Dear Diary...

Vacation recap and other non-sense

2011-10-19T13:21:00.000-07:00

Kirk and I just finished up our "business" trip to Arizona and it was absolutely amazing and first class all the way. JW Marriott Desert Ridge outdid themselves and the jazz fest was so much fun. Everything about that trip was fun - from the hummer tour to the lazy river, to thinking we saw a dead man in the lazy river and to the F-O-O-D. Holy God was I in heaven. Filet mignon and a poached egg for breakfast?? Don’t mind if I do! A seafood BLT...SEAFOOD BLT!?! Oh my goodness it was to die for. Everything was top notch and luckily by the grace of something...the food God perhaps, I didn't gain any weight. Never the less, I am cleansing myself this week and going paleo.

The one thing that truly sucks about a vacation ending is realizing you'll have to make your own bed and cook your own food. And there is no hospitality suite stocked with beer, wine, food, desserts 24x7. Humph! : (

I would post pics but I already did on FB, so I really don’t need to splatter that many pics of myself.

On a completely off-subject topic, I made/ate "mashed potatoes" for the first time yesterday. And when I say, potatoes, I mean cauliflower and it was darn good. Super good. SO good that I'm determined when Kirk and I start multiplying in a couple years I will forever trick my kids to thinking its the real deal, thus sneaking in some veggies AND keeping my waist line down. That’s what corporate calls a "win-win." I will test my theory on the Mr. Toren himself as the girls will be way to smart for that and give me dirty looks. Although Toren drinks water out of a water bottle...and eats everything in sight, literally...at the age of 6 month. I dont think he'd give a darn what he was eating as long as that belly was getting stuffed. He's so....so...rugged. Rugged and Irish.

Bugs!

2011-10-11T14:33:00.001-07:00

So I have a personal/gross confession. Some little critter decided to hop in my bed in the middle of the night and nibble the crap out of my lower bum bum! I woke up this morning and was looking at the battle wounds...thinking about how my trip to AZ come Thursday just got a whole lot less attractive seeing I'll be frocking around in a bikini with a bitten lower bum/upper thigh. Its like high enough to not be the leg but low enough that it will show through a bikini bottom. What am I even talking about...lets get real, who cares. I haven't bared just a bikini bottom in years. I have my mom to blame for that awesome gene.

But it does still piss me off considering I just washed my sheets two days ago...TWICE! The first time I realized I was still on the small load from something previous, so I stripped the sheets again and re-washed. Now, I have to wash again for fear its stuck in the bed some place. I did give Chico the eye, wondering if my sweet...little...itty...bitty cuddle buddy could be the culprit of all of this, but refused to believe it. I did give him another flea/tick tube just in case and sent him on his marry way to Teta's for the day.

Blame it on the rain?

2011-10-06T09:05:00.000-07:00

Here are my interests for today: nothing.
Fourth day of rain, and I don’t mind it but here's what’s really has me taken back. I went to Happy Hour last night and had two beers in three hours. TWO beers. I was snoring by 9pm. Now, if I didn't know any better and as much as I'd like to blame it on the weather, I "feel" the drinks I had last night. Yes, I feel slightly...hung-over. I know what some may be thinking. "Come on Magie, you drink Whiskey like water come Saturday" and this may ring true a bit. Except every other day, I’m straight as an arrow. I've never have been that type to come home and enjoy a glass of wine with dinner. So I think my body is trained to be strict during the week and I broke that routine. And now I'm paying the price. Man. Almost 30 yrs old and hung-over on 2 lousy beers. What happened to me?!

And another thing….I think I’m going to hang my whiskey hat to dry for a bit. Mainly because it is true...I can sip it all day/night and that’s just weird. And not right. I mean, I am a girl after all. So I'm trading it in for my beloved red wine. Plus, the weather is changing, so let’s face the fact...that’s REALLY why I'm making the change. Summer = rowdy whiskey nights. Winter = mellow giggles while sipping on a cab. However I have a million dollar idea that I must create somehow. I want to create a toothpaste or clear gel you put on your teeth before red wine that completely eliminates the dead giveaway you've been drinking. Because slightly grey/purple teeth just don't make good for pictures. Or conversations.
Now that I've put my idea out there...dated, on this blog....if anyone of you steal my idea I will sue the $hit out of you once you become mildly successful.

Beauty

2011-10-05T15:23:00.000-07:00

I wanted to do a witty blog for our previous weekend which required pictures taken. but ALAS, I have not seem to have downloaded them yet, so I'll blog about that later. Out of order. No, I will not give up on my cute blog idea...even if it is so long ago that it no longer makes sense.

So now I will move on to more pointless topics. I got bangs again people. I got it. Hated it...sorta liked it, remembered all the difficulties that go with them (sweaty workouts people) and now I'm in-between. I sorta like them. Hate the up keep, but have been reminded I should do that (up keep) more often. Yes, when I wake up at 6, I’m too lazy to do my hair. No, I take it back. I'm not. While it does take me 20 minutes or so to blow dry my hair straight (hate the results of flat irons, despite how quick it is), I would do this....if it wasn't for one thing. I work out...all the time. I sweat. When I blow dry my hair, I expect a minimum of 2 days without a wash, and I am so lucky enough to not get/have greasy hair! But with my workouts, I'd have to wash daily. And that doesn't even bother me so much as the amount of damage I'd do to my hair over time....and spit-ends freak me out and make me want to gag. I have an irrational fear of spilt ends and would be obsessed if I saw them in my locks. But i have been actually doing my hair this week for work...which is no biggie for me, as I see my styled hair every weekend. I actually clean up nice believe it or not! When I take the time. But apparently this is new for my fellow colleagues. As several have made comments..."oh wow! You look...you look so different" which is when I have to shrewdly respond with "yeeeahhh..I actually did my hair today....and yes I'm wearing make-up too."

OK, so maybe I’m no natural beauty and its takes a little finesse!!

Mother of two

2011-09-29T10:51:00.000-07:00

My sister is out of town visiting her husband's family in Ireland for two weeks and left me to Denver duties. To all who don't know Denver, let me introduce you:

He ain't little...to say the least. But he is a gentle giant...and Chico takes full advantage of this. Not only is Chico known to rape Denver, but lately...he's been a down right A-hole to him. Chico will waltz over to Denver's food bowl, putting his tiny head in this huge bowl eating dried kibble that he would NEVER eat if only the fact its not his...and if Denver dare comes near...his OWN food bowl, man does he get a yelling, growling, face bite attempts from Chico. This huge dog shudders at Chico. Its insane. He could blow on Chico and win, but he remains calm. But heaven forbid Denver even puts a paw near Chico, Chico goes literally screaming/crying as if he's been eaten alive.

What's worse is Kirk and I are on to the real troublemaker, so every time Chico attempts to get Denver in trouble by acting like he's been hurt, we scold Chico. The look on his face is priceless..."you mean, you're not going to beat this huge dog that had the nerve to look my direction?!"

So as of Saturday, Chico is not a huge fan of me...or Kirk...or Denver. Needless to say, its been "peaceful" in our household lately. Between Denver's huff's and Chico's loud pitch squeal's, its just been a joy. Really.

Just 7 more days to go!!

Wow

2011-09-29T10:35:00.000-07:00

So apparently I have God like qualities. After writing that stern email to CA about the weather, my wish was granted...for that weekend at least. Oh yes, I had my semi-fall weather. It was cool, cloudy and it even drizzled a bit! I loved it and appreciated my fall decor that much more.

Friday was my usual. Toren came over..a little later than usual. That meant I had to feed him. Kirk wasn't home at the time, and I was alone...so as I was making his food...I wore a baby bjorn with his chubby body stuffed in it for the first time. Weird. I'd try to wash a dish, but then realize he was closer to the sink than I was. After a few bites of spinach, I did the typical "this isn't my baby, and I want him to like me the most" thing and said to hell with dinner and skipped straight to dessert. If that doesn't put me in first place, I don't know what will. I tested out my new camera (thanks to my awesome fiance) on Toren, which was the highlight of his night. The boy loves himself. A lot. The more pictures of him, the better in his opinion. And in mine as well.

On Saturday after my Daily Method workout I came home fully expecting to go to Octoberfest for a bit with Kirk. But then he had another suggestion that was music to my ears...."How about we make the headboard instead?" O.M.G. The headboard. The headboard I have been asking...hell, begging Kirk to make for over two years. In disbelief and not knowing if this was all a hoax, I quickly said yes before minds were changed. One afternoon. Kirk working hard. Me sitting on my arse watching and it was done. He did give me the chance to help and asked if I wanted to paint...but then I reminded him of our night he gave me a canvas and it turned out worse than my nieces paintings. Like a lot worse. The end result. A beautiful/colorful masterpiece just like I've always wanted:

Yes, that's chico in the background. and yes, its made for a King size bed as we plan to upgrade soon. So my new bedding/curtains colors are TBD, but there it is. Not only did my fiance buy me my Panasonic Lumix DMC-LX5 point and shoot camera...he also made my headboard. All in the same week. It was Christmas in September. I loved it. Cheers to every week being this spoiled! Lets go for round two...mommy wants a new pair of boots!!

A letter to CA

2011-09-22T07:43:00.000-07:00

You listen here California weather. Fall starts tomorrow, and I have already put out my cute new turkey's:

I also have my beautiful fall leaf tea light candle holders.....and my utterly pathetic fall wreath that just consists of a wooden wreath with a huge fall bow...that I BOUGHT from Beverly's because I don't know how to make fancy bows! God I disappoint myself sometimes.
I also have my fall centerpiece bunch for the coffee table and all of this seems in vain when its a MILLION degrees outside!
So get with it California. I'm friggin' sweltering over here trying to shop for fall boots, and you're making my home decor seem very....very....stupid! I want crisp cool air. I want changing leaves and I want to buy my mum plants and have them last more than 4 days unlike last year! I want pumpkins too, but I don't want to shop for them in shorts and a tank.
That's it for now - but you better not piss me off more by throwing in that weird thunder storm like you did the other week.
Thank you and good bye.

Tid Bits

2011-09-21T11:59:00.000-07:00

I haven't done a list lately (lie), so I'll dedicate this day to my update list:

- Toren is literally the toughest baby ever. And for the record, I'm not this horrible Auntie who is narcissistic (although that may ring true a bit) and neglects her nieces/nephew. My sis said I can't put pics up of them on this public blog. Boo. : (

- Jasenia has the wit and charm of a grown woman.

- Amaya is a bigger animal lover than me.

- Family names per the kids: Teta (my mom), Gido (my dad), Auntie Bean (my sister), Auntie Bongie (me) and Uncle Muscles (Kirk). I LOVE that we don’t have just regular names. That would be boring.

