Tuesday, July 29, 2003 07:25 p.m.
It's always an eye opener when a co-worker is fired. At my company you can always tell. A person is called into a room. Then they return to their desk, then back to a room. This goes on a couple of times and then suddenly they come back to their desk, grab their wallet, cell phone and bag (personal desk belongings are left behind) and off they go with a member of HR. They try real hard to make it inconspicuous but you know. A few hours later an email is sent stating Effective (insert date) John Doe is no longer employed with Company Acme. Once the email is sent people are freaked out. The whispers begin and rumours fly. And Morale is low and people are worried. Its the worst!
So my new obsession Friendster is so addictive. I am constantly checking for new frieds but I only have four. How sad. i think I need to go out and make new friends. I plan on having six friends by the end of the week. And the race begins.
I came across the craziest thing the other day. Check it.
Friday, July 25, 2003 07:50 a.m.
The month of June has completely and totally gone by. What happened? Where did it go? Geez!
I remember as a kid how the days would go on and on but as an adult I blink and the day is almost over. I seriously can't believe where all the time went by.
Because of my dear frined residing in the SouthWest whom I share a name with I have become addicted to the Oracle of Bacon so much so that I have shared the linke with a few of my friends (I guess this is what that movie meant by "Pay It Forward" well kinda sorta, same idea) and they have become addicted. They are upset that I have shared this link, but hey....I didn't make them bookmark it! We all share the common goal of beating the system. I thought T and I did it the other night but we cheated a little. We used a television "celebrity" and won but i've taken it upon myself and called in cheating and now are only able to beat it with film actors. This may be impossible.
So today is the last day of my fun-filled training extravaganza. Thank god. I have to wake up later which means I'm leaving work later which I dispise! The training is so long. We get breaks every hour but all I do is check my email. It's times like these I wish I smoked then I would take a smoke break. Okay when ever that sentence "It's times like these..." pops into my head I think of that god damn foo fighters song. It becomes lodged in my brain and repeats over and over and over. I really hate when that happens. I'm going to have to listen to some music to make it disappear.
Monday, July 21, 2003 02:58 p.m.
As much as I try to wake up early on Mondays (my Sunday) I cannot do it. How am I ever going to make it for the 7am Pilates class when I can't get out of bed before 8.30am? I dragged my lazy ass out of bed at about 9am today and headed straight for the gym. It was all a complete blur. With no glasses and major bedhead I worked out and came straight home. Why do we do this to ourselves? I dislike the gym but I do it because I have to. I don't understand those people who "lllooovvveee" the gym. They are LIARS! They think the love it but its just part of their routine and they have to do it, just like me.
My friend libgrrl in PA sent me this link through for Friendster. I did it and great, I have a new obsession. I have 3 friends, right now, and am trying to convert others. It's really like that whole Six Degrees to Kevin Bacon thing. (thanks for the link super mom!)
I have created a "chore list" for me and T. I would think as adults we really wouldn't need someone telling us to clean the kitchen when the kitchen is gross or vaccuum when the carpet feel gritty but I think we do. Well not think I know we do-hence the chore list. We list everything that needs to be done and on what day and every week we sign up for our chores. This is week one. And so far so good. I don't want it to fail because this may be the only thing we can do to keep the house clean at all times or at least give the appearance of being clean at all times.
Yesterday we went to brunch at blue on blue at the Avalon Hotel in Beverly Hills. It was pretty good but the service was so slow. I don't think it was the waiters fault but more of the restaurants. There just wasn't enough staff working. The hotel was quaint and sleek. I definetly wouldn't mind going there for a drink on occasion.
Saturday night was the Big Foot Lodge -again! I can't help going there it is my "neighborhood watering hole." Its nearby, its pretty reasonable on the wallet and it has great people watching.
