Single in SoCal

its been too long

2007-01-02T09:17:00.000-08:00

my mom tried to convince me to do away with public blogging. so i have been teatering back and forth on what i am going to do. bottom line is that i love looking back and seeing what i was doing and thinking this time last year. for example...james and i were sitting around pondering our crazy plans for new years when i asked what he did last year and then i wondered what i did. so i went back to look and sure enough...carry on my tradition of staying in...always and never been a fan of new years eve. so blogging will continue but maybe a new address.

christmas was filled with too much caloric intake in phoenix visiting my mom and stepdad. it was just james and i and the dogs this year. my sisters stayed at their homes as one couldn't get off work and the other is a devoted doctors wife. so there you have it. only child during christmas for the second year in a row. santa brought us a new macbook. its been fun learning a totally new machine. but also frustrating. i am working on getting our wedding website up and running before our save the dates go out.

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since my mom married mr.sir 4 years ago we have become a part of many traditions. most very quirky but having him in our family sure does just spice up the fun. one of the many traditions mr.sir has is the polar bear club. being a member of this cool club means you must dive/jump into the/a pool on new years day. clothes or no clothes, their pool or ours, you have to do it on new years day. my mind so conveniently let me forget all about it until 10pm last night when we got the call...are you in the club or not this year? so what does james insist we do? go jump in the freezing ass pool before the clock strikes midnight. mind you...i was in my bed...cuddled up with my dog...watching the nightly news. so i got up and changed out of my comfys and put on james big shorts and tshirt b/c i couldn't think of anything worse than putting on a bikini on my obese ass and jumping in below 0 waters. result=hell. now i am a part of the really cool polar bear club for the third year. and all i get for it is a horrible nights sleep in which i woke up multiple times tossing and turning and it is all to be blamed on the shocking ol cold waters.

puggle like it was paris'

2006-12-20T20:23:00.000-08:00

tonight i didn't have time to take romeo home before my hair apt. my sweet sweet hairdresser...if you know what i mean...said he could come inside and join us. i felt real special and so did romeo. i anticpated his anxiousness and i was so pleasantly surpirised by his perfect behavior. he literally sat in my lap....sort of like something tinkerbelle would do...and didn't make a peep. no jumping down. he laid down on my lap and got comfy and was so content. it was such a shock to me while every styist and customer ewwwwwed and ahhhhhhed after him and his underbite.

i must say it as quite nice to have my buddy on my lap b/c there is no place i would rather be but i felt so paris....especially as i sat in a salon and got my extensions redone. so paris. but so not. so puggle-ish-is-ness.

catch me while i am inspired

2006-12-14T15:47:00.000-08:00

so i leave work at 2:30. hair apt at 3. my hair is looking beautiful by 3:30. i am ahead of my time schedule. i go get the doggies. we have feile tonight. i have been uptight and worried all day about what on earth the two of them are going to do locked inside our apt til midnight. literally have anxiety about it. so i have calmed down.
the dogs are with me. they are humans. they are not dogs. not even an inkling of dog in their bones. i swear i can interpret these little hellions. they act like a bunch of heathens when they are together. like double trouble.
romeo sits in my lap in the car. when feile gets done sniffing out the entire back seat she might as well the trunk...she sticks her head up to say "hi." romeo snaps at her as if to say..."this is my mom. don't touch her. you play this game with your daddy so i am gonna play it with my mommy. step back bitch." so we cruisin down the street. feile gets bored snooping and tries to join us in the front where the air is blowing..."oh hell no bitch. this is my spot. step the fuck right on back." so we come inside. romeo could care less about his toys. he heads for his cave. his gfriend has something else in store...well remember that bed i tore to shreads in the backyard...well i am going to do that to every one of romeos toys. right here. right now.
i start to take out the trash. got to get some shit done while i have time. had no idea this kind of time was in store. she literally pushes the door open before i can get to it and is out like lightning. normally romeo would stay put in his cave. oh hell no. he would have none of that. he was not gonna let his gfriend go outside with out him. they chase eachother like crazy monsters. round and round. torpedo. we come inside. she is all about his bones. each new one she picks up he looks up..as if to say...is that my bully bone bitch. b/c if it is you gonna get your ass kicked. she apparently has not found that bully stick yet. shit will hit the fan when it does. god forbid her join him on the back of the couch. that is his spot dammit. instead she naws and naws on this nasty old bone til her teeth are bleeding. she doesn't get bones frequently. not even often. she is like a deprived child without sugar. she gets the opportunity and gets her high. i let her. romeo is so spoiled he could care less about his plethera of parafanalia. (sp?) he just sits there as to say...why on earth are you chewing on that nasty bone...i have had that hidden for months b/c it sucks.
i am off to rollerblade these little hellions. details on christmas party tomorrow!

2006-12-13T16:41:00.000-08:00

In the clouds...
as i was walking out of the house this a.m. with purse and dogs leash in hand...i notice i had no bra on. how could i forget my bra when my boobs have grown exponentially in the last month.
i go the bathroom at work and realize none else than my underwear is inside out. my head is up my ass as of recent and i would love someone to come pull it the fuck out.

i never knew...
how relaxing christmas gift wrapping could be. here i sit. all nice and sound. christmas music turned loud. my cranberry candle lit. my wine poured. all my fun paper, ribbons, tags and tape plentiful. i am content. for the first time in days. i have been so razzled and frazzled. and its not even for my own christmas giving. i am ala carte personal assistant. wait...did that make sense...the wine is flowing.

have yourself a merry little christmas...now...(or maybe it doesn't say now but it sounds like it)

Candy Cane Oreo's

2006-12-04T10:02:00.000-08:00

will be the death of me. promise...you can't eat just one!

Almost like it was yesterday

2006-12-01T13:09:00.000-08:00

The recent snow fall in Oklahoma has forced me to recall this memory almost like it was yesterday. Hearing one of my best friends explain how they are snowed in and the inches upon inches of snow surrounding their house...makes me think of the time it snowed there 3 years ago. I was living just miles away from where she lives now, in my ex fiance's home. We had just gotten this precious white lab and she was so intriqued by the snow. I remember feeling trapped. In more ways than just the snow made me feel...trapped in that relationship...under his spell. Although its a bad memory of the snow...i have many very wonderful childhood memories, high school memories...including ice wrecks into telephone poles and the like...sledding down hills bundled up in gloves and coats. There is a tinge of jealousy when i see photos of my hometown covered in snow. I love the beauty! Driving in it, i don't miss.

Today i am thankful for a few reasons in which i feel the need to recognize. #1 that i am my own person, under no ones wing. completely independent. #2 that i live in sunshine. i just walked outside to my car and was jolted by the sunshine while i attempt to pretend its winter with my wool sweater on. The morning chill makes me feel for a fleeting moment it is really winter and then i am reminded once again of the most amazing place to live...and that i am living in it! Pray i am not taken away from this gorgeous place too soon. The never ending battle to move back to Arkansas just seems to get worse. I may not win but i will win some more time here!

Cheers to the weekend!

Left the bling behind

2006-12-01T11:18:00.000-08:00

I have to get this off my chest. I knew the internet would listen and understand...

So this a.m. i am on my way to work and i look down and realize i forgot my engagement ring. I panic. I knew exactly where i left it, in the precious hand painted dish my mom gave me, in my bathroom, while cleaning the house last night. Just not having it, made me uptight, but mostly b/c i had a meeting this a.m., with my boss's personal banker. I just like people to know i am taken. Its a good feeling. And also, b/c this banker and i have had months and months of communication via email and he seems young. I want it known i am off the market. As i glance over at the stand still traffic going the other way i decide going back home to retrieve the bling was out of the question. So i venture on to work and try to forget that i left the gem at home.

While sitting at my desk, face to face with this young male...just as i thought, i am well aware he has no idea this guy has no clue i am engaged to be married...i come up with a little plan. Lets call it a trick. Ok...i am mean. And guys are scum and i want to just secretly prove to myself how they all think. Keep in mind...this guy doesn't have a wedding ring on his finger...or this would not work. So we carry on. I am friendly. Not flirting, we were both business professional as we should be. So the plan...i am going to nix my inquiry about setting up a wedding fund after all business is conducted and just let the guy believe...well...that i am single. See if he makes any come ons.

So the result was this...he said over and over..."i will call you. i will email you." Of course business related...but he might as well have thrown in a wink with how he came across. You know that kind of way? He was friendly. Just what i had suspected. So the true test is this...if he comes on to me in the following weeks. He has to test the waters. I understand their mind. I will keep you updated.

Is this so childish of me? Is this deceitful? I am doing something intentional. Just for fun. Just a test. I would never act on. I would never leave my ring at home on purpose but since i did...might as well have some fun with it. I mean...you know...Not fun for me...but fun to sit back and watch how guys work. Ok maybe i can learn a little more how guys think and operate. You never know when James might be in a situation similar sometime down the road!

:)

2006-11-29T20:14:00.000-08:00

I have an embarrassing confession to make. I used to think that when i saw people put this :) sign in emails or texts that they were actually inserting real smiley face icons and on my screens they show up as some funky colon thing. And one day last week...it occurred to me...kind of like when you look at those paintings and they have make out a face or horse or something when you look at it close but from afar it looks like some mumble jumble piece of art. I guess i looked at it the right way and it came to me and i seriously took a step back and just wanted to ask myself if i always act this blonde.

Not sure if i didn't get the memo on this symbol business with the keyboard but i feel left out. I think people actually do other things with it too...like..:-) or some shit. Whatever. Never see me use it.

Turkey Turnup

2006-11-27T10:18:00.000-08:00

I am so happy to be home. It was a long trip away from home but a good one at that. I haven't seen my buddy in almost 9 days now b/c my loving little sister took care of him. Tonight we will reunite with a much needed puppy run by his mother. I have loads upon loads of laundry to do and our place is a disaster. I swore last night as i rolled into my bed, without my fiance, that this sort of travel is only reserved for once a year. Ha at that comment. Did i mention my nana is dying....

My fathers mother is not doing well. At all. She has now had another stroke and is hospital bed ridden without a voice. The doctors say she is not improving and they don't think she will be with us long. I started to cry yesterday as my dad muttered the words to me on the phone. Thank god i went to see her when i did, back in September. She has no will to live. She has lived her life. She is ready to go. I really believe that. I am ok with it. Its hard but its the facts of life. Therefore, a trip back to the midwest doesn't seem so far away afterall.

Thanksgiving was spent in Little Rock, Arkansas. We had a very tough time deciding upon what we would do with this holiday. It was set many months back we would be at my moms in Arizona. Things changed and compromises were made. His dad bought our tickets so i couldn't complain...well until i was stuck with a rag head on one side and a fat women on the other for a 5 hour flight in which no naps were taken and the awful stinch was making me nauseous. That is when i began my cussing in my head! Anyway, the trip was really actually great. I think i gave my liver a bit of a rest from wine. We spent much time with his maternal and paternal sides. Ate lots of crap and bonded with his mother and sisters. It really was a great trip but it was hard for me to get used to spending a holiday away from my family. My sisters and aunts and grandmother and everyone flew to my moms in phoenix where the weather is picture perfect around this time. At least Romeo stepped in as me for those family memories. I missed them alot but i look forward to our christmas vacation in Santa Fe this year!

For now...

2006-11-22T11:17:00.000-08:00

I promised myself i would take a few minutes to write before i left for thanksgiving. I am not looking forward to: lines, waiting, airports, middle seats, annoying talkers, and basically the entire day of traveling in general ahead of me. That is why i brought a vicodin along for the ride. I am looking forward to going to Arkansas and staying with James family b/c i love each and every one of them. Getting my hair done for free, LSU vs. UA game, turkey and pies and food are a few positives. I am really sad i can't be with my family in Arizona over this holiday but i had to compromise.

My little sister so willingly took Romeo, our son, Sunday...for the entire week and they are now in Phoenix. My mom said when they arrived he went and jumped right up in bed with my mom and mr.sirs. He loves them. We miss him like two pathetic parents that have nothing else to fill up our lives. We waved to him from the curb and were both yelling, "we love you buddy!" Sure the neighbors were pleasantly amused.

I am now on my 15th day of my period. These damn birth control really have messed me up. I vowed to give it a shot and this is part of it. A shot in my stomach with cramps is more like it! Its hell really.

Wedding plans are coming along. I am ready to get the ball rolling. We have interviewed one photographer and we both really loved his personality and his work. Only thing, he is astronomically expensive. Picking a florist is next. I still have no vision for the invites...

I promise to blog once a day next week.

this and that

2006-11-09T18:43:00.000-08:00

not much to report on this end. only negative...so just click the x unless you just want to be put in a bad mood.

i currently have a shitty attitude right now and i have nothing positive to say...would rather vent...b/c:
-it took me 1 whole hour to get home from work tonight. do you think its odd that if i leave work at 10 til 5, which is technically "early", i will be home in roughly 20 minutes. if i leave at straight up 5 or after, takes me an entire hour to get home. currently...this is major in my life!
-i feel shitty that i haven't worked out but one day this week.
-i started my period which has put a kink in my week. i have had severe cramps to the point of hunched over crying down tears. therefore, felt no energy to workout.
-i have not accomplished much this week as far as james gift and wedding plans go.
-i got home tonight to NO wine.
on a positive note:
-tomorrow is friday which equals chill! we got invited to the usc football game saturday which i am not sure how i feel about since neither of us are fans.
-the OC is on tonight.
and that pretty much rounds up the week!

Check it off the list

2006-11-05T17:02:00.000-08:00

We found our wedding location today. Our goal this weekend, while my mom and little sister were here, to book the venue. We spent Saturday in Laguna looking. The place James and i had fallen in love with the weekend before...didn't pan out to be anyone elses favorite as well as ours after we saw a wedding taking place there. I was crossing my fingers, hoping today would be more of a successful day and it was.

The minute we walked up the boardwalk to this old historic hotel...everyones eyes grew wide and we continued to take it all in. Especially the price! So we have a few dates to pick from and that is where i would like to vent.

I want a wedding date that is easy to remember. Maybe near a holiday when everyone can make a vacation out of it...here by the beach. I want it to be beautiful weather, which it always is here, but i am steering away from june gloom. And veering towards July. I don't want to wait too long which would be the case if we were to wait til all the summer tourists were gone...i don't want to deal with traffic on the peninsula. But then again if we all stay there and have everything there...no reason to drive our car anywhere. I just don't know how to determine which date is better? Its a toss. So an idea popped into my head as i was taking my mom to the airport just now. I should call the photographer of my choice and see which date he has available. And then that might be the answer? Right? Ok...we are on the right track. Moving forward.

It makes me feel so good that my mom and sister have so much interest in this planning process and everything it entails. The wedding coordinator today didn't even know which was the bride to be b/c my sister was talking and asking so many questions today. I kind of sat back and let them work it. Perfect...just what i had in mind.

2006-11-03T17:31:00.000-08:00

does anyone else keep a tally in their mind of who remembers and who forgets their birthday. i have done this. for years. its not like when i was young my mother and father forgot my bday. i have no idea what sparked it but i am hyper sensitive to it. This year the list in my head as follows:
remembered:
mom, dad, both sisters, bro-in-law, stepdad, aunt, big, 2 best friends, james mom, sisters, dad, grandmother...all of which called me at work! also, an old old friend from junior high...which is always nice to get a surprise wish! oh and of course...my fiance!

didn't remember:
my ex bfriend/best guy friend from childhood, my grammy, lindsay!!!! maggie!!! blair!!! wtf? joe!!! my boss...which is the most disapointing none the less.

I am not saying that i don't ever forget....i do. but i am really good about it.
ok bye

This is what i woke up to

2006-11-03T10:13:00.000-08:00

I almost forgot to show you what i woke up to this a.m. This is classic...

He thought the race car card was too funny since he loved that movie Taledega Nights and he a jokster like that. And the ladybug cake? I think he found it quite fun to add those little pebble letters to spell out happy birthday amy!