- Work has been annoying lately, but still happy to have a job when I hear the news every morning

- You know that whole "can't play favorites" thing. Well, Auntie Bongie is in hog heaven having a boy in the family, so I must say...I'm failing with that golden rule.

- I've been juicing. That's right. I juice fruit, carrots, spinach...all at once! So yummy. Now I'm just waiting for my hair and skin to start glowing.

- Signed up for one month with the Daily Method and almost died yesterday. Quivering legs don't describe it. Try uncontrollable shaking that can be seen from a mile away. Good Lord...I better lose some inches.

- Loose vs. Lose. Gets me every time. I always have to really think about it.

- I'm TRYING a modify Paleo diet. Meaning, eating Paleo most of the time. I can't be hardcore in anything I do. Today is my second day.

- For my body size, I have seemingly freakishly skinny fingers. My ring size: 4.75. But I swear they don't look that skinny in person.

- Last night Kirk used the term "tipy toes" and oh man did I make fun of him for that.

- There is nothing more that Kirk and I love to do than catch each other fumbling on our words and pointing it out in front of everyone to laugh and enjoy.

- Kirk tells me the other day: "you're a good writer. You just don’t do grammar but who cares. " I thought writing was all about the grammar but loved his outlook.

Big timer

2011-09-16T08:16:00.000-07:00

So last night Kirk goes onto the computer where I must have left all my windows open from the night before. "I see someone's been in my facebook" he says, but then moves to the next tab. He finds this blog. For a second my heart sank. Like this is a secret. Maybe he won't think its funny. Maybe he won't like he's the subject of 99.9% of the blogs. Maybe he'll think I suck!!

As he starts reading away, I sit behind him in silence. First I get a chuckle. Then two chuckles...then a full on laugh. Success! I felt so much better that not only did he like it, I have a new fan. That puts my official count to 5!! Big timer people!!

...speaking of official. besides marketing whiz, my fiance is also a designer - he has done several websites for companies. Side not, he's also a painter and I have two painting up. Its so cool to be with someone who's artistic, unlike me. So I start to ramble how my blog isn't cool and I need a cool site for my cool posts, etc. This morning I wake up and BAM! I have my own domain. Yes, I know. Not only do I have my own domain, the man KNOWS me and my guilty pleasure...so I will present my new site:

http://realhousewifeofconcord.com/

Ahhh yes people. Real Housewife of Concord. He knows how long I've been wanting the show to come to the east bay so I can audition....and show off my finest Forever 21 bling....but instead, I got the next best thing.

Now I shall have you know - she ain't done yet. We still have to pull all my posts over and of course get her all bedazzled, but she's coming. And all of my 5 followers better make the switch too. I'll let you know when she's all done.

Just like that. I'm now a big time blogger. Oh yeah.

chicklets

2011-09-14T09:46:00.000-07:00

Kirk and I are very aware Chico doesn't have a lot of teeth. That may be why he has to get grapes cut into fourths for him and why 99% of most doggie treats are too big for his little mouth.

We tease him a lot about his tiny/non-existent teeth. Well yesterday afternoon, I took full advantage of being lazy and not going to the gym by cuddling with the woogies. I also took full advantage of him sleeping with his mouth open, just enough to get a glimpse of his tiny crooked teeth.

He is special.

The party

2011-09-13T15:25:00.000-07:00

So yes, this past Saturday Kirk and I had our official engagement party. We kept it fairly small - reserved only for immediate family and the bridal party with their significant others. My parents were the lovely hosts and while it started a smidge bumpy (I will not go into that) it turned out perfect. I was very thankful for all their hard work. It was a beautiful day and we enjoyed the sun in my parents huge backyard. We also enjoyed the drinks. Oh boy did we. Or maybe it was just me....? I kid, I kid. We all had a great time and followed it up with going to our local watering holes with a few friends....and sang. Oh did we. Including me and my sister...to Joan Jett. It was my idea, but in fairness, the second bar wasn't very busy, so I felt OK to drunkenly belt out a few tunes and not worry to much about it.

...talk about throwing caution to the wind.

I was up by 7am though craving all the leftover food. After sleeping beauty (aka Kirk) woke up - we ran to my parents house...stuff our face all day long and couch surfed watching HBO movies the entire day. If every Sunday was like that, I'd be in heaven.

I must say, I am one very, very grateful girl. Not a moment goes by where I don't know how lucky I am and there's no one else I'd rather share my somewhat unknown future with than with Kirk. I mean, not a lot of guys would claim their fiance after she just sang and danced her heart out in front of strangers. That's love.

Blog name

2011-09-08T14:42:00.000-07:00

I have considered re-naming my blog lately. I mean, given the fact I *sometimes blog at work, its sort of awkward to have this fat "Dear Diary" sign on my screen. I mean, I don't mind if someone knows I'm taking a 10 minute mental break. But for the love of God, my colleagues probably think I'm gushing about cute boys and who picked on me today.

It may be time to step it up. If I only was creative enough to think of a new name...

Sleep talker

2011-09-08T08:48:00.000-07:00

So I have a sleep talker on my hand and its not Chico. Yes, for the past two nights it appears Kirk is having a party in his dreams and I'm not invited.

Tuesday night 2am:
Kirk (sitting up):"F*CK YEAH!!!!"
Magie: first thinking we won the lotto, then realizing it was late - "babe what are you doing?"
Kirk: "nothing...I must be sleep talking" passes right out again.
**I sit there for the next few minutes...slightly scared of his outburst and the fact he's sleep talking. Kirk has no memory of it the next morning.

Wednesday night. Time: unknown:
Kirk: "LOOKING GOOOOD! THERE HE ISSSSS!!" (this is a joke amongst all friends and how they greet everyone)
Magie: "Babe, you're sleep talking again"
Kirk: "whatever, you're rude."

Lets see what tonight will bring!

I am a new woman

2011-09-07T08:04:00.000-07:00

So...if anyone has been wondering why I have been silent lately it is because....I am a crock pot macheene.
OK, so maybe that's not the real reason, but let me tell you my new hobby - dinner that cooks itself. Bam! Ever since I found http://crockpotgirls.com ANNND https://crockpotguys.com my life has changed. So let me back up a little bit.
I used to be a garbanzo beans out of a can for dinner, type girl. Let me put it this way...My mom gave me my very first mini crock pot years ago. I sat on it for months trying to figure out what to do with it. I eventually mixed my hair color in there then threw it away. For shame!
Once Kirk and I met and he had dinner at my parents house, he very loving said, "You WILL learn how to cook like this and I WILL love it." No pressure. Needless to say, I earned this rock on my finger and have been cooking away for two plus years.
The fact of the matter is, I like cooking. I love trying new recipes. I love serving my fiance a warm plate when he comes home, albeit no children involved yet, hence my "joy" for cooking. In fact, right now my only issue with cooking is the time management. I get off of work at 3:30pm every day. I'm an early bird, but certainly not by choice. I remember when i switched to this schedule I thought I would have all the time in the world. However because I cook new meals and meals we crave (i cannot boringly cook for the week) I go to the grocery store every day. I know, I know. The insanity. So by the time I'm home 4pm strikes. 4:15pm at the gym. 5:30pm to the grocery store...then the next thing I know, I'm cleaning up dinner and its like 8pm. I get off at 3:30pm - how does this happen!? Where does the time go?!
Any who. So as you can see, I'm always looking for a cheat. I quick, but fulfilling meal. Insert ----> crock pot. I used it from time to time, but dear lord, I never new the vast recipes I could "cook" all while really doing nothing. I get home from the gym, my house smells mouthwatering good and I trick Kirk into thinking I have been slaving away all night.
So as you can see - me and my crock pot are new BFF's. Thank you for giving me a good hour or two back to my day. Thank you for making me look like a cooking star, and all I had to do was chop up a few veggies. I love you. I love you crock pot. I see a real long future with us.

SSSSHHH!

2011-08-31T15:39:00.000-07:00

I can't believe I actually forgot to blog about this. Funniest thing to date I have ever heard or saw. Okay, maybe not saw. I mean, I did witness Kirk doing a backwards dance shuffle and literally tumbled into a live country band. But this was pretty funny. It was during our first night of camping at our first location where we actually had neighbors and had to be quiet.

Magie: ha ha ha (clearly laughing at something/someone)

Kirk: SSSSSHHHH! The neighbors are turning on/off their car alarm to tell us to be quiet.

Magie: what?

Kirk: SSSSSHHHH! They are doing the (pretends to be holding a car alarm clicker thing) weee-weee-weee-weee-wee-wee.

And with every "wee-wee" sounds he's doing the pushing down the alarm buttom motion. Apparently thats how a (quiet) car alarm sounds like.

Clearly catching him in one of those moments, I ask him to show me how the alarm went again.. By now he realizes how silly he looked like and I take that golden opportunity to ridicule and laugh at him for the next twenty minutes. But seriously...how did the alarm go?

Check, check, check (and written checks)

2011-08-30T09:33:00.000-07:00

So its been a bit since I've updated this thing. Funny thing is, I've actually updated it about 3 times or so, but never found the time to finish it up and it got lost in space. This time I will publish this post. Damn it.

So wedding things are quickly getting crossed off. Come to think of it, with my OCD I should have had a shotgun wedding. I am fabulous at getting things done quick when I start getting into the zone. So things done:

Dress is purchased. Dress is also purchased at twice the cost I thought I'd spend : / (Don't worry - Kirk doesn't read this.)

Photographer found, but not confirmed with a deposit. I'm so so excited about this person. I won't even begin to tell you how higher that budget ended up at.

Flowers - decided to do a do-it-myself approach (aka...every single dingle bridesmaid and mothers) the night before the wedding. Costco does wedding flowers...at like a tenth of the cost. Done and done. See, I CAN save money....or re-allocate at least.

and of course we know venue is done. So all the biggies are taken care of. One thing I cannot decide:

My colors. Grey and Purple? Grey and champagne? And orange? Or peach? For the love...I don't know! I think I will decide this once the bridesmaids dress are picked out.

Speaking of dresses. I feel loco for even bringing up the dress shopping to the girls so early. I mean seriously I am a year and a week away (but who's counting?) Yet, I have this inner desire to bask in the satisfaction of crossing things off my list - sort of like my friend/colleague, Debbie (Debbie, if you are out there...I'm envious of your crossing off abilities. I mean cleaning China? Really?) So I will try to hold off on sending the email to the bridesmaids...no matter how much I that un-checked box is glaring at me...eating away at my soul.

So that's my update thus far. Other than that, I've come to the conclusion that camping and living on a diet of beer, whiskey and sandwiches is NOT helping me loose my wedding day 10. Ok, actually, I don’t want to loose 10 as I prefer my ladies with a bumbum and boobies...but I'd like to loose at lease a solid 5. Which is as difficult as...well I don't know. But its really frickin hard for me to loose weight. I never gain...and I never loose. I always stay the same. Lame. Maybe I'll wire my jaw shut. Or maybe I'll jump off a bridge before I ever went that long without my beloved food.

