I am not your sweet baboo!

I love Charlie Brown. I don't know why, it's not that good, but I still love him. And his gang of peanuts. I never knew why they're called peanuts...

Back in LA. I had full intentions of going to the gym tonight. Even got dressed. Keys in my hand. Almost out the door. But I already knew I wasn't feeling well so I landed back on the couch. And now, here I am in my pjs, watching Charlie Brown attempting to read War and Peace on New Year's Eve, while Peppermint Patty waits for him. (So...everyone thought peppermint patty was a boy when you were younger, right?) Still have much to do, but this sudden onset of sickness doesn't bode well for all that stuff I have to do. A gift from Abby perhaps? More likely my body breaking down from the trip. I'm tempted to take a bath and read my book and go to bed early...but the book will most likely get wet in the bath. I don't know how other people do it. Read in the bath I mean.

Brrrrrr. It's freezing. Off I go.

Back! Kinda.

I'm back to Seattle from a short stint to Vancouver, BC. However, there is no new stamp on my passport. Bummer. The passport was looking a bit bare when I leafed through it. No travels since 2007? Man, I gotta work on that. We got stopped on the way back in because my cousin declared that we were bringing in some mooncakes. Apparently eggs coming in the country is an issue. It was a minor issue, but annoying.

Vancouver was nice, we saw some sights, but mostly ate a lot and drove around. My BIL took a cool pic of me and a whale, I'll try to post when I get it. Oh, a fake whale, not a real one.

So far this trip has been nice. It's good to just hang out with my aunt and uncle and cousin, we don't see each other nearly enough. The other cousin we haven't seen as much, since he's busy with a new baby and all.

I forget every year, but inevitably, it happens every year at this time: ENGAGEMENTS. I go offline for a few days and come back to find Reese Witherspooninchili engaged, Natalie Portmaniwishiwascutelikeher pregnant AND engaged, my friend Jen engaged....I'm sure I'll find out about more in the coming weeks. Sigh. Post christmas: it's the most depressing time of the year.

I'm back late Wednesday night to my parents and after that, it's all work. I've got some work goals to work on, personal goals to work on for the new year, my sewing corner to set up, sewing book to read and study, Mockingjay to finish (no renews possible!), netflix movies to watch, insurance stuff to look into before the new year, apartment to clean and rearrange, tutorials to learn....I've got lots to do before going back to work! I can't believe these two weeks are almost over.

Every year, I tell myself I'm going to start christmas early. Give it a "good go at it" finally. Get a tree, get some twinkly lights, send out a photo card (I love photo cards, send me one if you ever make them pleeease), get everyone some good presents, make holiday cookies. But every year it comes and goes before I know it! Next year...next year fer sure.

Presenting....Presents.

Some of you may or may not know...we don't do presents in the family. This isn't meant to be a pity party, it's just not something we do. We did a little bit when we were younger, but somewhere along the way we've stopped. Attempts at getting presents for the parents in subsequent years have always ended in disappointment, as they never seem to like what we get them. Sure, I really like getting presents, especially if it's something I really love or wanted. But maybe the fact that we don't do presents is why I love giving presents just as much. I really do try hard to give good presents. But along the same line, if I can't find something good for someone, I'll forgo it. I'd rather give someone something awesome rather than feeling like it's an obligation and giving them something they don't really want or need. But I'm sure everyone feels that way already.

I always dread going back to work/school after the holidays. Time when everyone shares everything that happened over the break. Including presents. Time when people list off all the cool things they got, and then ask me to share my list of treasures. And inevitably I'll have to say nothing. This answer always evokes some sort of pity sad face from the asker. And then I have to explain, we don't really do Christmas. I can't even say I'm jewish, because even the jews do gifts during Hanukkah! And also...I'm asian. I guess I could be an asian jew, I just haven't met any.

I sometimes do have exchanges between friends and this year I did get a really cool sewing book from bff S. It came with patterns for cute clothes I'd actually wear. I just hope I can execute. That'll be a good goal for next year.

But I'm way curious, what did y'all get for Christmas this year? I want to hear all about the good and the bad. Including any food. The more descriptive the better. That'll be your gift to me. Thanks!

Doctors and Such.

I've discussed this with several people already, so I'm sure some of you are wanting to know, that some doctors out there are BASTARDS.

Ok, that may be a bit harsh. But I really can't imagine making a living off of billing outrageous charges to your clients on things you didn't really do in the hopes that they don't question it and just pay for it.

As I had previously posted, I had this outrageous bill from a doctor I went to. I finally called them to ask about it. First of all, it took me two calls on two different days for someone to even call me back. And when she did, I said I had a question about the bill. She then explained the list on the bill to me without letting me ask my question first. Um...I have the bill in front of me, I don't need you to read it back to me.

And then she said that since the doctor remembers me and that I was referred by a friend, they'll take 50% off the bill. Gee thanks. I said that I never got those things on the bill done (like the xray), all I got was just a check up. She told me she'd have to talk to the doctor and can she call me back on Friday. I said I won't be around Friday. She said, ok so then Monday. And I said, can't you talk to him now? She hesitated then said ok, and then put me on hold to talk to the doctor. When she came back she said that the doctor DID get the xray done but he did it as a preventative measure on his end, "just to be safe." And then said, "so don't worry about it."

All these charges on the bill, and all of a sudden, "don't worry about it?" Uh...first of all, you did MAKE me worry about it. I couldn't sleep that first night I got the bill because that's all I was thinking about. Second of all there were all these questions about the bill I didn't get to ask. Such as, why there were two claims from them, one that was just the checkup bill, which was considered IN network, and the other outrageous bill that was under another name that was mysteriously OUT of network. Also she explained that the doctor did the xray, but I never got the chance to ask her why I was billed twice for the checkup on the two separate claims, at two different rates. And why all the lab tests I never took was on the bill. And why if they already billed me twice for the checkup, did they bill me for another "WELL CARE" which I think has to do with a baby checkup. And why they were billing me from two separate businesses in the first place. All these questions I never got to ask because she said, "don't worry about it." I had to ask her exactly just to be sure. "So I don't have to pay for any part of this bill?" She said yes. I think she realized I was on to them and had all these questions and didn't want to deal with me anymore. And I'm fine with that.

But that was just for one doctor. Another bill came through just today from the second doctor. I still have to look into it a bit more when I get back to my computer at home, but it doesn't seem as ridiculous as this first one. I still have to pay for some parts of the bill for this second doctor though, which is still annoying. But at least it didn't freak me out as much as the first.

So that's my annoying doctor story.

On a more upbeat note, my cousin has a Kinect at his house and I've been beating the whole family at Dance Central. On medium. Without the walk through. Thank you very much. Finally a game I can beat everyone else at and am semi-good at. The last time I was good at a video game was....probably Paperboy. I can't even pass level 4 on angry birds! I suck at games because honestly, I don't care much for them. Dance Central though...that's a different story. :)

Merry Christmas Y'all!

Hello readers,

Hope you're all having a wonderful christmas eve, wherever you are, whenever you read this.

Side note: I'm currently in the mood for pie. But alas, we have no pie in the house. Sad face.

It came so fast, didn't it? One minute it was thanksgiving, the next, christmas eve. Sheesh. Another year over.

Even though I had most of this week off, I still found myself busy to no end. Mostly it was seeing friends. A lot of friend time. That was nice. And then after that, it was traffic. I spent a lot of time in traffic this week. A LOT. That was not nice.

Yesterday I took S and the kiddos to see Disney on Ice. It was the "Celebration" theme. I think they have a few different shows with different themes. But this one was about holidays and birthdays and different ways people "celebrate." It was a good show, very entertaining. No matter how you feel about the Disney Corporation, there's no denying that they know how to put on a good show. It was great to see the girls get so excited, but it also made me want to get back into skating. Watching all these performers do their twirls and backwards skating made me want to get right on the ice with them. The whole time I was watching them I was thinking what life would be like as a touring ice skater, and how fulfilling that must be. Sure it may be hard work. But I would be so fit! And I'd get to wear cool princess outfits at work. I'd be making so many little kids so happy. And since I'm the asian one I'd get to be Mulan all the time, which...is not as cool of a costume, but I'd get my own solos. Now that I think about it, this job would fulfill all my embarrassing adult fantasies of choreographed dancing while skating while wearing a princessy costume. Too bad I'm past my prime. Maybe I'll get back into skating in the new year.

