...Pants on Fire!

I'm a bad liar. It's not that I don't try, it's just that I have troubles keeping my story straight. I once told the most elaborate lie ever so that I could go and see my boyfriend for 10 minutes and then I couldn't remember the details and I totally ended up getting caught. (Oh yeah, I totally buckle under pressure as well). This is why I have such a fear of hotel authority. I am in constant fear of getting questioned about how many people really ARE in the room.  ("No we can't ask for extra towels! They'll know there are 6 of us in here!!!")  Another reason is that my facial expressions always give everything away. This is either the best reason to go shopping with me or the worst...depending on how much you want to buy something. You can ask my sisters. I just cannot hide my displeasure on my face (even if I think I'm doing a good job of it). This is a scary thing for me - being able to control how I feel about something, but not being able to match the feeling in my facial expression. Also, I'm very bad at thinking on my feet. That's why I suck at interviews or comebacks. I always think of something clever to say after the fact, which doesn't help me at all. Then I dwell on the fact that I could've said something brilliant if they had only asked me via email. But the slow-on-the-feet thinking definitely doesn't help when someone asks for your opinion on say, a hideous top or hairstyle. You know the saying "If you have nothing nice to say, then don't say anything at all?" Well, this is not really the best advice. Sometimes to be kind, I will pretend I never heard them asking. But again, the look on my face will give me away, so it doesn't matter.  

Sometimes I just say "Is dat what you like?" Which pretty much tells them to put it back on the rack and walk away. I got that last saying from my mom. When I  went on my search for the perfect wedding dress and found The One, I called my mom excitedly and said "I found it! I found it!". And so the following Saturday my mom came with me to the Bridal salon, excited and giddy. I watched enough of "Wedding Story" and other sappy movies to know that when a daughter puts on the wedding dress for the first time, her mother will be in tears with the realization that her little girl is growing up and becoming a woman. In anticipation of this, I even packed a big wad of kleenex in my purse. I had the wedding saleslady help me in the changeroom, so that I could come out dramatically and my mom could have the full effect. As I took one last look at myself in the mirror, I smiled and thought "Yes. She will LOVE it." I opened the door, my face glowing with the expectation of admiration and my mom looked at me and said... "Is dat what you like?"

There were no tears, no "You look beautiful!". Just... "Is dat what you like?" (the sound of a balloon deflating...)

Seeing my disappointment she quickly tried to recover and said "Oh, it's nice." (Never mind mom!) My mother also cannot hide her facial expressions (which is obviously where I get it from). She was trying to smile, but she still had the "I think..no."face. Oh mother.

I ended up throwing the wad of kleenex in the trash. 

Anyhoo. So basically what I'm trying to tell you is that I cannot tell a lie. For real. I'm not lying. It's just not possible. Really.

gLee

My fave new show "Glee" was on tonight. I definitely have to go and buy the first season. I'm just SO loving this show right now! How have I not watched this show until a few weeks ago? After last week's "And I'm in love with Finn" show, I couldn't wait to see this week's episode. And...This show is genius. The songs from the past two weeks' episodes were upbeat, popular and fun. Songs like "Hello/Goodbye" and "Hell" and then of course "Express Yourself", "Like a Prayer", "Vogue"and my new on-constant-repeat fave "Borderline/Open your Heart" (sigh, Finn...) were stuck in my head for the past 2 weeks.

However, tonight's episode was more...melancholy. (Don't ask me what that means, I don't know the exact definition.) But...It was deep, with hints of longing and sadness. And I was moved. The songs...what were those songs? "A House is Not a Home" and "Beautiful" were haunting and lovely and I felt my heart swell with emotion and spill over. As I wiped away the tears (you know that I get emotional when I hear music like this), I thought to myself, this show is so much more than just being cool and quirky! It's heart-breaking and beautiful...it's more than just catchy songs with a new twist.  It's something else. It's...it's...

Wow, am I going a bit overboard??? I know. I'm extremely dramatic. (It's because I insist upon myself.) Well, who cares - I love this show and ain't no one gonna change my mind. So there.

Plus, I love it because it has my name in the title : )

You totally HAD to be there!

So this past weekend was my sister's "Birthday Extravaganza Weekend!". I always call any birthday weekend an "extravaganza". I know calling something an "extravaganza" makes it sound like a huge, wild and crazy party, but now that we're a bit older, it's actually more subdued - dinners with friends and other fun activities (that don't end in a night of puking or being passed out, thank you very much.) No, we're much more refined now...