Time has changed

2011-08-19T09:39:00.000-07:00

...so I was looking at some of my previous blogs. Whatever...its Friday, do I have to be THAT productive? Any way...looking at my previous posts, I was sort of shocked with some of the entries. Some moments of "wow, you really felt the need to share that?" What came to my biggest surprise is...I wrote in here at one time, Chico would not be living in the Condo with us. Are you kidding?! My little woogies!? I'll admit, Chico practically lives there...only because he thinks its just the best place on earth. I can thank my parents for making kirk and I look like lame asses for not having a huge backyard for him to run around in and feeding him homemade meals. In fact, I drop the little woogies to my parents house every morning on the way to work...as my mom is the last to leave and first to come home. And every evening when I come to pick him up...he takes one look at me, and runs his little butt into his dog house to try to hide so he can stay longer. And once we make it out of the house...heaven forbid I don't carry him out. If I put him down and turn my head away for just a split second, he goes running back to the house. As if I'm going to put him in a meat grinder when we get home! I can only imagine what my future holds with kids. You can't compete with grandparents.
It was also very cute seeing the first moments where you can tell Kirk and I started dating. Happy to say, that spark is still there and we have not become old stale people...yet. Although I look forward to the time in our lives where we just become old and stale. And Bingo is the big event on a Friday night.
Weird seeing on here my transition from STL and CA. I feel like I never left CA, but I always think about and miss my house in STL. Call me crazy, but I liked it out there.
So maybe this blog does serve a purpose, rather just a forum for blabbing about nothing. Will always remind me where I've been, where I'm at and where I'm heading.
So far, I like how its all shaping up.

Attire

2011-08-18T08:06:00.000-07:00

When you are a gym person, you always wonder how some people look like outside of the gym. Or at least I do any way. Maybe its because I'm hoping people really don't think I always have an afro in a bun, or wear tight pants (actually, that is true), or wear tight hot pink tanks all the time. :- /

...any who. So last night I go into the "Elite" Sports Authority by myself. Yes, I asked why it was Elite. Apparently its because they don't carry anything other than apparel stuff and carry only high-end names. Good. If I'm paying top dollars, I don't want to be seen in the same room as those low-life's non-Elite Sports Authority people. Apparently they are also super cool in that they have a treadmill and they video tape you running to test your gait. And while I have no idea what that word means (but of course I was like "oh my gait, awesome!"), I do know it has something to do with how you run, and shoes to correct imperfections. I am just the person for this type of thing...as my feet aren't straight forward, they are off to the side when I run. So after 45 minutes, 4 shoe testing on the tread, I find my match. Pair of Nikes. Its like walking on a marshmellow.

So I go running home (not literally), all proud of myself and all my new awesome abilities I'll have because of new sneakers. As soon as see Kirk I confidently show him my new shoes. His response "WOW! Those are really bright!" I guess in my excitment, I failed to notice the colors were grey, bright green and bright pink. And they almost looked 70's. With my shattered ego, I put the shoes back in the box and say "whatever..its all about functionality."

...The gait told me so.

some FOOD for thought

2011-08-18T07:47:00.000-07:00

If pork butt is not actually butt, then why do they call it that?

Based on feedback from colleagues, I started cooking pork for the first time…like twice. It’s the other white meat.

I went to a farmers market to get a roast, and unknown to the vendor about my new pork cooking streak, told me all the disgusting things about pork.

I have not had pork since then.

You really CAN taste the difference in grass fed beef.

Grass fed beef is really expensive, I get mine from Costco. : (

Carne Asada tacos are my new thing. Cilantro, tiny bit of cheese squeeze fresh lime. Yum.

I truly botched a meal for the first time about a month or two ago. Mango coconut chicken. What it came out = mango chicken soup. I threw it away as soon as I made it.

More? Yes please

2011-08-16T15:01:00.000-07:00

In case I didn't think planning a wedding would be enough for me to do over the next 12 months... Or attempting to keep up with the never-ending work pile. I have added looking to buy a home to my to-do list. Smart? Meh, that may be subjective. Necessary? Well that can be subjective too. However, now that I am looking at marriageville head-on...and looking at the housing market collapse (bonus for new buyers), and looking at our little (emphasis on little) nest egg....well I think this may be our time to shine. In fairness, we actually got the pre-approval letter before we got engaged...so its not like I intentionally packed it all in at once. But thats where the leaves fell (is that the right saying? I don't know)

I will admit, neither of us are in a huge rush to move...but we figure if the perfect house comes at the perfect price and at the perfect time...why not? Well, there are always a lot of "why not's." Why not? Cause moving sucks major, you know what. Well as it turns out, thats the only "why not" I can think of. But its a big why not. I'm rambling now. So I will stop.

In other news, I have been wanting a new pair of sneakers for the gymmy gym gym and apparently I can't carve 1 hour out of my day to get er done. Luckily today is not my cardio day. I'm going to incorporate crossfit type things into my workout tonight, which I absolutely hate. I hate jumping/bouncing around. This includes burpees, jump squats, jump rope...jump squats on that block thingy. I hate it all! The horror just thinking about it! But, a girls gotta do, what a girls gotta do. The reward? Homemade carne asada's. And yes, I will be thinking about this every second at the gym.

Whatever it takes, right?

Blasting through

2011-08-11T08:21:00.000-07:00

I am blasting through my wedding to do list. Dress - found it! It is 100% me and I want it. NOW. Alas, I will have to wait until Aug. 20th before I trot my little* self to San Fransico to go try it on. My sister had one piece of advice to give me, and I'm trying to not read too much in to it. Her advice: "make sure your make-up and hair look really good that day."

I question that statement as I sit here with my wet hair in a bun, no mascara because of allergies and pretty sure all my lipstick came off while drinking my tea.

Aaaahhh. Fair enough, sister. Fair enough.

*Need to loose 5 lbs ASAP.

The Date

2011-08-09T08:05:00.000-07:00

September 7th, 2012. That is the day. That is the day I ditch my Khalafallah last name and become a LaSala.

The venue?! remember me saying I wanted nothing to do with a hall or ballroom, etc.? Yah, well, I completely sold out. As it turns out, I sort of like the convinience of a modern ceramony site. Not only that, it turns out I REALLY like that I get a coordinator to figure out food/beer/wine/cake/DJ/ceramony/reception/set-up/tear down/everything you could possible think of outside of flowers and photographer. Yes people. I want to enjoy this day, not feel like its a job.

Plus when I was talking to this hubby and wife (owners), I could tell these peeps knew their stuff. From working at an event planning company to talking to wedding event planners it was quick to see I would be in good hands. Sign, sealed and delivered. Literally. Like before I walked out of the place.

Scary part?? Well Kirk wasn't with me. Yes, while I was shopping venues, Kirk was ab diving in Mendicino. Needless to say, I was a bit nervous how he would react when I'd say, "hey babe...here's the date and time...just show up." However, in usual Kirk style he was calm and very, very excited. I think some of that excitment stemed from the fact he really didn't like the other venue I was leaning towards, but still. So we'll be off to the venue again this Saturday for Kirk to take a look at it. I mean, he's seen pictures, so its not like he has no clue what to expect. I'm not that bad people.

So thats it. Ceramony in the gardens with an indoor reception.

On to the next....the dress!

Possible?

2011-08-04T07:21:00.000-07:00

Today I show Kirk and my mother the wedding venue I did a site inspection and have been eyeballin' and contemplating whether or not that's "the spot." Very excited and nervous. Excited because it may be the spot, nervous because what if they turn to me and say "you have incredibly horrible taste."

...Its do or die people. Either this or I am back to square one. And I' really getting sick of searching hundreds of places online and driving to the select few only to find something wrong with them. Lets hope this cozy lodge hits the spot.

Signed,

Corporate meeting planner by day, wedding planner by night.

I gotta have more cowbell

2011-08-02T12:13:00.000-07:00

So this blog may very well turn into a wedding planning blog for the next 12 months as I can clearly see already it will consume my life.

...so Kirk and I are not ballroom type people. We're not country clubs, golf courses, hotels or halls. I have a vision. An old house, a historic mansion...a FARM HOUSE. Yes...a farm house would be a perfect fit. Out in the middle of nowhere...twinkling lights...everyone dancing underneath the stars...these wickedly cool tin can lighted centerpieces I'd make which I found on the best website. That's us. That's what we are about.

...however we are not about the $50,000-$80,000 price tag that comes with it. What the F!?! Its a farm house people...a BARN for crying out loud. Why so much? We'd have to provide virtually everything yet I can't find a rental...just a RENTAL under $10-$20k.

Which leads me to believe I need to quit my job, build a barn and start slanging weddings.

This girl got engaged.

2011-08-01T11:23:00.000-07:00

Yes, its true. Engaged. ME! Who would have thought?! Certainly not my mom and dad for many, many years. But ALAS, I have found my match. He's the best....he's handsome, he's smart...he loves me, he's funny...sometimes to my expense and he is the best thing I've ever laid eyes on...at the age of like 12. He may kill me, but can anyone say, first kiss?? Yes, its true...we even shared a first kiss when we were in middle school. Sappy, I know.

The engagement? Boy was romantic. A getaway to Mendocino. A beach proposal. Did it go according to plan? No. Not really. Mainly because he put the ring in a cooler on ice with a bottle of champagne. But, if you know a Khalafallah you know we are hungry girls. So of course the second I see cooler, I think food. And flung my greedy, hungry little hands on it to open it up. Of course I almost had a heart attack when I realized what was in it, literally contemplated how I was going to eat now...then of course came the romantic part. Yep...he popped the question. So sure I cut the proposal down to like the first two seconds we got on the beach, but still. It was perfect...perfect that it didn't go according to plan and it went down very much as a Kirk and Magie proposal would go down.

The official first engagement picture. Please note I clearly did not realize my wind-blown hair all over Kirk's face. More consumed with the ring on my finger.

and yes, I reenacted the proposal...so this is what I found:

...it was no ham and cheese sandwich that was for sure.

blah, blah

2011-07-20T12:46:00.000-07:00

I cannot stand wearing tennis shoes other than for working out.

I ate a burger last night from the Home Depot food truck. : /

Filthy Fifties are in my future tonight and I'm not excited about it.

Had wine at Va Da Vi last night. Love that place. Closes at 9pm. : /

My mom babysits chico every day.

Not scared of being in a ocean or large body of water.

VERY scared of slightly steep hills at a stop sign or light. May or may not have caused tiff's in the past.

I'm going to do Paleo. I'm going to do Paleo. One day. Soon.