28 years

2006-11-03T10:03:00.000-08:00

These are my big bday gifts and of course the rock on my finger. My best friend got me the ipod and my mom got me the cybershot camera. Love them all!

This bday i have a new perspective. Yes, i am getting old...but this year i would like to view it as surviving another year. Sometimes i think i take life in general for granted. You hear everyday the horror stories of death. Loving husband of 5 falls to his death of a heart attack caused by mold. 21 year old college student hit by a drunk driver. Freak car accidents, fires, and cancers. You just never know anymore. Life is precious and i am lucky. Lucky that my family and i have health and happiness.

This year brought me great things, love being the greatest. Who knows what this next year will bring me but i am living in the moment. Cheers and birthday wishes to me today...

Cooler

2006-10-31T18:20:00.000-08:00

The weather has finally changed. Its the last day in October, which i guess makes it halloween, and i finally am feeling like its not necessary to leave every window open in the house and our fans don't need to be on at night. This season, as i have said before, i surprisingly have anticipated. I normally dispise cold weather...but where we live doesn't get cold...but its cold to us gosh darnit. I can finally wear my sweaters again and what i am really really pumped about...is the comfy sweats i pulled out of the top of the winter/fall closet as well as my ever so dorky college days party sweatshirts. I almost feel like my fluffy house slippers are a necessity at the moment.

On another note...today was good and bad. I woke up and worked out. Which is a huuuuuuuuuuuuge deal. And those who know me shut up...it is hard for me to wake up and workout...although i used to be known for it. Granted...it wasn't that great of a workout for my fat ass but at least i got one in. I had another 2 hours after the workout ended to do things around the place since i had my root canal scheduled for 9 (thats the bad part). Those 2 hours i managed to get some laundry in, bugged the shit out of JL to please unload the dishes...b/c thats his job gosh darnit...i cleaned out my car...walked romeo...took out the trash and oh for the big one...come on...drum roll please...i bought flowers for our neighbor who just had surgery on her shoulder and arranged them in a nice pretty vase. Ya, i am nice. But JL brought them to her so she probably thought that he did all the work since he is the neighborhood favorite. Seriously, the neighbors told me they sit around and talk about how great my boyfriend, i mean fiance, is and how lucky i am. Um...hello? What about how lucky he is dammit? Ok, so whatever. He is great. Even to the neighbors. I think he has that southern hospitality. And ya, we all like it. No complaining over here. Although, my mood right now seems all chipper and cheery. I am not. Not sure...but i am just grouchy and being rude and thinking mean thoughts and having road rage and all of the above...but i am currently debating on popping that vicodin i got for my root canal today. I don't think vicodin and my nightly glass of chardi mix? Right? Or am i wrong. Hum....decisions, decisions. Maybe take out that JL is bringing home will cheer my unhappy, ungreatful bratty ass up....

time to change

2006-10-30T15:22:00.000-08:00

i realize its time to change this title. it has been for a long, long time. problem is...my html illiterate ass has no clue how to go about that. anyone care to share?

blogger ban

2006-10-30T15:00:00.000-08:00

last week i wrote a really long blog and the damn thing refused to publish. i then tried to upload our action shots of the proposal and the damn blog wouldn't let me. stupid damn blogger. i had so much to write last week and i was mad at it and deemed it banned for a week. so my week is up and i guess i owe an entry...

the wedding planning has begun. welcome to blogger bridezilla! we viewed a few wedding locations this weekend. i don't want to get overwhelmed or stressed, i just want to have fun with it. and we so far are doing just that. although, i have a couple bitches. i want a small wedding. we each wrote out our guest list and had shortened it to 75 each. 150 total invites. and that doesn't include my moms list, his moms, or my stepmoms. but it does our immediate family. it seems unfair of me to tell them you can't invite a single soul. but then again it seems unfair for us to cut our guest list down just to accomodate aunt iris that i haven't seen in 15 years. i will repeat this again...i want this wedding small. and small it will be. i don't care what it takes. if i have to just do away with friends parents and co-workers...that is what i will do. i refuse to make this some huge production and stress everyone out in the meantime. we found a perfect spot yesterday. both of us fell in love with it. wedding on the beach, everyone stay at that resort. make it simple and classy and beautiful. i don't want to scrimp on anything important to me which it seems to all be important to me...the flowers, the cake, and the photographer! good thing is james totally gets it and agrees with everything i do. i will sure to keep you udpated on the wedding plans~

i visited the ever so horrid dentist last monday. found out instead of getting 5 cavities filled that one of those was going to be a crown. joy. that just means another 600$. pain began in that tooth on friday and has increasingly gotten worse. to the point of waking up in the night and living on advil. i went in this a.m. to see what was going on. well...more good news! i now need a root canal. i swear my dental work never ends. never! to make matters worse...this root canal is an emergency. if we don't do it soon, it will absess and fall out. i have an apt. in the a.m. which also happens to fall on the day that my boss returns from his 3 week vacation and will need me the most! sweet.

maggie moved out. to a house with some young college girls. she is coming over tonight to cook dinner with me and we are all very excited to have her around again.

my birthday is this week. i can't believe it has crept up on me this year. i guess they just continue to get less and less fun. my mom will be here on friday til sunday and both my friends are coming from SD. good times...good times.

Engaged!

2006-10-24T11:07:00.000-07:00

I have been meaning to update my blog with the most exciting new news in my life! James proposed to me this past weekend in Stillwater at the Oklahoma State homecoming football game in my grandfathers suite, in front of both of our families and good friends...on the jumbo-tron.

Let me first start out by explaining the fact that i was absolutely and utterly surprised to no end. I was shocked beyond comprehensable belief. When i retell the story it makes me remember the feeling i had inside me when that "Amy will you marry me?" I love you, James appeared on that screen. I think the first thing that i thought of was how on earth did he pull this off? And how on earth was this kept a secret. Everyone knew...for months...except my best friend(s) and sister(s). I use (s) b/c my best friend from college and my older sister were with us and neither of them had an ickling of a clue that this was going to occur. Nada, zilch, not a word! Which to me...makes it even that much cooler...b/c if they would have known...i would have sensed something odd...and i would have just been able to figure it out. That is the way i am. So he knows me well enough to know the importance of keeping it from the ones closest to me. Even the ones not there that day...had no idea.

So here the story goes...
Let me back up a step. James and i had organized a weekend in Oklahoma. His parents would drive in from Arkansas...all 8 of them...my mom, stepdad, big sister would fly in. My best friend from college, Allison and her husband would be joining us. We mananged to organize it so that every single person had a ticket. Mostly in the suite. Behind my back, James bought my dad and stepmom tickets in the stadium so they could be a part of it as well. So being that both our families were there still gave me no hint. I just figured since we were one state away from his family they should come join us as well. I hadn't been back to my alma mater since graduating so this was a special trip. A place i hold very very close to my heart. All the planning on my part to get this whole weekend organized was rough but somehow it seemed to just all work out. At first it was a controversey with where his family would stay the night. Stillwater sells out months and years in advance. No hotel vacancy for miles. They ended up reserving a few rooms an hour away. This would then cause more driving and less time spent. The week before we left my mom called to say that my grandfathers lodge was able to hold 10 more people. It all fell into place. We stayed in a huge, gigantic lodge on a beautiful golf course as a huge extended family. The transportation and the coordinating with friends to fit everything in all worked out as well. I remember that day thinking to myself...i can't believe we have made this trip happen with minimum obstacles. We even were able to meet up with my friend from college in Tulsa that morning before we left, so she could finally meet James...and we also got to sit outside which therefore allowed her precious pug, Pudge, to join us. It just worked. From the moment we landed.

So here goes the story...we spend the day in Stillwater...enjoying being with both our families...i showed them around the college town and took a walk down memory lane. As we were able to get the very first row parking, we showed our parents off to the game early so we could go mingle with friends, bars, and tailgaters. We even ran into my ex and his wife where introductions were many and akwardness was in the air. I managed to chug 2 whole beers before we went inside. I was not looking forward to this dry game. My sister and i went to the bathroom before we entered the suite. Game begins and everyone is happy, cheering, snacking and to my eyes all was just how i envisioned this day. Middle of the 1st quarter i look at my sister to go the bathroom with me...again. So i had just chugged two beers...what do you expect. When i recall back on it...i do remember James looking at me and saying..."you just went to the bathroom...do you really need to go again?" So we are in the bathroom and my mom runs in and says to us..."hurry, your gfather is getting ready to get an award...i want you to be there!" You have to understand this was a very common occurance so very much believable. We walk in and take our seats. James and i were sitting in the front row, our family and friends next to us, behind us, and around us. The window raises in front of us and i gasp as the cold ass winter air comes rushing towards my face. I remember thinking it was odd no one else seemed to mind. Then my mom steers my attention toward the screen...time for chickasaw word scramble. Whatever that is...apparently it is part of every game. So it comes up and falls on the screen saying Will you marry me? I remember saying out loud...awww someone is getting engaged.
And it was literally 5 seconds later my name falls on top of those words. I gasp and let out a "holy shit," yes my reaction is filmed as me saying those words! I literally am speechless. He gets on one knee and tells me he loves me and wants me to be his wife. I think he said something else but i don't remember. I just sat there and starred at him and then gave him a huge hug and tears came streaming down my face. He puts this gorgeous diamond ring on my finger that i knew nothing about. The announcer says..."so what did she say?" And it occured to me i hadn't even said yes! So i said yes and we both waved out the window! This was all followed by hugs and congrats and more hugs and cards and pictures. Much to my dismay...this was all filmed and luckily a professional photographer was snapping pics during the entire thing.

I was so in shock for about an hour or two. We went down to the stands to see my dad and stepmom. Freezing our asses off all with such elated energy. This is my engagement story and i know deep down in my heart that this is the most perfect and wonderful person i could ever imagine myself to be with. I feel lucky and blessed and excited!

I just want to enjoy this time being engaged. I don't even want to begin to plan this big extravaganza. The stress involved is sure to put a kink in my moods and my current state of happiness. So for now...don't ask me when the fuck the wedding is going to be b/c guess what...i don't know...and frankly...i am sort of not looking forward to all the planning envolved.

You are sure to be hearing me bitch, moan and cry about the upcoming events in our life!

Just a few bitches

2006-10-19T19:17:00.000-07:00

We live really good together. We really really do. But...yes...there is a but...i get extremely annoyed when i walk in after a long days work...and what do i walk into? Dishes and messy desk and unmade bed and clothes on the floor. I am not a perfectionist but i do like some things picked up. My tolerance level is getting low and sooner than later i am going to blow a fuse. You see...he goes to work at 1o a.m. on Tuesday and Thursday and i leave at the normal 7:30. Therefore...i have no control over the towels thrown on the floor...the dishes laying all around...the cereal bowl and coffee mug laying on the desk and then there is paper and mail and more paper...and ya...it doesn't help that Maggie makes a third body in here. She is very considerate and clean but its stuff and its space...and there is too much of one and not enough of another. So when i get home an hour earlier than him at night...guess what i spend that hour doing? Cleaning up, picking up, laundry, dishes and then when he walks in its all magically back together. "Hummmm...it smells good in here and oh baby thanks for washing my socks...and oh...you did the dishes even though thats my job." All i have to say to that is "ughghghhhhhhhh!"

We are off to Oklahoma this weekend. I am really excited and looking forward to it even though i was forced to cut it short and that cutting it short means that i must see every single person i am close to in a 48-70 hour time period. Time to get creative. And then...being that its homecoming...means that many more friends in town...currently we have 6 drink dates/tail gates to attend to. Meanwhile, James entire family of 9 will be in town to see us. And...my family. So just to complicate matters...i must find time for James family to meet my dads family without my moms family. And...yes...i am the coordinator of all of it. I am nervous and anxious and well...yes...excited but its gonna be a whirlwind of a trip and i am pretty sure i will get little sleep and be real rested for a Monday at work!

cell cig comparison

2006-10-19T10:16:00.000-07:00

I have a phobia. I have mentioned before how much i despise my cell phone... and yes at the same time...i want a new one...mostly b/c i need a new one. The face is cracked and therefore unable to see who is calling me. But, at the same time...hell...if i never answer anyway...why do i care who is calling? Ya, i know. I might just stick with the broken one. B/c in all reality...it doesn't really matter to me.

I found an interesting article this a.m. Comparing societys new found addiction with cell phones to cigarettes? Are you kidding me right now? This is outrageous. I realize a mere child is now becoming the owner of a cellular telephone, of course, for safety reasons...paaaahlease. But to compare a cigarette and a cell phone? Lets just say that in this day in age...people have the ability to reach out, to communicate, due to technological advances...i hardly think its an addicton...i attest to that. Obviously this author has never been a nicotine abuser!

Fall & Fight

2006-10-13T16:19:00.000-07:00

Fall has arrived in SoCal...the air is crisp at night and i love to be able to reach for that zip up when out for our nightly walk. I no longer have the fan on at night. We get to cozy up on the couch with blankets and i love that feeling. Every year i never look forward to season changings. Maybe that is why living in the oc is such a perfect place for me. Yes, i do love to see the leaves change colors and fall. My mom used to always say when the leaves start to fall she knows my birthday is near. The weather that comes with that change isn't always pleasant and that is one of the many reasons i am greatful to live where i do. So for all those people that i always hear say they prefer to live where they feel each season...i am here to tell you i am not one of those. Although, this year i have actually looked forward to fall. Not b/c it was incredibly hot this summer here but for all the things fall brings...football, thanksgiving, family, my birthday and the coming of the end of the year. I am welcoming this new season with open arms and nothing says "hell ya, fall has arrived" like a pumpkin scone and pumpkin spice latte from starbucks. What a way to start your friday. That ritual brings me back to the days i was traveling here, living here most the time, in a hotel. All alone. I prefered my morning bfasts at starbucks rather than holiday inn. Fall is falling and i can finally say i am happy to embrace it.

Last night James and i got in a fight. A bad fight. This is our second fight ever and it didn't top the first but by golly he sure did leave the apartment it got so heated. I won't go into it...its mostly the dumbest reason ever but more than that i hate to loose...and i don't want to admit i lost. I gave in. But, it wasn't until this a.m. at 4 when i found him curled up on the couch that i came to my senses and said this isn't worth it. Our relationship is too precious and special and he is more than amazing. I will give this up for him. So cheers to him...

I am off to SD to visit the best friend for some way overdue girl time. Yoga, shopping, eating and drinking is in store. I am just sooooo not looking forward to this hellish drive at 5pm on a friday afternoon.

Cruising down the street

2006-10-06T10:17:00.000-07:00

I have always hated the radio...mostly b/c of commercials. So when satellite radio made its debut, i went out and bought myself one of these little suckers right away. It was just what i had in mind...something that i could listen to anything and everything, commercial free, and its mobile so i could take it to the gym. I dropped it on its face a couple times, probably b/c it weights as much as a brick, and so the screen was completely black but i could still use it...remembered my channels. This thing was perfect for me since i can't imagine joining the rest of the mass population who have an ipod and i can't fathom downloading and messes with all that bs that you have to do with the ipod.

I am not quite sure what exactly happened with xm satellite but it began to have commercials and not just a million commercials but a million commercials of the same damn advertisement....the ad i have permanently stuck in my mind, for the rest of my life...oreck vacuum. Don't get me started. So i banned my delphi xm. It now sits lonely on my dash, broken and cracked....probably never to be used again. I need to cancel the service but i am just lazy i guess. So story goes as this...

No xm, no ipod...you sadly resort to the radio. In the morning i have adopted a routine of listening to Ryan Seacrest on kiis fm. And i don't even like this guy. He is annoying and abnoxious and sort of dorky although strange thing is...i really enjoying listening to him in the morning. He is entertaining and that is all i can figure out. They talk to celebrities and have "60 minutes of sleeze" and go on and on about dumb pointless crap in the world of hollywood and somehow my liking has gotten to the point of not wanting to exit my vehicle when i pull into work b/c i can't wait to listen to what is coming up...which is after the commercials. I even listen to the commercials so i won't miss whats coming up.

