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Contest Wrap-Up

Here’s a wrap-up of our fun Mileage contest.  I really don’t get out much and I bought my Lexus new in 2003. We took a picture of the mileage on Sept. 1st, the day the contest started and my mileage was 28,303. (since then I’ve driven 12 miles) There were 289 guesses, the highest was 687,524 miles and lowest was 10,000.  It looked like Sylvie was going to win with 28,538 (235 mile difference) but then Yelena came in right near the end with 28,501 (198 mile difference) and stole it! Their margin was only 37 miles!  Wow, that was exciting! I’m working on some ideas for the next game!

Our “Guess my Mileage” Winner!

Congratulations, Yelena Solo!

You won the $100 Visa gift card!

Your guess: 28,501

My mileage: 28,303

Click here for a photo of my odometer.

Thanks, everybody, for playing.

Stay tuned for more fun games!

p.s. We just heard from Yelena who says she is a social worker for the Dept. of Children and Families, State of Florida . She is Russian.  She said, “OMG, I hope it is not a joke…Thank you !!! Thank you!!! Thank you!!!!”  It’s not a joke, Yelena, your gift card is on the way!  Congrats again.

Just One Day To Go

Just one day to go to see who’s the winner

Somebody’s going out for a fancy dinner.

That person’s name is coming very soon

Tomorrow in fact, at 12 o’clock noon…

California time, you’ll have to wait ’til then.

Another contest? Yes! Let’s do this again!

Officer, it’s not my gun.

I was arrested at the Newark airport in 1984 for trying to board an airplane with a gun.  I was on the road doing standup and I believed as long as it wasn’t loaded, I could take my 38 Special on the plane.  That was not the case.  I was arrested and handcuffed and put in the back seat of a police car.  On the way to jail, I thought of all the things I could say to avoid having to include “convicted felon” on my resume.  Things like: “I’ve already been on nine flights with my gun – what’s the problem?” -or- “I’m from L.A. so I’m pretty sure your New Jersey laws wouldn’t apply to me.”  -or- “You can dust me for gun residue, I haven’t shot anybody.”  -or- “When I said I killed them in Cleveland, I meant my act.”  It never occurred to me to say, “Officer, it’s not my gun.  And this is not my suitcase.  And those things are what?  Are you serious? Bullets?  I thought they were gum!”  Com’on!!

*To Guess my Mileage, go to the Sept. 1st posting – Three More Days!

It’s hot hot hot!

It’s hot hot hot!  Only the butterflies were out today. Of course I had to take a picture of this one on a pentas in my back yard .  

The “Guess my Mileage” contest is still going strong. There are well over a hundred guesses but there’s still time to play – four more days.  (go to Sept. 1st posting)

Oh, there are some new additions to my “Guess the Product” game.  Plus, I found some boxes of old shows I did and I’ll be adding some more Jenny Jones Show video clips soon.

Win $100 – Guess my Mileage

I’m having a contest! Guess the mileage on my car, or come the closest, and you get $100 Visa gift card.  If you win $100, you could buy yourself a bone-in filet at Vibrato Jazz Club! 🙂             Here are the Rules:

1.   You guess the mileage.

2.   I send you the card.

Clues: *It’s a 2003 Lexus.    *I don’t get out much.    *It’s blue.

Send in your comment with your best guess – one guess per person. Good luck! ~winner will be posted Sept. 8th~

How much was the bone?

Denis and I went out the other night to an upscale supper club for dinner and to hear some live jazz music.  I knew it wouldn’t be cheap but neither am I, so we saw the menu and the entrees were in the 20 and 30 dollar range.  That seemed okay especially with live music.  Our charming waitress went through the specials and highly recommended the bone-in filet. She said if we like steak, we should definitely try it.  I like steak so I said okay, but I said it had to be well done for me.  If it’s pink, I wouldn’t eat it.  (don’t ask me how many chefs take umbrage with my steak orders!)  I digress because the doneness was not the biggest problem.  But it did arrive pink so I asked again for it well done.  She said they may have to take it off the bone to make that happen and I said, “That’s okay, I wasn’t going to eat the bone.”  So it finally came well done and it was okay, but not as lean as a filet should be.  But the music was good and I wasn’t going to complain.  Then the bill came.  FIFTY-FOUR DOLLARS! Just for my steak!  I put my glasses on.  Maybe Denis couldn’t see in the dark and  it was S4 for “Steak  – cooked Four times as long.” No, it was fifty-four dollars! How much was the steak and how much was the bone?  Now I had indigestion, not because of the food but because I felt conned.  In a place like Vibrato Grill & Jazz, you don’t ask how much something costs – how tacky is that?  I mean Jennifer Tilly was sitting behind us – this was no “eat it and beat it” joint.  Herb Alpert owns it for God’s sake.  If he was still alive, I would write to him.  Oh… I think he is alive.  But he wasn’t there. Maybe he can’t afford to eat there.

Things I could have done with that $54.00:

  • ~~ Buy four filet mignons at Whole Foods and cook them on the grill.
  • ~~ Fill up my car.
  • ~~ See four movies with popcorn (the big buckets).
  • ~~ Get two coffees at Starbucks.
  • ~~ Buy organic blueberries.
  • ~~ Get a Toblerone Bar from a hotel mini bar.
  • ~~ Buy five skirts at the drug store.

Lesson learned.