Frozen yogert is my new thing (not paleo). With sprinkles. I've had a total of 3 times this summer.

Do we call it summer when it has been cold for the majority of it?

Really magie, really?

2011-07-18T13:46:00.000-07:00

Oh the shame and horror of how long its been since I've blogged. Why? Why do I deny my blog of all my random thoughts? So much has changed. So many wonderful and positive things. Lets start with the biggest and best.

I have a nephew. A N-E-P-H-E-W. In your face Khalafallah/Berkeley girls - boys CAN exist in this family. Just needed a little bit of the Irish/Moylan blood. Since he's joined us April 9th - I've been head over heels. Free babysitting services any time. I don't even mind when he pukes on me...every single time. He's the apple of my family's eyes. No, we have not forgotten our darling girls, Amaya and Jasenia. But something is really special about a first boy. And something is really special about Toren Finn. For starters, the boy doesn't have a drop of Egyptian in his body. When he came out - we all laughed...laughed and in our most lovable racist way, said "OH MY GOD...He's so WHITE!" And that he is people. His pink skin, reddish hair and for the longest time, non-existent eyebrows come 100% from daddy and makes us laugh and love him even more. I would plaster pics all over here, but this boy is top secret. No slanging pictures around here...without having the paparazzi pay up.

Well, now thinking back...December til now that may be the only new thing around these parts. I still have Chico...my lovely furry baby. Who is still consistently up to no good and bossing me and Kirk around. Speaking of Kirk...we STILLLL together!! What can I say...I love him to bits. Plus, I need someone to man the BBQ since I'm too scared of propane tanks.

I STILLLLLLL work at my company, so hey...that's good. Went to Greece earlier in the year...that was fun and fattening.

...and speaking of fattening, I'm still a gym rat. Not by choice though - by necessity. No boyfriend 15 for me please. I have stepped it up though by going from 3-4 days a week to 5-6 days a week, so that's fun...and incredibly boring. I am going to try CrossFit this Saturday. I have NEVER....EVER been scared of any workout, including bikram, but I'm horrified of this class. Mind you, I've been working out with a trainer 3 days a week for 8 weeks...I'm feeling good. I feel in shape. But something tells me I'm going to walk into that class, immediately regret it, immediately feel like a 300lb whale trying to do 100 burpeess and I may cry in the corner. OK, so not that bad, but it does look bad. I wonder if anyone has ever died?

So that's it. That's my measly update after 6-7 months. Once again, I will try not to neglect this site. I love to write....so I'm going to try to do more of it. Plus, I'm really funny and witty. People don't tell me that all the time, I tell myself that. Since I can't post pic of baby Moylan, I give you the next best thing:

Christmas cookies and holiday tarts!

2010-12-07T17:46:00.000-08:00

Tis the stupid effin season. Yes, yes…while I admit I am quite the Grinch for the holidays, I HAVE been trying…..and I mean trying to get into the spirit by doing the following:

- I got a real x-mas tree! And decorated it!

- I got poinsettias. several of them. Little ones. Big ones. Ones with glitter. Glitter people!

- I got a mini xmas tree…with….GLITTER! GLITTER PEOPLE!!!

- I have spent more money on myself than I have on x-mas gifts, thus far. Oh come on…you know it happens

As you can see….this narcissistic SOB can get into the holiday spirits! Do I like the songs, no. do I like the colors….no. Do I like the shopping/spending part, hell no. But I do like pretending that I like Christmas….so I better play the role of a warm, loving, x-mas making macheene, woman.

Thanks....giving.

2010-11-15T11:16:00.000-08:00

Thanksgiving is my favorite…I mean favorite time of the year. What could be better? Food, wine, close friends and family….food, wine. Oh wait. I already mentioned that. OK, so basically I’m in love with food and wine…so SUE ME! But I also love the smell of fall, the colors of fall…fall clothing, despite the fact its 5x more expensive than summer clothing. I just love it all. Sure, maybe I’m a bit spoiled in the fact…I enjoy all this yummy food, without lifting a finger, but still. This year, I’m determined to make a dish to bring to my mothers. I hate doing that because…my cooking just doesn’t compare, so I’d rather not try at all, then try and fail…but no. I’ve been doing well for my standards in the kitchen, and I will force everyone to lie to me and tell me how great of a cook I am.

Just a little over a week – I will be loosening up the pants and eating my little, greedy…heart out. So excited.

Times are changin'

2010-11-09T12:07:00.001-08:00

I have noticed my taste in music has changed quite a bit since I’ve moved back…mainly because the radio out here….especially hip hop/rap…sucks ass. The radio sucks in general here. But also, there is another reason…sometimes I feel like I’m too old. : / like I get embarrassed if another car was to hear what was in my car playing. I know, its weird, but its how I feel. But I will say, my gym…its mainly hip hop for my workouts…But I carefully hand pick all those songs to download…and even then, I get bored really easily with it. But still…it energizes me enough to get thru my workouts. I never understood how people could listen to mellow music the entire time. I mean, I can zone out to a few songs…but if there are too many mellow ones in a row, I just get lazy.
Another thing I feel too old for is certain clothing. I’ll admit, I will shop BP every now and again at Nordys…but if you are 28 years old shopping in the Junior’s department, or squeezing into forever 21 stuff…its just not right. Like every now and again I could score a cute shirt from there…but in no way shape or form is that my “go to”. The same I feel goes for labels like “hurly”, “volcom”, “fox”….seriously. Just stop. We’re too old for that kind of clothing. I understand this age is weird, where we still can party just as hard, or harder when we were younger, but we know we also find more grey hairs and winkles than we ever did. Its like the too young to be old….but too old to be young, age. But seriously…the clothes should truly match the age. And in reality, we are not young. So please…act/dress accordingly.
This is another thing I think age should change…and its one I struggle with a lot. Swearing. I like some swearing, just not every other sentence. Its needs to be a fine balance from telling a funny or dramatic story…to just sounding like a trashy 14 year old. Some days I fail…but I at least try to be aware of it.
Too much make up. That is a serious no-no for getting older. It makes you look cheap and older. So as I’ve gotten older, I have most definitely retired those bright, eye shadows in exchange for much more subtle/natural looking make-up. That was hard…because I just love make-up…but not the end results all of the time.
So as you can see, aging for me, is not going un-noticed. I notice everything. I know its because I’m getting older. My views are changing, my values are shifting, my expectations are growing…and I feel this is all surrounding age. I’m not complaining…in fact, I like it…but I’m also very aware of all these small, big and maybe even insignificant, changes.

The next generation of FB

2010-11-08T08:29:00.000-08:00

So....my parents FINALLY joined facebook!

Fingers Crossed

2010-10-24T09:17:00.000-07:00

Kirk left this morning at 3am for duck hunting...in a rickety boat. I woke up a few hours later to the howling sounds of the wind and trees....and visuals of the boat my boyfriend is on, tipping over. Sleep was over for me. So I turned on the TV. Sunday morning TV isn't what I remember it being when I was a kid....all sorts of great things to watch. Now its all about infomercials. And bad ones too. So I decided. Lets get active. That lasted about 5 minutes. I unloaded the dishwasher. Cleaned up our wine/beer bottles from our cozy Saturday evening. Checked out my beloved cream shag rug, to which boyfriend, while so intense in his new nikon camera and (clean) photo shoot of me last night, accidentally hit his entire red wine glass over on the rug. I looked up our local rug cleaner, closed. Secretly excited about this, because really I have no desire to be productive and we got most of the stain out any way. I'm debating the gym, but that sounds entirely too productive. I'm wondering if Sylvia still wants to go shopping, because that means I actually have to do something with myself. I thought about how I can con my parents into bringing woogies back home to me. And now, here I am. Rambling on my blog. So I think today will go as follow:

- Shower and do a Cellophane treatment

- Sit around on my ass watching bad TV

- Possible shopping trip

- Possible packing for Italy. But more than likely, no. No packing. I'm an advanced packer and it seems ridiculous to pack so ahead of time.

- Guilt myself for not going to the gym, but still not go to the gym

- Try out my new recipe for tonight.

- Sleep early for 6am wake up call for another day at work

So for all you party peeps out there who are actually being productive today. Go on with your badass self. I'm going to seize the gloomy day and hibernate.

2010-10-21T14:01:00.000-07:00

I am going to Milan. And Florence. In less than a week. Unlike my Barcelona trip where I sorta…for whatever reason…did not want to go…I am SO SO SO excited for this one. Cannot bring Kirk or a guest. But Italy…food, wine…beautiful men and women. Bring it. I plan to do as much damage to my waistline as I can in 5 nights. Good-bye gym…hello carbs. And more carbs. And liquid carbs in wine. Pre-clothes/boot/shoe shopping is done. Will my fashion sense still pale in comparison to others in Milan? Yes. Can I afford a new Italian wardrobe? No. But still…I look forward to seeing and learning a new things about a new destination.

…and it is times like this where I find myself saying…yes. Yes, I guess I do have one damn good job.

…let the fatass eating…….BEGIN!

Encounter at the gym

2010-10-08T09:23:00.000-07:00

Me: Wipe that look off your face, what are you so mad about?

Friend from gym: I'm not mad

Me: Well the next time you see me, friggin smile then.

**20 minutes later, another encounter..same person**

Friend from gym:: You know who you remind me of?

Me: Who? (thinking: Angelina Jolie? Some hot babe? An awesome person?)

Friend from gym:: The chicks from the Bad Girl Club

Magie: THAT IS DISGUSTING! Was that supposed to be a compliment?!?

Friend from gym: I don't know, are you mad at me now?

Me: No effin comment.

REALLY!?! The Bad Girls Club?!? I'm still laughing.

Thanks Auntie Bean

2010-10-06T20:16:00.000-07:00

**I promise I will stop posting songs/lyrics soon, but I'm finding too many newbee's to not share. Hopefully you enjoy as much as me**

You don’t need to change a thing about you babe
I’m telling you
From where I sit, you’re one of a kind
Relationships, I don’t know why, they never work you and they make you cry
But the guy that says goodbye to you is out of his mind
Well I been down and I need your help I’ve been feeling sorry for myself
Don’t hesitate to boost my confidence
I been lost and I need direction, I could use a little love-protection
What do you say, honey, come to my defense?
I’ll stand up for you if it’s what you need and I can take a punch, I don’t mind to bleed
As long as afterwards you feel bad for me
And you give me all of your attention I got deep desire and it needs quenchin’
I think that’s pretty plain for you to see
Hell, enough about me and more about you cause that’d be the gentlemanly thing to do
I hope you like your men sweet and polite
I thought I was done with telling you but I ain’t nearly halfway through
I got a few more things I’d like to say to you tonight
You don’t need to change a thing about you babe
I’m telling you
From where I sit you’re one of a kind
Relationships, I don’t know why, they never work out and they make you cry
But the guy that says goodbye to you is out of his mind
You always did kind of drive me crazy and pissed me off ‘cause I let it faze me
But I never wanted my time with you to end
Now I’m back in town for a day or two and mostly I came back just to see you
I’m leaving now but I don’t want to go
You don’t need to change a thing about you babe
I’m telling you
From where I sit you’re one of a kind
Relationships, I don’t know why, they never work out and they make you cry
But the guy that says goodbye to you is out of his mind

Is it a crime?