I must admit, right here and now....i am disappointed with myself.

Been a while

2006-10-05T10:43:00.000-07:00

I realize i haven't written in a while. I think it is many things, but mostly its b/c my work load at the office has quadrupled. I am absolutely mush brain by the end of the day. So much of me is pulled in so many directions. By the days end, i am dreading the gym, dinner is an issue, romeo needs to be walked, boyfriend attended to, laundry, etc. etc. and so when do i get to relax? Yesterday, i went and went and went, luckily got my workout in at lunch. Once i lunged through the door at nearly 7pm my eyes and feet needed the couch. But my stomach screamed sushi. So sushi it was. By the time we got home it was 8. Romeo needed a walk and finally i got to lie down on the couch. Most days i just wonder how on earth women that have children and work full time do it? They must have maids.

So my mom is coming this weekend, "Mel", as we are very excited, including Romeo...it stresses me out. Somehow i must find time to wash the sheets in the guest room, scrub the bathroom, including tub and toilet (ewwww), vacuum, do a load of towels, vacuum-oh already said that, hang up our clothes, put away shoes, tidy up the dining room, ohhh and shit then their is the kitchen AND i have to dust. Oh and i one thing is priority...spray the damn porch off or she will go nutty on me. So when? Oh when is all this going to be done? I put James to the task of dusting and apparently somehow it got done after i went to bed last night. So mark that off the list. I am thinking of going home at lunch, skip the workout, and start these tasks...then its the hair apt. tonight that messes it all up. I pick her up after work tomorrow night. Can't wait. Nails Saturday, South Coast, Fashion Island and by the end of the day a nice walk on the beach with puggle might be in store. Sometimes it seems like its so much work to have guests and once the weekend comes you are so ready to relax from all the work you have put in to getting ready for them.

In other news...i went to the dentist this a.m. It wasn't as horrifying as usual. Of course its the inevitable bad news...5 cavities. But, yes, there is a but....i think they found these last time i just never got them filled. Good news is that she could definitely tell i had been flossing and my implant tooth gum area was not infected like it is every other visit. So i must give myself credit where credit is due. I am getting the cavities filled next week. I am vowing to not cancel this apt.

Other news...i just so happened to leave out...my upcoming trip to Oklahoma has been changed quite a bit. Almost had to cancel due to work issues. Not discussing. So this means i am going to have to visit every single person in basically 24 hours. This includes James family of 7 along with my dad, stepmom, aunt, nana that is in a nursing home. Allison and David, Isabella. Missy. Hum. How is this going to work out? I am a little stressed about it, i must admit. It will workout. Oh and along with the homecoming game where the other side of the family will be. Ahhhhhh! Enough about that.

Ribbon what

2006-09-28T18:12:00.000-07:00

So i am winding down after work, sipping some chardi and watching my tivoed Oprah. I only watch selected episodes, this rode trip from LA to NYC with her best friend Gayle sounded entertaining. I have enjoyed the this episode for educational value but i realized after the 3rd commercial something a little akward. Oprah is wearing a ribbon, tied in a bow, in her ponytail with each new outfit, a different color to match each. Ok really...i can deal with Gayles 80's workout unitard but the bow in the hair. Oprah...ughghhh...what on earth is going on here. She obviously has personal shoppers and stylists and why in hell would they add a bow to the mix. I am just not understanding this choice that the richest woman in the world chose.

This and That

2006-09-28T16:28:00.000-07:00

As i was exiting the gym yesterday at lunch time, i pass the UPS man making a delivery. He calls me by name and says hello. That is when you know you have a shopping problem. Lets just say i see the guy bi weekly. Hummm.

Work has been serious overload lately. I am absolutely so incredibly up to my ears with work its in humane. This has made for evening bad news when all i wish to do is go home, lie down, and not talk, not walk, not well you know the rest! However, wine is my friend.

Maggie living with us is really great. I don't mind her at all. She is actually never ever there and so therefore never in our way. She does the dishes and cleans up after herself....oh and grocery shops. Well, basically this little arrangement is working out quite nicely.

We are helping James best friend move this weekend. There is nothing on earth i hate more. So joy...really looking forward to this weekend. Hoping it entails some kind of fun activities.

My mom will be here the weekend after and i can't hardly wait. South Coast Plaza here we come!

Next week i am getting my hair highlighted and my extensions replaced all in one day. Sweeeeeet. My hair is in bad, bad shape.

2006-09-25T18:01:00.000-07:00

Thank god i have been satisfied with my honda accord and razor cell for as long as i have. That is the only positive i can say about me right now. I am itching for a new car and a new phone.
One thing about me...if i really can rationalize it...i mean really i can...and i really need it, i will find a way to get it. Plain and simple. I am not a materialistic person. No, i am not. I have never driven a nice vehicle. I mean nice as in leather, luxury. I had a new car way back when, 21 years old, and i treated that suv like a gem. I was so thankful. I just hate my car now and i have had it for 2.5 years and its time to go. Same with my phone...an ex boyfriend bought it for me over a year ago and i wanted it so bad. I was so greatful. It was a nice gift. It is worn out, to the point of no return, been dropped a dozen times, the camera doesn't work anymore and its on its last leg.
So help me jesus...as i find a way to own these two things. Car will be later. Phone must be soon.

Nana News

2006-09-22T09:50:00.000-07:00

Last weekend i flew to Oklahoma to visit my nana. A few weeks ago my sister had told me that she didn't think nana would live til October, my next planned visit. I had been drinking some wine. I started to cry and cry harder and James was so quick to comfort me. He convinced me that buying a ticket immediately was absolutely essential. So that i did. When in fact i do believe she will live another year. I just have a feeling. I took off 2 days of work and sacrificed my little world to travel home. I am really glad i did it although nothing about it was easy. It was probably the toughest thing emotionally i have had to do in a year or so...visiting my ill grandmother in a nursing home. I don't think i have been in one of those things since i was really young. So i don't remember much about them. I had prepared myself before i walked in, as had my dad. "Now your grandmother is incontinent." It was enough to put me to the edge of tears to have to help transfer her from her bed to her wheelchair but holding her diapers...that was a little much. I remember the last time i saw my nana. She was definitely not the vivacious hopping women she once was but she was walking, talking, eating. Normal activities were not hard for her. After her stroke it is like a different person. And not only because she can't do the things she once could but b/c her demeanor has done a 180. From a strict baptist, conservative background, i never heard her say a curse word much less anything bad about anyone. So to hear her actually voice her opinion and express herself was actually pretty entertaining to me. I got in the car with my dad after my first visit on Friday night and told him that i almost enjoy being around her more. Some of the thing she said to me i must note. I will want this later in life. I was leaving to go to my ex boyfriends and his new wifes home for dinner. Before i left...this is what came out of her mouth..."be careful darling. you know you might get shot. you never know what that new wife might think about you." I about died. Just for the plain ridiculousness of that statement. I was telling her goodbye once and for all at the nursing home. On my way to the airport. I had told her earlier in the weekend about the new no liquid/gel travel law. She says to me, "you pour that beer out before you get on that plane. you might go to jail." With that comment i couldn't help but laugh. It makes me wonder if she always had these conversations in her head and never voiced them before. It was really a wake up call to me...that i need to give her more time...on the phone...and enjoy her time here b/c she won't be alive much longer. There are things i don't want to forget about her and this past weekend. How bad she wants to go home and be in her own bed. What kind of inspiration i was for her to hold on to me and walk a few steps. I don't want to ever forget my grandmothers heart, love, exceptance for everyone. This visit truly made me realize what a precious woman she is.

Mags

2006-09-14T18:35:00.000-07:00

I meet her one year ago from this month. I was unemployed and down in the dumps. My neighbor asked me to go to breakfast with her across the street at an outdoor cafe. I met a couple there with a baby female puggle. At the moment Romeo was at the vet getting his stomach xrayed b/c i had fed him too many rib bones...i think. All i could think about as i met this precious irish couple was i wish Romeo was with me to make a new friend! We vowed to call and get the dogs together for a play date when their puggle had received all her shots. I called her. And those who know me...know i am just not like that...to call a complete stranger who i had met at brunch. Craziness! Not me. Well, i did it. One of the best things i made myself do. I know for a fact that these people came into my life for a reason.

For a very long time i believed that the reason they did come into my life was for our dogs. I now drop Romeo off at their home 2 miles away each day so they can have eachother during the work day. It has given me a sense of peace...i don't worry about him all day...ever. I know he has room to run and play together and that if they are home that he is inside cozied up nicely on their guest bed. It has become his second home, and his second parents. I am forever greatful for these people. And i know they are me when they go out of town for weeks at a time.

I now believe that God placed Maggie in my life for a reason. Back 3 years ago i was in the midst of breaking off an engagement. The scenerio was this: i lived in our home that was technically his b/c he bought it. I lived under his wing. His money and his control. I felt a sense of trapped...almost the entire 6 months we lived together. One day i woke up and decided i was not in love with this man and i no longer wanted this to be my home. I was petrified to be single for the first time in...well...probably 10 years. I had my family and friends behind me through the transition of moving across states to Arizona to live with my mom. I sold my car, put my furniture in storage and started all over again. It just wasn't right and i followed my heart. #1 best decision i ever made, and the hardest.

So Mags lives in Brians home. Moved all the way from Ireland to start over. And that she did. Moved in with him and began school in the US. She has been here well over a year and has now decided at this time in her life she is ready to be alone, single, for the first time in many many years. She feels trapped and doesn't even have to tell me that is how she feels. I have been there. I know from the look on her face and the way she describes the situation. As soon as she told me of this about 2 weeks ago, i immediately offered her our guest room. To come live. For very cheap. It would be perfect for her. She has no furniture, nothing that would fill up more than half a bedroom or closet. Her dog is my dogs girlfriend. I felt it completely appropriate for her to just up and move in. After i offered this to her she wanted me to make sure i spoke with James about it. So i thought about it before i talked to him. Real long and hard. The more i thought about it the less and less of a great idea it felt. Having a roomate again was less than appealing. So when i finally spoke with him about it he agreed with me. And was very insistent that we not offer her a place to live for many reasons but the biggest was that we just wanted to be a couple, a family and we wanted our space to do that. We did in fact agree that it would be ok for her to come stay for a month or two while she looked for her own place. I agreed and very very sadly told Maggie what we had decided. Being the most greatful and polite irish woman that she is was completely understanding...

So as the story goes...I hadn't heard from her in a week or so. Last night i popped in her restaurant and sat down for a glass of wine. I could tell how unhappy she looked and she began to spill the beans. The living situation had become miserable and she was eager to find a place. I just felt her at that moment. The position she is in and completely and totally had been there...in that exact position. I knew how she felt. Better than anyone. Her family is in another country. I left last night and thought about her all day. Hoping she found a place. As i picked up Romeo tonight she got up from her homework to say hello and i couldn't help it...the look on her face...i just felt her. She didn't even have to speak before i said..."done deal...move in...this weekend if you want...the room is yours...don't pay us...i know your situation and you need out...and you need to be independent to know how you feel...about the direction your life is taking and your feelings for Brian...move in. i will talk to James tonight and call you tomorrow." She grabbed me by the arms and hugged me. Told me she was thankful for me and our friendship.

I feel like this is the right thing. The hell with us and being a couple...we have the rest of our lives. This is a friend. This is karma. This is something i relate to all too well. And i will not take a no from him. She is moving in here...next week. This decision i feel very strongly about and i feel like i have given it much thought and contemplation and i just know its the right thing to do. For her, for us.

Fishy Story

2006-09-14T09:28:00.000-07:00

So yesterday i was talking to my boss's wife and she asked what i had put in the large vazzzes (vases) that she bought for our office. I told her not a whole lot. One is way too big for anything such as flowers or even fruit. She mentioned make one a fish tank. I got all excited with that great idea and ran with it. So my excuse during lunch to not workout was that i needed to go buy a fish for our huge vazzzz. I decided on a little goldfish, i would have prefered 2, so that they could have a friend...but...the fish guy at petsmart talked me out of buying 2.
I walk to the counter holding this bag of water and a lonely little goldfish. For some reason it gave me the creepy crawlys inside. Much like the feeling of seeing a dead rat in a trap. Just ugughgh wierd and gross. And yes, this fish was all happily swimming around in the water in the bag. I just had this eeery feeling. I put him in the floor board of my car. When i got back to the office i filled the vaz with huge liters of fiji water. Deemed fiji would be better for the little guy even with neutralizing the water. So i did what i was told. Let the drops soak in the water, etc. etc. while the fishy rested in a cup. Before i left the office i transfered him into the huge vaz, his new home. I had a hard time pouring him in there. Just thinking of the poor stress of being splished and splashed from here to there was sad to me. I mean come on he is a damn fish. But something about it was just wierd to me. I hadn't gotten used to this fish idea and so his new home was in the conference room instead of my office. I didn't think i could look at the lonely fella with no friend.
So as i pouring away liter after liter of fiji water into the vaz our CFO walked in. "What are you doing? Wasting all that water...expensive water?" I of course explained i had bought a fish and i thought fiji water would make the guys life better. So he laughs it off and walks off.
This a.m. he walks into my office, CFO, and says...."your fish is dead." and yes i have been at the office for two hours this a.m. and have not gone to check on the fishy. My reply is this..."i knew i was going to kill that fish." I did. I just had this feeling i didn't do something right.

So get this...my creepy eeery feeling got worse. I felt really really bad for disturbing this fishes life and killing it. I mean it was my fault. So i didn't have the heart to go pour it out and flush it. I had our CFO do it. I think he might have cringed just a tad to be pouring all those galloons of fiji water down the toilet.

Poor, poor fishy. I don't think i am going to try it again. I am not a fish person. I can take care of a dog better.

September 11th

2006-09-11T16:59:00.000-07:00

all day it is everywhere you look. on every website. on every tv program. you can't forget it. and for that matter you can't forget where you were when it happened. how you felt. what you thought. all those people. lives lost. it was awful. i remember like it was yesterday.

i left nyc in august of 2001 after spending the summer there interning. that place is so close to my heart. i fell in love with it. i was just there. i was in college. my 5th year. i was living with allison. david was in town and had spent the night. i had eaten my morning cereal and was almost on my way out the door for class when david turned on the tv. we sat there and watched the horror of the aftermath of the first plane. and then the second. and i couldn't remove myself from the couch. i think that whole day. i just sat there and watched news after news after news. and it was body counts rising. and the news became addicting. i remember talking to allison about it and we were so horrified about it and the devastation but at the same time we couldn't stop watching it and exposing overselves to it.

in february of 2002, 5 months after 9/11, my grandfather flew us to nyc for valentines day. the difference was astounding. the mood and auora around you just was not the same. we visited ground zero. read all the posters, notes that hung all over the streets. i would have rather not put myself in the position of witnessing first hand that despair. it was great to be back in the city. the energy was still there. i had missed it.

james and i watched on 60 minutes last night a program about the firemen that survived 9/11. so many of them have serious lung problems and some have even died recently b/c of all the crap that they inhaled. and it never left. i just can't imagine. not even an instant death but a slow death from an attack on our country. what a bunch of mother fuckers. i have such hatred towards those people. how can you not? i understand they are all not under osama bin ladens spell and don't follow them...the ones that live here...but i can't help but give them a glare.

today i am going to take a moment to pray...for those lives lost...the hurt of the families and the courage of the survivors and fighters. this day shall live in my heart forever.

Proud Parent

2006-09-08T11:25:00.000-07:00

So Romeo stays at his girlfriends everyday, in her backyard, and they play crazy monster puggles together all day...sleeping...chasing eachother...basking in the sun...pretty much keep eachother company or you could also say keep Feile from digging. It has been a god send for me to have these wonderful friends to take our son over to everyday and greatest part is that when i pick him up at night he is exhausted. When they go out of town for weeks at a time we take care of her. That is how we pay them back. It works out nicely. We are ever so greatful. But not nearly as greatful as i was last night when i realized...my dog...can be trained.