The REASON I stopped was that I didn't feel like I was getting much out of the group lessons I was taking. I just didn't feel like I was improving or learning. There was a lady in my class that had this same issue, so she said she was going to take a private lesson. I never saw her after that so I didn't get to ask her what she thought of it. Private lessons are so expensive though...we'll see.

Also earlier in the week I met up with a friend from work who was meeting his friends for karaoke. I had no idea at the time that this was THE premier spot for karaoke. Thought it was another low key place like the places I usually go to. I got there and realized it's a rather LARGE bar. And you sing to the people in the bar. And people pay attention. You don't just fly by quietly under the radar, oh no. I tried to get another friend to come, and he wasn't interested, for this exact reason. So when I get there of course my friend made me put in a song. And it took forever but finally it was my turn. IT WAS SO NERVE WRACKING! I wasn't drinking really so I didn't have that to help me calm the nerves. I got on stage and I felt my face get all hot, I didn't know what to do with my hands, so I put them in my pockets while one held the mic. And there was a four measure song intro, so I had nothing to do except stupidly watch people watch me. And then, you think you know a song so well, inside out, back and forth like the palm of your hand, but in front of people, when you're nervous, you know NOTHING. But I finished the song, people clapped, as they do with everyone. I got high fives from the group I was with. Also a high five from the "other" asian soul singer, who later I found out, is there every night, and sings heavy soul. It was a fun time, but I ned to figure out how to present myself in front of people better, and not get so nervous and nerdy. I'd like to be cool and nonchalant, instead of scared and idiotic.

Moving on...

I'm leaving for Seattle early in the morning so I don't know how much blogging I"ll get to do in the next five days. I'm going to see my aunt/uncle/cousins, including a new baby! We'll hang out in Seattle and then drive over to Vancouver for two days. Should be a fun time. I'm awful at packing, I always want to bring EVERYTHING. I'm bringing my rain boots, because I saw that it's raining in Seattle AND Vancouver the whole time we're there. And I've learned from this last week of rains that as long as your feet and socks stay dry, being in the rain isn't too bad at all. The only downfall is that my rubber rain boots are large and clunky and take up a lot of space and are kinda hard to walk in. But I did jump in a puddle with them on the other day and didn't have a care in the world!

I spent all of this morning and afternoon cleaning my apartment and doing laundry. Also got sidetracked by Honey on cable. I'm such a sucker for choreograph dance movies that I'll even watch the bad ones. (BTW, step up 3 is now on DVD, I suggest you all watch it.) But I know when I get back, I'll have a nice clean apt to come home to with clean sheets and a clean tub to take a hot bath in (I'll need it after all that rain). Hooray!

I wish you all a merry rest of the week, and I'll meet you back here....sometime in the future.

Goodnite!

Emergence

Sorry for my absence, dear readers. It's been a crazy busy week. There's been long hours at work, holiday parties, goodbye parties, and other stuff. There were some high highs this week and then some very low lows. I'm kinda ready for it to just even out a bit.

I've been having anxiety over insurance and doctors lately. It felt like every other day this week, something new developed. Even today I got a new bill. I really need to just sit down and take care of it but I'm giving myself the weekend to just do nothing about it, because really, I'm not sure what I should do about it. If anyone has extensive experience dealing with doctors bills and insurance please let me know! I need some help.

Also, in trying to help out a dear friend, I've in turn screwed things up even more. Trying to be helpful doesn't always work out I guess. It wasn't even "helping" more than it was me trying to do something nice in turn for having something nice done for me and being so appreciative of it that I remember thinking how lucky I was. And then I go screw it up. Sigh.

And then there were several moments of disappointment with people. You think someone's a friend and then you have an exchange where you are so disappointed with their actions that you wonder whether you still have things in common anymore. This actually happened a few times this week.

But amidst all that I did have some fun. I had a spur of the moment karaoke session that lasted 4 hours with some coworkers. I spent a lot of time with coworkers this week actually, with holiday parties and going away parties and just...parties. I got a $25 gift card from boss man that i'm excited to use. I was in a bad mood yesterday so went shopping after work and got 2 new dresses on sale! I've been eating some good food (too much of it though). I had a great catchup conversation with Von this morning.

So, it wasn't all bad, but it wasn't all great either. I just know that I'm tired. It was nice to sleep in today, but I'm very very tired.

Day 30: A photograph of yourself today + 3 good things that have happened in the last 3 days

So it's late and technically the next day but I had a holiday party to
go to tonight AND a birthday party so
I haven't been around. And yes I couldve just gone to bed but since
this is the last day of the challenge I figure I should do it up right.

So here's my pitcha, I tried to get my fabulous skirt today, you'd see
more of it if I had longer arms.

And three good things:
1. I have to say, as silly as this sounds, getting the skirt i am
wearing today. I love it.
2. Posting on an almost daily basis, which I think was the whole point
of this challenge. Good job challenge, you did your duty and got me
out of my blog funk.
3. I've gotten a lot more crafty than I had been. I've made some fun
things and have more in mind. And I sewed! Conquered my fear and
finally took out the machine! Yay!

Hope you enjoyed this challenge as much as I did not. Ha. Now let's
just get back to regular blogs, yea?

Day 29: A song that makes me cry (or nearly)

I don't really have a song that makes me cry...

Ok, just kidding, that one was for S.

I would say THIS song.

I just watched the above video for the first time, and I don't quite get it, but still a great song anyway. I was obsessed with Katie Melua a while back and took her albums with me on my trip to India. And now whenever I hear these songs I'm reminded of India, and all the different airports I was in. I kinda like that. Anyway this song makes me especially sad.

I was lucky enough to see a free show of hers at Amoeba a few years ago, and she is GORGEOUS in person. Stunning. That along with her beautiful voice, you can't help but like her. I really don't know why she hasn't caught on here in the states. I mean, she's young, she's cute, she's got a great voice. Although, her music doesn't really sound like traditional pop. Maybe that's why. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

If you like the above song, you should also check out THIS one. The video is a bit cheesy, but the song is really good. This is one of my favorites of hers. Some of the lyrics in this song is so relatable. Hills, if you're reading, this is for you.

Day 27/28

Ok ok. I'm totally failing on my 30 day challenge. My day 27 is a day late, I know.

Day 27: My dream house

I don't have a dream house. I've looked at homes and have seen ones that I liked. Even went to several nice model homes with S this afternoon. But I don't have a dream house. I wouldn't know what my dream house would look like. I don't know what my own style is. Probably nothing too modern, because even though I really like looking at modern homes that are designed well, they always seem too cold to me. Warm and cozy is my preferred style I think. What that looks like, I'm not sure.

Day 28: An art piece (drawing, sculpture, painting, etc) that means something to me.

Ugh. Double fail. What kind of 30 day challenge is this? I can't wait til it's over. What if I said that I don't have an art piece that means something to me. Blargh.

Fail fail fail.

Good Night Moon.

I either have a new reader, or spam is getting super smart. I used to never get spam on my blog, and then lately, they just keep coming. It's also really weird spam too. I wish blogger would do something about it. A few months ago I opened up a new email account for all my spam and email lists. One day, I got an odd email on this account. At first I thought it was one of those super smart spam emails. It was a baby announcement, letting me know a new little one just came in the world. As I read and wondered what the spam email wanted from me (deposit money into some foreign account, help some old lady with her accounts, etc), I started to realize maybe it was a real email. And by the time I got down to the bottom, where I saw several pictures of mom and baby and daddy still in the hospital, I finally realized it was NOT spam, and that the email got sent to the wrong address. Yikes! Good thing I'm not a creeper. If I found out I sent my hospital baby pictures to a stranger, I'd be a little weirded out. Wouldn't you? Which is why I really try to double check who I send emails to. Because emails cannot be unsent. The great "reply all debacle of '08" got two of my friends FIRED.

The best thing about Christmas time? Can you guess, can you guess what it is? Nope it's not the tree. Not the presents. Not the yule-tide cheer. It's the PEPPERMINT! Mint chocolate this, peppermint candy that. This is the time when peppermint comes out to play. (I type this as I have a cup of minty hot cocoa.) I love this time of year...so minty.

The worst thing about Christmas time? Engagement and car commercials. First of all, not EVERYONE gets engaged during the holidays, so stop pressuring us to! Holidays are hard enough for those who aren't ready to commit, or for those who aren't even close. For those of you who are? Put a ring on it, and then SHUT UP. Uh oh oh, oh oh oh, uh oh oh, whoa whoa whoa.

