That's Church

1. Now seriously, you guys. I am tired of getting these stupid sinus infection/head cold things that turn into NyQuil resistant, lung-cheese hacking respiratory infections that require doctor visits and antibiotics.

What are some of the ways you KNOW work at boosting an immune system, because next time one of these comes at me, I’d like to roundhouse kick it in the junk.

[awkward kung fu moves]

2.  Random.org chose comment #2 and #141 in the Pittsburgh Magazine Best Restaurants Party ticket giveaway. With all the great response, they agreed to give me two sets of tickets to give away and that’s why I had two numbers selected.

If you didn’t win, psst, here’s another local blog giving away a pair of tickets to the party as well. Go try your luck over there!

3.  Here’s a nice little slideshow of #LetangSexHair.

(h/t Amy)

4.  Speaking of the Pens, there’s still time and space for you to jump in on the Mario Mosaic, a permanent photo installation at the Consol Energy Center.

All proceeds support the Mario Lemieux Foundation and you know how I feel about that.

I wonder how impossible it would be for me to get my picture taken with all of my self-united husbands wearing Pens jerseys and holding me like this:

But I only have three imaginary self-united husbands. Apparently I need to find a Doug Mientkiewicz replacement.

5.  There is now officially a club for EVERYTHING.

A warm chorus of “Hi,” “Hello” and “How are you?” opened the recent meeting of the Liver and Onions Club.

I have taken one bite of liver and onions in my life and swore on my Trapper Keeper I would rather eat moldy soggy salmon loaf than to ever put nasty-ass slippery liver in my mouth again.

Hell, I’ll be president of the Moldy Soggy Salmon Loaf Club as long as it doesn’t interfere with my duties as recording secretary of the Zima Mourners of America Club.

6.  If you haven’t yet picked a side for Make Room for Crazy, I should tell you three things:

• It is nearing the end of May and the Buccos are only four games out of .500 ball.
• Burgh Baby has been acquiring some awesome prizes for whatever side wins. I’ll post an updated prize list soon.
• Every time a person chooses Burgh Baby’s side, a kitten is drop-kicked, and every time a person chooses my side, a pigeon is decapitated.  Choose wisely.

Pick a side before we take the buttons down in the coming weeks. It only costs five dollars and all the money is for kids!

7.  Three Craigslist What the Effies!

• Did Santa divorce Mrs. Claus?!
• Someone explain the first two pictures to me please? Srsly.
• “I can talk for hours, have a cell phone, Garmin GPS and a email adress.”

Stop trying to make me love you.

Sincerely,

Me.

Dear Oprah,

It is spelled with an H.

Sincerely,

Also me.

(h/t Mama Moose)

Not to turn my site into a showcase of Hot Burghers, but well, when hot pictures of hot Burghers land in your lap, you lick them.

I mean, you POST them.

First, I have to name her the next official Smokin’ Hot Burgher, not only because she’s super hot, but because having met her (she’s famous and she sat through me and Mike’s ENTIRE presentation at PodCamp. Love that girl!), she’s super nice and she still cares deeply for Pittsburgh. iJustine!

There are eight more super hot photos of her here. Again, I cannot reiterate enough that she is as equally smart as she is nice and smoking hot. Very rare combination in a human being.

Also, she loves cheeseburgers and that makes me hate her a little bit for that body.

If I want to eat a cheeseburger, I might as well just duct tape the thing to my thighs. Same difference.

Next up!

These are photos of my self-united husband (STEP OFF, BITCHES!) Daniel Sepulveda at an event for Best Buddies, a program that creates one on one friendships for students and adults with intellectual disabilities and their peers. The event was in support of a campaign called, “Spread the Word to End the Word.” The R word that is. I hate that word. So much.

Brace yourself for awesome:

Did I say step off yet? STEP OFF.

(h/t Norm and Jennifer)

Here is Lukey, some adorable lady I don’t know, and The Dread Lord Zober at the Pittsburgh Parks Conservancy’s Spring Hat Luncheon, via the Conservancy’s Flickr stream:

Super Duper Panama Jack-enhance zoom:

He looks so innocent, doesn’t he? So unassuming. So carefree.

Be not ye fooled. Underneath that jovial, merry, que sera sera, sunshine, and jazz hands exterior lies a heart of black ice.

Evil incarnate.

[shudder]

Don’t stare at his picture too long because his mouth will slowly gape open in an unnaturally monstrous way and screeching pigeons will fly out of it and eat your soul.

True story.

WINNERS! Pittsburgh Magazine was kind enough to give me TWO sets of tickets. Random.org chose #2 and #141 as the winners. They have been notified.

Hear ye, hear ye!

I have in my hands (virtual hands, that is) a pair of tickets (virtual tickets, that is) to the Pittsburgh Magazine Best Restaurants Party taking place next Monday.

Here are the details:

Monday, May 24, 2010
6-8:30 p.m.
David L. Lawrence Convention Center

Pre-Registration: $95 Feb. 1, 2010 through May 21, 2010 at 4 p.m.
Registration at the door: $110 (unless sold out)

For the past four years, the Best Restaurants Party has SOLD OUT!

Basically what happens is you go and EAT FOOD FROM 60 DIFFERENT RESTAURANTS!

And it’s an over 21 event and that means psst liquor!

Food! Drink! Fun! Me!

My husband and I will be there, too, stuffing our faces full of delicious local cuisine. Me probably more than him because he has a thing called willpower and I have a thing called Cookiemonsteritis, that is, if you cook it, I will eat it.

This giveaway is valued at at least $190.

To enter, simply leave a comment and so you have something to say, tell me the best thing you’ve ever eaten at a restaurant.

Mine, and I’ll purposefully not say a dish from my own restaurant, is easily strawberry crepes from Cafe Zola in Ann Arbor, Michigan.

One comment per valid email address. Leave a comment before 4:00 p.m. tomorrow, Wednesday, May 19 at which time I’ll use Random.org to select the winning comment number.

See you at the party! I’ll be the carb-comafied, slightly tipsy chick with exploding buttons being carried out by her long-suffering husband.