I open the gate to grab him after work on my way home and Maggies shouts out the window that i must come in and see a new trick she had taught. She tells Brian to "hold her." And i am thinking why hold her? She is going to perform the new trick? Well, boy was i wrong. Maggie then starts ordering Romeo to "sit" and then it happened...the biggest grin from my face...ever! He gave the paw. This is the irish term for shake. So time after time, my dog shook Maggies hand and then was rewarded with a treat. At first i had to wonder...what on earth is she feeding him as treats? Crack, hot dogs, liver, steak? What did he love so much to actually do what you say? I just sat there in awwww. Speechless. Then i tried it. And...he even did it for me.

You see, when he was a baby...it was just us. Me and him. He was my main companion and so hey...i had to have some fun with the little guy. I tried all kinds of stuff with him. The only thing he really caught on to was sitting, laying down and rolling over. I did this for a while but then we got a little rusty with no practice. The thing he would never do....as much as i tried time and time again....was to shake aka give the paw. No matter what i tried it was something that he was just so damn stubborn about. I didn't get it. But, i finally gave up. Stopped trying. So when i see him perform this act last night...all i could do was lift my head high with pride and pretend as if i was the one that taught him to give the paw!

Hog Wild

2006-09-02T20:48:00.000-07:00

This weekend college football began...

Growing up with 2 sisters and a mother football wasn't a part of our weekend life. You never heard it on the television unless boyfriends were over. During the holidays at my dads i remember hearing him scream and yell..."sooners!" All in all, i wasn't really around football very often. Friends would joke as early as my junior high years that my house could be compared to a sorority house. Girls blow drying their hair, cat fighting, primping, griping, pmsing, all with sisterly love. When i got to college my vision of football changed. I became a very avid Oklahoma State fan. I love/loved watching the cowboys play. My love for football doesn't go much farther than OSU. I just could careless if its not them on TV.

My boyfriend is pyscho fan of the Arkansas razorbacks. I think one might view it as a bit of an obsession. Every free moment he has to read or watch anything about them on the internet, his eyes are pealed to the monitor. You can't even bribe him away. He has literally been counting down the days for their first game of the season. I feel like i am quite acquainted with their starting line up. What? Did i just say starting line up? As if i even use that terminology. I can't even explain to express the excitement in his eyes this morning as we were eating breakfast. Just damned and determined that those hogs were gonna beat USC tonight. He really believes in good ol' Houston Nut...have i really memorized a football coaches name? He has been in front of the tv all damn day. Beer and margaritas and he is a happy camper. Well, and of course his hogs flag hung outside the apartment, his red t-shirt, his razorback hat...he is a true fan....up until now! I think i just heard him turn off the tv during this 4th quarter of the game. He is really upset. I mean really really upset at those hogs. He is disappointed. I have never witnessed this much passion for a sports team...in all the boyfriends...all these years...he is die hard.
I am now going to attempt to cheer him up and see what we can do to turn this weekend around. Cross your fingers that its really true that "the hogs are a 4th quarter team!" did i really just say that?

Jump for Joy

2006-08-31T12:10:00.000-07:00

I just got half day off tomorrow, Friday. I think i almost jumped out of my chair and gave my boss a big hug. That is how excited i am. Mostly b/c it was very unexpected. Caught me totally off guard...what a damn good surprise. Now i can't stop thinking of the possibilities tomorrow brings. What will i do? Humm...so much to do in half a day. Some of the things i am considering:
-go down to the beach and meet my boyfriend for lunch at the pier
-go buy that shirt at nordstroms that i really want
-clean up the apartment including laundry so its clean for the weekend
-get a manicure and pedicure
-go lay on the beach and let Romeo play
-take Romeo for a run around back bay
-and last on my list but something that should be #1: workout at the gym since i haven't had a good one all week.

In other news...this week has been a bit different. James car has been in the shop, transmission went out for the 2nd time this year. I have been taking him to work and picking him up...not everyday but enough to really remember how much i hate traffic here. Poor guy feels helpless and i of course want him to feel like he can depend on me.
We have had plans with friends every night this week and as enjoyable as its been i have gotten no R & R after work or housework or romeo time. Happy hour with the work group tonight which will be wine tasting...uh hum...yum.
Romeo has taken over a new leaf. He has now declared the very top of the car above the back seat and the window his perch. His "cat dog" behavior has shown true colors now. We clicked about 10 photos this morning on our way to drop him at his girlfriends.

I could have gone to my gfathers ranch this weekend with my mother. She was even going to pay for my flight to Dallas. As absolutely amazingly beautiful this place is i couldn't feel the urge to travel. I just want to soak up this beautiful California weather as much as possible.

Off for a wax...and for some reason...i am very excited.

Skort

2006-08-24T14:21:00.000-07:00

I was surfing the internet one day...imagine that...and i came across something different. I like to be different sometimes, not outrageously but just like to own things that no one has any idea where i would have possibly found them...i guess you could say unique. So i bought it. I would rather describe this sport skirt as a 'skort.' I received it in the mail and it sort of sat in my closet for a week or so before i got around to trying it on. Once i tried it on...i fell in love. This thing solves all my workout apparel issues. And yes i have issues with workout clothes.

I wore this skort last night when i took a class at the gym. I swear everyone in there definitely looked. And definitely thought...hum...she looks like she should be on a tennis court instead of cardio boot camp. I didn't give a shit. I am pretty sure the instructor was eyeing this little number...wondering...where the hell did she get that.

And i promise you kids...this little skort is gonna be a new trend soon. So watch out.

Molly the Maid and Holly the Homemaker

2006-08-22T13:16:00.000-07:00

It has been a while since i blogged. Ho hum. Not that i have nothing to blog about...i do...lots...i actually randomly mentally record happenings and thoughts throughout my oh so exciting days to blog...but haven't actually done it. Mostly b/c i don't have the energy to put it into words b/c i suck at it. Lets face the facts...i am a horrible writer. These professional mommy bloggers and the such make me look like a disgrace and really should do it as an occupation, or maybe they do. Ok back to me. Basically this is my journal, so if you want to read this...suck it up...i am not a pro blogger.

This weekend i played the role of Molly the Maid and Holly the Homemaker. Lets just say...our apartment is a project, my #1 priority in life right now. Granted it is an apartment...whatever. I have always day dreamed of what i wanted to do to the apartment and what i envisioned it would look like without my roomates stuff there. Finally, i get to do it my way. Our way. I am constently asking JL his opinion and what to do with this and that and mostly his response is "honey do it however you like it"..."its a girls thing." Its actually nice to hear that after my last 2 live in's...they both had their own way of doing things and insisted we use their furniture for the master, their hand-me-down dishes, so i feel lucky this is his response but i really do want his help. So i have had to remind him on a regular basis...hey...i want your opinion. B/c we like the same stuff, envision it the same way, similar tastes and opinions on how things should look etc. We are a great team.

So back to this weekend. I got down and dirty, maid style. I put on my rubber gloves...took everything out of the refrigerator and soaped it all up...reorganized our condiments. JL took on the task of the cabinets. At one point i looked over at him and he was dripping...over re-arranging the cabinets. He got really serious about it. So i go to inspect his work and he has put all the dishes into a single cabinet to the right of the sink. A SINGLE CABINET! I took one look at it and it reminded me of my best friends moms home...pak ratish. So the other side cabinet was then filled with our food, from our pantry. What? So then you look into the pantry and a whole entire section is completely empty. I didn't have the heart to make him change it. He had worked so hard on it. So what else did i do? I tried to vacuum and it wasn't sucking...I put him to the task of fixing it and he had to go all over town to find a new belt. Meanwhile, I dusted living room, scrubbed the bathroom on my hands and knees...threw away our old shower rack, dumped old shampoos, etc. etc. Bathroom done. Kitchen done. Vacuum done. Our place was looking clean but a few other things i need to do before my big comes this weekend.

Sunday we bought a new bed...cal king. It is lovely. Simple gigantic and i am having a hard time wanting to explain why its new home is in the guest room. Basically we don't have room for it in our room...Our room is painted and its cute. And i like it. And it lets in great sunlight and cool breezes. The guest room just so happens to be the master. It is blocked from natural sunlight and therefore...breeze...terrible circulation. I have never cared for that room...although it is significantly larger. So our guests will get to feel like royalty when they stay over. And all my friends know how i am about my beds...they are comfy...and down filled...and everyone envys them...so go ahead...and ask to come stay with us. One problem...i have not purchased bedding for this new huge monster. I want to get it online...i don't have time to go fuck around at the mall...but then shipping time...ahhh! I hope it gets done...the way i want it...before Big gets here. I already got a quilt on ebay in tan. I don't even think i got a good deal on it. I found the bedskirt i want. So much for making this room sooooooo cheap. We also purchased some side tables from target on Sunday...and i really like them. We need wall decor, euro shams, king shams...i already bought a featherbed and fitted sheet. So we are making progress. I am going to bid on some great lamps on ebay...

I know you can't wait until the finished

Yard+Slice+Movie=good weekend

2006-08-14T13:09:00.000-07:00

Weekend highlights...
-prepared for the yard sale on friday night. grilled out with neighbors. drank wine with dog walker.
-yard sale=profit totaling $35 but gained 6 new skirts from neighbor who was giving away her "fat clothes" b/c she lost 20 lbs. those fat skirts happened to fit the fat me. yay! new work apparel.
-attended a friend of jl's wedding reception saturday. non-drinkers=we bring our alcohol beverages in a styrofoam cup. sure they didn't notice!
-sunday morning i caught up on some much needed zzzzz. awoke to a organic/fresh/healthy omelet being prepared for us in the kitchen. as i attempt to help i slice my finger while cutting the avocado. blood, more blood and so i gladly sat on the sofa and let they boyfriend finish and serve me.
-sunday consisted of dog beach where we picked up the little puggle girlfriend and let them run wild while we caught some rays.
-actually went to a movie last night. we never go to movies. talledegah nights...funny er than shit. laughed our asses off.
-laundry done...off to bed...fresh start for monday morning!

Cheap Skates

2006-08-11T08:28:00.000-07:00

One of my favorite cafes to eat in Newport has "cheap skates welcome" on their front door. You can't help but read it each time you walk in.
This morning, JL declared a game of thriftiness between the two of us for the rest of the month. This title immediately came to mind.
You see, we aren't always tight on money but lately both of us have been. It sort of started a month or so ago and ever since then we watch everything we spend our money on. Dinners out are no longer a nightly occurance. Weekend massages are no longer a weekend staple. So we have decided to play a little game of "who can be the most thrifty." The looser at the end of the month has to play slave for a day. This means back rubs, multiple loads of laundry, bathroom cleaning, grocery shopping...basically i am going to win and he is going to do every single chore crammed into one day. I can't wait.
I am going to start logging every single item i bring home from the office to contribute to the household...this will be paper towels and dishwashing detergent. He might get a few points for ganking starbucks coffee from work. I am not going to cheat but i am going to keep a real good tally on how damn thrifty i have become.
Game on!

This is what its like

2006-08-04T14:22:00.000-07:00

to be a puggle. sometime i think they are going to kill eachother and other times i thank the dear lord for their crazy chase/run behavior...so they are tired. it is entertaining just to watch them although this video is not a good representation of how rough and nuts they get.

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He is quirky...

2006-08-02T17:31:00.000-07:00

Romeo has this quirk. He has found a nice and cozy spot underneath my bed. He crawls under there all the time and won't come out. Sometimes i forget he is even here. When we get home from work, he eats and crawls in what we like to call his "cave." This quirk drives us nuts b/c he gradually spent more time in his cave. We want to hang out with the buddy when we are home...not forget he is here. He has just become unsocial all together.

Since my roomate moved out, a week ago, he has slowly been spending a little more time out of his cave. This makes me wonder what she did to make him hide like this. Or was it her dog, Sasha, that was friendly 90% of the time, 5% a complete dud/lazy/couch potatoe, and 2% attacker.

I am glad to report that in the last week he has been claiming the top of the sofa his spot...to chill and watch out the window. I have also walked into my room twice now to see him all curled up on my pillows, napping, just like he used to do. It is a good feeling to see more of our little buddy and i am really hoping since he is an only child again he cuts out this cave shit!

Rejoice

2006-08-02T12:06:00.000-07:00

Today is a good day. It is mild, breezy, low 70's and i took the day off...

I need a day to just get some stuff done. The carpet steam cleaners are here doing their magic and holy smokes it looks like new carpet. I took buddy on a run so we were out of the "techs" way. I felt alive again. Like i had some time to myself. Time to listen to the birds chirp, time to stop and let Romeo do his meet and greet with the 4 other canines on the back bay and allow him to chase the lizards at 100 mph...watch the kayaks on the bay, look at the roses in full bloom. It reminded me of this time last year. I was recently unemployed. It was a horrible, terrifying feeling but at the same time i was able to just be me...spend time with my buddy, clean, lay out. This time of year is my very favorite.

We are headed over to Mags in a few. Bringing lunch over so we can sit poolside while the dogs run like wild puggles.

I am thankful for this day. Thankful to be alive, healthy, and employed with the ability to utilize a free day.

Right Now

2006-08-01T19:40:00.000-07:00

Stuff in my life, my head, now...

-as my boyfriend moves in his dresser and drawers...he is sweating and all i can do is get my fat ass off the couch in the middle of entertainment tonight and open the damn door for him. he refuses to let me help him. he says its not a lady's job. that is the kind of man i have always dreamed of!
-i just got a much needed pedicure. i am never waiting 3 weeks again. my girl loves me there b/c i never tip her anything less than $10. only b/c she treats me right. scrubs the holy soles off those callus' and extra long leg massage.
-as i sit there in total relaxation in my massage chair getting a pedicure....i glance over at an old, fat, white hairy, man getting a manicure. that is the most disguisting thing to me. what old man gets manicures? i mean what real man gets manicures anyway. my man, my moms man, etc. get pedicures with us every so often b/c we make them...they secretly enjoy it but i mean come on...for an old man to drive his caddy up to a nail salon and proudly walk in to receive a manicure is beyond me. i would rather look/hear the vietnamese speak in jibberish than an old, hairy man!
-i have cried twice this week. my boyfriend told me a week ago that he had heard me cry once before. he got his fill this week. once was in his presence, my emotions got very intense. the other...at work...i called him crying. i am an emotional basket case this period. i wish it would end. i don't like me like this. i hope to god pregnancy hormones aren't like this or else we might have some seriously f ed up babies.
-i am so damn ready for a vacation and i can't wait to see my family this weekend. we are going to have a blast. my mom has rented a beach house in San Diego. i only got 2 days off work but total it will be a 4 day vacation. dogs included. they can't wait to see their cousins! beach extravaganza here we come!

Off to a bad start

2006-08-01T09:32:00.000-07:00

This morning i was on my way out the door for work. Gym bag slung over shoulder, Romeo's leash in one hand, purse, rent checks in other hand with keys. My hands were full. JL had made me coffee and i told him i had no hands to carry it. Plus the mugs don't fit in my car cup holders. He insisted he walk me out to assure i got it all in. How sweet. Yes, he is so kind.
I turn the corner, after retrieving the coffee from the hood of my car, buddy is in my lap and i just can't make the turn with one hand...splash coffee all over buddy's fur. Shit! And some in my lap. We carry on. Turn my third corner and there it goes...too tight of a turn for one hand...coffee spills all over me, down my leg, all over my pants, in my lap, on buddy's paws...no bueno! I screamed and yelled. He hops off my lap, into the back seat. I am cussing. Pour coffee out and speed to his girlfriends to drop him off. Realize i left my cell at home. Another reason to go home! Sweet, now i am real late to work. Go home...change...grab phone.

Arrived to work late. Oh well. No more coffee in those damn mugs...ever. again.

Move This

2006-07-31T18:19:00.000-07:00

I am never inspired to write until i have a glass of wine and relax at night. At work, call me worthless. My mind is elsewhere.