Second of all, very few people can get their significant other a new lexus or luxury car, let alone get one without discussing it with their significant other FIRST in order to keep the car a secret and wrapped up in the driveway, and on top of all that, extra large car bows are probably really hard to find. (I for one have never seen one at Target, and Target has EVERYTHING. I'm. Just. Saying. Maybe it comes with the car, from the dealership, yknow, when you want to surprise your significant other with a new luxury car without talking about it first, you'll want something to distract them from asking you stupid questions like, "can we afford this?")

In case you were wondering, I put together a most excellent outfit today. It got many compliments throughout the day. I love when two pieces I got on sale for cheap are able to layer together to make a one of a kind ensemble. Good job outfit. Looks like you'll be coming back.

Day 26: A photo that makes me angry/sad

So I thought and thought and thought.

Maybe when the moment comes up I'll wonder why I didn't think of it now. But I just can't think of anything. So I thought about something else.



This is yesterday's dress. The left side makes me angry. The right side makes me sad.


Mission double complete.

Day 25: A photo that makes me happy

This dress. A blast from the past. I can't find it anymore, it must be gone by now, but this dress makes me really really happy.

Crazy

FYI, I'm having a really fabulous hair day. I'd like to take this moment to thank my hair for being so good.

I just finished watching the annual victoria's secret fashion show, with a glass of wine. Some really great things, but nothing was as wow as Heidi Klum's snowflake angel from a few years back. You can't tell in the picture, but she had to pull on a string to open up the snowflake. It was awesome.



Had a bit of a meltdown last night over this whole insurance business. I was just so confused and so frustrated with talking to so many different people telling me different things. I just DID NOT UNDERSTAND. And then a few things and a few internet searches made me realize maybe something is wrong with me. I made another call today and most of it is worked out I believe. But last night I was really starting to believe something was wrong with me. I just really have trouble retaining information, and then processing that information. I also have a horrible memory. Sometimes I start a conversation with a person and within a second, I can't remember what we were just talking about. And then I panic, and the more I try to remember what we were talking about two minutes ago, the more I blank out. And then people think, how can you not remember what we were talking about, we JUST were in the middle of talking about it, but I really can't. That's not normal is it? Sigh.

Day 24: My favourite book

Favorites are always hard. There's always so many when it comes to books, movies, music. I feel lucky to have read so many good ones. Siddartha, An Equal Music, About a Boy, Enders Game, are some favorites. And then the authors of those books are favorites too. Siddartha and Enders Game for their spirituality. About a boy for its charm (and the fact that I also hum out loud sometimes when I get nervous). An equal music for it's beauty in writing. The End.

Day 23: Something I could never get tired of doing.

I don't know, I tend to love things in the beginning and get tired of them later on. Like a toy or new clothes.

I like to check out S's 30 day challenge when I'm stuck on mine, just to get some ideas, but her life is so different than mine. She picked snuggling with her girls, and I just don't have any little ones to snuggle with.

Thing is, I get tired of a lot of things, which is why I like to keep things busy, rotate them, try new things. I eventually get tired of anything. Even eating. I would get tired of people too, which is why I enjoy my alone time. I get tired of myself even.

Maybe I'm looking too much into this, and thinking in the extreme. Or maybe there just isn't anything I wouldn't get tired of doing.

Because never is a long time.

I'm not done with you yet weekend! Don't go!

Ugh, I'm so not looking forward to going back to work tomorrow. I've had a good relaxing weekend, and I wish it could last two more days. Maybe three. Actually another week would be nice.

Tomorrow is all business, starting early in the morning.

Today I finished ONE tissue holder. I made one yesterday but messed it up, so did another one today. It's going to go to C who has been blowing her nose all week last week. This has been a project in the making for a long time. I'm happy to have finally finished one and used the sewing machine a little bit. If any of my readers out there would like one, let me know! I'll make you one. I thought about just gifting you all with a surprise one, a la oprah, but then I heard that you shouldn't give made gifts to loved ones because then you get your feelings hurt when they don't use it or wear it, and they feel obligated to wear it or use it because you made it.



ALSO. I made beef bourguignon tonight. I have to say, it turned out pretty well. But it's a bit rich. I'm not feeling the greatest right now. I don't know if I ate too much or it's from all that leftover wine I had. Probably both.

It's been cold. I really love the weather, the rain last night made everything so clear and pretty today. And then the winds just blow away all the dirt. But it's cold. And I'm cold. And running low on warm sweaters. And when I tried to stock up on some warm sweaters, I couldn't find any that I liked.

Leslie Nielson passed away today. Sad. I am serious, and don't call me shirley!

Ok ok ok. I'm pushing away the inevitable. I need to go get ready for the week. Prepare mentally, emotionally, physically. Go put away my stew. It's going to smell of stew when I'm asleep tonight.

Nom nom nom.

Day 22: My celebrity crush.

Oh this one's easy. Steve Martin. He sings, he acts, he writes, he plays banjo, he's funny. He does all this with such skill and grace and charm. Who wouldn't have a crush on him? Nuff said.



Hello handsome.

Another saturday night...

I've been quite the internet surfer this holiday weekend. Looking for new recipes to make and useful crafts to do. I guess when I'm not getting my needs met at work, I gotta get it from somewhere, right?

I was at the library the other day and came across this martha stewart magazine with the most amazing looking dish that I just wanted to eat right then and there. Turns out it was beef bourguignon. Never had it but I keep hearing about it. So I found a recipe, bought everything I needed, and realized I don't have a dutch oven. DANG! Since I have all the ingredients I'll still have to go through with it, but I don't know how it will turn out now. But the nice thing is I may have some left over beef to make me a beef soup after. Hooray. I love soups in the wintertime.

Thanksgiving was a bit untraditional this year. We spent the night at the new Marriott downtown. Instead of turkey (which no one in my family particularly enjoys), we went and had sushi in little tokyo. Apparently, there are many japanese who don't like turkey either, as the sushi place was pretty full. We walked around the empty downtown area, drove around, and just hung out. It was nice.

I'm not looking forward to Monday. On wednesday I went to the doctor to get my back checked out and it turned into this ordeal that took all afternoon. So on Monday, I still have to go get an xray just to be sure, which I'll have to pay for myself. There goes a chunk of change into the annoyance of this accident I never asked for.

I also asked the doc about my heart palpitations, just to be sure, and she did an ekg on me and asked me questions and took some blood for tests. She also said she'd like me to wear a heart monitor for a week. I'm waiting for the monitoring company to call me so I can tell them: Thanks but no thanks. I really wanted her to just say, there's not much wrong with you, you're fine. And it turned into this...thing. She asked me if I was stressed, major changes in life, changed jobs lately and I said no, but later I realized, I kinda did, and it was way stressful and frustrating for me during that time. There were times at work where I felt like I was going to explode. But the heart palpitations seemed to have lasted beyond that and maybe even started before. Kind of hard to remember now. In hindsight, I should've told her yes when she asked about the job thing and this whole thing would've blown over. She would've just diagnosed it as anxiety rather than a real heart condition. Though, I think she's going through the whole thing just to be safe, even though I'm sure she knows its just anxiety. How do I know? She prescribed some xanax and told me to take them when I feel the heart palpitations to see if I feel better. I got them, but don't think I'll be taking them. Anxiety, really?

What's funny is that after the accident, I haven't had the heart palpitations much anymore. I remember having them on Friday, and after the accident Saturday night, they were gone. It's as though the accident scared them out of me.

Anyway, everything was just such a mess Wednesday afternoon. I think overall I'm fine, but I just need to get through some annoying and costly steps.

So going through this whole thing, I've realized, actually, more like just confirmed, that I'm really slow on picking up on procedural things. Despite the fact that this new doctor spoke really softly and had a thick accent, I was having a hard time comprehending the things she was saying to me. What I had to do, and when to call, etc. I was just so confused at the doctors. And then I had to call the insurance people to ask them something and was continually confused, and had to ask several times. The lady finally spoke to me slowly and as though I was a kid, and I did not appreciate that. And THEN I was on the phone with my mom trying to explain things to her and that took forever too, with much confusion. The afternoon was very unproductive.

This got me thinking. What if there was a website for procedural things? Like a wiki where you can look up certain situations. It would be called, "What to do when:" and there'd be a searchable function. You can search for things like: car accident. It would take you to a page where what happens is listed step by step, very CLEARLY.

1. Call the police.
(Steps 2-5)
6. Call insurance company.
8. Get an xray.

I know situations are different for different people. But it'd be helpful to read a general idea of what should happen. What you need to look out for, questions to ask. It'd be so helpful!