On Friday, the girls (that is, my sisters and I) went to one of our fave places to do one of our fave things: paint ceramics at Brushfire! I know what you're thinking...but it really IS good times. We pick out a piece and paint on our designs, all while gossiping and catching up on everything! After that, we went out to eat at a little Italian restaurant across the street: Mona Lisa Ristorante. The food was good, but truthfully, the company was what made the evening! I've known my sisters for a long time. (Actually I only have one real sister (who I've, of course, known forever), but the other 2 sisters are sisters and now they are my sister's sisters-in-law and therefore my sisters-in-law as well. It's just easier to say my sisters. Because they are. Did you get all that?) Anyways, we could not stop laughing about everything! In fact our waitress was so enjoying our conversation everytime she came to bring us something that she wanted to join in as well...here's her part of the convo "You girls are so funny! I have a young cousin and we went to Walmart the other day and she was like "Woh, Walmart is weird."" We all looked at each other and were all "Right..." (After she left we were all "WTD"?  = What the deuce?!) haha!
Now, when we go to a restaurant, I don't know about you, but if there is free bread involved we are ALL OVER it. (Free bread?! Yes please!) So, after ordering our apps and meals (We were starving, btw. Painting makes you hungry!) we asked Carol (who had been to the restaurant before) whether we would be getting bread. She said that we were supposed to and that she would ask the waitress when she came back. At this point, we were also quite parched and had downed our water as soon as it was poured (as gossiping about others is exhausting.) So, when she came back Carol was like "Um...Do we get bread?" and the waitress (who btw, looked and spoke like Amy Poehler from SNL, which I just now realized) said "Of course. I will bring it." and I chimed in with "Oh, and can we also please get some more water?" And our waitress, who I will now call 'Amy' said "Yes, I will be right back with your bread and water." When she left I was all "What are we - in prison? "Can we please have bread and water?!" Which sent us into hysterics! Then my sister said "This is like Jesus times - having bread and water." which made us laugh even harder! Then when 'Amy' brought our b&w, along with some olive oil/balsamic to dip the bread in, Belin said "Wow, it is like Jesus times with us dipping bread in this olive oil!" And then we were almost crying because we could not stop laughing! Then there was talk of who wore "Hollywood pants" (Belin), who rocked the party who rocks the party? (Carol), who wore white pants in the rain (not any of us!), and the smell of basements (ew..). Anyhoo... it all was really, really funny!

What? It's not that funny to you?!

Then, I guess you totally HAD to be there! ;-)

(Btw...Pictures from our Brushfire creations will be posted soon...)

I have nothing. To wear, that is.

There are certain questions I ask myself on a regular basis: What's the haps today? What is up with my hair? What are we having for dinner? What the deuce? and of course, the most important question of them all -WHAT SHOULD I WEAR?!

This question (and the numerous variations of it) is one that I never seem to have a consistent answer to. Some days it's something that I can readily answer, but more often than not, I only end up figuring it out in the last few minutes of when I'm getting ready in the morning! My sister tells me that I would save a lot more time if I either thought about it before I went to bed or while I'm in the shower in the morning. But neither of those times works for me. Before I go to bed I'm either writing on here, watching tv or falling asleep. During my shower, I'm still trying to wake up. Then after that, it's blow dry, brush my teeth, style my hair and now (thanks to my new obsession with make-up) at least 20 minutes of applying various eye shadows, concealers, and eye liner (seriously, how do people put it on so perfectly?!).  By the time I'm done all that, I only have a few minutes to apply lotion, decide on my outfit (I'm trying to wear "outfits" again!),and choose my accessories! (Even less time if I actually have to iron my clothes). Thank goodness my husband and I now have our own closets! I would never be able to find anything if his stuff was in there too. (Seriously, boy has more clothes than me.) On Fridays  I get to wear jeans, but it doesn't really make it that much easier. I mean, I still want to wear "an outfit". (I know, I'm high maint.)

A variation on this question is: What should I wear on my trip to_____? I've complied lists and tables on this subject. In fact, I pretty much make up a list/table of outfits every day. Sometimes I don't even own the stuff on my list yet. Regardless, once a trip is booked, the next thing I do is try and figure out what the heck I'm going to wear daily. As you saw in  my post a few days ago, we booked a trip to Vegas this summer. However, I'm completely stumped as to what I could wear. What do you wear in an oven?

Anyways, I don't know if I will ever be able to answer my question of "What should I wear?" consistently or even to my liking...but at least I always have a reason to go shopping!