This weekend was pretty jam packed. If you mind, i feel like sharing. First off, i was so low stress about the moving situation and just wasn't in any big hurry. Neither was he. Saturday we managed to pick up some much needed necessities at ZGallery, Pottery Barn, and Ikea. I found some steals and i am damn proud of it. Well got away with one but we can claim that as ours too. I spotted a coffee table at Pottery Barn as we were grabbing some throw pillows. That red sign caught my eye. I took a closer look and it was marked down 3 times to a final $99. I snagged it. Got to the register and they asked if i cared if they marked it down to $73. Are you kidding me? Do you wanta make our day? So we were off to Ikea. Left with just what we needed, nothing more, nothing less. The retard checker neglected to ring up our cool new art. So that total was less $79! Sweet! Spent the rest of the day setting it all up and then we were off to babysit for one of my boss's kids. Well they are actually babies. First boy is almost 2 and the newborn is 2 months old. Oh how happy, happy, thankful, thankful we were to have cold cold a/c blowing on us all night long. Fussy baby but perfect, wonderful 2 year old. Highlight of the evening was when i left the newborn with JL while i went to the bathroom. I came back, and he is flipping out..."he is throwing up babe...all over me!" I accessed the situation...he was merely spitting up. Oh shit does he have a lot to learn. When they got home from dinner...we had them both tucked in...silent. We made our way to the back patio, over looking the amazing view of the pacific, cocktails, and guitar. I have one hell of an office group!

Sunday we totally slept in. Way late! Probably b/c i awoke at 5a.m. with the worst cramps of my whole life. I laid there in total complete hell for 2 hours until my advil finally kicked in and i was able to fall back asleep. I was shocked he slept that long. We had plans to help move one of my neighbors. Ahhhhhh! We rushed over, as i flung some chairs and cushions, JL lugged the big stuff and we were done in a jiffy. Ready for our move.

So we managed to move a small portion of JL's belongings over to the apt. but we did in fact accomplish buying a bed for "his room"/guest room and then lost it in the process. Ya, no lie. The damn box spring went flying out of the bed of his roomates truck as we were cruising down a busy street. Almost home too. We made a U to go back and retrieve but the fucker had been run over...bad...and was demolished. So now we only have the mattress top. Sweet. What the hell are we going to do with that. We not only looked like some serious white trash...we had a great laugh out of it. I could hardly get him to carry it inside. He wants to chuck the damn thing all together. It was only $25.

So that was our weekend. Not sure where the mattress karma came from since we were good samaritans and moved someone and babysat for free!

Straight Up & Dirty

2006-07-28T18:16:00.000-07:00

I just received Stephanie Klein's book in the mail and i am so very excited i could pee in my pants. I can't wait to get my hands on this puppy! She is my very favorite. It's an addiction, sort of like when you used to be obsessed with Sex & the City and Carrie Bradshaw. And then we were all sad when it went off the air and so now we just watch re-runs over and over. I sort of do that with Greek Tradegy if she doesn't post for a couple days on her blog. I will go back and read her older entries. Just because i love her that much. She is so damn real, outrageous, outspoken and honest about her personal life...her life in NYC, her move to Austin, her miscarriages and finally getting pregnant.
I would like to think i know her. I feel like i do. She is just so herself and i aspire to be that!
I had planned on waiting to read it until our family vacation in San Diego (which won't be much a vacation to me since i am there every month) where i could relax with a great book on the beach. Its been so long since i have experienced a love affair with a book. So i am geared up and ready and shit...screw it...i am going to start it now.
Have a good weekend!

"Just don't try it" motto...

2006-07-28T09:56:00.000-07:00

I got an email this morning from a coworker. She said her friend owns a spa and is offering a special this weekend...$99 eyelash extensions. This Saturday and Sunday only. Do you know how bad i want to try these? Do you know how much a difference it would make? And we also know that i don't have the money to be spending on this. I am going to just say no, "don't try it, you might like it."

Just call me "kid"

2006-07-27T08:34:00.000-07:00

Just curious...
do you think that Pamela Anderson call Kid Rock...."kid"?

and for that matter...Carmen Electra, "Carmen?"

or their real name?

What i would do

2006-07-25T10:26:00.000-07:00

to see Madonna in concert...

hummmmm.....let me think about that one!

ALOT

Camp Outside Solution

2006-07-25T09:05:00.000-07:00

I was so damn excited to have a/c this week while we dog sat. When i arrived there last night from work i can't get the damn air to kick on. I thought i was just a huge dumb ass that couldn't figure out the digital buttons, maybe i couldn't override the set evening program. So i fiddled with it forever and then resorted to staying outside near the pool until James came home to fix the damn thing. Well, much to our dismay the damn a/c digital box thingy was unfixable. Yep...you got it...no a/c again. We were even more miserable then previous nights due to their house being more inland, the house is large with small amount of airflow via windows. Everytime we walked inside it was comparable to a sauna. The dogs literally panted all night....poor things.

After we ate we toyed with many ideas of how on earth we were going to sleep comfortably. The chosen idea was this: sleep outside. Indeed, outside we slept. Oh...now don't think we just slept on the chase lounges...hell no. We were gonna be comfortable. We lifted the queen mattress all the way from the front guest room to the backyard and propped it up on the double chaise. Perfect Solution! So we thought.

One last dip in the water before we layed our heads under the stars. We counted to 3 and both jumped in the pool to cool off! Refreshed and ready to call it a night.

The dogs had quite a different idea. Romeo will have nothing to do with sleeping anywhere else but with us. No matter where we are or the circumstances...he will be cuddled next to us. I couldn't put myself to put Feile in her kennel inside the sauna so i let her have free reign. She opted to join us in bed while Romeo found a comfy spot inside somewhere. All was well until Romeo was fed up with her taking his spot and began to bark in a high pitched howl every 3 minutes for over an hour. Can you say spoiled rotten puggle? I knew what he was trying to communicate so i then proceeded to put her in her kennel and up Romeo came to join us. So from about 3-5 i slept pretty sound until the birds began to chirp and the sun peaked its way out. I am tired this morning. We thought it was a fabulous idea last night but tonight we will have to choose another one of our ideas.

I must say...it felt much like camping out although we were in a backyard near a pool, on a mattress. The only part of last night i was thankful for...california being bugless!

Tempatures Troubles

2006-07-24T13:52:00.000-07:00

So i wrote last night about how dang hot it is here, there, and everywhere you look...

So i am at work this morning. A/C is fully flowin and what do ya know? I get cold. But gosh darn it...i am not turning that A/C up. I am thankful for it, loving that cold. After about an hour of sitting here in pure frozen like ice cube state i decide...i will throw on that trusty office chair cardigan and live with it. After all, i am not paying for this beautiful thing we call electric air.
After another hour, i give up. I succumb to the thermostat and turned up the air in my office. I am once again comfortable....not for long.

I get back from lunch...i worked out. I walk in my office in a sweaty state...and begin to feel a heat rash coming on. I am now at a comfortable tempature once again.

I am sure it won't last.

Hotter than Hell Fire

2006-07-23T21:36:00.000-07:00

It is hot, hot, hot here. When i say it is hot...i mean it is hot...everywhere. No, i mean everywhere as in every single place we were this weekend. It is hot outside #1, then #2 we don't have a/c. Ok, hey...hey...we live near the beach. People don't have a/c here. It is a normal thing. We need it. After 2 years of living here i will tell you i need it and i want it...for the first time ever.

I am currently walking around our apartment with a bag of frozen corn packed inside my sportsbra. Some coolness near you helps. I just caught JL with his head in the freezer. Ya...no lie. He goe..."hey, babe...i cleared a shelf just for you, join me in the freezer." It is that hot. We came back to our apartment from the pool today, within 30 minutes we both had sweat beads rolling off our forehead and chests. Sticky and in hell we decided we had to escape this hell. We were off...if anything to the car for some a/c. We headed to our friends house a mile away and they weren't home. Plan b was to head to the mall where they allow dogs. By that time the sun had set and we strolled around with the breeze. Almost heaven, a/c would have been much better. When we made it home we decide to do some re-arranging in the office area of the home and we both looked like we had finished a 10k.

Never have i been so ready to get to the office in the morning. Air Conditioning. The wonderful invention of cold flowing air! Good damn thing that we are dog sitting all week in an air conditioned home with a washer and dryer!!!!!!!!!! yay. yay. yay.

Don't try it, you might like it

2006-07-21T19:43:00.000-07:00

Ever since i can remember my mom would repeat this phrase to us..."don't try it, you might like it."

Being the cool mom that she is...she has always been very open about drugs, our family drug problems, sex, pre-marital sex, alcohol, our family alcohol addict problem, etc. I have always heard her say that she is so glad she "never tried it, b/c she might have liked it." That applies to everything but wine! This is something i adopted through my years as a teen and twenty's. Although, when it comes to things unrelated to alcohol...'phrase not apply.'

In the last 6 months a very great friend introduced me to her wonderful 'bikini waxer.' The one you go to and say..."take it all off!" And you feel so comfortable with her. Even in your butt crack, lying on all 4's, as you discuss the latest celeb wedding, or her recent art show. I became addicted. That silky smoothe...EVERYTHING~! I should never have tried it...

In April my wonderful waxer introduced me to something she has found a great blessing...hair extensions. Now people...we are not talking those gody, nasty, bumpy, obvious long hair...we are talking these for just volume. My waxer and i were both blessed with incredibly thin hair. When you try and make this thin hair look somewhat full and voluptuous...you fail...miserably. So this option...i was a prime candidate. My hair matches perfect. Just look. It is truley amazing. It just looks better. Bottom line. I don't try and fake it all out and make my hair long stringy curls. It is just an enhanced me. So this...i have become addicted to. Addicted to....to the point of giving up my weekly pedicure, my monthly wax, dinners out. I had to give up this month and i am not a happy camper about it. But i realize the web i have weaved.

I vow, right now, on this blogger, to not try any new beauty/facial/pamper treatment for fear...I MIGHT LIKE IT!

i had my hair extensions replaced today. i feel like a new me. problem is...i have to get my hair highlighted in 2 weeks. i have become a glutenous pig to the cali look! not that i wasn't before i lived here...but i really am now. dammit! i am so down on myself. it almost doesn't make me feel better b/c i feel guilty, and broke.

Comatose

2006-07-21T08:41:00.000-07:00

We have been really tired lately. Like ridiculously, can't drag us out of bed. Both of us. It's very unusual. This is not normal for us. So last night we watched a movie after dinner, on the couch. The last i remember was laying my head on his lap. I woke up at 2a.m. with the t-shirt i had on from the evening and my pajama pants. I have been sleeping in the nude lately due to the hot weather we have been having and no a/c. I immediately realized ummm i don't have my retainer in and i am fully clothed. Then i realize...hummmm...i don't remember getting in bed last night. Then...i look over and JL is laying next to me, dead asleep, snoring like a grandpa with his hands on his bare crotch. Sight to see. Or not. I get up and go to the bathroom, sort of confused. I get back in bed and try and wake him up. Gently shaking him then whispering in his ear...then shaking him harder. I mean how do you wake someone up nicely when they are dead like a donkey? So i begin to turn up the volume of my voice and finally he comes to. Or so i thought. He responds. Then i say how did i get in bed last night....? No answer. Nothing. Then i just say the hell with it...and roll over and shut my eyes. All the sudden, out of nowhere, he loudly replies...."your credit rating is high!" Oh great...so now we are talking in our sleep, are we? So i try to go along with it but i get nothing else out of him.

This morning he tells me that last night i was out cold last night. He got up and off the couch and and placed my head back down, didn't budge. Took buddy outside and slammed the door...nothing from me. Got ready for bed, etc. etc. and finally decided he was just going to carry me to bed. He said that when i opened my eyes as he was tucking me in i said...'thank you daddy.' (that is our romeo language. we call eachother mommy and daddy.)

I got out of the shower this morning and walked into my room....the bed was fully made....and romeo had been fed. I have the best boyfriend...EVER.

we will be sleeping in until noon tomorrow. TGIF

Making Progress

2006-07-20T13:54:00.000-07:00

I am like a glutenous pig right now. I have been craving food all day now and its not that i am hungry. God knows, i ate enough breakfast this morning to feed an army. I think this must mean i am getting ready to start. I guess. I hope. OK moving on...

Today is my 4th day this week to workout. Yay for me! I have just done a mental turn around. When i don't want to i give myself a little pep talk. This is what i ramble off to myself...'you will feel better. go. you can eat that after dinner sweet if you do. do you really want to feel like a fat cow at the beach this weekend?' So i really, really didn't want to go today at lunch but i made myself. I had to considering all the shit i have already eaten today. I am convinced i have made progress, changed my frame of mind, no pain-no gain but i am not convinced this workout really counted as enough exertion to categorize it as 4th day in a row.

The lunch workout went something like this. Side note: when i workout at lunch it is normally with my trainer or a spin class. both are great workouts and i count on those motivators. Just so happens it was a 'sub' spin teacher today and boy, oh boy was this woman a sight to not see that sucked at her exercise profession. She was clearly very into herself by her looks and her teaching style. Her fake boobs jiggled up and down and at one time i swear i saw a nipple poke out, her legs were fabulously toned and she was in great shape. Her teaching style forced me to leave early or you could say or lack there of. Basically this was her spin class, her workout...she shouted out over the maximum blaring music every...oh...i'd say 2 minutes. For a spin class...2 minutes is a lot of grueling leg spinning. And when she shouted she'd go "hill!" or "go!" and then nothing for like 2 minutes. It was astounding the amount of people actually sweating and pedaling like maniacs. I got pretty unmotivated and said the hell with this and left. Up and left. I got a good 40 minutes of cardio in. So that was enough for me.

I couldn't wait to make it over to la salsa. I have been chowing on my massive order for an hour b/c i couldn't decide on what i wanted and so i ordered a few things. Ha! and what do ya know...i am eating it all. I am feeling like a fat ass cow so i hope i still have it in me to go shop for an outfit tonight.

Something to laugh about

2006-07-18T18:49:00.000-07:00

I have been searching craigs list daily so we can furnish our 2nd bedroom when it comes time. I want to do it cheap since its the guest room and let me tell you how freaking great i think craigs list is. What genius started it? I mean honestly...brilliant idea...who ever knew people would think they could get $5 for a f ing lawn chair from 1970 when you can buy a brand new, state of the art-2000 model beach chair, backpack straps included, at the damn drug store for $6.50. The shit people put on there makes me laugh. Most of it is bad ass and i am gonna snatch up some cool shit. Just watch me! But i must say...after this room is done...you are gonna laugh even harder at how cute it is and how damn cheap.

So here is the funny part. I find this queen mattress set today for $50. I am thinking...wow...what a steal...box springs and all...so i email JL and tell him what i found. He is all over it and proceeds to find a way to transport them to his garage until its time to move. So meanwhile, i am coordinating with the guy selling it...when...how...etc. etc. I am also forwarding the emails between the salesman and i to JL just so i won't have to write my own...blah blah blah. So I forward him one that included my response to the guy asking me 'when can you pick it up?' I respond back...'let me ask my boyfriend.' JL writes me back and he says..."pass on the mattress...we are not buying a mattress from some gay! Even if it is the guest room...my friends won't sleep in a gay guys bed."
He thought that the guy had responded..."let me ask my boyfriend."

JL tends to be very absent minded like that...not sometimes but pretty much all the time. If he was a girl...you would definitely call him blonde. He leaves shit behind, forgets to do stuff, etc. etc. etc. Thank god he doesn't do that during the day at work. Unfortunately its only with me!

Weekend Happenings

2006-07-16T22:20:00.000-07:00

My grandmother, Nana, was put into assisted living.

James took me to eat dinner Saturday night and we both were craving steak. I could only have about 4 bites and felt incredibly nauseous. What a waste of a yummy meal.