Other topics I'm thinking of:
When you go into labor
Renting your first apartment
Signing up for bank accounts
Buying your first car
Buying your first home

I don't know whether to make it publicly contributed like wiki, or just have 1 author (me or someone else). Maybe I'd call the project: FIRSTS. First baby, first accident, first apartment. Steps. I like have steps to follow. I'm sure other people would too.

What do you guys think? Would something like this work? Would it be helpful? Is there already something like this (other than searching the internet)?

Idk, idea in progress...

Day 21: Five of my biggest pet peeves

1. People not doing what they say they're going to do, no matter how minor. Flakes. I'm guilty of this sometimes too but I really try my best do stick to what I say I'm going to do.

2. When my nails get too long and I realize I'm typing with my nails rather than the pads of my fingers. I hate that. Like right now.

3. When people are continually late. I know, I know, again, I'm guilty of it too. Key word is "continually." I know that traffic and other things come up. But I stress over it when I'm late. Whereas I think some people don't even think twice about it.

4. Adult acting child actors. I can't stand that they're speaking as though they're 40, when they're 7. It's annoying and sad at the same time. However, there are a few kids who I've seen speak really eloquently, and are speaking from the heart and not trying to prove to people they're 40. Case by case basis, I guess.

5. People who continually don't let you finish your thought or sentence. Those who just cut in thinking that their opinion is more important than yours and just have to let you know...by interrupting what you have to say. Again, key word is "continually."


Argh. I didn't like this topic, it's aggravating me thinking about my pet peeves.

Day 20: My worst habit.

Boy. This 30 day challenge is super tough. I should've looked at all the assignments before I signed up.

Hm...I don't know what my worst habit is. Not making my bed everyday? Hitting the snooze button multiple times? Take your pick.

Day 19: A picture of me last year and now and how have you changed since then?

I know, I know. I failed to post this yesterday. And I'm going to double fail because I don't have a pic of me last year and this year, and I can't think of how I've changed, because I don't think anything has changed, which is depressing, so I'm going to skip this post for now and maybe come back to it later.

Day 18: A photo of somewhere I've been to.

Taj Mahal, India. It was a good time, I wouldn't mind going back. I was so sick when I was there, I don't think I got to fully enjoy it. I don't have any pictures of myself in front of it, I think that's all with the BIL. But I like this one I took because all the other ones look like generic postcards that you've all probably seen. At least this one is framed somewhat interestingly, albeit a bit crooked.

ETC 2

I'm kinda nervous about my doctor's appointment tomorrow. My back is feeling much better, and less sore, I wonder if I should be going at all. I'll have to tell the doctor there's not much wrong with me, but could she check me out anyway? Ugh, lame. It's a bit too late to cancel the appointment. It's probably still good to get it checked out. We'll see.

I've been scouring design sites lately. Looking for useful projects, creative projects, inspiration. It's amazing how much time you can spend just surfing the internet.

Saturday is Small Business Saturday. I wish I had a small business that everyone can come shop at. Or even online shop at. That'd be cool.

Day 17: A photo of something that means a lot to me.

Nuff said.

ETC

It went from cold to freezing cold. I've been freezing cold for the past few days. It's not helping my back since whenever I get cold I tense up my whole body.

Today I talked to an insurance agent in the morning, researched auto mechanics and a new doctor. The doctor a friend had recommended didn't have appointments until january and february! So I made an appointment with another doctor for wednesday. Then I left work early to go to the auto mechanic, where a very nice Gary was extremely helpful and nice about what I had to do an talked to me about renting cars. Overall it was a productive day.

And as I left the mechanic's, I was feeling quite good about myself, and I realized, as much of a bummer as this whole situation is, I feel like this is part of my growing process. They say you're not a TRUE Angelino until you get into an accident. Not only am I an angelino now, I'm also a more experienced individual. Next time this happens to someone, maybe I can help them through it.

Go me, rockstar.

Day 16: What's in my purse?

Usually I have the following: wallet, phone, keys, sunglasses. In a side pocket, I have a stack of business cards, in case I ever randomly fall into a networking environment. In an inner pocket, I have regular chapstick, and a stick of burts bees chapstick with a bit of color. Sometimes I have a pack of mints. I have a rather large purse for the amount of things I put in it. But I like that I can always fit a book into my purse, even large ones from the library. Whee.

Day 15: Something I crave a lot.

Hm...I seem to have the same answer for day 14 and 15. I guess I'll change it up a little.

Lately something I have been craving is touch. And I don't mean just the sexual kind, but I guess that could count too. But just like...a hearty hug, or a pat on the back, or holding hands. Last night I went to this party in Santa Monica, and was at a house/commune of some sort with the nicest hippie hosts. Everyone I met greeted me with a hug. I'm used to hugs from friends, but not really from strangers I've never met before. It was nice. But maybe it was the overall vibe I enjoyed, not just the hugs.

Everyone was genuinely nice, and wanted to meet you and get to know you. They don't wait for an introduction, they DEMAND to be introduced. No one was too cool for school and I felt like myself: a likable interesting person. I don't get to feel like this often. Most of the time in new environments I feel like an awkward, shy version of myself with nothing interesting to bring to the table. But I think that has to do with the people around too. If people are nice and open, like they were last night, then I feel more at ease. Anyone would I guess.

I'm digressing. And knackered. Must be off to bed now.

Day 14: Photo of something that makes me happy

This was to be posted yesterday, but I couldn't get to it due to unforeseen circumstances, so here it is now.




I'm trying to cut back, not that I drink a lot of coffee to begin with, but I don't like how much I think about coffee. I guess you can call it addiction. I have self control, I can go for days without it. But I sure do think about it a lot.

But it's just that it's so nice and warm. And it conjures up nice feelings of a cool fall afternoon with a light scarf at a coffee shop, sipping on something warm and creamy while reading a good book. And also makes me think of diners in the 50s and 60s when coffee was 10cents. And diners lead me to food. Coffee -> Diners -> Food, thus coffee=food. See where this is going? It's just very comforting, like a blanket, I guess.

Crash

It seems as though unfortunate things like to creep their way into my life towards the end of the year.

Last night I got into my first car accident. I'm ok. They're ok. The car still drives. But for me it was a huge deal. The crash was loud and hard.

It was her fault. I was going through an intersection on a GREEN light, minding my own business, and the girl on the other side decided to make a left turn or u turn right into me. I'm sure they were shaken up too, but to me they seemed perfectly ok. As for me, I could barely think straight. My hands were shaky writing down their info. They kept talking and talking, I just wanted them to be quiet and let me think. Also they kept saying, "These things happen" over and over again, pissing me off. These things DON'T happen when you're being careful! These things never happen to me, until you showed up. Ugh. So mad.

I'm a bit calmer today and less hateful. I keep thinking, thank goodness it was only the front of my car they crashed into. If it had been a few more inches another way, they would've hit me. So, I'm very lucky. I know that. But my neck and back aches. And now I have to deal with insurance and paperwork and things aren't going to get done because its Thanksgiving week.

I remember thinking while I was driving: I gotta get home and post day 14. So much for that.

I really hope my back doesn't turn into an issue. I just went to dinner with some friends tonight and one of them got in 2 accidents and had to sue and her back has never been the same. Sigh. I don't want that.

On another note, found out another friend just got engaged. And it's been nearly a month and I'm only finding out. Whatever happened to FB announcements?? I'm truly so so happy for him. I had the biggest crush on him in college, when we met. We never got together, but through a series of events, we actually became really good friends. He's one of the few people I still keep in touch with from college actually. They're already looking at venues and she already found her dress. They move fast!

Going to bed early so I can sleep off some of this discomfort. It's not exactly pain, but it's not smooth sailing either. Sometimes I wonder if I'm being a wimp or if my concerns are genuine. Guess we'll see in the days to come.

Day 13: Something I don't leave the house without.

Like S, I'd probably say cell phone as well. But I want to also add: a sweater/jacket of some sort. I tend to get cold easily, and also, you never know when you'll be going into a cold theater, or if the weather suddenly turns, or if you end up outdoors all day where it's sunny and warm when the sun is out, and staying out til the sun goes down, and when the chill starts.

The End.

Friday Funday

Wow, lots went on today at work, and I don't mean work!