In your dreams, Pedro. IN YOUR DREAMS.

So I was watching Glee tonight and it was the "Power of Madonna" episode. And I love, love, LOVED when Finn and Rachel sang "Open Your Heart". Did you see the look of intensity when Finn was playing the drums? Yeah. And...I'm in love with Finn. (Yes, I'm extremely fickle. I may have to do a "Celebrity Boyfriends - part deux" post. Good thing my husband doesn't get jaleux.) Anyways, I was talking to one of my bff's about this new crush and she admitted that she was a tiny bit in love with Mr. Schu. Now, before I go on, I don't know if you've all seen the show, but since I'm a Glee-neophyte, I thought Mr. Schu was the principal. So I was like "Really?!" Well to each their own, I suppose. But then realized that Mr. Schu is actually the teacher. (I suppose that would make more sense.) Anyways, she said the reason she started to like him was because...she had a dream about him. The next morning she woke up and googled him. (Ha! I knew I wasn't the only one!)

So, have you ever dreamt of someone and your dream of them was so interesting, that when you woke up you were kind of intrigued by them? Then because of your new obsession, you find that you need to google them as soon as possible. I believe it's because you just need to see them again to "re-live" your dream and to see if you only felt that way because you were dreaming. Once I dreamt I was flying...with Bruce Willis. Not on a plane flying, but actually FLYING. It was good times.When I woke up I was like "What? Bruce Willis? Really? I think I'm in love with him!" Hm..Interesting. So I googled him because I thought "Could I have been overlooking Bruce Willis for all these years?" But...then after checking out IMDB and Wikipedia (plus a slew of Google images) I kind of laughed at myself and went, "Uh, no. Thank goodness THAT was just a dream!" (hahaha! Oh Bruce Willis!)

Then there's other times where I have a dream about someone and they irritate me and I can't look at them the same. (Yes, I'm talking to you Channing Tatum. Ever since you wore that "men's jean skirt" and were all aloof and snobby to me, I can't look at you the same. No, I can't forgive you.) My husband is familiar with these dreams. If, in my dream, he's done something that's made me mad, I wake up all annoyed and give him the silent treatment. Then he's all "What did I do in your dreams NOW?!" (Heh heh, yes I admit it's kind of dumb, but sometimes my dream seems so real! Luckily he's patient enough to reassure me that it was just a dream. Every time.)

Anyways, I guess that's all for tonight. It's gettin late and I'm off to sleep.

Good night and sweet dreams!

Shopping for shopping?

So our trip to Vegas is booked! Yay!

Now comes the hard part: planning my outfits. Finding a good deal on flights and hotel is nothing compared to deciding what the heck I'm going to wear! It has to be a great mix of style, simplicity, trendiness and comfort. And we're going to be in the middle of the desert in the dry heat of summer...so it's gonna be hella hot. I'm actually a little bit scared of how hot it's going to be. I've never gone to Vegas in the actual summer time. It's always been in the fall or December. Thinking back though...some of those days were actually kinda warm already. So if it was hot then, I can only imagine how sweltering it's going to be at the end of June! Tssss...caliente.

So let's see...I'm thinking 2 outfits a day (maybe 3, depending on what the plans are in the evening). I need extremely comfy shoes or sandals for the day (I can't make the same mistake I've made in previous years where I'm wearing fashionable, yet blister-inducing shoes. I'm not kidding - one year my foot was actually bleeding). So far I only have...maybe one or two pairs of capris and three tops...Yikes! That ain't gonna do. So what to do?? Well obviously I will need to buy some new clothes to wear on the trip. Unfortunately, the clothes I would like to buy are in the states. Crap. I like to have good shopping outfits for Vegas, so I need to go shopping before I go shopping. If you know what I mean.

I need a good shopping spree at Forever 21 or H&M (Yes, I know I'm not 21, but where else can you get the latest trends for dirt?!) These stores understand that just because you want to be au courant in the fashion world, you might not want to spend haute couture prices. (I say, save your hard-earned money for iconic, timeless pieces, such as a designer handbag, a great pair of jeans or a nice coat). Plus it's Vegas. I can't just wear my work clothes there! I need to look glitzy (but be comfy at the same time)! How can I possibly complete my Vegas wardrobe? Hm...