On the Romeo front:
We met another puggle this weekend on a walk. His name was Hercules. He was gigantic, a whopping 35 lbs, howled like a beagle, had soft fur and is going to be a new playmate for our buddy. Also important...the first for Romeo...he did a little humpity hump action on Herc...i think he wanted to show him whos boss...no he's not gay.

An attempt to pounce on his first doggie meet and greet...he fiercley escaped from the car at doggie beach...he yanked his leash and mommy got a severe rope rash slash on her side. It is red, puffy, scabby, and every bathing suit, bra, and tank i wear it rubs. Thanks buddy.

Romeo got to go to doggie beach both days. Mommy and daddy got some nice tans.

Romeo and i payed a visit to the vet on Saturday and boy did we ever pay for the vet to diagnose his incesant itching with skin allergies in which a daily pill is to be taken...which will in turn make him hungrier than usual which will then end up costing mommy more than his $160 vet bill.

My sisters dog, Emma, puked all over my carpet after she gulped up her cousins food.

I have felt nauseous all weekend and its causing me to not finish my meals. Not to worry...i'm not what you think.

This weekend, i might have given up my right arm for air conditioning!

A Phenomenon

2006-07-14T10:48:00.000-07:00

When i was in college, most all of my roomate's names started with the letter A. When i recall the good 'ol days, back 5 years ago, our answering machine greetings just made me laugh. There was always two A's in there somwhere. By the way...i wonder if they still have 'answering machines' in college dorms and sorority houses b/c we all know...i mean come on...no one even has home phones anymore. So...back to college. My slew of A roomates was something like this:

*Adrienne
*April
*Amanda
*Allison

Most the time it was a triple roomate situation and so it would be Adrienne, April, Amy...or...Allison, April, Amy...and so you get the picture....i am attracted to A's.

This brings me to the subject of old friends. I treasure my friendships, hold on to them tight and don't let go, don't hold grudges, trust/loyalty/honesty are my # 1's! I just like to stay in contact no matter how far the distance is between.

Last night, i met up with a friend i used to refer to as 'a good friend,' nickname "A." Short for Adrienne. We belonged to the same 'clique' in high school and partied our way through college all the while bonding with sorority sisterly love. She was in California for a business conference. We had dinner and drinks and played catch up for many, many hours. It was great to see her and it was just a reminder to me, and i'd like to pat myself on the back, i am a damn good friend.

TGIF

My Side

2006-07-11T23:51:00.000-07:00

I can't sleep. Bad case of insomnia. As i lay in bed, restless, i ponder something i find quite interesting...

Don't couples have their side of the bed? An appointed side that they always sleep on. It occured to me just the other day. After 6 months of dating. We do not have our side of the bed. We prefer to alternate. It is strange for both people to not care. To not become attached to sleeping on one side, in a certain position, all nice and cozy. But we are just not married to a side.

Tonight i had gone to sleep early. I was exhausted when i got home from work and began itching all over. My head, neck, arms, legs, stomach...i took a benadryl and hit the hay early. I dozed off a bit but never really fell dead asleep. When JL came to bed i thought to myself...hum...that side looks more appealing. Maybe that side could do the trick tonight. So we switched. I lay there itching still...recallling each and every piece of food i put in my mouth throughout the day and each and every unfamiliar touch i made. What could it be? Why am i still itching after 2 benadryl's and can't fall asleep. The case is unusual. Benadryl makes me crash. Not tonight.

I wonder why we don't each prefer one designated side? I guess that is the ? and i guess i will go back to bed, the other side of the bed, lay and ponder such a very perplexing issue...hum...life is so interesting.

Romeo Turns 2

2006-07-07T21:16:00.000-07:00

I just had a silly conversation with my "big." Basically this is the way it went...i textd her (+others) to tell them Romeo turns 2 years tomorrow...and she textd me back. So it wasn't officially a conversation...this is what was communicated...

me: "romeo turns 2 tomorrow. give him a happy teenager birthday!"

big: "oh happy birthday romeo from aunt big. (ya aunt big. shut up. i know it sounds retarded) did romeo get a new car for his 17th birthday?"

me (and james): "why yes he did. he was given a geo tracker. in fact he is tearing it up...pug style right now."

big: "well i didn't trust bud with a motor vehicle when he got his license so we bought him a moped. he seems to be enjoying it, no wrecks yet."

me: "well hell...i wouldn't give bud (jack russell) a damn motor vehicle either...crazy terrier mother fucker! i hope it was a vespa for bud's coolness factor."

big: "it was a used vespa of course all the other jack russell's were jealous of course."

Our dogs are not only our children in there growing years but our teenagers that cause a whole lot less trouble then human teenagers...thank god...so Romeo really deserves more than a Geo Tracker. That was his daddy's idea. If it were up to me...he would get a brand new 2007 black range rover...b/c he is the very coolness of the neighborhood and for that matter of the OC. He not only expects the best but he gets the best especially for his birthday.

The love will be presented in scrambled eggs (his favorite) in the morning and a special grilled steak for dinner! Yum, Yum...i love you daddy and mommy!

Accessory Philosophy

2006-07-07T16:25:00.000-07:00

I can not stop buying sunglasses and purses. Its just my thing. The thing about it is this...i buy cheap purses (cheap meaning $35-80) and i buy one pretty much every single week. I have a hang up with them. I like them. I like looking at them, shopping for them, putting my stuff in them. It gives me a great thrill. Yes, i know...that is sad...purses give me a thrill. If i lined up all the purses i have bought just this year...you might call me ocd purse freak. I might have a compulsive handbag buying issue for a few reasons. Not sure what the real reason for this is. My guess is a) i can't ever find one that i love...has the exact amount of pockets...is easily accesible...can withstand my abuse...and is constantly pleasing to my eye. or b) b/c i would rather have a new purse every week than be sensible and buy a very nice one a year. What is it Amy? It is out of hand...

Same goes for the sunglasses. They are all functional and fashionable but one just doesn't cut it with me. I buy cheap ones....loose them....break them....etc. etc. I really should knock some sense into my head and freaking buy a real nice pair, take care of them, and not have to waste my hard earned income on piece o shit sunglasses.

Today...my friends...i took a stand...i brought myself to just cave in. Give up my former ways...throw down the plastic and purchase those damn shades i have been dying to have. I didn't go over the top...didn't buy them just for the label like an oc girl does...i paid $96 for them and by golly gosh darn it i am going to take care of those suckers. I like them....i better love them. So the madness ends with the sunglass ocd buying. Now i need to lay down the cash for the pretty pretty showy showy haute couture designer handbag i got my eye on.

Spectacular Stewart

2006-07-07T15:54:00.000-07:00

I didn't blog about this. It was too extraordinary for me to botch some half ass entry with my writing skills. I mean this was over the top, magnificant. I can't explain the coolness factor of my grandfathers 78th birthday celebration in San Diego that his wife planned for him.

Lets just say...there was some surprise guests. Along with Rod Stewart was Natalie Cole, Arnold Shwarzenegger and Nancy Regan. It was truly out of the this world. By the way...i was within arms length of all of them. So i will now share with you a little piece of this extravaganza. Get ready for my piss poor video taping skills...

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Learning to Dance

2006-07-07T15:47:00.000-07:00

Mel and Mr. Sir put on quite a show for us. We are a dorky family like that.

Notice Gitta in the background with her swimming toy that she refuses to remove from her mouth...even to go fetch it.

Up next...James and i really dork it out with our "family song."

p.s.
pretty damn proud of myself for figuring this out!

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Boil her to Death?

2006-07-07T09:02:00.000-07:00

Last night JL was on the phone with his older sister. She is older, conservative, married with a baby boy. When he gets off the phone he says to me..."I am going to boil Meredith to Death."

Me: "what on earth?"

JL: "if you drop a frog into a pot of boiling water his natural reflexes will kick in & the frog will jump out."

Me: "ok..."

JL: "if you put a frog into a pot of luke warm water and gradually turn the heat up, the frog will stay in, and slowly boil himself to death."

Me: "what the hell sort of analogy is this? what are you refering to?" (i am totally clueless)

So he explains that he is preparing his sister for the cohabitation issue. He is slowly going to raise the subject. Explain his complete and utter irritation of roomates, the cost of living here in SoCal, etc. etc. He is preparing her in other words...and then will break the news...

So now i am hoping that she is capable of being boiled to death! Nice analogy babe. I am very proud of your creativity. Hopefully your creative/open juices are able to flow into your family's heads...

Leap of Faith

2006-07-07T08:48:00.000-07:00

So we have decided to make the leap...

After my last two relationships that began slow, progressed into something special, cohabitating happened and they both ended in a break-up. Regardless of how hard those break-ups were, the part of living together, i remember, nothing but bliss. I live well with boys...what can i say...! I have had 2 very serious relationships in the past. I promised myself that the next serious relationship would not end up cohabitating before marriage. I didn't want to just be that girl that lives with every one of her boyfriends. Not that i care what other people think...but i care what i think...and i really do believe its wrong...just something you should wait to do before marriage. Period. End of story. Its sacred and something couples have to look forward to. I have gone against my beliefs and my promises...once again. I must say though...times are a changin. I honestly don't know of one friends that has not lived with their partner at some time or another. It is just more acceptable now and many people do it. I do think it is hard to share this sort of news with parents that are very opposed to and down right refuse to accept the idea of cohabitating. They were raised differently and have very solid beliefs about this situation.

So the decision has been made. My roomate and i are parting ways. I cried one night last week thinking of moving out of my apartment. I really like it there. I love the location, the neighbors...&7^&9*&. I want to stay put is the bottom line. It is too expensive to stay there alone. It is too expensive to move into a one bedroom. I would almost be paying $600 more a month to live alone. Rent has increased all over and i cannot live anywhere in OC for what i pay now. So we made the executive decision to live together. JL will be moving into my one bedroom the 1st of August. We are so excited, thrilled, and couldn't be happier.

Wish me luck...

Baby #2

2006-07-06T18:56:00.000-07:00

The news is out...my best friend from college...Allison...dear, dear friend she is...is pregnant...with #2!!!!!! I was one of the first to find out. Yes, yes, it is b/c of my inquisitive mind and intuitional feeling, so i guessed it. Well, i still was one of the first to find out the great news. So this will be her second pregnancy i am not around for each stage, each trimester, and each obgyn apt. Makes me sad but hopeful that maybe this time i can attend the birth. She (so 'she' is the prediction but i am hoping for a he) is most likely going to be due around her big sisters birthday...February. I can hardly stand the excitement this pregnancy brings. Her family is growing and its so fun to see the precious little girl they have already created. She has been a wonderful child and continues to make me smile, each picture i get. I can't believe she is such a perfect mix of mommy and babo.

(Al, please read to baby bella girl)
Isabella,
I know you don't know me but i know you. I have watched you grow through photos. Each new picture a little more of your prissy personality shows. You are a perfect mix of your parents and please know you got that sassy attitude from your momma. I hope, for your sake, you grow up to be not so picky about foods. Maybe Babo will make you into a tom boy...hunting. You will have a brand new sibling soon and i just know you are going to be an angel of a big sister. I love you Izzy and i can't wait to see you in October. Even though you won't recongnize me...just pretend like you do b/c my heart will melt!
Love,
Aunt Amy

Abolutely Fabulistically

2006-07-02T19:20:00.000-07:00

Is that a word? Well, it has been...an absolutely fabulous weekend so far. We got to Phoenix yesterday, hotter than hell fire here...but its dry so its not unbearable. We ate homemade chicken soup (not exactly a hotter than hell summer meal but hey...it was gooder than good) and homemade bread toasted with butter and the best part...fresh squeezed lemonade (lemons off their lemon tree) with mint and splenda. UMMMMM YUMMMMM. We both were eating it up. Last night we went to their favorite (old people ritual) Friday night Italian spot in town. Had some more homemade food. Call us fat asses about now. Came back home and laid in bed and watched tv on the new flat screen in the guest room. Relaxing is an understatement.

Today...well today...slept in...woke up to my awaken/energetic/insane boyfriend who has already worked out, fetched some coffee for all, taken buddy for a long walk. That makes for one happy mamma. We sat around and chatted with mom and mr. sir for a while. I went to lay in back in bed and read while the sweet boyfriend helped mr. sir in the garage. Mela and i decided to go get pedicures. Flag painted feet and ready to eat again...we landed at a mexican place and had some margaritas (JL insisted on petrone tequila) chips and salsa...left feeling gooooood.

We recently just retrieved eachother from our fat asses on the floats in the pool...hot shower and ready to do what? eat again. My mom has cooked my favorite, special, yummy yum yum meal. Brisket, her style, cheese/garlic/chive mashed potatoes, homemade bread, wine, ok i will stop. Romeo has been in heaven this entire time. Running around the backyard oasis, playing with the queen girl, lounging on mela's bed which is his happy place.

Off to take him on a walk along the cacti neighborhood...wish me no prickly stickers!

Happy 4th!!!!!!!

The Right Thing?

2006-06-30T10:31:00.000-07:00

For the past 2 years i have lived very contently in my 2 bd/1 bth apt. in a very quaint area. For the past year and a half i have lived with the same roomate. We were introduced to one another and she moved in. Our personalities meshed well. We became friends and not just roomates. We have definitely seen eachother through some rough times. More problems have arose recently as her mother recently passed, thus, changing my roomates whole mentality and existance. For me, my world was turned upside down, for the better, around the same time her mother died. I met JM and he became a permanent person in my life. After a lot of thought, worry, contemplating, i decided, finally, yesterday...that it was time for me to be on my own. Live alone. Just me. I am almost 28 (ahhhh!) and way too old to be still living with a roomate. I have paid my dues...mostly by growing up with 2 sisters and then living in a sorority house full of 100 girls for 2 years. I am over living with girls to say the least.

Yesterday, my roomate asked we have a "talk." This was my perfect opportunity to tell her the decision i had made. It wasn't going to be easy for me to explain being that i am a total peacemaker and hate conflict. I first was going to let her speak and curious to hear what was on her mind.

We sit down to talk. She has been offered an opportunity to move into a house nearby with some people for cheaper. She knows this is something she needs to take advantage of as she believes James and i would soon move in together. I am relieved. She explains that she wants our friendship back and she wants to leave on good terms, etc. etc. The tables were turned and i instantly felt closer to her. As if she had done no wrong, never pushed me to the point of wanting to live alone. It was a rather good feeling. I then explained to her that i also had plans to move out. It was time for me to live alone etc. We ended the conversation very friendly as we spoke to our landlord about moving and deposits.

Immediately i kicked into high gear to go look at two places i was interested in. They are both a huge jump in rent. Both tiny. I would have to sell 50% of what i own-furniture etc. The thought of moving nearly gives me a sick feeling inside. I love this community, i love my neighbors, i love the location and the convenience. It is my home and i don't want to move is the bottom line. If i moved into a one bdrm in the complex it would cost me waaaaaaaay too much. I couldn't do it. Bottom line is this: it is effing too expensive to live in Southern California. Ok, ok, i love it here though and its worth it to me. So what i am contemplating is this: James and i cohabitate.

The subject has been tossed around in the last month over and over. We both agree that the right thing to do is live seperately. We have in fact only been dating 6 months. You know when you know and i know. I know i want to marry this man. So why wait? Well b/c i am a rational, realistic human being. Every big decision is completely thought out on my part. He is back and forth with the issue. He wants to but he doesn't b/c "its wrong." He basically lives with me anyway. That is normally how it is...he spends all his time over at my place. He hates his place and i refuse to go hang out with 5 male roomates with the smell of stinky socks and Romeo is not welcome. So you get the picture here? Its unreasonable to not live together. It is financially smart on both of our parts.

I just don't know what to do.

UGHUGH

2006-06-29T10:39:00.000-07:00

i just wrote this long post about my recent decision to move out and live alone and i pushed a button and it all fucking erased! ughaghaghaahhhhhhhhhhh. i want to jump up from my chair and yell fuck fuck fuck real loud for all the office to hear! ass hole blogger!