2010-10-05T20:53:00.001-07:00

....to not want to do a damn thing and just be a lazy ass for a bit? If so, lock me up and throw away the key!

On repeat.

2010-10-02T10:44:00.001-07:00

I feel it all

2010-10-01T14:58:00.000-07:00

"I Feel It All"
I feel it all I feel it all
I feel it all I feel it all
The wings are wide the wings are wide
Wild card inside wild card inside
Oh I'll be the one who'll break my heart
I'll be the one to hold the gun

I know more than I knew before
I know more than I knew before
I didn't rest I didn't stop
Did we fight or did we talk

Oh I'll be the one who'll break my heart
I'll be the one to hold the gun

I love you more
I love you more
I don't know what I knew before
But now I know I wanna win the war

No one likes to take a test
Sometimes you know more is less
Put your weight against the door
Kick drum on the basement floor
Stranded in a fog of words
Loved him like a winter bird
On my head the water pours
Gulf stream through the open door
Fly away
Fly away to what you want to make

I feel it all, I feel it all
I feel it all I feel it all
The wings are wide, the wings are wide
Wild card inside, wild card inside

Oh I'll be the one to break my heart
I'll be the one who'll break my heart
I'll be the one who'll break my heart
I'll end it though you started it

The truth lies
The truth lied
And lies divide
Lies divide

Anywhere is my office....

2010-09-24T07:46:00.000-07:00

Yes, yes. It seems my generation understands that point....and I will say, some of the older generations too. Some. We have laptops, computers, Iphones, blackberries, ipads and every other devise that help you accomplish work. Mind you, if I'm having one of those days that I'd rather get 1000 papercuts than face my workload (come on people, we all have those days), being in the office prob. wont solve that. I am one of those people who feel i work just as good at home, as in the office. But here are some (free) perks of working from home:

1. almost an extra hour of sleep. Really this can be just the end of the list, but there's more!
2. Woogies is here to keep me company. Kirk is too. But really he just ignores me and plugs away with his business partner.
3. I am far, far away from Nordstrom, Sephora and all the other fine shops. Which lately at work, I have been abusing our convenient location to just "run some errands"....aka buy crap I don't need.
4. Instead of shopping during lunch, I work out....thus giving me more time in the evening.
5. Days like today. My gas light is on...but alas! No struggle at 6:30 am to run to the gas station before work for fear of breaking down on the freeway!

To get further information, please indulge yourself and visit Workshifting

To get a good laugh, watch this video that was done by none other than Brent La Sala:
http://www.workshifting.com/2010/03/workshifting-etiquette.html

mellow out

2010-09-23T13:46:00.000-07:00

So today I decided I needed to become a hippy. I had some client budgets to do. I didn’t feel like…well talking, so I purchased a bunch of David Gray songs on itunes and put in my headset. As I’m totally in my own world, getting all romantic thoughts in my head, while plugging away on budgets, my boss IM’s me. Talk about a slap back to reality. Of course I joked and told him he was ruining my romantic time, and I have candles all around my desk to make sure my mood stays calm. He of course responds with he is blasting Metallica in his office and is screaming to everyone to “GET TO WORK.”

…but for those few moments alone, it was so peaceful.

Love is in the air

2010-09-22T13:46:00.000-07:00

Ok...so Chico. Time for a blog dedicated to Chico...aka Woogies....aka Woogs. See Kirk, Chico and I have been going to the dog park for quite some time. Woogies has made huge strides in that department, although his eyes do get twice as big and you just see his whole body tense up when a dog approaches him too fast. But still. He'll sniff dogs, chill out...every once in a while be forced into "playing"...better yet known as running for his life. But most of the time there are two things he's doing. Its watching other dogs play as he veggies out. Or humping. Yes. Humping. No people, he doesn't have his dangles still in tact...but its not a horny thing. Chico just needs someone more insecure than himself to pick on...and thats how he chooses to do it. You think that alone would be enough to embarrass the hell out of us. And it does. But he takes it a step further. See lately....well....how do i put this. lately....Chico has a fetish for humping....their faces. He straight grabs a hold of their heads and goes to town, while these insecure victims just sit there and take it. Of course we secretly allow this behavior to go on for a few seconds just to get a good laugh out of it before we break it up. But no, seriously. We are shocked. I don't know where he is learning this crude behavior.

what?

Shout out!

2010-09-22T12:42:00.001-07:00

Let me just give a shout out to Debbie for being my number 2 follower! You made me feel a little more cooler today. Soon....I will have my own fan club website.

...if I were a rich girl

2010-09-22T12:40:00.001-07:00

Things are pretty easy going in the Khalalafallah/LaSala household…yes, we know…it rhymes. What is not as easy going is my shopping. GOOD LORD…my shopping. Even I’m in shock. It all started when sister Nevine moved to SF….oh the boutiques. And how could I say no…they are one time deal pieces…no where else could you find them! I had to get them…right then and there. I did the city world wind shopping tour…twice. Ouchie on the banky. Then…I go to the beauty store to buy a curling iron. My hair is naturally curly, however does not hold a made curl…but still…I needed it. In the triple digit total later, I walked out wondering how in the hell I got duped into buying so much stuff….but at least I had that darn curling iron. Then I prematurely decide fall is here. No worries about the 90 degree forecast for this weekend (and I’m not lying)…fall is here mentally for me…and Ireally wanted to buy mums. And mini pumpkins and mini squash. I also hung my fall wreath. So now my house is all fall’ed out….while we are sweating pigs and hitting up the pool still. The straw that broke me was yesterday. I go to help….help friends/coworkers pick out their fall boots. Not for me to purchase anything. And I did really good. Until……. So I try a pair on, but WAIT! I even went as far as “I’ll come back for them”….that is until…..I hopped online to find them….and realized EVERY SINGLE store, including their own online store, had then priced $100 MORE than the in-store, non-sale price. Convinced the store has made an error and in fear they would soon catch their error, thus jacking my already expensive boots up an additional hundred…I run back to the store and purchase them. And shoe inserts so I don’t get pesky creases. ……ok and some boot shine. : /

Operation stay-in and don’t spend a penny beginsssssssss…..now.

Summer Love 2010

2010-09-08T13:55:00.001-07:00

Hi blog. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I have neglected you for so long. But the truth of the matter is…I was too good for you. Yes. While you were sitting here…useless…lonely. I was out frolicking the summer away. And quite the summer it was. Three camping trips, A Shasta trip. A yacht cruise. Two Saratoga trips, beaches…hiking (to the top of Mt. Diablo no less)...weddings…and birthdays. Yes, you missed a lot. I failed you. I failed to rant and rave about all my up’s, down’s and shenanigans….and there was a lot of them. One time, I cried because there were too many parties/out of town events that were too close together. I CRIED. Yes. Because my social life was too out of hand for hermit little magie and I didn’t see the end of it. But you know what – it was all a blast. From poison oak…to crutches…to laughs…to tans…we made it a very great summer. Of course you can’t end a summer like that without going out in style…So we’ll be ending in with 3 nights in Cancun and 3 nights in Riviera Maya. Life. Despite its crazy up’s and down’s…is damn good.

I also got way more into the gym again, which makes me super happy. I love the gym, despite how much my body fails me. I am always aching and in pain…but I pop a 600mg asprin and I get to it. Nothing is sexier than a good sweat.. 4-5 days a week of gym does a body and most of all, MIND good.

…but for the first time ever…I will say something I thought I never…ever would say. I am ready for summer to be over. Yes, it wasn’t a very hot one…but it was a good one. But I’m ready for those cold nights…sweat pants and cuddles. Lazy Sunday night football with the boys…followed by a lazy Monday night football. I’m ready to put away the BBQ food and start up the stove with warm yummy comfort meals. Come to me Fall…come to me. Yes, its no St. Louis Fall, but still. I’m ready.

Im pretty, oh so pretty....

2010-05-05T19:12:00.000-07:00

The latest and greatest blog peeps. With all its bells and whistles.

Name that tune....

2010-04-20T08:15:00.000-07:00

I live with my justice
I live with my greedy need
I live with no mercy
I live with my frenzied feeding
I live with my hatred
I live with my jealousy
I live with the notion
That I don't need anyone but me

dear diary

2010-04-15T09:13:00.001-07:00

If this was truly a dear diary. One with a lock and key, that I kept tucked underneath my bed, I would have a 10 page entry today.

But since this is not….This is all I have for the day. Possibly for a few days.

my lip gloss brings all the boys to the yard.

2010-04-13T14:12:00.000-07:00

Why. Why favorite Estee Lauder lip gloss did you prematurely leave me? After rania stole you from my mom. And I stole you from rania. Why? Its ok though…you may be my fav, but you can be easily replaced. With your twin no less. I know, I know…it may seem harsh. Too soon perhaps, but what can I say…I’m a sucker for shiny lips.

Hi Monday. I hate you.

2010-04-12T10:19:00.000-07:00

It is one blah of a Monday. This is not typical for me. Usually Monday is my favorite day. Yes I know I know….this is usually the opposite for people…but for me, I’m motivated. Refreshed! Ready to take on the week/world! Its by Tuesday where I realize I have to do this crap for another 4 days and it all goes downhill.

But this Monday is no bueno. Its raining…in fact, its pouring. Instant mood buster. Also, my body is freaking out on me, which is no big shocker considering I literally have the faultiest body ever built by god, or evolution from a monkey or fish for all I know. Maybe a faulty reincarnated flower.

Work. I can’t just seem to shake off some of my frustration. Am I doing myself any favors? No. Is life fair? No. Do I like my job most of the time? Yes. Its just been one heck of a week and I need to let it go, put a damn smile on my face and just continue.

Kirk. Yes, I’ll confide….thoughts of PR during Spring Break is just taunting me. I trust my man 100% but my brain just won’t give it a rest. Plus I want to punch every couple I see holding hands or semi happy because I’m jealous and I’m alone at the moment. Totally redic. behavior, but I never said I was perfect. Happy couple stories piss me off with jealousy. Horrid couple stories freak me out. I’m in a lose/lose situation at the moment, and the worst part is…I’m totally making it all up in my head.

Gym. See 2nd paragraph. Due to these issues, the gym is not an option. This kills me…especially this week when I have a lot of stress to blow off.