Thinking...(imagine the "Theme from Jeopardy" here)

I know! We still have a long weekend between now and then so...we perhaps could take a quick little side trip to Minneapolis! Yes!! Albertville, Mall of America, here I come! Just a few key pieces + some cool accessories to add to my wardrobe and I'll be set! What a great idea! I don't know why I didn't think of this sooner.

So, I just asked my husband if we could take a quick side trip to Minneapolis. He said, "Ah HELLZ no."

Boooooo : (

What a kawinkydink!

OMG.

Okay, so this past Christmas me and my family had Christmas in Orlando, Florida. (that's not the OMG part). Well, on Christmas day, me, my husband, my sister and my brother-in-law went to see the Christmas Day Orlando Magic/Boston Celtics basketball game. It was cool to actually be at an NBA game! (still not the OMG part). And, since it was Christmas day everyone in attendance received a Superman t-shirt (they were on each chair in the arena). So cool! Anyways, it was a good game even though the Magic lost.

Fast forward to yesterday. If you read my post yesterday, the one before the "Angry" one was a video for "Babe, I love you" which as you could see by the caption is currently a song I'm totally into (in fact, I'm singing it in my head right now!). So anyways, I was talking to my sister-in-law Carol about it. She had asked whether this was a movie, etc...so in explaining it, I inevitably talked about who the guys were - the one singing (Piolo) and the one in the movie (Sam). I was saying that I liked Piolo, but didn't care too much for Sam (though she thought they were the same person). Anyways, so I was going to send her a picture of Gerald Anderson, who is another actor I'm currently obsessed with and plus he's my new "bf"! (lol). 

So googling his name I found some pics but I also happened upon a youtube video of him...AT THE SAME GAME that we went to on Christmas day in Florida!!! OMG. He was at the same game!!! As soon as I got home I started looking through our camera for pics from Florida. There's a point in his youtube video that he is taping Dwight Howard shooting around before the game and at that same point, my husband and brother-in-law were pretty much directly across the court from where he was with his friends, taking pictures as well. He was TOTALLY in a couple of our pictures!!! (even though you need to magnify it a bit and squint). We were SO at the same place at the same time!!

Can you see him?

                            

A closer look

Wow, a celebrity sighting after the fact. A post-sighting celebrity sighting!!! I wish we could've known he was there. If only we'd had some good binoculars! Then we could've gone up to him after the game and taken pictures with him, and then asked if he wanted to hang out, maybe have some drinks and dinner, etc....(sigh...).

Hm...binoculars. I'm so buying some.

Don't make me angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry.

Have I told you all lately how much I DESPISE ignorant people? UGH. Seriously. I cannot stand stupid people. Like do they learn to be that dumb or are they born with it? I guess it doesn't matter. The end result is still the same: DUMB ASS.

Take for example today...

I decided to go to Timmy's to get my "free coffee" which I won from their roll-up-the-rim game. (Before I go on, I have to say that I'm already in a bad mood and to show it I'm wearing my "bad to the bone" outfit: grey houndstooth pants, burgundy slit-sleeve top, black jacket, burgundy shoes and my biker/rocker chick gun metal multi-chain necklace. I can be bad-ass and stylish too!) Since I was going, I was also going to pick up some coffee for a couple of my co-workers. When it was my turn to order, I ordered everything separately, so I could pay separately, and leave mine till the end. So I've been craving iced coffee for days and happily, they had it on this menu (I'm told that they don't have it in certain locations, though I don't believe that either). In all my years of "roll up the rim" and coffee-winning, I've known that you could get any beverage in any size. So this time was no different. I ordered my large ice coffee (which, let's be honest, is really just coffee with ice in it). The girl rings it up, I give her my free coffee stub and...she says "No. Cash." Uh, What? So, I was like "Uh, What?" She said, "You have to pay cash for this one." So I said, "Well, okay, then I will use this coupon for one of the other coffees." But she's all "I already rang those through". (At this point I was having "irritated face"). So I said, "Fine then. I don't want it." She looks at me incredulously and says "You don't want it?!" (However, she had already started to make it). And I smugly said "NO." OMG. Like I was SO irrritated. First because I was already grumpy, second because she was so rude and stupid and third, because I DIDN'T GET MY COFFEE.

Anyhoo. I know I'm not going to be leading any protests or boycotts of Tim's anytime soon. (Plus, Hello - I don't think anyone would join me if I did.) But... I'm in a foul mood, so please excuse me as I stomp around in anger.

Thank goodness I wore my biker/rocker chick gun-metal, multi strand necklace today! It totally frames my scowl perfectly.

