel like it, so check back every so often… (You can always find the FuckIt! List by clicking the link at the top of the page)
1. Visit every continent, except for maybe Antarctica. (Done: North America, Asia)
2. Learn to speak, write and read Chinese (Working on it)
3. Visit all 50 states (34 and counting)
4. Be someone else’s everything
5. Get another tattoo (5 so far)
6. Go camping
7. Go hiking
8. Stay at a spa for an entire weekend
9. Buy something for my parents that they couldn’t afford on their own
10. Stay at a spa for an entire weekend Oops, on here twice.
11. Go shopping with my girls for their wedding dresses
12. Watch a sunrise and sunset on a beach with someone I love
13. See the Aurora Borealis
14. Get my writing published in a magazine or book
15. Go on a cruise
16. Finish my degree
17. Take Tal back to Okinawa and show her where she was born
18. Leave a ridiculously big tip for a breakfast waitress
19. Visit Angel Falls in Venezuela
20. Go white water rafting on the Colorado River
21. Spend one semester studying abroad
22. Buy and wear the perfect little black dress with some kick ass heels
23. Go diving at The Great Barrier Reef
24. Volunteer for 100 hours
25. Go back to NYC
26. Show up at the airport with my bag and passport- take the first available flight
27. Visit Angkor Wat
28. Lay in the grass with someone and just forget the world
29. Have someone take me on a road trip with no real destination
30. Visit the Taj Mahal
31. Go backpacking
32. Go deep sea fishing
33. Kiss in the rain
34. See the Sistine Chapel
35. See the pyramids in Egypt
36. Ride all the roller coaters at Cedar Point
37. Have a session with a fortune teller
38. Buy someone flowers for no reason
39. Crochet a scarf
40. Go horseback riding
41. Go snow skiing (it’s been a very long time!)
42. See a Cirque De Soleil performance
43. Learn to belly dance or strip tease
44. Own my own boat again
45. Go rock climbing
46. Go skinny dipping at Lake Powell
47. Live on a boat, at least part time
48. Finalize my divorce
49. Shoot a machine gun
50. Go on an ATV trip
51. Discover something new about the city I live in
52. Visit a winery/wine tasting
53. Stay up all night talking around a camp fire
54. Go to a Post Secret event
55. Visit Vietnam
56. Volunteer for an overseas organization, helping women and children
57. Go snowmobiling, again
58. Visit the Nederlands and see the cities my grandparents grew up in
59. Stroll the Tokyo Ginza at night
60. Have sex somewhere we could get caught
61. Get another 100 star tweet
62. Buy my girls something from Tiffany
63. Fight a panda bear and own its ass!
Oh thank God!!! This is the last installment of #best09. I took this challenge to see if I could stick to a writing schedule. For the most part, I did. It’s harder than you think and really hard for me to write when I really don’t feel like it and sometimes I don’t. But, damn it! I did it. Hopefully, I didn’t bore y’all.
Best wishes to everyone for the New Year!
The BEST TEA CUP EVAH!!
Not only does it have a lid, but it has a built in tea strainer! Love!
You can get one here.
The subject for yesterdays #best09 was “best stationary”. Really? Do people still use stationary? I suppose they do. I do not. My form of communication is electronic. Although, I have an unnatural obsession with notebooks and journals and sketch pads and any manner of writing instruments…just not stationary.
So, instead a picture of the dinner I made last night. Yummy!