Chico. Yes, even my little angel did me wrong. He was a complete disaster this weekend in Clear Lake and I’m pretty sure he realizes it as he’s keeping a pretty safe distance from me, and minding his own. He was having a melt down, which was adding more melty-ness to his mom’s already growing melt down.

Maybe tomorrow will be better. Maybeee?

…Oh…well I guess to this negative nancy blog, I should say a few highlights:

It was so incredibly awesome to see the Chang’s again. But that’s another dedicated blog in the future…with pics. But first I need to pester Melissa and Nevine for pics, so I can write a proper blog.

Today isn’t ALL bad…I did get a really good laugh when I opened the sliding door for chico….who came at it full blast, and smushed his entire head and body right into the screen door. That was pretty effin funny. To his expense and ego.

Here’s to keeping the faith alive for a better tomorrow!

Is the mic on?

2010-04-06T11:05:00.000-07:00

It was brought to my attention by a special somebody that I only have one follower on my blog. I also know who this follower is, and know she hasn’t followed or blogged herself in months. This would leave my count to zero. But this doesn’t bother me, as I’m not really writing any of this for the “people”…its more for my narcissistic self. It allows me to just blab about things that would otherwise have no way to blab about and I can get away with it.

…..With or without judgment, I’ll never know.

stepping out

2010-03-15T14:56:00.000-07:00

Today....I purchased one of THESE!

I always thought i would feel like a jack A$$ wearing those and i sorta do...but whatevs...its summertime (soon. okay only spring, soon) and I liked it!

my name is magie and i'm 28 going on 80

2010-03-15T14:52:00.000-07:00

I made it to Barcelona – but not without some challenges:

Challenge #1: My flight at 6:15am out of SFO was cancelled. This was not music to my ears. I checked in at SFO. Flew to Seattle. Re-checked in at Seattle. Flew to Amsterdam. Re-checked in at Amsterdam. Young airport worker made me throw away my brand new dry shampoo for being .4 over the limit. I pouted. Flew to Barcelona. My driver. MIA. My frustration. High. I catch a cab and check into the W hotel.

Challenge #2: My workout. My only workout I was able to manage. I’m running, a bit weak, but doing it. I look down. My ankles. Now Kankles. My ego. Down the drain.

Challenge #3: The worst of them all. If it could make a noise, I suppose it would sound like this: biiiizzzzzz, zzzzzz, buzzzzzzz. It was my left side disk in my back…and the shooting pain down my left leg. At the time. I thought it was a blood clot and I was dying. What I find out after the trip (to which this went on my ENTIRE trip) sciatica. AKA – pinched nerve. Sure this put a damper on things…and yes I may or may not have shed a few tears. Yes, I am in physical therapy now and no I cannot workout for a while. But hey. Better than a blood clot. Right?

So despite those fairly small and large challenges, I did have a wonderful time. Looked at beautiful properties, venues and people. Gained 3 – 5 lbs in tapas and wine…and have sworn to myself that is a city worth coming back to.

In the end nothing, I mean absolutely nothing….beats being at home with the ones you love. ….and a dog that licks your face.

Barcelona Bound

2010-03-02T13:46:00.000-08:00

I am going to Spain. Tomorrow. At 6:15am. Meaning I’ll be up around 3:30am. Typically I get really excited to travel – even if it is alone. Although I always share a sense of guilt and loneliness when I walk into a nice hotel room and just wish I could share the experience with someone. Despite that bit of a sting, I always see past it enough to truly try to enjoy every minute I’m there.

However this time is different. I tried to get out of it. I cited heavy workload. I said I would not be disappointed if I couldn’t go. I pleaded that it was too short of a notice. But in the end, as I sat there trying to get out of it, I felt just as guilty not taking advantage of the opportunity I would otherwise not have. My dad asked if it was because of Kirk, I said no. That was sorta a lie. I get home sicky when I travel, now I’ll even be more home sicky. No chico. No Kirk. No comforts of home. While most people would call me a moron and remind me where I am going. I actually, do not mind my daily, sometimes mundane life.

There’s also one other thing. I’m scared of flying. Yes. I’ve been from Atlanta to Hawaii to Ireland to Prague. I’ve been to a lot of places. All via a plane, yet my fear does not subside. This is mainly because for a few years in my life I had reoccurring dreams of getting into a plane accident. And when I travel alone, the last thing I ever want to think is dying alone. To top it off, it seems Mother Nature is shitting on us, so with all these recent earthquakes, I’ve now put in my head a big earthquake hitting Spain while I’m there.

Additionally, I keep thinking about one other little worthless thing. I was supposed to go to Spain summer 2009. It conflicted with my best friends wedding. I passed. She told me I was crazy to do that. I told her there are always other trips and places, but only one wedding day to be there for her. As it turns out, that was a smart move in more ways than I ever thought. That weekend I landed in the ER getting one of my baby makers removed in an emergency surgery. I can’t even fathom what I would have done if I was in Spain. I’d probably be too embarrassed to ask for help, and by the time I realized the seriousness of it, I wouldn’t know what to do any way. Or who to call.

SO. Despite this negative nancy tone to all of this. Now that my trip is set, I am packed and ready to go….I am somewhat looking forward to this trip. Its Barcelona people! I get to see some historical sites, dine better than I ever dine on my own, and most importantly learn. Learn things about their culture, world and even, myself.

Here is to fingers crossed for a safe arrival and departure back home!

You're a let down lover, let down baby.

2010-02-18T14:00:00.000-08:00

Total let down. I finally decided to pony up some real cash and buy me a nice pair of sunglasses. The glasses of choice I went with was Maui Jim’s. Why you as? A. I had a 50% off card from there, which made the option of buying a $250 pair of sunglasses doable. B. I had a pair and they made everything so crystal clear, I loved them. They were short lived though. Two…maybe three weeks. I went to a bar in San Francisco – need I say more.

I get the glasses today and immediately I know we have problems. Yes, I do love HUGE sunglasses, and while they were not huge, they were the expected size. However the lenses. Oh, the shiny, shiny, glaring, reflective lenses. You ruined a perfectly sweet pair of frames. The real shocker came when I read that because I used a VIP 50% off card – no refunds allowed!! Except this cookie doesn’t take no for an answer – so with one simple call, escalated to a manager – sunglasses are being shipped back. Money is being put back on my card...AND they are shipping me out another VIP card for 50% off. Amen.

So what will I do with my new dough? Vibrams. Yes gang. It may be time.

Longing....

2009-08-06T08:53:00.000-07:00

I miss Chico. A lot. And I so cannot wait to spoil that little booger again...and give him kisses, and rub his belly and his chicken legs.

Since having 5-0 roll up on him...I thought my parents would ban him indefinitly. What did they do instead....borrow DVDs from a friend. Which DVDs you ask....The Dog Whisper.

I had mention this to them before, because while I know my little man is FARRR from perfect, it seems that the excessive problems and agression may be more coming from the "leaders" in the house. Not that I expect my parents to understand how to train him or react to some of his outburts...but this little guy...can easily win people over, rule the house and carry some bad behaviors.

Happy to report that since watching some of the shows, my parents have put their new learnings into play and said its working. So far, my dad is the "pack leader"....but since mom is left daily to look over chico, we'll need to get her on board too. My role will change since he has to live with my parents indefinitly...but I'll still treat him exactly as I did. Scold him when he's bad...only to run after to him and apologize profusely for hurting his feelings and give him hugs and kisses until his ego is restored.

drunk talks

2009-07-25T14:34:00.000-07:00

My boyfriend just called me from his bachelor trip to tell me he was having a blast and was hammered. I gave him glowing reviews on how sober he sounded and said if he didn't call himself out, I wouldn't have guessed at all. He started telling me how he doesn't get people that studder when they are drunk. Except, he studdered, on the word, studdered.

But that is reason #890457726 why i love him.

Happy Monday

2009-06-22T11:33:00.000-07:00

Things for today:

I get to see my boyfriend in a little over a week! This is huge and exciting because that means we will never, ever have to go that long without seeing each other again!! This may come to his dismay, as I am a handful...but its to my delight! HERE I COME BABY! har, har, har! =)

Im angry with the "finders keepers" mentality someone had at my gym when they stumbled across my ipod. You effin jerk. Just know that if you even try to sport my ipod and i see you...which I will know its mine do to a two colored ipod and earphones....I will walk over, rip it off you and punch you in your head for being a dishonest person.

My house is stressing the hell out of me. Just sell! Sell you stupid SOB! Its the cutest house on the block. Its a keeper! Its totally redone. Its reasonably priced...what is the hold up!?!?! I have a condo in CA to update and my house is holding us up!

I had a bit of a unhealthy bender this weekend. OK...not really. I ate a lot of soup...and sushi...but I did eat sour patch kids and a bag of cheesy chex mix...and that was disappointing. Although for the past week I've been CRAVING a sandwich at my small local grocery store with the chips and pickle they serve with it. I pass by that stupid store all the time and its tough to keep strong!

I'm addicted to TJ MAXX and Marshall. I graze the store often, scoring maybe 1 or 2 things at a time. But I feel in order to score big, I must frequent it all the time. This trend will worsen when I move. To my dismay, my friend also introduced me to a boutique in Concord last time I was home. I already see my wallet having multiple affairs at that place as well.

I'm starting to realize all the stri vectin, emu oil, olive oil, grapseed oil...wont get rid of my premature wrinkles. =( Nevertheless...I keep at it!

I love how much/hard my boyfriend can make me laugh. Being that we were forced to sit near each other in several classes during HS, I often got in trouble with my very loud and obnoxious laugh resulting from his jokes. My fondest, clearest memory was him sitting at his desk, unbuttoning his shirt except the very top button, all choloe like, and telling me how sore his abs were from doing a thousand sit-ups the night before...flexing and making "i'm in pain" grunting noises. Yes ladies. This is my man. I claim him. Back off.

My mom called me in a panic this morning at work. To tell me chico had a permanent boner that wasn't going away. I know this kind. It happened only once before and it made me scream in horror. To spare all the details, lets just say its NOT just the red rocket type. I told her to go splash cold water on it. Being the good mom she is, she did it, but said she was scared. Luckily that did the trick. Horny little pervert. Mom says "man...I mean, he didn't even eat breakfast yet...he just woke up and took his pillow outside". I guess dogs like a morning hump too. He fell asleep shortly after. Typical.

Updates on the little one.

2009-06-17T14:24:00.001-07:00

i'm happy to announce chico is very happy with his grandma and grandpa's. As he should be, cause he's pretty much looking at his new permanent home since the Condo I'm moving into doesn't allow dogs. This makes kirk a very happy man, although he won't directly rub this in my face. Who am i kidding. Yes he will. He threatens to make a Bar-B-Q-Chico and laughs at me when i squeal at that comment.