Babe, I love you

I am completely obsessed with this song right now.

The Girls are Back!!!

Hello SATC Fans! It's coming soon!! Only 45 days left and I can't wait!!! I feel like I'm going to be reunited with some old friends! That's how I felt before the last movie. When the last movie came out, I took the day off to watch the movie all by my lonesome first (I didn't want anyone to talk to me - I just wanted to concentrate and enjoy my reunion with Carrie, Charlotte, Samantha & Miranda). I know I sound crazy. But I'm pretty sure that no one loves SATC more than me. Oh yeah, I've seen those amateurs who believe they are the biggest "fans". But they're nothing compared to me. And it's because "the girls" are MY friends.

So. As a true fan, I was a purist. Initially I did not want there to be another movie. I thought we had true closure to the girls' lives in the last movie. I could move on knowing that everyone was going to live happily ever after! I didn't want another movie to ruin the last one! I didn't want there to be another movie just "for the hell of it". But, as soon as I saw the first trailer - even though it didn't say anything about what this movie would be about, I felt myself being drawn back in...I was happy to see the girls again! And the clothes!!! Dahling, I'm drooling already! In a previous post I told you all, that much of Carrie's wardrobe was from the new Halston Heritage line, of which SJP is the Chief Creative Officer. But the best part is that IT IS AVAILABLE HERE. I know I was crowing about it in that past post, but seeing it in more detail in the trailer has convinced me what a coup this is for The Bay! SJP is wearing no less than 3 of the dresses from that collection in the trailer alone! We actually have something from the movie, available to buy here! (Even if it is slightly expensive). But that, for some reason, is absolutely amazing and strangely comforting to me. I think it's because it makes me feel closer to the girls. So here is the latest trailer. Enjoy!

Love it! Yay! I cannot wait until this movie comes out!

My day off has already been booked : )

Lizzie Scissorhands - The Movie. Coming Soon....

I did it again. You all know how obsessed I am with my hair right? Well...lately my ends have been looking kind of dry...so I was thinking that I really need to get a haircut. Unfortunately my hair stylist is now on mat leave. Plus when there is something wrong with my hair, I like to get it fixed right away. So...Yeah. I kind of cut my own hair. The back too. I know what you're all thinking, "WTF?" (Why the face? lol) Especially my sister who always says "DO NOT CUT YOUR OWN HAIR". Before I go on, let me tell you why my sister is so against me cutting my and anyone else's (read: her) hair.

The following story contains real events. Some details may be disturbing and unsuitable for some readers. Reader discretion is advised.

So it was the day before picture day. My sister was in grade 5 and I was in grade 9. Now, when you are in grade 9, you think you know everything. And I, of course, was no exception. I knew absolutely everything. My sister was complaining about her bangs and my parents happened to be out. So I came up with a brilliant idea! "Why don't I just cut your bangs?" I said. I figured I had got my bangs cut enough to know how to do it. Seriously, how hard could it be? She looked at me reluctantly and said "Um...maybe I should wait for mom and dud to get home and ask them." I was like "No, I can totally do it. Trust me. I'm in grade 9." Perhaps the way I said it, with complete authority, made perfect sense to her. So I got out the scissors (I think they might have been pinking shears...Naw, I'm just kidding! Although  they were those big ones with the orange handles.) Anyways...I sat her down, tied a black garbage bag around her neck and wet down her hair. I combed it out, held it straight and made the first cut. Okay! Hm...this ain't so bad! Another snip. Whew! Still good! Another and another...until I got to the other side. Yes! Done. Not bad...oh wait, this side looks a tiny bit longer than this side. Okay. Oh, wait...now this side looks a little bit shorter, let me just fix that. And so on and so forth. Before you knew it my sister's bangs were definitely shorter. Since I had her facing me (and not the mirror). I said to her, "Um...let me style your hair! It'll be a makeover!" She was like "Okay". So I got out the hair dryer and the curling iron (and also the crimper I think) and went to work. When I was done, it wasn't that bad at all. In fact, I think it looked quite good! I turned her around and...she liked it! My parents came home and noticed that her bangs were shorter, but it looked fine so they didn't think too much of it. (Plus I kept saying "She looks SO good!" and "I love your hair, I wish my hair looked like yours!") I totally felt like I did a good, no, GREAT deed. So even though I was worried initially, it all turned out well and everyone was happy.

Until the next morning.