So it totally pains me to go shopping for underwear and bras. I find it a horrendous experience. I would much rather be shopping for shoes, purses or clothes. Anyway I dragged T along with me on my most recent trip. I was looking for "invisible" underwear. The type that does not show any underwear lines through pants and dresses. I found some low cut ones and they are comfy but the only problem is that they are not low enough. While sitting at work on Sat. I rubbed my hand across my lower back only to be confronted by the top of my underwear peeking out of my jeans. I was horrified. This was awful. At first I wanted to run home and change but that was not feaseable. My next inclination was to go commando but somehting about being commando at work is just wrong! I ended up wearing my underwear very low on my hips and hoping for the best.
Thursday, July 17, 2003 06:33 a.m.
I was reading my DWR newsletter this morning and came across these cool new wall accessores called Blik. What is Blik? These pieces of "Blik" are very cool and very mod. Unfortunately they would clash with my current decor, but maybe in my next house. If I had this stuff I would feel like I neede some Herman Miller or Charles & Ray Eames furniture.
Definetly a cool factor but I'm not that cool.
Wednesday, July 16, 2003 08:51 a.m
I was watching a VH1 special yesterday called Naked Celebrities or something like that. Anyway they were talking about this news program in Toronto called Naked News. This would never fly in the Land of the Free home of the Brave. Could you imagine this on the television here. It could not be on regular television, nor could it be on basic or extended basic cable. This would have to be on HBO or someother random cable network. This is no big deal. Nakedness. Who the hell really cares. But what was really intrigueing is that they do news on the street, interview things and they do it topless-not naked-topless. Apparently, being topless in the streets of Toronto is completely legal....Canadians!
Tuesday, July 15, 2003 06:49 p.m.
So Im back on the gym circuit. I hate it. Normally when I would go to the gym I would do barely any cardio and all weights, however, this time around i'm working on the cardio and it is so boring! I don't understand equipment like the treadmill. Walking in place? Hmmm.....I have no comment on that. It's boring. C'mon I live in SoCal, there are such prettier places to walk then in place in a gym. I've managed to convince the husband that taking the dogs for a walk in the Hollywood Hills is much more stimulating then walking in place. There is scenery, an incline, the dogs get exercise...what else could you want.
Now that we have the cardio squared away I can focus on weights at the gym. I've been going to the gym afterwork. Okay, when i'm finished with a day of work I don't want to go to they gym. I want to start going in the morning. The ironic thing is, I am a member of 24-hr Fitness BUT the 24-hr fitness near my house is open from 5am-11pm. Uuuggghhh....by may calculatin that is 18-hr fitness not 24-hr, i smell false advertising! The 24-hr near my work in Pasadena is truly 24-hrs so I think I want to start waking up 1-hr earlier and go to they gym before work. I think that would be so much more energizing.
I know I have to go to they gym but I dispise it. I hate getting sweaty, I hate wearing gym clothes and I hate touching the sweaty, molested equipment!
So I brokedown and bought the wedding gift for my pal in SLO. I purchased of the registry. I figured, even if I personally didn't like the items, which I did, I should buy it since that's what they want. And what I want to buy may not be what the want nor need. So I was good. The item is already in a big box but T wants to put it in a bigger box. I think his agenda is to have the biggest present at the wedding. I think he is forgetting that all the present may be big, it isn't his present. Maybe I should remind him.
So T has a summer agenda which is to acquire a summer tan. He tried tanning in the backyard. After many a sunburn he now has a slight tan on his back and a semi-farmer tan on his arms. It looks nice but the parts of him that are not tan do not come near being tan but rather blinding white. He has decided to get a fake-n-bake. I told him about these "misting" taning places and he is obsessed. He wants the mist tan. I read the Jennifer Anniston gets the mist. My understanding is that you stand mostly naked in this enlosed booth and this mister sprays come out and spray tanning goop on you. Supposedly this is the most natural, most even tan on the market. I've debated getting a little tanner, I think I look healthier with a tan but then I come back to reality and decide the fake-n-bake look isn't for me.
Sunday, July 13, 2003 09:40 a.m.