A friend of mine got married today, and we all found out on FB. Go fig. I saw this morning that Fern and Ric were in SB, but thought they were just taking a long weekend with their gals. And then this afternoon, a post went up that said Ric was married! It's amazing how fast news travels on FB. I'm so happy for them. They've been dating for more than 10 years, been engaged for a while, and everyone's always hounding them to getting married. They never really talk about a wedding, and no one had any idea that they were going to the courthouse in SB today. But they did it their way, which I'm so proud of them for. And I totally get it, no fuss no muss, nothing to stress about, just the two of them. But at the same time, and I think most of our friends feel this way...at the same time we all really wish we could've been there with them. Kind of bittersweet. But maybe we'll have a party for them and can still celebrate. Who knows.

Also my dear friend fil is having a dating dilemma. Ugh, it's too complicated to get into now, but man, it sounds like it was right out of a soap opera. I love my friend fil, he is so hilarious. Part of it is because he's italian and sometimes still trying to get all the American lingo down. But I honestly think he's just a hilarious guy. Sure he has pronunciation issues and struggles for the right words sometimes, but I'm always so amazed at how well he speaks english. He makes these speeches about love and life with such passion and force, it's really inspiring. For a lot of people, being in another country where you don't speak the language fluently, you can easily kind of lose a sense of self. Which is why i'm so awed by him, because not only is his english great, but being genuinely funny in another language is a hard thing to do. At least it would be for me.

And lastly, I have this:


I think this was my biggest contribution to work this week. Sigh. I need a new job.

Hm....

How would you like it if the economy of your country rested on...YOUR WEDDING? I heard this story on npr about how Kate and William's wedding is going to bring in a lot of business for the country. Talk about pressure.

Sometimes I can't even decide on what I want for dinner (for myself, not with people, for MYSELF), I can't even imagine how I would even start to plan a wedding for a large group of people.

And then! In talking to a coworker who is getting married in a month, I found out how he's doing it. With Tori Spelling! Ok kind of. Him and his wife were selected to be on a reality show where their entire wedding is planned for them. What a great deal!

But I'm getting way ahead of myself. No need to think about such things now.


Lastly, why does Burlesque look so awful, and why do I still want to kind of sort of see it?

Day 12: A TV show I'm currently addicted to.

I'm happy to report that I don't have a tv show I'm addicted to. Don't get me wrong, I still watch TV, and like to catch up on shows. But there isn't really one that I would say I'm addicted to. I can miss a show every now and then and be AOK. I don't feel the need to be HOME BY 9 ON TUESDAY NIGHTS TO WATCH X. However, there are a few I like to watch when I can.

Mad Men: a bit overrated, but I heard the latest season is pretty good. I'm waiting for the DVDs of the latest season to come out so I can watch the shiz out of it, perhaps in a weekend.

Breaking Bad: what a great show, but same with the above, I'm waiting for the latest DVDs to come out so I can watch the shiz out of it.

Glee: I catch up on hulu when I can but I'm starting to give up on this show.

Modern Family: this show is great because I don't have to keep up with it, I can just catch an episode or two whenever.

I guess that's it.

Day 11: A photograph of the town I live in

It's a bit too late and too dark for me to take a picture, but here is a photograph of my favorite place in the town I live in. #12. Yay.

Also, mystery solved, and I was right!! (Did we ever have a doubt?) The pink and white dress WAS custom made, dang it. Which means I can't have one. But then again, if it was affordable enough for me to have one, then EVERYONE would have one, because it appears as though everyone had the same thing on their minds too. But...I want it I want it I want it! That's my veruca salt.

I did nothing at work today. Nothing save for an appearance on camera. A part of a joke that I might have messed up. (When do I take off the mask? Do I even take it off?) It was so last minute. I don't know. Won't see it until tomorrow. I hate being on camera. I like to live in la-la land and think I look and act a certain way, and not the actual way I am when I see myself on camera. Urgh. Blargh. Barf.

Think I'm going to call it an early night and go read in bed. (I'm still in the hold line for Catching Fire)

Day 10: A photo and description of what's in my makeup bag

Um...EXCUSE ME?

First of all, I don't really have one, second of all, it would just be makeup.

Two days after my workout, my stomach still hurts when I cough, and when I pull myself outta bed. Shiz.

It's 8:30p, I'm still at work, though not really working. Just playing the waiting game, which is not as fun as another game, say...angry birds. Then again, I've never played angry birds so I don't know if it would be more fun than the waiting game.

Prince William engaged. Man. When I was younger, I was so in like with this boy. Even though he is younger than me, and I don't ever go for younger guys. But he was cute, and is a prince after all. Today he is officially off the market. And then during lunch I saw him on the tv doing some interviews and and...is he...BALDING? Why is this 28 year old looking like he's about to turn 40? Man.

Yesterday Hills was telling me that she is watching ALL of SNL from the very beginning, and working her way through it. At first I was like, pshhhh, why? But then she explained that the show is like a glimpse into life at a certain point in time, and so I saw her point. It's kind of like what we're doing with the show I work on. And also what I do with my blog. It's kind of nice to document things.

May I just remind everyone in the studio audience that I've kept this blog for...oh wow, it will be 10 years next summer! Oh my. I should do a special of some sort. Like a BEST OF DB: a look back at the decade. Holy moly. Where have the years gone.

And cowboys. Where have all the cowboys gone. Doo do do, doo do do.

Day 9 Add On #2

Here's a picture of our feast from last night!

Yum.

I want it again.

Add on

Dang, I had a whole post that didn't come through. Here it is again.

I thought since I skipped out on a pic of my assignment tonight, I'd post another pic. This is the skirt I was wearing today. I love the pattern, something about it feels very nautical. What I love even more is that I got it for $5 at goodwill. Love me a good deal.

On another note, I took this class yesterday and it kicked my butt. My abs and parts of my butt are still sore everytime I move. I bought this as part of a daily deal, so I still have two more classes to go to make it worth while. I'm not so sure I'll be going back. But I do enjoy a challenge, so maybe I'll go back in a week, after I've forgotten how much I'm hurting right now. And how much I hated the class during the class. Blogging about it probably won't help me forget though. Ha.

Day 9: A photo of the item you last purchased.

I don't have a photo of the last item I purchased, as it is sitting deep in my stomach. Full belly, me happy.

The last thing I purchased was dinner, which I just had with the lovely Hills of Brunswick. Tonight we went outside of our comfort zone (Viet noodle, #12), and I introduced her to soon tofu. It's this tofu stew which is delicious in your mouth. Tofuey, soupy, hearty, warm, a little bit spicy, and a lot of delicious. I love how korean food always comes with little side dishes that you can keep ordering. It's always a delicious meal. With good company, it's even better. Yumsies.

Waaaaaaah

It's as though the universe is punishing me for my last post. Just as I was posting the last post, I heard a snap. I thought it was from a candle I lit, but it wasn't. I looked around to discover....MY BROKEN BOW!!! :(

My bow was sitting on a chair by itself, yards away from me. Nothing touched it, it just snapped and broke! The only thing I can think of is the weather, it's a bit chilly in here right now, but but but. This isn't even my bow either. Panic panic panic.



Just talked to owner of broken bow, the ex, who informed me to replace it would cost about $700. US dollars. It can't really be fixed, even so, it won't be the same. I think I'm going to throw up.

Day 8: A recipe

First date + Chili dogs = Disaster!

Nobody said what KIND of recipe.

Day 7: A song to match my mood, and why.

I can't think of a song to match my mood right now. So I'll just write about it.

My mood is sleepy frustration. Sleepy, even though it's only 11:30, and frustrated, because tonight I was beaten by my sewing machine. Sigh. I faced my fear and finally took it out. Re-thread, read the manual, tested, and still could not do what I wanted to do. I'm trying to finish up these tissue holders, but it's proving more difficult than I thought. However, I finally faced my fear, and did not die, so I know I can do it again. I'm determined to not let the sewing machine win and be the boss of me, so I'll get back to it eventually. Tonight I'm just sleepy.

I'm also doing laundry tonight, and during my first load, I somehow unconsciously locked the door behind me, so was locked out of my apt. I went to the front house to borrow the phone and the landlord's number. I called the landlord, and luckily he was able to come over. So the neighbors offered to let me wait in their house. It was a bit awkward. There was a sleeping 6 week old who is sensitive to everything, so it was dark in the house. The grandfather sat with me but we couldn't really chat because he couldn't understand everything I was saying. Eventually he left, and the mom sat with me, even though she had a sick crying 3 year old in the other room (who was being looked after by the dad). Sweet family, very kind, but the inability to freely communicate always makes things awkward. The landlord finally showed up and let me back in to my place, and now everything is back to normal.