I went off to school while my sister, who started later, was still sleeping. Apparently, this is what happened next: she woke up a bit later and had her breakfast. Of course, since she had "bed head" (which back then, was not yet all the rage), she had to have a shower. And then...if you can imagine that scene at the end of "Home Alone" when Buzz sees what a mess his room is and yells "KEVIN! What did you do to my room?!" Yeah. I think that's what she did except she screamed "LEE! What did you do to my hair?!" Needless to say, re-takes had to be done and I was never allowed to touch her hair again.

What? I was in grade 9. What did you expect?

 Anyways...back to cutting my own hair.

I couldn't help it. It started innocently enough...I just had to snip some of the ends. And then a few more to even it all out....then it kind of turned into a free-for-all, and I ended up cutting the back too. Without a mirror. Yikes. I have to admit, when I saw how much I snipped, I was just a wee bit worried. But when I checked, it wasn't too bad. In fact, it looked just fine. Everything looked (pretty much) even! Ha! See, sometimes cutting my own hair works. And plus who doesn't come home and restyle their hair after visiting the salon? I do it all the time. Seriously, look at my hair! It's not terrible...at least I don't think so? (Hm...perhaps I need to check again to make sure.  Yes, yes it's fine!) Well, it'll do until I find another stylist...

Man, I can totally cut hair. Anyone need a haircut?

I love it when a plan comes together!

So do you ever go to a restaurant and enjoy the food so much that you wish you could have it all the time? Or at least whenever you feel like it? As much as you'd like to though, usually the wallet doesn't permit that. So what  do you do?

 Well, I'll tell you what me and my husband do: we (read: HE) attempt(s) to re-create it at home! We start out by googling the recipe online. Then we venture out and buy the ingredients (and any kind of kitchen utensil that we might need). Then the cooking...Sometimes it doesn't work out. (right now he's saying "When did I make something that did NOT work out?!"...) But more often than not, it totally does work out. And the results are AWESOME... well, after the first attempt, it's awesome. We call the first attempt the "Taste Test". My husband places the dish in front of me and watches expectantly, as I take the first bite. Then, we (read: I) make comments on how it can be improved for the next time. (At this point, he usually rolls his eyes and gives me the "Why can you not just enjoy what I make" look). The second time he makes it, it's perfection. This has made him kinda cocky in the kitchen. Not that it isn't warranted, but still.

The latest re-creation he's done is Wolfgang Puck's Smoked Salmon Pizza. We first had this pizza in the Denver airport during a layover to Vegas. Delicioso! The crust was thin and crunchy topped with a cool and creamy dill cream sauce that had a hint of spice. It had sweet red onions, salty little bursts from the capers and of course, the light and flavorful smoked salmon. SO good. So...today he decided that this was what he was going to make. He picked up some pizza dough from Calabria (a little italian store close to his work) and the rest of the ingredients (sour cream, fresh dill, jalepeno pepper, lemon and of course smoked salmon) and our newest kitchen utensil: a rolling pin! He even found the recipe online. 

The first attempt was...Delicioso! Though I still had a couple of comments (ie. poke the pizza dough so it doesn't bubble! put on a few more red onions! etc...) all in all the first attempt was great!.  So here it is, I just had to take a picture:

And yes, of course the onions match the placemat. Duh.

Idea A-D-D

So this is how far I got with my blog last night: "Life is like a rock. It's hard." (hahahaha) And it's only because I was sitting here watching TFC and that commercial for pre-paid long distance came on. So, needless to say, I got sucked into watching a filipino soap opera and my writing got kicked to the wayside...

So what shall I write about today? I hate it when I don't have a clear topic that I want to discuss with you. Then I start mindlessly typing some nonsense until something pops into my head! I love it when an idea pops into my head. (Buckwheat: Hey Spanky! Me and Porky have an idea! Spanky: Keep it! You might need it when you grow up! ) However, sometimes there's nothing in my head (insert joke here). In that case, I either: 1) stare blankly at my laptop until something random pops into my head, 2) search the internet or watch tv for something that I find interesting enough to discuss or 3) give up and browse/shop online. When in doubt, I end up recapping my uber exciting weekends. You might have noticed I haven't done so for the past 2 weekends. (That's because something random popped into my head...2 weekends in a row.)

