Monday, May 24, 2010
Now that I've looked at what I've written, I am mildly amused (and perhaps even a bit embarrassed) by how childish and sort of silly the vast majority of my posts have been. Its as if I was trying to write on behalf of someone else. Don't get me wrong, I have not given up my reality television (not going to happen, no matter how much J huffs and puffs about the demise of civilization), but lets see if I can find my true voice out here.
And on that hopeful note....don't I have the first episode of the Bachelorette to watch (its Ali!)?
Thursday, March 5, 2009
And this is the first Bachelorette I will watch in years, mainly b/c it's Jillian, whom I loved.
I cannot believe I just blogged about this. I need help.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Do we really even need to talk about this? Because I think it speaks for itself. This is what we call "res ipsa loquitur" in lawyer-speak. Although I don't know if it can even speak with all that shit in its lips. Look at the full-sized image at your own risk. And please oh please note the purple eyeliner.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
1. quit smoking
2. lose the poundage I packed on since the wedding by finally joining a gym and cooking at home more
3. organize our tiny apartment
4. read a book from cover to cover
5. make use of my netflix account to catch up on all the movies I've wanted to see forever
6. learn to use the damn sewing machine
7. explore the general geographic area - there's so much stuff to do around here that I've never gotten around to doing
8. take my camera everywhere and document stuff so J doesn't feel so out of the loop
9. send the best care packages ever
I hate resolutions. But right now I hate everything around and about me - my job, our apartment, my lack of healthy choices. I guess no time like now.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
And now I'm speechless not because I don't have anything to say, but because I have too much. And none of it is very nice. Excuse me while I stop my brain from exploding.
Why oh why is every print on Etsy so effing infantile? What is this cultural obsession with 40 year old men acting like frat boys (Forgetting Sara Marshall, Knocked Up, etc.) and grown women buying into all the kitsch??? If I have to see another kewpie - looking portrait, or another drawing with some sort of heart motif. or another fantasy/vampire/wanna be pin up girl print, or another screen print of a g-damn bunny I will vomit all over the keyboard. What the hell are those of us who want non-bare walls to do? Sigh.
P.S. I wanted to post examples of what I'm talking about, but decided against it. Because "artists" who have zero taste may still have feelings. Also, I really don't want to get sued.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Sí, se puede (Spanish for "Yes, It can be done!" or "Yes, you (formal) can do it!") is the motto of the United Farm Workers. In 1972, during Cesar Chavez's 25 day fastPhoenix, Arizona, he and UFW's co-founder, Dolores Huerta came up with the slogan. inThe phrase has been widely adopted by other labor unions and civil rights organizations and drew widespread political and media attention as a rallying cry during the 2006 U.S. immigration reform protests
I, for one, would love to take my car to "Yes, it can be done!" smog check. Yes, please. I would not, however, love to go to a United Farmworkers rally.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
We had very little time for pictures, b/c the hair and makeup took soooo long. The groomsmen were rowdy, and very hard to get them to stand still. J's family is huge, and to get them all into a picture was an adventure, so by the time all that was done we had almost no time for portraits. The photographer was amazing, and she snapped some photos of just the two of us later in the night, outside by a fountain and a fireplace, so hopefully those will turn out well.
My dad's toast was hilarious. I don't know if he got the "toast, not roast" concept, but it worked. Everyone was cracking up and tearing up at the same time. My beautiful bridesmaids all spoke, and each one made me cry. J's boys also did well - he has amazing friends who really love him a lot, and it showed.
The hora was out of control. I never thought that many people would participate, but I swear the entire wedding was out on the dance floor, surrounding us in circles. Once the chairs were up in the air, it was absolutely insane. The sheer terror of falling, combined with watching everyone dance around us was totally surreal and wonderful.
At the end of it all, what we really wanted was a good party. Lots of yummy food, great music (the DJ was a superstar!) and an open bar didn't hurt, either. The last few hours of the reception were my absolute favorite. All our friends and immediate family stuck around til the very end, drinking, dancing, goofing off. There was an impromptu rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody by all the guys, a chorus of "I got friends in low places" and a hilarious serenade of "You've lost that loving feeling." Faith and Ryan performed their gift to us, an interpretive dance set to "Power of love" by Huey Lewis. We laughed so hard we almost cried. I was dancing around with bottles of beer in my well-manicured hands.