The things people say

2006-06-27T12:59:00.000-07:00

Romeo and i were entering dog beach the other day. Of course my little buddy had to stop and sniff sniff this other lil dog...as he was doing his meet and greet the dogs owner looked at me and said..."is your dogs tail naturally curly like that?"

I don't believed the dumb man realized what he had said until i said..."well i use a curling iron on it every morning..."

Home is where the mom is?

2006-06-26T18:49:00.000-07:00

Home to me... has always been where my mom lives. Most of my life in Tulsa and the last 4 in Arizona. Although, the last couple of years i have begun to believe that statement less and less.

My mom has a nack with making a house a home. She is always moving around her antique and hand picked furniture so that it fits just right. The pieces she has inherited all have a story and all are intricate and beautiful. She mixes new with old nicely. Has an eye for good taste. I have always loved the way my mom decorates and adds nice little touches here and there. The precious heart and hand triple milled soap in the guest room. Bath robes for each of us in the guest room. All 3 of our high school graduation photos beside her favorite toddler photo, framed, all in a row in the guest room. She kept 3 of our childhood loves...collectibles. My older sister's was 4 bunch of her toe shoes all autographed and hung from the 4 poster guest bed. My younger sisters blankie and bear, the beloved. All torn and barely there in a shadow boxed displayed on the wall. And for me...my christening dress with tiny shoes, framed, in a shadow box. The linens on the bed are all hand chosen, each unique, antique, shabby chic, precious and perfectly made like my mom makes a bed. I wish i could steal that bed in the guest room. It is more fabulous than any bed i ever had in her home. The dresser and side tables were passed down for 3 generations...my mom has had them re-finished three times. The third time my mom and refinished them together. A mother/daughter project. I needed something to keep my mind off of my recent breakup-fiance. I worked long hours in the garage sanding, painting, mixing, matching, coats over and over. They turned out absolutely to die for. They could have sold for thousands. Every house my mom has she makes it home, our home...a place we look forward coming home to. Welcome anytime. Through the years i have always looked forward to going home. I have rarely gone more than 4 months without visiting home. I always have felt a need to recharge at some point. To touch home base and get that welcome home, sweet home feeling. It is something i need. I love my moms home and have always felt it my home. Now...California is home!

Calling a place a home takes a lot. Its not just your place of residence. Its not just your apartment or home or neighorhood you live in. It takes a lot to call a place a home. Maybe even years. I have always known that California would be my home from the instant i fell in love with it 2 years ago. It didn't take long to feel like California was my home but over the 2 years i have lived here i feel it more and more...

Frustrated Friday

2006-06-23T16:57:00.000-07:00

All damn day, or ever since i clicked on whoorl, i have been trying to figure out how to do this cute little design gal. I have created a few "Amy's" and saved them and then i can't figure out how to copy and paste them onto my blog. I am a blog idiot like that. As hard as i try, i can't figure out computer shit sometimes. I truly am a total computer retard sometimes. Other times, i surprise myself but i think i just get lucky. So...if you are bored...go there. It's super fun and as soon as i can figure out how to post my "amy" creations...you will get to see how creative my mind can be...!

p.s. i have to tell you what i did today. probably one of the stupidest moments of my life. so i go to the mall. park in garage near nordstrom. i do my shopping and return to the garage. i exited exactly where i entered and i make my way down the isles...don't see my car. so i sort of flip out. assume its stolen. oh but wait...good ol' panic button to the rescue. knew that stupid button was on there for a reason. so i push it. nothing. so i furiously pace up and down the isles...surely the generic honda accord is just blending in with all the other ones...keep pacing. then it comes to me...i walked down a flight of stairs. oh god...i am such a fucking idiot! so i walk up a flight of stairs, make my way down the row and sure enough...there ya go...my trusty ol' honda accord! sitting there waiting for me. can you say...total blonde moment? i couldn't have felt like a bigger idiot. good damn thing i was alone!
i did in fact make some very impressive buys at during my mall run...(i call it run b/c that is what i do in the mall...i run...i like to get what i want...and get the F out...always)...banana was having a sale...purchased 2 skirts, 2 tops, all for $114! that is a steal for banana. good work attire. at least my smart blonde was in full affect for that run.

Lounge

2006-06-22T08:49:00.000-07:00

I can't think of a more relaxing and wonderful way to spend a day. Lay on the couch and watch tv all day, curled up in my down comforter.

Why is it that when the summer comes and its sunny and beautiful i long for a lazy rainy day. And when its rainy and icky all the time, i couldn't pray enough for sunshine. This is a great example of me...never being satisfied.

I was just reading just another day in paradise and i honestly can't think of anything better than having day to do nothing. When i say nothing i mean absolutely nothing. Not even walk the dog. Order pizza, crack open a few beers, and straight up lounge in my "pink" pj's. I just love this idea.

Problem with having a day to do nothing is that weekends are used for sun bathing, cleaning, errands, exercising the dog, giving the beau attention...not lounging. So this day of doing nothing may never come for me. Unless, i just call in sick to work one day when it happens to be raining. If it weren't raining there would be no reason to call in sick to just lounge b/c i would actually feel totally compelled to lounge by the pool and work on my tan. And that my friends is not the same as lounging inside, curled up in a comforter with pj's on. That means shave, put on a dreaded swimsuit, gather up the towels, sunscreen, book, headphones, etc. and make my way to the pool which includes about 7 steps that lounging would not entail.

For now, i will just dream of a day of nothings and tv shows and pj's and rain and movies and comforters and puggles snuggled and closed shades and no phones and just me and the living room becoming one. Yes, that is a dream...and yes that dream will come true...someday!

A girl thing

2006-06-21T18:21:00.000-07:00

I have come to the conclusion that girls are bitches. No matter how you look at it...that is the bottom line. Simply stated...they all have the venom in them, i don't care who you are. So the question here is...who is the bigger bitch? Without going into the exact situations i am here to tell you that i feel as if i am included in this bitch-athon.

I am a peacemaker. I hate confrontation. I will avoid conflict no matter who it is with or in any situation. This sometimes makes me a push over. I will do whatever it takes to make someone happy. It is in fact a downfall of mine. I fit in the middle child role just perfectly.

Recently though, i have opened my eyes, seen the light and decided to stand up, straight and tall-tell it like it is...hear me roaaaar b/c mrs.bitch here i come. I have decided to just flat out say it how it is. A coworker of mine has pushed me to the edge. Many different odd occurances and then she quit. Just like that. Done. A friend still? No! I have drawn the line. She has pushed me too far. Not only do i greatly disagree with how she went about resigning her position, i also have been disrespected as a friend. I gave too much of my giving self and haven't had merchandise returned to me. This brings me back to good 'ol college sorority days. Things would disappear in your closet, never to be seen again. So i have asked nicely over a dozen times for my things to be returned. No such luck. I let her have it...i won't stop until i get my things. Understandable right? Well it has been a week now since the total blow and i am almost ready to perform my biaaaaaaatch moves. So watch out girls...here i come!

Second bitch in my life has done some damage. I will not back down now. I am fed up with her snide, depressed, pitty me self and won't take her attitude that she gives me and my guests. Yes, she is a complete disguist to be around and will ignore any guest i have in town. It is to the point of embarrassement. I have just had enough. I am almost 28 years old and still living with a roomate. The time has come...i want to live alone. I can sadly admit i never have lived alone. Never. I am not scared to, i have wanted to for a long time now. Being that we live in Southern California it is not exactly something most are able to do. I can do it, but the shopping/spending/eating out has to stop.

In 30 minutes i will be explaining my situation...explaining the reasons i will be moving out. Call me a bitch but when you cross the line one too many times...it is time to take action.

I dream of Gas

2006-06-20T10:53:00.000-07:00

I am no gas price predictor like my grandfather, but i had a dream last night. I was pumping gas into my honda accord and when it clicked to full, i looked up at the total...a full tank of gas cost $85.07!
God help us all if gas prices reach those sort of levels. I may be walking 14 miles to work...

Weekend Review

2006-06-19T15:25:00.000-07:00

My mom (Mela) came to visit this weekend. Sort of a last minute decision. Of course i get all stressed out before she comes, scurrying around trying to wash all the sheets, vacuum, finish all my laundry, fresh towels, and i was instructed i must have the porch spotless/dirt free/organized. Mela has a strange obsession with washing down porches with the water hose. For years she has been like this. Her favorite thing to do when she gets home from a busy day at the office, surprisingly, is to water down her back patio with a glass of vino. Call her wierd, i am used to it. So i make sure the porch is looking pretty...otherwise...we would have to wait to leave the abode until she got her hose fix with my patio. So...all was clean, ready for Mel.

We ate out, of course, every meal. Lounged at the beach on Saturday, got a pedicure in which my mom so graciously paid my tab...if i woulda known...i would have tacked on the extra hand and leg massage. James detailed my car as a gift. A quiting gift. It has been 23 days or so with no such nicotine. Good for me! My car looks amazing. Ate again Saturday night where my friend works. Watched lots of dateline, nightline, 60 minutes of TIVO b/c my mom is fascinated by this new kind of technology and we both love these cool entertaining news stories. Sunday we attended a very impressive church service. The message was about dads, their roles in a family and their impact on childrens lives. We ate mediteranean food afterwards and sat poolside to complete some soduku!

Finally, we were so excited to have Mel accompany us on our bike ride Sunday. This time we brought along wine and cheese and the buddy! Such a beautiful time of evening as we shared our little piece of California heaven. Good times. My mom loves James more than she has ever liked any of my boyfriends combined. It is truly touching to watch their relationship grow. JL even told me one night...he could live next door to his future mother in law. ahhhhh! What guy says that? Mine. B/c he is wonderful and fabulous and, well, so is my mom! There ya go!

Adventures with "Jamy" Part I

2006-06-12T17:43:00.000-07:00

I live in the most beautiful place on earth. Ever since i moved here i have always dreamed of having a companion to explore and take advantage of this grand piece of heaven...Southern California. Not only did i meet the most perfect campanion but he is also the most adventurous human of anyone i know. We have had some pretty cool excursions in the last 5 months and this one might top them all, for now.

We took a 4 hour bike ride on Sunday down the coast of Newport and Laguna. Had a slight tif on which direction we would head. We ended up upon this precious charming little beach rental/resort area that was so sucluded. You would never know it was there. Private beach front with huts/cottages surrounding it. They were painted funky colors, some needed serious work, some were rentable but the little community was what intrigued us. Shake shack, surf board/boogie board rentals, kids flying kites, it was so quiet and so quaint. We fell in love. JL just had to show off his bad ass riding skills, tracking through the sand...just as the waves crashed to shore. Sand in brakes...caused a slight halt. As i patiently waited...tourists asked me the direction of the water...turned out they were from Oklahoma...how often does that happen? In California? Never. Off we go...braving steep hills...feel the thigh burn...in which i so greatly needed after the weekend eat-a-thon with Lindsay.

As we were flying down the path, an attempt to keep up with one another, we ventured upon a couple paragliders. These "para" apparatus' have a gas propelled motor that attaches to their back. Not so sure these aren't a special kind. Anyhow...we watched one of them land and one try and take off but the wind would not pick up. Very cool to watch that. A couple cotton tailed bunnies crossed our path...adorable. We rode so far. I breathed in fresh, cool, ocean breeze and my lungs appreciated it as they are now capable.

As we rode towards the sunset we came upon this out-of-the-way cove in which we deemed "our discovery." We jumped off our bikes, and took a seat on the side of the cliff...just sat and starred at the surfers and seagulls. It was so captivating. We sat there in a bit of a trance, starring into one anothers eyes...we were that sappy, romantic couple for a minute. It was surreal. Just taking it all in. We both wished we had brought along a backpack filled with all sorts of wine, cheese and goodies.

As we made our way back to our parked car i couldn't help but take a mental picture of this moment. Just us. Something we will remember forever. Breathtaking beauty!

He says the damndest things

2006-06-09T18:39:00.000-07:00

My boyfriend is from Arkansas...he's a good 'ol boy. Just like i like em. But living here...just like i like it. He has so much of his upbringing imbedded in him...deep. Especially his accent. He is constantly saying the damndest comments and as they blurt out of his mouth i immediately envision blogging about them...just makes me laugh my ass off. But of course i can't remember what exactly it was he said when i actually sit down at the computer.

We are putting my clean sheets back on my bed this evening and i am always sort of throwing in a lesson...such as...this is how the bed is made...the corners tucked this way...the pillows in order this way...and so on. So tonights lesson is how to insert the comforter into the duvet. This is the conversation:

me: ok babe...i am going to teach you how to do this right...its very important you learn this task...as you will be performing it often...this is a duvet cover...also called a "duvet." i don't think that word is in your vocabulary so i will spell it...D-U-V-E-T...so baby...how do you say that word in arkansas?

him: D-UUU (do) V-E-Y(they)...as in do they?

me: perfect honey...so when i say do they needs to be washed...you will know exactly what i am refering to!

then he throws me on the freshly made bed and he falls on top of me cackling!

That Tired?

2006-06-09T09:22:00.000-07:00

warning: family do not read this!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As our alarms are ringing in our ears simultaneously this morning, i hear James mumble..."i could sleep in for 3 more hours...even if you were standing above me in sexy lingerie, soaked in ky jelly, and begging!"

me: "wow...you sure are tired!"

Blog Quirk

2006-06-09T09:20:00.000-07:00

When i am searching blogs to entertain me...i normally don't read ones that don't have a profile picture. I just kind of like to have a visual when i am reading someones rants and raves. So i X out of it if no picture...never to be opened again.

Oh thank god

2006-06-08T20:29:00.000-07:00

i have thought so much about my post today is sort of ridiculous and all damn day i have been trying to get on blogger and it won't let me..."page not found.." pisses me off is all that does...and finally it lets me...

so where to start....hum....

i haven't blogged in a while and have lots to share so i will just do my rambling...

Today=jack ass gym non junkie
i went to the gym and up the stairs i run...ready to get it all over with...i am on the elliptical when it comes to me...i never even scanned my card...oh shit-i wonder what those 24 hour jerks at the counter thank of me...probably that i am some upppitty bitch that thinks she owns the place or something. i was totally and completely out of it today...obviously. as i resume my workout i then remember we have our monthly company happy hour tonight...then i decide maybe its not such a great idea to sweat and get nasty and then go sit next to coworkers...so that is my excuse to have a less then half ass workout...i leave the gym within 27 minutes...so much for making it to the gym for the 3rd day in a row!

I walked in the door Wednesday night to complete silence...do you understand the the feeling inside...nope...wrong guess...COMPLETE AND UTTER EXCITEMENT! my roomate is out of town for 3 more days. we can be a family...a real family...mommy, daddy, and buddy...stay up late...wake up early...talk loud...scream...watch tv late...whatever the F we want and its such a relief. who ever knew having a roomate would be such a cramp in your daily routine?

i discovered a really cool and exciting secret last night and i can't wait til i get to openly talk about it...but for now...you can just wonder...and wonder...and guess...and...i don't even care.

my great friend from college is coming to see me this weekend...from san diego...not too far...but we are a long ways from oklahoma...its a girls weekend...just us! that means manicures and pedicures, eating out every meal, drinking on the beach, gossiping like we are in high school again...being girls. sometimes you don't know how much you miss your girlfriends when you spend every moment with your boyfriends...until you see them...or think about seeing them...

i am so greatful...and appreciative...for my boyfriend. honestly, he can't be beat. period. end of story. i was really really tired last night. lounging on the couch...and he so lovingly offers me a backrub...well a backrub turns into an entire body massage as i laid there in complete bliss. i can't explain in words what amazing massages this guy gives. i would even pay for one...that is how good he is. and i have never, ever had a boyfriend that gives me backrubs...and if he was talked into it...he sucked at it! but my boyfriend...knows just what muscles to touch, the perfect pressure, and gives it his all. it is truly exceptional and with that...i will conclude...that i must honestly. have. the. very. best. boyfriend. that ever existed. and that...yes...should make you very very jealous...b/c he is mine. all mine.

tah tah

Ultimate Obese

2006-06-05T13:24:00.000-07:00

Last night, the boy and i switched the channel to TLC where we were immediately drawen to the screen with complete and utter disquist. The first story was about a 627 lb. woman and her battle with obesity. This was astounding indeed but what really blew our minds as we continued to watch the program was a story about a 1,100 lb. man! No kidding. This man was over 1,000 pounds. He laid there in his bedroom, couldn't roll over by himself, hadn't moved out of bed in 6 months (shit himself), ummm let me think what else...he was wollowing (is that a word?) in his own fat stretched skin. Oh and this will make you want to regurgitate...his skin had stretched to capacity and had literally popped and he had puss and fat oozing from his flesh. This had caused infection in his fat rolls and he had to be treated immediately. Problem is...no way to remove him from his home...he is too large...so they bulldozed a wall and had a crane lifted to the second floor. The EMT but together 5 back boards and it took 10 people to lift it onto the crane. Then he was lowered to the ambulance where he was put on a breathing tube b/c his lungs were collapsing due to the fat.