Today I went to Tess's to have craft day. She made treats, we ate, and made crafts. Apparently, the big thing right now is felting. She bought these kits and felted the cutest little animal ornaments for her boys. I made a string lantern that is currently trying to dry in the kitchen. I hope it turns out ok. Will post pic when done. It was so nice to spend time with girlfriends whose company I enjoy.

Ok, done.

Day 6: A photo of an animal I'd love to keep as a pet.

Who wouldn't want one of these?

Day 5: A photo of myself 2 years ago

Unfortunately, this is one of the few pictures I have from '08. Guess I didn't get many pictures taken that year. This was taken when I was unemployed in the spring of 08, Hills had just created a website called HiFromWork, which was all the rage across town, and I was trying to feel like I was part of the workforce. So, I took a picture of "Me and My Employees" because, yes, I am the boss of my hands. They do a lot for me. Some day I will double their salary. No, TRIPLE!

What's 0x3?

You can't see all ten employees here, but I spent A LOT of time doing their hair and makeup that day. I especially like how Mr. Thumb came out. He always gets super drunk at the yearly picnics and starts hitting on Ms Pinky, right in front of Mr. Index, and it's always so embarrassing. It's a good thing he only hits on her, cuz I'm out of finger names.

Break

Well, I can't do today's assignment until I get home. A pic of myself from two years ago will be difficult to find.

So last night I got home at a reasonable hour and decided to work on some crafts. Y'know, put my hands to work, other than typing keys all day. First I tore apart the lining of a new dress I bought for cheap, because there was a little too much frill for my liking. Turned out it was a bit more difficult than I had anticipated. But I got through it, and now my dress is a bit torn apart. Next up, I started on some tissue holders I had been planning to make for months now. I got everything prepped, the next step is getting out the sewing machine to sew two simple sides. Still, there is this fear. What if I don't remember how to use it?

Tess invited some of us over for a craft day on Saturday. I'm not quite sure what to make yet. May just end up doing some drawing. But I'm glad I'm starting some of these projects. It's been a while. My creative juices are itching to get out. I think my lack of doing anything creative lately is making me addicted to looking for pretty things.

Gotta jet.

Day 4: 20 of my favourite things

Oh boy, this will be FUN!

1. Coffee
2. Pretty dresses
3. A good pair of pants that fit
4. #12 at Viet Noodle with Hills
5. Rollerskating
6. Mint chocolate
7. A good make out seshhhh (yes, I said it)
8. Functional 2fers
9. Any art store
10. Sleeping in on the weekends
11. A good movie
12. Watching people dance
13. Getting twirled by a strong partner
14. That moment when I think of a great idea
15. Long juicy emails
16. Having great meals with the family
17. A good hair day
18. Pockets!
19. Spending quality time with friends
20. Ice cream

Purty

Wow, you guys are really good at not enabling me with my addiction. A little TOO good. No one sent me any pretty! I hope this isn't some sort of silent intervention. There's gotta be some pretty in your lives! And no, I don't have a problem.

Guess it's up to me to find some pretty.



Look at the color of the buttons! The cute bow! The fact that it's shaped like a dress and will go great with boots!! Such a bright color in the middle of winter!!!

I'm fine, I'm fine. I can handle this. Breathe. Deep breaths. Ok, see? I'm fine. FINE.

Pretty pretty pretty

I need something pretty! Someone send me something pretty, stat! I think I'm going through a withdraw.

Day 3: Favorite photo of my bff

I don't think I have a FAVORITE photo, feels as though we take so many pictures these days that the favorite/iconic photos don't stand out so much. Also, I'm not a huge picture taker so I don't have many. But I was going through some pictures and especially enjoyed this one.



That's S, always with her hands full of love.

S has been in my life since 3rd grade. I don't know if I'd be the person I am today without having her in my life. She's been like a sister to me (an older one, of course), and sometimes even the parent. We've been through so much together, more than two decades (geez, is that right?), that's two thirds of my life! We've laughed, we've cried, we've danced, and loved together. We've been there for each other through broken hearts and mix tape exchanges. I just realized that she's the reason I think I'm funnier than I really am, because she's always laughing at my jokes whereas other people would just shake their heads. I learn a lot from her, and like to think I teach her a few things every now and then too. To me that's an ideal relationship, where you can learn and grow not only together, but because of each other. We live such opposite lives that I've thought about writing a sitcom based on those differences, comedy ensuing when our lives collide. We're probably the only ones that would find it funny. (Ok fine, I would probably be the only one to find it funny.) But even living these different lives, we're still able to get together, talk on the phone, and continue sharing our lives together. I find that very romantic. Especially now that we have the same initials. SW+SW=LOVE

Twenty years down, the rest of our lives to go.

Love you S!

Sad.

I'm currently listening to my next door neighbor's dog crying. It is so sad.

So when I moved in here I didn't think neighboring pet noises would be a problem, since the neighbors didn't seem to have any. But also, one of the next door neighbors hadn't moved in yet. The house next to us sat empty for a loooong time until maybe two months ago, when people started moving in. I still don't completely understand what is going on though. Sometimes I see a couple in the house, putting up blinds, fixing things. The other day I saw the lady in her underwear doing laundry in what appears to be the lower floor of the house. Sometimes I can hear the TV. So it seems as though they've moved in. But then other times, they'll be gone for days at a time. The house will be completely dark. Their cars won't be in the driveway. It's really odd. But ever since they semi moved in, they have this dog that is sometimes there. Sometimes it is there when they are, sometimes it is there when they aren't. Tonight, I don't believe they're home. But the dog sure is. And he is crying and howling.

We share a fence that is not obstructed at one area. A lot of the time, the little girl who lives in the front house will be at the fence, playing and talking with the dog next door. It's actually really cute and sweet of her. But it's not her responsibility to play with the dog! The owners just seem a bit neglectful. Especially when you hear this dog crying as it's doing now.

Ok, fine, I don't know if the dog is really crying, but it sure sounds like it. I guess for all I know, it could be howling at the moon. Talking to neighborhood dogs. Singing a song. But it sure is the saddest song.

Day 2: Photo of self and description of day

I woke up startled, because I had just told off my baby daddy,
something super mean and clever, a la Reality Bites style, and had
walked away with my head held high but full of remorse, as Kathleen
Kelly did when she was able to say what she wanted to say at the right
moment. (I just realized my life is a series of movie references that
only Sara will get.). So that happened.

And then I got ready for work and was even running a bit early because
I had to get to the Monday morning meeting with the new time of
9:30a. However, I was super delayed due to several lights not working
(from the early morning rain I assume). I had to park far from the
elevator and right when I almost get to the elevator I realized I left
my badge in my car so I had to walk all the way back to get it. So
what started out as me being early turned into 15 minutes late to the
meeting. (this is incredibly fascinating I'm sure, but part of my
assignment today)

Then I watched some pre recorded tv (part of the job, I promise) and
then went to lunch with C and F. Had a turkey meatloaf sandwich.
Which I'm still noshing on as I type this. Chomp chomp chomp.
Listened to C and F dish about the lovers in their lives, lamented
about my lack of, but told them about the pregnancy dream. While
walking back to work i was nearly attacked by a fast closing gate, but
was saved by F who quickly grabbed on to me and pushed me away. Turns
out he was just using me as a shield from the deadly gate.

Went back to work, a few meetings, a cup of tea, and now here I am.
It's been an easy day at work today but it ain't always like this.
This is just the calm before the storm.

I may try to hit up the goodwill on my way home and find some things I
can destroy for cheap on the sewing machine.

I love how this picture captured my quarter map. As you can see it's
all filled up except for Arizona. But Arizona ain't important
anyway. Olay!

A few minutes of your time...

I can't shake it. Last night I had the most realistic dream that I was pregnant. As in, I'm-gonna-give-birth-tomorrow pregnant. C was pregnant along with me and was going to have her baby the day before me. During my dream I kept looking down at my stomach and telling people, there's a bulge, but it's not that big, maybe I'm not pregnant. And a friend pointed out the moving bulge in my stomach and said, nope, it's in there. And the fact that my stomach was small was how I was able to hide it from everyone (including myself it seems) all these months. And also I was going to give birth without telling my parents, and in my dream I thought, maybe I should call my mother and let her know. Also, I thought about bringing the baby to work, and how a crib would cramp up my already small office. I don't know where all these thoughts came from.