Sometimes it's not that I don't have anything to discuss, sometimes it's that I have so many random things racing around in my head that I can't focus on just one. I have "Idea A-D-D". For example, right now I'm thinking about (in no particular order):

1) How I need a mini blow torch for creme brules

2) Three No, FOUR pairs of shoes I absolutely MUST have this summer ( I wanted to post a pic of all of them, so I started googling, but then I couldn't remember who the designer was for one of the pairs (I just saw it in a magazine when I was waiting at Popocha for my Cantaloupe Slush Mango"Stah" Bubble tea...was it Cesare Paciotti?) Anyways....I couldn't find it online, so I decided not to post ANY of them (it wouldn't be fair to the shoes). But...if I find it, then I will post them). Note: This #2 on my list took me about 20 minutes to write because of all the googling...anyways.

3) Quotes from the Little Rascals movie. Seriously, there are tons. You know, you could basically answer any question from life from those quotes.(Hm...I'm going to save this one for another future post. It deserves it's own.)

4) What am I going to wear tomorrow?

5) My husband yelling at the tv because the Laker game is on ("Come on Odom!!") Eye roll.

6) Finishing this blog and whether it's making any sense

Yeah. Random.

Well, it's getting late and my soap opera is coming on soon, so I'm gonna bounce. But I will leave you with this thought:

Style is NEVER out of fashion

So lately I've been following some very AWESOME fashion blogs and it got me thinking...that I need a new wardrobe.

I know what you're thinking: I have enough clothes (well at least, that's what my husband is thinking). But seriously, you can never have enough clothes! Come on, that's just talking crazy. Enough clothes?! Hah!

Honestly, I would actually have more clothes if stores would just have the clothes that I want! So these thoughts are not something new...anyways, since following these blogs I've just become SO inspired. I'm addicted to The Sartorialist and Garance Doré (who I've heard incidentally, are dating! Awesome. The fashion spawn will be amazing.) I love, love, love seeing the photos they post and I just feel like I either want to take up photography or be someone they stop on the street to take a picture of! Well it ain't gonna happen with my current wardrobe. I mean, I do love the clothes I have, but I feel like they aren't photo-inspiring. It occurred to me that when I was younger (circa: highschool) I felt like I dressed with more purpose and style - like I needed to be in "outfits" rather than just clothes. I would wear stuff like mini skirts with leggings and "Debbie Gibson" hats with broaches (I've always loved a good broach!) or baggy printed pants folded up with my Converse hi-tops and suspenders, or my favorite "private school" look that consisted of a grey pleated skirt, burgundy tights, a white button down shirt, striped tie, and my dad's navy blue blazer. (note: though I did go to a private school this was NOT our uniform, nor did we ever wear our uniforms unless there was a school concert and btw, our uniforms weren't even as stylish as "my version", they were just navy blue skirts with white shirts and navy blue vests - blah.) Anyways, I loved these outfits. They were truly "ensembles". Did I tell you that my yearbook quote was "Style is Never out of Fashion"? I lived for fashion back then! My dream was to become a fashion designer! The subject of one of my papers was what my life would be like if I married Karl Lagerfeld! My walls used to be plastered with magazine cut-outs of Chanel, Giorgio Armani, Dior and Patrick Kelly! I used to go the mall every day! (Wait a minute, I still do that.)

But seriously, when did I stop "living for fashion"? Am I too old now to start living for it again? Does growing up, getting a job and becoming an adult mean that I'm doomed to a life of practicality and therefore practical clothes? Perhaps not. Perhaps my inner fashionista is just lying dormant and is waiting to be re-awakened! Perhaps I just need to remember my yearbook quote, my mantra throughout highschool - that STYLE really IS never out of fashion! Perhaps it's not too late to dress in "ensembles" that inspire photography! Hmmm...

Perhaps...I need a raise.

Can a cheap dessert make you feel rich & sophisticated?

So on Saturday, my husband was hungry for mussels and I had already eaten, but we decided to go where they have very delicious mussels - Bistro 7 1/4 (again!). The last time we were here (if you remember - it was Valentime's Day, or rather the day before Valentime's Day), I was so full that I wasn't able to have dessert. So... Today, I decided to have dessert and it turned out to be a lovely afternoon snack. Instead of ordering my usual Crème brûlée, I decided to try a Lemon Tart with fresh berries & cream, and a cappucino to drink. Doesn't it look heavenly?

Who doesn't love a good dessert? The tart was just that - TART. But so perfectly tart and the sweet berries and whipped cream together with the strong cappucino were a perfect match. Also a good thing? They offered the tart in a "half-order" so it was only $3.50! Mmm....

So to answer my own question: Yes, I do believe a dessert (such as this) can make you feel rich and quite sophisticated. After all, I did only put ONE sugar in my cappucino.