We continued to watch this story b/c i think really we needed to see it for motivation. Not that we are any where near a thousand lbs., well on our way, but we both need to start eating healthier. I have always been that self conscious girl...when i finally figured out that eating very healthy and working out (running) everyday makes me feel good about myself. In the last 9 or so years since i graduated high school, i have become less and less strict with my body/workout/eat rules and regulations. Working out used to be #1 main priority of the day as i would jump up at 5:30 a.m. for aerobics class #1. Well, now...i am lucky to step foot in the gym 3 or 4 times a week much less stay for 45 minutes. I just can't seem to make myself do it anymore. I can't explain it to you or to myself but i will tell you that if i don't change my ways...i will soon become a very very unhappy individual. I have concluded that hiring a trainer is the only route to take. I need assistance and some push. No pain, no gain. Just like the 1,000 lb. man that lost 500 lbs. If i had that much to loose i am not so sure i could attain my goal. But just like him, you gotta start somewhere, action must be taken. So i must take baby steps in my quest to take off this forbidden 15!

The race has begun and i am in last place!

With the Good Must Come Some Bad

2006-05-31T10:38:00.000-07:00

I had a fabulous trip to Arkansas to Meet the Parents this weekend. It didn't end as graciously as it had started!

We are on our way out the door on Monday evening for the airport. Jame's mom thinks she should check the internet to make sure our flight is on time. Its not on time, Its canceled. Just up and canceled the damn flight on us. We spent the next 2 hours haggling on the phone with the airlines...Houston had storms...blah blah blah...we couldn't make anything happen...next flight out was the next day at 4:30pm. So we called in to work and explained our situation, gained another day with his family and got to do things we didn't have time for.

We made it on our flight out of Arkansas on Tuesday. We sat on the runway for an entire hour while they cleaned up some other mess with a plane. When we landed in Houston we had exactly 15 minutes to make it to our connecting flight...at another terminal! We ran! Made it to our gate just in time, dripping sweat. Finally arrive home at 8:45 pm last night. Our bags do not arrive with us-to top it all off.

We drove up to LA to pick up Romeo from my sisters. That took a good 2.5 hours and when we returned our bags had arrived at the airport. Ended up crawling in bed at 12:30 am last night!

Quit For Good

2006-05-31T08:10:00.000-07:00

Today will be the 6th day smoke free! Did you hear that? 6 days now i have not had a single inckling of nicotine.

To tell you the honest truth...my body doesn't feel thaaaaatttt much better. I have congestion, drainage, sore throat that won't freaking go away. This is very much not like me. I think i am getting adult allergies b/c the rest of me feels fine. I am not sick.

I did think all this head, chest, throat crap would go away when i quit. Maybe it is just cleaning all the shit out of my system.

I can take long, deep breaths and it feels much better!

He is so much like you...

2006-05-26T21:17:00.000-07:00

I was just on the phone with my sister who is taking care of romeo for the weekend. As i inquire how my sweet puggle is doing...this is what she says...

"romeo is so much like you!"

me: "why do you say that?"

katie: "b/c you never know what he is thinking..."

Ughghgghhhh

2006-05-25T21:12:00.000-07:00

I am in the worst f ing mood ever! Seriously! I could probably pull all my hair out, one by one, 10 zillion of them...scream bloody murder and i wouldn't feel any better. Problem at hand is...not so sure why i feel like a raging biaaaaatch. Well maybe the hour and a half ride home from work added to it. Yes...this is not unusual for SoCal, although, it normally takes me 30 min. max to get home from work and 20 minutes max to get to work! So...here ya go...i was so completely and utterly frustrated...after taking every "short cut"...non hwy route...no luck...made it worst perhaps. Oh and maybe this added to it as well...i get home to some back up sewage shit in our bathroom sinks and tub. So what did i do on my hands and knees for 2 hours? Scrubbed. the shit. out of the. entire. bathroom. Figured since i was at it...might as well get down and dirty in the kitchen. Finally i am sitting down to eat...and what do i get...Romeo growling, yapping, begging for my food. I am afraid that if my boyfriend could see me now he would not ewwww and awwww over me! He would be scard. very scared. and may take a few steps back!

Evil Drug

2006-05-25T16:36:00.000-07:00

Cigarettes are evil. I have been around and around again with quiting and its time for the final final.
My cig saga:
*started to smoke junior in hs
*quit after spring break senior year
*started again after freshman year in college
*smoked 4 years
*moved to dallas
*september of '02 got news from my dentist that i had to have major periodental surgery
and if i didn't quit i would have to have surgery again in 3 years for a grand total of about $20,000. i seeked professional assistance in my quiting process. got on a miracle pill called wellbutrin. quit. over, done with it. free of nicotine until late 2004. that is 2 yrs smoke free!
*2004 began to smoke when i drank (thought i could control this habit-how very wrong i was)
*2005 i took wellbutrin twice to quit. i was successful until i fell, stumbled and thought i could control it once again when i drank. smoke free was short lived.
*january 2006 began to smoke like a freight train again and just succumbed to my weak ways. finally i have had enough. i still have my wellbutrin perscription. i am inspired to quit once again with the upcoming trip to Arkansas to meet JL's family.
*i am currently on day 11 with wellbutrin and have cut back to a significant 2 a day. by saturday i will be smoke free.
*upon my arrival home, monday...nicotine will be out of my system. i will have to struggle to keep it up.

my experience with this process is that i am ok once i am past that 3 day without. i don't want to look back now after all that i went through. the medicine makes me think cigs are so nasty (which they are) and i can't even inhale without feeling nauseous. i am hoping, crossing my fingers, praying to god i don't fall again b/c i have about had it with this habit. i have come to the conclusion that this drug (yes, it is a drug) is evil and i need to steer far, far away! forever!

please have faith in me...this time is the last!

p.s.
problem is that i only have 2 wellbutrin left!

Loosing It

2006-05-25T13:45:00.000-07:00

Lately i have just felt like i am not 100% happy. I am not happy with my spiritual life. I feel the need to get back the relationship with God, to attend church.
Mostly, i am unhappy with my relationship with my boyfriend. I can't put my finger on it. I have been trying to deny it. We have fun together...we spend every moment together...he treats me like this queen on a pedastool...he worships every inch of my body and that is something that greatly bothers me. Yes, i want my boyfriend/husband to love my body but #1 i don't love my body right now and #2 he literally goes overboard with the compliments. As i think this out in my head i realize what a total evil, spoiled rotten bitch i am. I mean...who complains about their boyfriend being too nice? I am scared if the constant praise and worship from him came to a screaching halt i would miss it. Wonder why, oh why, is he not loving on me? So basically i guess you could say i am not happy with it and not happy without it. It just doesn't make sense. And...no...i am not getting ready to start my period.
He has asked me time and time again if it bugs me that he dotes after me. Does he do it too much? I am caught off guard everytime he asks me. I do like to hear those words...i love your body...i love you...but just not every 5 minutes 24 hours a day. I do feel that if he laid off a bit that it would give me a chance to be reciprocal. But then what if it didn't and i missed the praise? It is sort of a no win situation. What if i extremely hurt his feelings and he has to watch everything he says to me and makes him look at me differently. I know it all depends on the way i bring this issue up to him. My tone of voice, the choice of words, where we are, and my body language. Knowing me, it will all come out wrong and i will have completely botched the whole deal. The best guy i have ever had...totally just screw it all up b/c of something so minor. When you look at the big picture this is a bit ridiculous. But its my happiness...i am not happy with this much attention...i have always been the giver in a relationship...always gone above and beyond to make my man the most special person on earth. My ways have changed...drastically. I am no longer that constant giving soul with my relationships. This makes me wonder...daily...is it b/c i have been single for so long...and this has made me a totally selfish individual? Or is it that i don't love him enough to do those special things i did in the past? I am just at a loss. I don't know if i should perhaps ignore this, let it pass or take action? This is bugging me beyond belief and don't know what to do. I do know that when i am away from him, out of town, i miss him.

I tend to keep my feelings bottled up. I haven't told a single person about this issue. I just let it pester until it can no longer go on as is. As hard as i try to communicate, share, and deal with problems/issues...i just can't do it. No one can make me. They can ask and ask and ask and if i don't want to talk...i just won't...i will make it all fine until the time comes when i can't stand it anymore. I have to take a stand in my life. Make changes that will benefit me later down the road.

What is a girl to do? Emotions are going to take over soon and it will no longer be dealt with in a manner i am hoping for. I will explode and react. Make a huge mistake and the most wonderful creature to me will go away. I am just scared, don't know what to do. Maybe i am totally blowing this out of proportion but i have to deal with it, one way or another!

He is Nuts

2006-05-22T19:34:00.000-07:00

We just got home from a jog with Buddy. I went in the laundry room to change my clothes from washer to dryer. JL took Buddy off his leash and he is running freely all over our yard...as i exit the laundry room i wonder where the f my boyfriend is that left Romeo unattended...then i see him...
he is standing on the 5 foot rod iron fence...and then he jumps...into the pool! fully clothed! yes...he is nuts...!!!

Then he looks at me with this innocent look and says, "honey i just fell in!"

p.s. the water must be about 30 degrees!

My purse is a panty hanger

2006-05-18T13:01:00.000-07:00

It is so like me...what just happened. So i walk in to my office from lunch, exit my car, walk inside-not a soul in sight-thank god! I place my purse down on my desk and my thong panty is hanging off the side of my purse. Not to mention they are all blue, pink and patterened!

I had gone to workout at lunch and i guess i didn't place my panties back in my bag, instead on the seat next to me-somehow they made their way on my purse pocket on the outside!

How freaking embarrassing would it have been if i passed my boss or the other 5 men i work with on my way in?

Couldn't Get Any Sweeter

2006-05-15T16:56:00.000-07:00

Last night i arrived home from Boston. J was at a concert in LA so Jessica picked me up. I walked in my apartment to a large vase at the door of flowers with a note underneath that read..."welcome home baby! i missed you so much...love me and buddy." Then as i made my way to my bedroom, suitcase in tow, there was a few dozen rose petals all over my bed, another 3 vases full of fresh picked flowers!
How lucky am I?

Note To Self

2006-05-13T10:45:00.000-07:00

The East Coast is not the West Coast...in more ways than the weather. More on that later.

So much for overpacking when you pack the wrong things. I am pretty sure i was told about the weather but i just didn't figure it could be that different in mid May. So as of my almost last day here i have worn 2 articles of my own clothing. The flouncy skirt, jean skirt, tank tops, t's, sandals don't so much work here in this 30 degree pouring rain weather. I have had to wear all my sisters long sleeve shirts under wool sweaters, north face coat, scarfs, hats, gloves. It is frigid here! I have not left their house without being completely soaked. We even sat in down pour during the red sox game last night.

So i will return to sunny cali with my full unpacked suitcase of clean clothes!

p.s. i have in fact managed to talk the talk...jiberish language of sadady nadas and shnock it with their german girl.

Is anything more UNattractive?

2006-05-10T15:34:00.000-07:00

I think i would rather see a skanky t back thong hanging out of a girls pants than xlarge hanes granny panties! What about you?

Uncle Doctor and his Wife

2006-05-10T09:58:00.000-07:00

I will be traveling to Boston tomorrow to visit my sister and her husband. The man she married has many nicknames. One of which, my personal favorite, Uncle Dr. My sisters name for him is just "sweety"...nothing more...nothing less...nothing else! They are both "sweety" to one another. It is very endearing but it gets a bit confusing at times...as well as annoying.
I am looking very forward to my visit. You see, my sister and uncle doctor have a special language....this is mainly with their dog but they also talk like this to eachother. It sounds like some kind of foreign language, much like jiberish. Naada-Sanads-Doda-nadas-sophia. "Schnoking it" translates to snuggly sleeping. Da-Da-Dat-Da-Da is a song that they sing to Sophie. And then every other kind of jiberish they repeat stems from these 3 phrases. It is very strange, no one knows where the hell it came from and no one can replicate it quite like they do. So this...my friends...is what kind of language i will be speaking for the next 4 days...or attempting to.

I have always been fascinated by hospitals and the like. I think it just intriques me the action with patients etc. Kind of like how people like to slow down, stare at wrecks on the highway. So Uncle Dr. is in his 3rd year of residency at Harvard Medical and i can't wait to go visit him at work and maybe even get to go into a surgery with him.

"Sis" and i will be doing a lot of shopping. Of course she waits for me to accompany her to find a "black tie" dress since i am the best personal shopper. She thinks i should do it for a living. I know my family, their tastes, styles, body frame and i can always pick out something perfect. I have been told we will also be practicing pilates a lot...she wants to kick my ass....being the big, billy bad ass pilates instructor that she is.

So of course i will highly over pack...bringing 3 pairs of jeans, 3 pairs of pants, 6 pairs of shoes, 10 tops and a pair of my infamous sweats...which is what i will probably end up wearing the entire time. But hell...if i didn't bring it all then you know that when i needed it, i wouldn't have it. So there you go. Always over pack...that is my travel law!

Jet Blue...here i come!

Why Am I Me?

2006-05-09T10:57:00.000-07:00

I love myself, don't get me wrong...but...i do things that drive myself nuts...and i am sure drive those around just as nuts!

*I am a raging, self centered, bitch when i am pmsing. I am in a cronic bad mood. I could snap at you at any moment! Watch out!
*Before i go on a trip i always have a gazillion things on my "list" to get done before i leave. Just a few examples: pick up drycleaning, vacuum the floors, retrieve the suitcase out of storage, laundry, get Romeos stuff ready which consists of a trip to the vet for his "special" food-Ralphs to get ziplocks for his food, wash his favorite blanket, buy dog bones, etc. Make sure moms mothers day gift is complete, buy a card, ship the gift. Then...there are a million things work related i have to have done in order to have a peace of mind while i am away.
*I hate, hate, hate going to the bank! Hate it. Wait in line...fill out deposit slip, etc. This is all b/c i am too lazy to switch my bank accounts to my CA account which would therefore give me the ability to do all the deposits via ATM.
*I have to be entertained all the time. This means that i had to go buy me a new book at Barnes and Noble to relieve my constant boredom during long flights. Just another f ing errand!
*I have to find the closest parking spot in a lot. So therefore i waste more time driving around then just fucking parking and walking. Because geeeez we all know i need the exercise since i talk myself out of going to the gym every damn night.
*I have what whoorl calls CBLOCD. I must be early to everything! I am even early to work...every. single. day. I am one of those people that gets completely and totally aggravated with those constant tardy friends.

So, that my friends, is why i even bug myself!

Super Gift

2006-05-04T10:45:00.000-07:00

I received a gift today. From my boss and his wife. It is a very special gift. This gift means a lot more to me than the actual gift inside. It means that they trust me, they depend on me, they appreciate me, and they are recognizing my over/above/beyond behavior! I couldn't be more thankful for opening this gift that contains....
$500 GIFT CARD TO MONTAGE RESORT/SPA