This past weekend I went with my family down to dana point, which was nice. We just hung out, watched movies, and ate, what we usually do when we get together. I shared a room with my sister and her husband and as I went to bed, I had to deal with the noises coming from the BIL's sleeping machine, and the sex machines from next door. Apparently no one heard anything except for me, which is usually the case. At least this time I had the bed to myself, and wasn't sharing a bed with my mom, which is what happened the LAST time I heard sex noises coming from the next hotel room. Do you think the sex noises are what led me to have my pregnant dream the next night? Maybe.

I walked out of my apt today and smelled...FALL! It's finally here. There were leaves falling and everything. It was nice.

Today, I am smiling about my new gray boots. The bro and I were suppose to go see this Rachel McAdams movie the other night (AFTER I informed him that it's actually a chick flick, but he still said, ok fine) but we got there too late and missed it. Instead we went and had dinner, and DSW after that. We both got ourselves a new pair of shoes. So far, I've gotten several compliments about them, even from a guy at work I don't even talk to. Good work boots, job well done on your first day.

What did you smile about today?

Day 1: 15 facts about me.

Ok. Here we go. Let's start with the obvious ones and then see where that takes us.

1. I don't like carrots. Most of you who read this blog regularly should know this by now. I'm not really sure how or when it started, I just know it started when I was little. It might have something to do with that book Bunnicula, evil bunny vampires needing carrots...or maybe not. I just think they're a bit misleading. It's a vegetable, but it's a little sweet. That confuses a kid, I'm just saying. It's like you can't really trust a carrot all that much.

2. I'm afraid of butterflies. Same issue with carrots actually...they're a little bit of evil disguised as good. Have you seen the eyes on those giant butterfly wings? It's like they're constantly watching you. Also, I had a dream that one landed on my hand and some of the poisonous powder flaked off the wings and touched my hand, and that's when I knew I would die. In my dream. Evil.

3. I have a small bump on my chest the size of a tear drop, left over from my chicken pox days. Ugh, hated those days.

4. I wasn't born in the USofA. That usually surprises people. I became a citizen in college. I went to a warehouse with a bunch of other soon to be citizens and watched a video that played Neil Diamond's America as the soundtrack.

Wow. So many more to go. Ok.

5. I play the violin in an orchestra downtown. We have a show coming up in 2 weeks and so far there's only been 2 rehearsals. Well, three, but I couldn't make it to the one today.

6. I lived in NJ for a little over a year before I moved to California. I LOVE NJ. HELLO New Jersey!

7. I am 5'4". At least last I measured, which was a few years ago. It might have been inaccurate, I might have grown a few centimeters, but I doubt it. I have this dream of being 5'6" but I don't think that'll ever happen.

8. Most days, I listen to the Stuff Mom Never Told You podcast as I go to bed. They don't have a new one everyday, but sometimes I have to re-listen to one because I fall asleep in the middle of one and can't remember what I listened to the next day. I'm trying to ween myself off podcasts though, and try to go to sleep on my own.

9. Speaking of sleep, I'm a very light sleeper. I hate that any little noise can wake me up. Such as...oh say...the sex noises emanating from the hotel room next door. Here's a tip to hotels: thicker walls. Thicker. Walls.

10. I love clothes. I don't buy expensive name brands or wear things as sexy as I should for a singal my age, but I do love pretty pretty clothes. Looking at them, wearing them. Mostly wearing them. Even now, I just got sidetracked looking at clothes online...sigh.

11. My sewing machine has sat untouched for nearly a year now. I took it with me to a beginner's sewing class and loved it. Then I came home and put it in its box and have not touched it since. I hope that will change soon.

12. I have a long torso and short legs. I hate having short legs. My pants never fit right.

13. My parents are still married. I have an older married sister, and a younger brother. Also a brother in law.

I'm having trouble with the last two. It's been 10 minutes and I'm just staring.

14. I like to draw. I haven't done it in quite some time. It's something I need to get back into.

15. Last one, I better make it good, right? I love GOOOOOOLD. Ok, no, I'm not a huge fan of gold. I'm not a big jewelry wear-er. I always try to start but then I get some really cute earrings and two weeks later I've forgotten about them. The only thing I've been steadily wearing has been my typewriter key necklace. I love that thing.

DONE. Oh boy, this is going to be a long 30 days.

Love love love

I want this dress!!! There's this phone commercial out right now, and all I can see when I see this commercial is this magenta and white striped dress. It's so perfect. So awesome. It's like the actress knows it too, she keeps bouncing in place a little, just to let the dress flirt with the camera. I want it. I want it. I want it. But I can't find it. Probably custom made, most likely.

Ever since I made my olive oyl costume, I've been on this clothes frenzy. I had to sew the collar of my costume from scratch, and thank goodness it turned out ok. I thought about getting out the sewing machine to make it go faster, but there is this fear with using my sewing machine....we won't get into it now. So instead I hand sewed it, and there was this 50/50 chance that I would screw it up. But then I finished the costume, it looked ok, and now I just keep thinking "what's next?" I've got to go back to the goodwill so I can pick up some cheap things and possibly mess them up and be ok with it. That's how I will face my sewing fear. (Let's hope) It's as though my hands woke up while I hand sewed and now they're looking for more. More. MORE! Oh yea, the best thing about my costume? I found a black skirt at the goodwill with POCKETS. It was down to two skirts, luckily they both fit, but one was sexy with no pockets, the other was not sexy but had AWESOME pockets. No surprise, I went with the pockets. They were such awesome pockets too, not the regular kind on the side, but the middle kind, the kind where you can put your hands in your pockets and rub your belly. Kinda like hand muffs. I was so excited in the dressing room. Pockets people, pockets makes the world go round.

Going to the dentist in the morning. Kind of excited. I love going to my dentist. Clean teeth is a swell thing.

Next Thursday may be a big day for me. We shall see.

I know, I know. Sara has already started her 30 day challenge. I plan on doing it, but I think shall start on Sunday night. Going on a mini vacation with the family this weekend to Dana Point, so may not have time. SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY is when I'll start.

30 Day Challenge

Hello Friends,

I came across this blog just now, and saw that this lady had a 30 day blog challenge. As some of you may know, sometimes my mind speaks to me, and sometimes it doesn't. I seem to be going through a quiet mind time, and haven't found much to blog about lately. But in an effort to write more, and keep up the writing, I feel like her 30 day challenge should be really doable. Plus, she did all the hard work for me already! She came up with something to write about each day, for 30 days. Actually, seems like it should be a fun challenge. Um, does anyone want to join me? I kind of hope you don't, so I can back out at any minute without feeling like I'm letting you down, but, it's also like running, where you know its good for you and helpful to do it with a partner. If you're interested in joining me, HOLLA. Of course, not starting today. As with most things, I like to ponder and think and overanalyze and possibly talk myself out of it before I begin. Ha.

So here is her list, which I shall use as my list, one topic for every day:

- 15 facts about you.
- A photo of yourself and a description of how your day was.
- Your favorite photograph of your best friend.
- 20 of my favourite things
- A photo of yourself two years ago.
- A photo of an animal you'd love to keep as a pet.
- A song to match your mood, and why.
- A recipe
- A photo of the item you last purchased.
- A photo and description of what's in your makeup bag?
- A photograph of the town you live in.
- A TV show you're currently addicted to.
- Something you don't leave the house without.
- A photo of something that makes you happy.
- Something you crave a lot.
- What's in your purse?
- A photo of something that means a lot to you.
- A photo of somewhere you've been to.
- A picture of you last year and now and how have you changed since then?
- Your worst habit
- 5 of your biggest pet peeves
- Your celebrity crush.
- Something you could never get tired of doing.
- Your favourite book
- A photo that makes you happy
- A photo that makes you angry/sad
- Your dream house
- An art piece (drawing, sculpture, painting, etc) that means something to you.
- A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
- A photograph of youself today + three good things that have happened in the past 30 days

Oh dear...a lot of these are photos. I don't know if I'll be posting photos or not, I guess we'll see.

I feel sick right now. I had some cioppino (which I love) from Trader Joes, and I think all that seafood is making me nauseous. I don't even like the seafood in it so much as I enjoy the soup part, which is just your typical tomato soup. Ugh. I feel really gross.

Palm Reading

Last night C and I waited in line for this palm reader. It took FOREVER. (The line that is.) Never had such an in depth palm reading, and it was quite interesting. Even though C and I sat next down together, she read our palms separately. A lot of the things she said about both of us were quite true.