From what is being told to me, Chico spends most days chasing away my mom's beloved birds from all the bird feeders she has out for them. He shares meals with everyone (and mom's homemade cooking), and has not eaten dog food since the big move. He enjoys being one of the girls with my nieces, who pushes him in a stroller, stack chairs and put him on top and take him for a ride in their hot wheels. He lets the family and kids do what they want to him, and he's still a complete jerk to all neighbors and friends who come w/in a 10 feet radius of him or his new house or his new family. He goes on long nightly walks with my dad and mom and is learning that at night, he has to relax in his own bed next to the couch. He understands little doggies such as himself are not allowed upstairs, and only tries to sneak a peak when my mom is not looking.

My mom, despite the fact she said she never wanted another pet, has completely warmed up to Chico. Babies him to the fullest, cooks him his meals and washes him nightly. My dad, although always told me to "dump him" is even more fond of chico than my mom. Chico makes him laugh, gives him more reason to go on his nightly walks, and allows him on his lap at night during TV time.

Rania scares chico. chico wont mess with rania, but he loves her nevertheless. He just knows she won't put up with his shenanigans...and lord knows he has a lot of them.

I've heard nevine loves chico and would love to host him whenever my mom needs a break. However, nevine has a fat evil cat, thats like twice the size of chico and would eat him for supper. The last time chico encountered a cat, the cat slapped chico in the face and chico yelped and shamelessly ran back to me. We may have to schedule play dates elsewhere.

I on the other hand, as you can see - is still completely obsessed with my little squirrel and I cannot WAIT to see him in just a couple weeks. Even though we may not be living together, I will always go and visit him, play with him...and feel good that he's in a house, where someone is with him all day, and giving him all the attention and love he so very well feels he deserves. And he does.

Chico has the life I want.

say it aint so....

2009-06-12T11:55:00.001-07:00

The official AKC standard for the breed describes the Chihuahua as “A graceful, alert, swift-moving little dog with saucy expression, compact, and with terrier-like qualities of temperament.” However, some Chihuahuas carry “saucy” and “terrier-like” to extremes and are grumpy, haughty, or downright nasty when provoked – and provocation may come easy.

The tendency to be temperamental, a reputation for being suspicious of everyone but his owner, and a clannish dislike of any breed but his own makes the Chihuahua an unsuitable pet for households with small or boisterous children. On the other hand, he may be perfect for an elderly couple or individual, a pet owner who loves to pamper, those who live in apartments, and those on limited incomes.

Unfortunately, the Chihuahua’s innate curiosity, intelligence, and loyalty to and affection for his owner often get lost in the oft-repeated description of the more prominent features of his temperament, but in the right circumstances, he is a wonderful companion.

At home the Chihuahua is curious and mischievous. Left to his own devices, the little guy might decorate the entire house with a roll of toilet paper, make confetti out of the mail, or commandeer your bed or favorite chair as his own. Although he is not much bigger than a minute, he could also wind up as master of the household, for he can manipulate owners with great finesse.

I'll never call it the "yay area"

2009-06-08T11:27:00.000-07:00

I'm moving. I'm excited, nervous, anxious, scared, happy and sad all at once. Here is why:

Things I will miss about STL:
- MY HOUSEEEE! =( Sentimental attachment when you buy your first house and feel like a big girl.
- Honestly...hot sticky summer nights. Call me crazy, but i dig the humidity.
- Gas prices/my $13 dollar hair cuts from my great hair dresser
- Dillards (BCBG/Max Mara section to be exact) and affordable boutiques
- MICHELLLE! And her possy of awesome friends!!!! Truly awesome group of people if I've ever known awesome! Thanks for not judging me after whiskey #527!!
- My coworkers. The ones that I will miss already know who they are
- CWE. I heart my old hood. I had coffee there alone this weekend. God, it such a great neighborhood.
- The botanical gardens and the jazz fest out there...which i never fully took advantage of.
- Being on my schedule and my schedule only.
- Smoking in bars. God bless you. I gave you so much hell about that when I first moved here...but I warmed up to it. (FYI...I'm truly not a real smoker...however, find me in a bar, and you'll probably find me with a cig in hand)

Things I will NOT miss about STL:
- Being alone....all the effin time!
- Long stupid winters!
- High grocery prices!
- Being in the middle of the country!
- Not being close to EVERYTHING...ie. Napa, SF, Tahoe, SD, anything really.

Things I'm looking forward to home:
- FAMILLLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYYYY!
- FRIIIIEEEEENNNNNDSSSSS!!
- KIRRKKKKKKK! ( I heart my boyfriend)
- Beautiful weather!
- Mt. Diablo as my backdrop!!! Potential hiking trips!
- San Francisco!
- Potential girls night!
- MOM'S HOMEMADE COOKING!
- TACHI SUSHI!!!!
- Bodies of water at my disposal! Including...A BEACH!
- Awesomely bad dive bars! (hello Captain's Chest)
- Spending time with...DANICA! (and my bff, CORI!)
- Lake Almanor trips
- Not spending holidays alone...including Christmas!
- Better TJ MAXX!

Things I'm not looking forward to:
- High gas prices!
- Ridic. rent for redic. small apartment!!
- TRAFFIC!
- No talking w/out headset in car...LAMEEEE!

As much as I ripped on STL...I can honestly say, STL is not bad. At all. I actually sorta like it (maybe love if I had my fam/friends here). Its just not home. Home is where the heart is, and that is the bay area for me. What is a house, when you live alone (and no one to invite over)? What is a good time, when not shared with your closest friends? What is accomplishments, when there's noone to celebrate with? I want to be around my friends and family that I know when they look at me...they know me...we share history, stories and a shared love. I'm leaving behind a lot, but I'm gaining so much more. From the second I moved here, I had a very hard time adjusting. Home was always missed. I did things so I wouldn't have idled hands...work, school, gym...house/yardwork......spoiling Chico (although this will continue no matter what)....anything to keep my mind busy so it didn't fall in the self-pitty gutter. I thought for a long time about moving home...I waited and waited. I knew at some point I'd be back. Things happened where I couldn't wait any more. Its time to go home. Spend my life with the people I love and move forward.

Good bye mid-west. Hello.....BAY ARRRREEEEEAAAAA! Ha! yes, yes, yes!!!! 925/510/415 Yes, yes! Concord, Dub C, pleasant hill! yes, yes! Treat blvd./YV road! yes, yes!! 99 cent stores filled with groceries from Mexico (HAHAAA!), yes yes!!! Seeing Mexicans/Asians/blacks/whites/idians/gays/straights all over the place..yes, yes!

Seriously. I'm so excited I sorta want to throw up.

...annnnnnd scene!

a day in the brain....

2009-06-05T11:16:00.000-07:00

I'm angry today. Down right mad about certain things that are not in my control. I can hear my boyfriend saying so clearly in my head "babe. Don't worry about it...everything will work itself out...its fine"....yet I'm still angry. I envy his calmness. I dislike my anxiousness. Completely realize this does me no good and gets me absolutely nowhere...but still, the feelings manifests in me. Things I will do to get through today:

- Exercise. good way to blow some steam. or not fret over my weight at least.
- Potentially yell while talking to my dad no less than 6 times for no good reason. he will remain calm and ignore my outbursts. This may or may not make me yell more and louder.
- Clean. Because when I'm stressed - cleaning feels good.
- Remind myself its not so bad, but then remind myself some people are effin retarded and get mad all over again.
- Remind myself it will be ok. but then freak out over worst case scenarios.
- Engage in wishful thinking

Once I conduct myself with those worthless activities. I will veg. Except this time I will veg out dogless which will spark up a new set of emotions. They may consist of the following:
- Being happy and upset that my dog is so happy at my parents house, and not more sad and missing me
- Hating the peace and quite a dogless house has to offer
- Wondering if he will remember me when I see him in July
- Get mad at myself that I've just inadvertently gave my parents my dog due to pet rules at condo.

This last question will spark a full blown panic attack:
- what if I don't' get to move into the condo?
- What if my house doesn't sell by August
- Convince myself I'm not that lucky and my house will not sell by August

This is when I will come full circle to how this anger began in the first place. To then I remind myself of things I'm grateful for
- My boyfriend
- My family and friends
- Living in a state I love
- My job. A job period that provides a paycheck.
- My small to medium size boobies (so vein)

I will then wait for a call from my love (which i may get anxious during the waiting period) which will lead to me talking too much about my spastic brain and the things that went through it today. He will be good boyfriend and listen (or pretend. And that's all i really need). My day will end with me gushing over him telling him how much i love him and how thankful I am.

The end.

What it comes down to....

2009-05-14T20:00:00.000-07:00

Birkram solves stress issues.
Kirk solves love issues.
Chico causes major issues.

Thank you and good night.

Sometimes life isn't all fun and games....

2009-05-11T14:02:00.000-07:00

my to do list:

Monday
Work hard at work until 5pm
Tutor in math after work
Create timeline for rania
Sleep

Tuesday
Work hard at work until 5pm
Run to class - take 2 hour final
Come home, finalize PHL paper
Study the paper
Sleep

Wednesday
Work...finalizing deadline
Run to class - take 2 hour PHL final
Cry
Sleep

Thursday
Work - Huge project due
Bikram at 7pm (IF i'm lucky)
Sleep

Friday
Work - send soft copies out
Gym
Cry - but the happy, thank god this week is over, cry
Sleep

Saturday
Bikram/gym
Facial
Clean my house/ mo' laundry, mo' laundy, mo!
Sit and stare at a wall (or chico) without an ounce of thinking involved
Sleep

Sunday
Gym
Mow lawn, plant flowers, Hose down patio, driveway, walkway
Wax
Pack
Sit in front of tube with not an ounce of thinking involved

The end.

Drama in Glendale and some love, love.

2009-04-28T07:10:00.000-07:00

After months of non-blogging activity I have this to say: .....I was so proud of myself this morning for sleeping in, but still leaving the house on time that I decided I would treat myself to starbucks considering I have a gift card there. I shreked when I realized the one right by my house closed down. Literally gasped. BUT...then I realized, there was another one about 4 buildings up.

In the end, I opted to not take the 10 extra seconds and just came into work. Where I purchased my starbucks coffee in our cafeteria.

Thank goodness for corporate product overkill.

In other news....I dont write on my blog much because, well...I'm just happy. Extremely happy. I guess I have a tendency to only write when something is bothering me. I should write when I'm happy too, so its more balanced...but I don't wanna be "that girl" that just boasts and brags about how great things are. Although seriously...I just want to boast and brag about how great things are. Life, Love, Family, Friends = Happy. I have family who supports one another. We fight, We laugh...but we stick together. I have friends (believe it or not!) who I can count on no matter what. We have been there for one another - without an ounce of judgment or biases. And of course last but certainly not least (and my personal favorite), I have someone who melts my heart and who I completely admire, respect, adore. There is no way I can possibly put into words what this man has done just by being in my life. But i'm just very thankful.