Cleanliness is next to godly-ness. Or at least non-self-loathing-ness.

I get lazy on long weekends...I keep thinking "I can do it tomorrow. It's the long weekend." Then before you know it, the weekend is over and I got nothing done. Then I'm full of self-loathing for the rest of the week. Well maybe not self-loathing, but maybe self-annoyance. So this time, because this is an EXTRA long weekend, I thought I would start doing things a little bit every day. For example, on Thursday night I did a load of laundry. Yesterday, I spent the better part of the day lounging around in bed or on the couch, surfing the net, and watching movies and tv...but! I did manage to vacuum the upstairs and clean my bathroom and the one downstairs. I also dusted and did another load of laundry. Oh and guess what else?! I found our long-lost Wii and PS2! I had been searching for these two things ever since we moved in. I had long since found the controllers, but just not the actual game systems. It was SO irritating because I just knew that I had packed them...I just couldn't remember what box I put them in! So yesterday when my husband decided to straighten up the basement, I went down to look for some bowls and other things. (Everytime I go down to the basement I look through the boxes for stuff). Finally, yesterday after looking through all the boxes in the basement for the 10 millionth time, I happened to look in one of the bags that I kept moving out of the way when I was looking through the boxes. I had just assumed that the box in the bag contained old bills and papers. But when I cracked it open... AHHHH! There they were! We were very excited! I'm so glad we didn't buy another one...Just an aside - Yesterday lasted longgggg... (which is a quality I SO enjoy on long weekends).

So today I cleaned the kitchen, swept the foyer and vacuumed downstairs. All that's left is to clean the other bathroom (which for some reason I can't STAND doing, so I leave it till last). Not bad I guess, but I always feel like when I do my cleaning like that, it's like a relay race. Do something, "pass the baton", do something else. But then nothing is done at the same time and then they get "messy" again at varying times. You know? Like okay, the living room is nice and vacuumed now...but now I have to vacuum upstairs AGAIN because we walked all over the freshly vacuumed carpet yesterday. I like having everything clean at the same time. There's nothing better than a clean house.

Except maybe if my husband was the one that cleaned it.

My hair has "hump days" too.

So, I've been noticing a pattern. My hair only really turns out well on Wednesdays.

You know how they say a worker is most productive in the middle of the week because Mondays they're just getting over the weekend, Tuesdays, they're working up to it, Wednesday is when they reach their full potential, Thursdays, they're starting to think about the weekend and Fridays they're pretty much useless? Well that's how my hair is...kind of.

On Mondays, I've just gotten over the weekend and so has my hair. It's not bad, but its not that good either. See, on the weekend, I can take my time doing my hair, therefore on Mondays, the timing is off - I'm trying to shorten my hairstyling time, but still trying to achieve "weekend hair" (which takes longer). Time management issues. Usually not my best work. On Tuesday, my hair is still fighting with me, but my drying time is starting to improve, therefore the styling is getting there...but still taking longer than I like. So on occasion you may notice that I need to tame it with a headband. I usually complain "My hair isn't working. But whatever." On Wednesdays, I've finally gotten in the groove! I have my hair drying time in check, as well as my styling time. I've parted my hair in just the right spot and it's curling in just the right way. I love Wednesdays! (Well, my hair does anyway). I think weddings, parties, dates and interviews should take place on Wednesdays. Wednesdays are almost always good hair days.(yay!) Thursdays, unfortunately, are not.(boo.) Since my husband gets off work a bit later, I'm at the mall waiting for him for longer. Because of this, I need to make sure my hair looks GOOD. (You never know who you'll see at the mall!) The problem is, on Thursdays, I'm always trying to achieve my Wednesday hair. This results in the "trying too hard" look. My hair becomes overstyled. Then I try to cover up the overstyling by trying to "relax" it a bit, and it ends up being flat. Needless to say, this is the day I usually complain "I HATE my hair!!" Now Fridays are kind of like Wednesdays. I try to avoid the mistakes I made on Thursday and my hair usually turns out! Good thing too, since it's Friday and the beginning of the weekend - especially if we have plans! Saturdays are good hair days too (because I can take my time - makeup works as well!) Sundays can go either way...depends how late we are for church.

Anyways...this week is a short week. So even though tomorrow is a Thursday, it's also my Friday. Come to think of it, next week is also a short week, so my Tuesday is like a Monday and my hair will still be on weekend time for one extra day. Uh oh. I hope my hair doesn't get too confused.