This week we received another large envelope in the mail. Large envelopes, with smooth, delicate, graceful writing and slight padding only means one thing. WEDDING INVITATION. This is the third couple in tow months getting married. I've known this frined since I was 12. I'm glad that this wedding will be held in the Central Coast of California. I can drive and make a mini-holiday out of it. I'm absorbed with the wedding gift. Last wedding we went to I waited so long that there was only crap left on the registry. I don't mean that what they chose was crap I mean that I wouldn't want to by a wedding gift consisting of mops and cleaners. If that's what they want that's their perrogitive but I didn't want to throw down my hard earned cash for that. So we decieded to buy them a very stylized, design, sculptural functional piece from Barney's. This was very much so the grooms tast versus the brides who I believe chose most of the items on the registry.
I talked to a few married pals I have and asked if they registered for their wedding. Everyone said yes. While looking at my soon to be married pals registry (the ususal Crate and Barrell and Macy's) should they receive everything they registered for they will definetly clean up! Im so jealous. T and I opted not to register, this decision was based on a few factors: 1)we already had a ton of the stuff you would normally register for and 2) we married in hawaii and I honestly don't think very many guests would have bought stuff online and had it shipped to my house in california and 3)we thought cold hard cash would be the best option so we could save it for a house. But looking at these registry's, did I make the right choice? Or does it even matter now?
Since my friend has decided to get married over Labor Day weekend I really need to ge my ass in gear and look for a hotel. My first choice is The Madonna Inn. It's totally funky but a little out of our price range but maybe we'll stay there for a night. I honestly don't care where we stay I just want to make sure we have a room. It will be really nice to get out of town. But c'mon enough with these weddings being scheduled over long national holidays. That is complete shit. Traffic sucks and everyone and there freakin' mother's go out of town on these weekend jaunts to smaller cities. Whatever, I'll stop being bitter. I'm happy for my friend but how hard was one week earlier or one week later or how about a not so popular holiday, like we chose Cinco De Mayo. I honestly like saying Cinco De Mayo and it's not really a holiday but more of an occasion to get drunk. Cinco De Mayo is to the Mexi's as St. Paddys is to the Irishmen. Drink and Be Merry!
Monday, July 7, 2003 06:34 p.m.
My love of ebay has returned. I love it, I love it, I love it. I think the love has returned because for the most part, shopping nowadays sucks! I hate summer and I hate summertime clothes. I like dressing for Fall and Winter weather. I like scarves and jackets and hats. God, why did I leave Chicago? Oh, yeah, the temperture was way to extreme.
The fourth of July came and went. As with the rest of the world we BBQ-ued, no party just BBQ. The heat was unbearable. I think the valleys hit 105 degrees. It got so hot we lost electricity, not just us but the neighborhood. It wasn't to bad, just for a few hours. The doggies are miserable! They lay around the house all day panting. It's really gross seeing them all bugged out their toungues hanging like a foot out of their mouths and they are panting so loudly...heh...heh...heH...hEH...HEH..... I feel so bad. At some point we're going to have to get AC.
We went to open houses yesterday. We didn't want to drive to far so we hit the houses in Studio City, Sherman Oaks, Valley Village, Burbank and Toluca Lake. The house I love the most was deemed a "Santa Barbara Spanish Style" whatever that means. It was beautiful and priced at $1.5 million. Pocket Change! Actually, if this house were in Pasadena it could have easily been listed $2-3million instead. Hence the reason why we no longer live in Pasadena.
I've decided to start going to the gym again. Today I dusted off my gym card and headed out for my workout. It's been months since I last went. And god damn I am so out of shape. I only did some cardio and thought I was going to have a heartattack! I've got to start making time to go after work. Really I have no excuse since I usually just come straight home and do abosolutely nothing but sit on my ass and veg. BORING!
Im tierd of sitting on the computer, T-bone is making dinner and I want to partake. Ciao
Tuesday, July 1, 2003 06:48 p.m.
Finally applied for a new position within' the company. Wish me luck. I totally need a change of scenery. I've reached this point.
Tuesday, July 1, 2003 07:22 a.m.
I feel my life being sucked away. I feel old and tierd and it all stems from me being unhappy at work. I don't necessarily hate my job its more that I am really bored with my job.
It kinda saddens me that I have turn this into my personal venting ground but I guess there's no better place.