Some of the things she said:

I tend to over think and over analyze things too much (um...check!), and that I need to just be aware of it in relationships (of any kind) because people probably aren't thinking as much about what they said or did, as I am.

I do too much in relationships. I over do it. This I knew, but she made this really great point that I never thought about before, which is when I over do things, I don't leave room for that other person to step up and be equally doing things for me or allow them to feel like they can and are capable of do things for me back. (Also, when I say relationships, it's really any relationship with work, friends, family, not just of the dating kind.) She said that if I just sat back and watched tv for three hours in my pjs and did nothing in relationships, I would still be lovable because I'm me. I'll take it.

She brought up me over doing it in relationships twice. And that some line on my palm was telling her it was off the chart. And I asked her if its just a little off the chart, or way off, and she said WAY WAY off the chart. I think she also said that I over do it to make people like me? I can't remember exactly what she said on this point, but it struck a chord with me because it made me think about a friend of mine. I had just been thinking about her earlier in the morning and my relationship with her and whether I was doing enough to be a good friend. I thought, maybe I need to call her more, or check in with her more, or DO something MORE to be a better friend to her because I wasn't quite ready to just give up on her even though our relationship is...well, it's barely existent. I go back and forth with this all the time. But last night I kind of felt that when the lady was telling me I don't need to do so much in relationships, she was talking about me and this friend of mine. So that kind of gave me piece of mind. And btw, it's no one that reads this blog. I don't even know if she knows this is still in existence.

She brought up that I had money problems. Which at first I kept quiet about because it's so not true, and I didn't want to make her look bad. But I'm so good with my money! So then she went on to say either that I don't manage my money well (nope, not at all lady), or that I'm having a hard time getting money? (I can't remember the details of this exactly either, but this was wrong too). So just when I was going to tell her otherwise, she said: OR, it could be that you don't feel like you're getting paid your worth. BINGO. Of the three she listed, this was the closest. But then I also thought, well, lots of people would like raises, who wouldn't? At first I thought this point was so generic but then when she went into the details and talked it out, it was more about me than the money, which made sense. More about how I'm very capable at what I do, but don't feel I'm worth more than what people give me, and so that I need to let people know all the things I'm capable of and just know that I'm worth more than I think I am. She said I need to go talk to someone who does what I do, who gets paid more than me, and just see how I can get up to that level. It's funny, B and I talk about these money strategies all the time because I have such a hard time talking about it with employers. Money is just an uncomfortable subject to talk about with anyone. Also, she brought up a lot of the same things during me and C's reading, but this money thing is one that was different.

I'm good at getting things done. Completing projects.

I'm a leader. (Eh....I'm not so sure about this one, it comes and goes)

I have more of a creative side and I need to foster that. Because when I don't, when I get away from it too much, I am not happy. (So true.) So I need to find more creative things. Go out and have fun.



She said a lot more that I can't remember right now. It's a lot of information she spews at you in a short amount of time. Maybe I'll come back and add it if I think of it later. There were a few things she said that I didn't quite understand, or didn't think was me at all, but I didn't think to ask or bring it up.

Thanks for making it this far. This was more for me to jot down what she said for future use, but maybe it was interesting for you. The thing about palm reading vs the rest of the readings, tarot cards, etc, is that I feel like it's more concrete than the others. Your lines on your hand are there. I do believe they can paint a general (maybe detailed) picture of who you are. It's just a matter of deciphering the code.

Doobie doobie doo

It's been quite the week. A major meltdown driving home, a few smaller meltdowns at work, hiding in the bathroom, dreams about working, heart palpitations, eye twitches, and a constant nervous stomach. Thing is, I must be perceived as so tightly wound, like I need to take a chill pill or "just relax". It's just not me, but it's what I'm becoming. I don't like it. I'm trying to think positive thoughts. Things like, it's not the situation, it's how you deal with the situation. Trying to empower myself. Trying. Trying really hard.

Let's move on.

The other day I went down to the cafeteria and ordered stir fry. When choosing my veggies, I said, "All of them, except carrots.....I don't like carrots." To which the guy making my food replied, "And they don't like you." Story of my life.

Tomorrow will be the first time in a few years that I will have a costume. I'm only wearing the normal looking part of my costume to work, and then putting on the extras before the contest. I'm not usually one to wear costumes but this year it was said that it's mandatory. Probably not, but you don't want to be the only kid not dressed up. Besides, there are prizes involved. Prizes I want to win, but probably will not, as my costume is too obscure. And everyone will ask who I'm suppose to be, and I will tell them, and they'll say "who?" and I'll say, "google it." And they won't. And will never know who I was suppose to be. Oh well. At least I'll get to wear a stache. That's really the whole point. Maybe I'll post a pic.

Ouch my jaw just popped.

Blargh

uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack.

Urrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh.


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Stupid heads.

I whip my hair back and forth

For a while I got sucked into that live coco cam. This guy I know is going to be doing standup on it at 3am...but I don't know if I can stay up that late. It's been a long day. Ms. Parker can concur. She's probably asleep. Ha! Parker Concurs. Should be a segment or something. Where she just says yes to everything. Hahahahaha.

Boots boots I need some boots, the more I root the more I foot (the boot).

Yea, that made no sense. With ALL the boots out there, I can't seem to find a pair I like. That are also affordable. Considering these:


But they may be too high up on the knees for my liking. I'm so very particular about my things.

Have you guys seen this commercial?


I work with this guy everyday. Every time I see this on the TV I want to call him up. But that would get annoying. He makes me laugh a lot at work. I'm glad we're on the same team. I hope he makes it big time some day. I can say I knew him when...

Vanilla Ice is flipping mansions. Since when?

Alright stop.

It's peanut butter jelly time.

Aha!

Finally, I think I'm getting the upper hand on this cold. (**knock on wood**) Pesky colds. I've been trying to adhere to a strict regiment of oscillium...however you spell it, once every 6 hours. This stuff is pricier than the usual meds, but it seems to work once I started sticking to it. Add to that a boring weekend of staying in and lots of reading and movies.

It's raining. I really love when it rains. I think I've mentioned this all too many times already.

So I got a package in the mail today. It's a dvd of a short movie I once saw at a film festival that one of my films was playing. I had emailed the director telling him how great it was (really, the best of the whole program) and whether he had it online? He had replied and said it was not online but he would send me a hard copy if I sent him my address. So I did but that was a while ago so I figured I was forgotten, which, was fine. But then I received the dvd today and hooray, people still stick to their word. I just finished watching it again and wish I had come up with such a great idea. Such great dialog. Had such style. Ho hum.

I had to watch this show for work today about psychic children and the paranormal. And it gave me this idea for a movie, most of which is ripped off from the show. But the little girl (real kid, not actress) was so incredibly gorgeous that it made me think a movie was possible. I would write it down here but I don't have all the kinks worked out yet.

Had a restless night of sleep the past two nights. Last night I dreamt that B tried to kill me and laughed about it. I think it's all from the book. Dear book, I WILL FINISH YOU. Literally and metaphorically.

Yipes

I've been taken to using this word a lot lately. It's so cartoonish sounding, I love it.

I can't seem to shake this cold or flu or whatever it is I have. Nothing drastic, just annoying and full of discomfort. After all the drugs and teas, and the hours and hours of sleep I've had, it's still not going away.

I had a bad dream last night, I can't tell if it's from the drugs or the book I was reading when I went to bed. Probably a little of both.

I don't know about you guys, but I'm in need of some pretty, so here you go:

Niceties

I nearly gave myself an ear piercing this morning. My right earring went in fine, but my left...well I had to poke around in there a bit. Afterward, my ear stung, as though I just pierced my own ear. Which is odd, because the last time I had earrings in my ear was only Sunday, and I've been earringless for a lot longer in the past. There've been times where I'll go three weeks without putting my earrings on. Steve suggested that maybe since I'm sick my skin bloated up and closed itself. Perhaps. I just hope it doesn't get all infected now.

I read this article today where a set of parents had their kids on 8/8/8, 9/9/9, and 10/10/10. How awesome. They're not looking to make another one for 11/11/11 though.

This weekend will be full of sleep and laziness and more sleep and couch movies. And of course, keeping me company will be the beloved nyquil. I just love that stuff. I also love when the weather changes. When it turns cold, it makes me feel less guilty about staying in on the weekends, instead of taking full advantage of the california sun.

Tonight, L-rice is coming over and we're going to watch The Good Guy, starring that girl from Gilmore Girls. It's nice when you find someone to share in your guilty pleasures that you can't tell most other people about.