I wish it lasted longer. I wish we could repeat it over and over, so that I wouldn't miss a single moment. I wish there were 500 cameras following us around all day. But at the end of the day, I have a husband who loves me in a way I've always wanted to be loved, and whom I adore to the moon and the stars. I couldn't have asked for more.
Friday, August 15, 2008
J and I have moved into our new apartment in Corona, CA. It was affordable, it's closer to the base where J is stationed, and not too far from OC where all my friends are. The move has been relatively easy - everything works, and I now have cable and internet. The new couch arrives today! But I still feel uneasy. Planning a wedding to an active duty military guy is not something I would recommend, especially with the current status of world affairs. I keep worrying about him not being able to make the wedding constantly. Needless to say, this has not made for an enjoyable pre-wedding period. More than anything, I'm pissed off that I don't even get to enjoy THIS. But that's the price we pay. I keep telling myself that I knew what I was getting into, I "let" him enlist, and I'm so proud of him. But no amount of foresight can ever prepare you for what actually happens. The constant worry, not knowing if your future husband will even make his own wedding because of something stupid, missing him like crazy, not being able to be in the same household even after we are married, all of that is inhumanely difficult. Thank G*d for my girls - you all are awesome, even if it wouldn't hurt you to drive out here to the boonies and visit :-)
On a brighter note, tomorrow is my bachelorette fiasco. We're going out to dinner and then to a "wine lounge." And Steph has just asked me whether me wearing "anything with male genitalia" on it is out of the question. Stay tuned for more, including photos!
Monday, August 4, 2008
1. My wedding planner (whom I adored) at the hotel had to go into emergency surgery and is not back at work. Another planner is supposed to take over for her.
2. My Rabbi canceled due to a "family event" he could not get out of...2 days before the bar. I've found a replacement Rabbi, hope she works out.
3. My florist has been "promoted" at the florist company and is no longer my florist. The owner does not have a clue who will take over for him, but I'm assured it will be fine. I may have believed her, but she had no idea what kind of flowers they were supposed to be using, nor anything else that I've discussed with my original florist.
If any of my other vendors decide to get promoted, get sick, or have a family event to got to...please tell me BEFORE THE EFFING WEDDING!!!!
P.S. I (think) I have stayed as calm as possible considering everything. But I now see why some brides may get ridiculously overstressed. Here's a suggestion: the only person who is allowed to call a bride "bridezilla" is the bride herself. Unless she is being a monumental bitch, cut the girl some slack. Because while wedding planning is fun and exciting, it is also incredibly stressful. And this comment in no way suggests that I have been called "bridezilla" by my near and dear. Just a general comment on the status of affairs.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
1. She knows how big the pic will be and is thus trying to fit her whole body into it. [hahaha when I first typed this I typed "hole"]
2. She is bending over so the photographer has a good shot of her enormous cleavage.
3. Her "skirt" is so short, she didn't wear underpants and is trying to avoid flashing her "South Florida." This is the least likely option as I'm pretty sure no one wears "skirts" this short unless they WANT everyone to see their "South Florida."
Photo by Humberto Carreno/Startraks from People.com
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* share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself
* tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs
* let each random person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog
1. I procrastinate by telling myself that I cannot concentrate on work until the house (or at least my room) is clean. Whatever. At least the cleaning gets done.
2. Up until my late teens I used to eat apples and pears whole. I'd munch on the core and swallow the seeds. People made fun of me. I had no idea why - why waste deliciousness?
3. I have never cheated on a test. I think the guilt would kill me.
4. I judge people by whether they put their bare feet up on my coffee table. Only the select few can get away with it, and even then it totally grosses me out.
5. I don't think bathroom humor is at all funny. I also judge people by whether they find it funny.
6. I print out or bookmark numerous recipes that I swear I'm going to cook. I have only made one dish from all of those. I keep telling myself (and J) that it is because I don't have the appropriate kitchen gadgets or the correct size of pot/dish/skillet. I feel smug when he seemingly buys it.
I'm tagging (I have 4 friends with blogs. So sue me):
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Photo courtesy of MarthaStewart.com