So there you have it. Sorta. There's always so much more inbetween. Many details...many personal things...but i figured I'd write in my stupid blog and give an update. Today is a mushy blog. Tomorrow may be highlights such as: "Chico tinkles on my feet yet again!" OORRRR "why I want to make love to a rice krispy treat!" Whatever it is, count on the fact it will be spectacular. But for now....for today...I'm waving around my full heart around shamelessly.

"till next time.........which will hopefully be sooner than the last time.

Having a case of the Monday's

2009-03-02T23:14:00.000-08:00

You are the Best Thing

Baby...
It’s been a long day, baby.
Things ain’t going my way
you know I need you here
here by my side
all of the time

And Baby, the way you move me its crazy.
it’s like, you see right through me, you make it easier,
You please me and you don’t even have to try.

oh because,
you are the best thing
ever happened to me

Baby,
We’ve come a long way, baby.
you know, I hope and I pray that you believe me
When I say this love will never fade away

oh because
you are the best thing
ever happened to me

Now both of us have known love before,
To come on up promising, like the spring, just walk on out the door.
Our hearts are kind and are hearts are strong.
well, let me tell you what exactly is on my mind.

you are the best thing
you are the best thing
you are the best thing
ever happened to me

The low down theory....

2009-02-25T13:08:00.000-08:00

My title makes absolutely no sense and does not go with my actual blog...cause that is how GodDAMN creative I am.

I / I'm probably.....

- The worlds biggest kiss ass to the teacher....and for some reason I think this gives me bragging rights. In fact, it does.
- Eating chocolate as I should not be doing...and wonder what kind of body I'd have if I never got hooked on that brown substance.
- In love with the best man on earth
- Most excited about this.
- Holding back all the the things I really wanna spew out about this man. For sake of online blogs. FOR SHAME!
- Too vein. And critical. And harsh. On myself. But whatever...I just call em "standards" to make sure I don't ever fall off the bandwagon and let myself go.
- Going to go shopping this weekend...cause that's super smart when your job is in limbo. Stressing out about the possibility of not having money = spending the money you currently have. Good job mag....super smart. High five!
- Attached to semi materialistic things. And need to stop...because soon, hopefully, I'll be shedding it all off and starting over.
- Looking forward to April. No, no. I'm really looking forward to it. Prolly going to make a x-mas paper chain to hang in my cube. Cause I'm cool like that.
- Going to make fun of you at some point of knowing you. In the most lovable way. Maybe. Or it may just be that I don't like you. I kid, i kid...i like everyone. (that is probably a flat out lie)
- Staying sober the entire month of March. I use the term "sober" lightly. A girl has gotta have her wine every now and then...or every other day...but whatevs. I'm just sayin'....
- The most fidgety person I know...so much I gotta sit in the back of the room in presentations, so I won't be a distraction to others. =( Cause that's a real cute attribute to have.
- Voice 10% of my actual feelings/thoughts to the majority, and 100% to a certain few. Sometimes I feel like I'm an open book...but then sometimes I feel like the real/other sides of me are reserved for the nears and dears.
- Dance in my car a lot, but always tone it down at stop lights. Cause why just drive....when you can have a mini-party on the road? For reals.
- Have cried to the animal shelter commercials...on several occasions. Go ahead...laugh away.
- Could live off pita and hummus and be content. Same goes for seafood.
- Enjoy using the lingo/term "suspect" as in..."cause that's not suspect"
- Done with this list.

Something happened....

2009-02-09T13:59:00.003-08:00

and everything changed. In a really, really good way.

yah...just wanted to make sure you didn't call....

2009-01-22T18:49:00.000-08:00

You ever have those times in your life, where your phone hasn't rang in so long, that you start to think maybe its broken...? And you would test it, but you know the sheer fact of the matter is, your going to feel like a total douche bag when you realize its working just fine, so you decide not to test it. And like every time you look at your phone, your just as stunned as the first 100 times you checked it that there are still no missed calls....

And then you wonder if its just because everyone is busy like you, and you'd consider the idea of actually making a call yourself, but you decide to hold your ground...about something your not even sure what your holding your ground for.

....yah, I might be having one of those times.

Creepy....

2009-01-19T12:45:00.000-08:00

Ewww, I just saw a blog I must have written after a few too many glasses of wine over the weekend and had to delete it. I had to delete myself. Shameless writing when I'm feeling too open and honest is not a good thing. I'm kinda embarrassed. I must scan this thing more often to make sure nothing sneaks up on me again.

In recent news!!! Now that I finally signed up for this blog account, I don't really feel I have a damn thing to say. Hey...that's fun!!

Alrighty then...I think I'm done here.

...and one more thing

2009-01-15T19:00:00.001-08:00

I really need to look in the mirror more often. After a very, verrry long cry fest last night, I watched some old Sex in the City shows, and fell asleep somewhere around 1am.
I was most pleased with how I looked this morning - not too many bags, not so red and swollen.
....however if I'd taken the time to take a gander at myself throughout the day, I would have realized this changed. I looked like I was on my way to a healthy layer of pink eye and underneath my eye was the color of something that matched coal, or a deep, deep sea of purple.
Ahhhh yes, come get some ladies and gentlemen.

Poor music taste...

2009-01-15T18:38:00.000-08:00

Anyone knows me, knows I like all types of music...however I'm much to lazy to seek out the independent, smaller groups and rely heavy on the radio and whatever anyone feels like sharing.
So one night this week, I had a little too much time on my hands, and from someones blog, I found someone else's blog, which led me to their website of music selection, which led me to my new favorite song. I feel kinda creepy that I found this from a total stranger, but whatever, isn't that what blogs are for...?
To get to the point, Neko Case....Maybe Sparrow, may have been played no less that 55 times over the past 24 hours. I literally cannot get enough of this woman. So after using up all the times I was allowed to play the song on that particular site, I went to imeem to download her song...(s)...which then lead me to an array of new people and songs I'm now obsessed with. In no particular (sorta) some of my favs are:
- Neko Case, Maybe Sparrow & California
- Rachel Yamagata, Wore Me Down
- Iron and Wine, Waiting on a Superman & Boy With a Coin
- Bon Iver, Flume
- Ray LaMontagne, Hold you in my Arms
- Fleet Foxes, Oliver James & White Winter Hymnal
....and many, many more.
To some of you, this may be obvious...or maybe more popular than I think. But to me, this is all new, and I'm in love. Thank you imeem for putting recommendations (thank you nevine for telling me about the site). I'll say, I will still be that girl that blasts the latest dance/hip hop music while she works out, but my new discovery of songs brings out something different out of me. And I like it.
Cheers to better song variety! And cheers to having my heart melt to the sweet sounds coming from my computer...

I'm not original with my own words....

2009-01-14T17:42:00.000-08:00

Simply knowing you exist ain't good enough for me
But asking for your telephone number seems highly inappropriate, seeing as I can't even say hi When you walk by
And that time you shook my hand
It felt so nice, I swear I never feel this way about any other guy
And I never usually notice people's eyes but I conducted a plan to bump into you most accidentally
But I was walking along and I bumped into you much more heavily than I'd originally planned
It was well embarrassing and I think you thought that I was a bit of a twat
I just think that we'd get onI wish I could tell you face to face instead of singing this stupid song
But yeah I just think that we might get on
So I went to that party and everyone, they were kind of arty
And I was wearing this dress because I wanted to impress
But I wasn't sure if I looked my best 'cause I was so nervous
But I carried on regardless
Strutting through each room
Trying to find you
And when I saw you Kissing that girl
My heart it shattered
And my eyes, they watered
And when I tried to speak I stuttered
And my friends were like whatever, you'll find someone better
His eyes were way too close together, and we never even liked him from the start
And now he's with that tart, and I heard she done some really nasty stuff down in the park with Michael
He said she's easy and if your guy's with someone that's sleazy, then he ain't worth your time 'cause you deserve a real nice guy
So I proceeded to get drunk and cry
And lock myself in the toilets for the entire night
Saturday night, I watched channel five
I particularly liked CSI
I don't ever dream about you and me
I don't ever make up stuff about us
That would be considered insanity
I don't ever drive by your house to see if you're in
I don't even have an opinion on that tramp that you're still seeing
I don't know your timetable
I don't know your face off by heart
But I must admit that there is still a part of me that thinks we might get on
That we could get on
That we should get on

"Get it on"
- Kate Nash

I give my middle finger to this day...

2009-01-14T12:20:00.000-08:00

I'm totally being ignored today. It feels really sweet. I'm also having a lot of things go wrong today. My boss keeps using the phrase "karma"...but I don't get it. I kinda thought I was being a good person lately. How could I have been so wrong? Where did I go so wrong?
So keep on ignoring me friends and family! One day you will be starving for attention and I will not dish it out. And things/stuff....you just keep on breaking on me. When you are ready to work, I won't be there to play with you.

boys, boys, boys, boys....

2009-01-13T09:18:00.000-08:00

I have been a blue light special to all the creepy boys lately. I don't know what it is, maybe its my look, my glow, my being....but creepy weird boys have been flocking by the dozens. This does not impress me. (sigh)
My list ranges from guys in do-rags (sp?) trying to pick me up at the gym, to truck loads of dirty men honking (like laying on the horn), as I walk to my building at work.
I hope this stops soon.

Foodies...

2009-01-12T14:12:00.000-08:00

I've lost 6 lbs and have just another mere 4 lbs to loose before I'm at my ideal weight, which I haven't seen in over two years. I took Johnny's advise when I was home (why don't you just run)...and I've been doing just that, running. I run a lot, but I also do lots of weights. So to sabotage my hard work, let me run down the list of things I've eaten today:

- A slice of a breakfast pizza with cheese, ham and bacon on it. I did this merely because it was there...and free.
- A pile of fruit
- A million triangle triscuts. Why did I buy them?
- A pack of sushi (brown rice w/ salmon...and the salmon kinda tasted weird, but thats a whole other issue)
- A small package of blackberries
- Two See's candy lollypops

That my friend, is entirely too much food consumption to only be 4:15pm. I thought I was feeling bloated because I didn't pee enough, but clearly this is not the case. I'm off to the gym to sweat out my guilty conscience.

Tomorrow brings another day, full of fruits, veggies and salads.

Microphone check....

2009-01-12T13:47:00.000-08:00

If this site were a microphone, I'd be tapping it, while whispering, check one, two, one two.
I'm feeling myself around this site and trying to get the hang of it. Expect more blogs you never cared to read in the near future.