I think the content of my page will change once I get a better grasp of my "career." I've been looking at what's available in the LA job market and it really sucks. As much as I would like a change of atmosphere I know that it is not going to happen. I think the best thing for me to do is to transition to another department within my company. So that is just what I'm going to do. I plan on applying for a couple of positions today. Wish me luck.
Lance is still in town. My guest room is such a mess that I cringe everytime I pass the doorway. What makes it worse is that I keep my clothes in the guestroom closet. So I am forced to enter the battlefield. I think if someone is a guest and they keep the guest room this horrendous I would hate to visit their actual home. Can you imagine the wreck. I would expect to see dirtly laundry in everyroom, food laying about and bugs! Gross.
You see I'm okay with house guests, but I'm talking for 5 days max. These long term guests get on my nerves. It could really be anybody. I just like my privacy I guess. This guest was suppose to be here until the 30th, then I was told the 5th now Im being told the 8th with the possiblity of extending. When will this end! I'm dying to get into the room, sanitize the space, open some windows to air it out and on top of all of that wash my pretty red sheets!
The fourth of July is this week Friday. Amazingly I get the day off. A nice three day work week - sort of. You see, I still work on Saturday, but Saturday's are no sweat at all. I begged T not to work on Friday. Luckily he obliged. I don't know what we're going to do. Probably nothing. I'm thinking maybe the beach but I would like to take the doggies with us.
I made the fatal mistake of going to the Pasadena humane society yesterday. When I go there I want to be St. Francis of Assisi and rescue all the small dogs. There were two black chihuahuas and a mini pincher that I wanted to take home. Especially the mini pincher, i bet it couldn't have been more then 3 pounds. God, I love small dogs! But T being the evil boy he is said no more small dogs. You see, he thinks he wants a big dog. He envisions himself going on hikes, the beach, on a run, etc...with this big dog. The funny thing is he doens't do it with any dog so I don't believe a big dog will make for the change. Plus there's so many cons that come with having a large dog. A small dog is so much easier to take care of!
Monday, June 30, 2003 09:41 a.m.
I have survived my illness and live to tell the tale! I am finally back at work and so glad to be out of the house. Being at home for two weeks got to be so boring. I mean at first it was cool to be at home and being forced to lay around the house doing nothing but after a few days it just sucked! I was bored. It wasn't like I could leave the house because I was so damn sick and literally couldn't do anything.
On Friday night we went out with Lance. We hit a dive bar to check it out and it sucked. There was no personality and atmoshpere there. So we ultimately ended up at Big Foot Lodge. It was fun. I probably shouldn't have drank but I felt okay. Normally I just drink Bass or Amstel Light when we go there but for some reason the beer tasted weird to me so I moved on to Tangueray and tonic. Luckily I woke up just fine. A little dehydrated but in good shape for work. There was some good people watching last night.
Today I committed the ultimate sin. Since I overslept a little I rolled out of bed, hit the shower and threw on whatever was on the floor. Hmmmm....big no-no. Although my shirt is a super fab James Pearse long sleeve T I put on a red jersey knit skirt, which is one of my faves except for today. Well normally with this skirt I need to wear a certain type of undies, which I did not, pre-plan so now I am stuck with majorly visible VPL (Visible Panty Line). I caught a reflection of my ass in the restroom mirror and I was utterly disgusted with my self. It's not like just a faint VPL but a full-on diagonal panty dent on either side of my ass. I am now contemplating losing the undies all together to end this tragedy. But there is something totally gross about not wearing any undies at work. I wanted to hit Saks on my lunch break but now I don't have the balls to do so with the VPL. I can't believe I did this to my self.
The dogs have been severely neglected since Lance has been in town. T and Lance have been working like crazy and I was sick. The doggies were going stir crazy and Daisy has taking a liking to humping Oscy every chance she gets. It's a sad, sad site.
Stumbled on this from the humping dog site. I like it maybe you will to.
Sunday, June 22, 2003 06:57 p.m.
Exactly one month until Nip/Tuck. Can't wait...
Friday, June 20, 2003 03:32 p.m.
I attempted to go to work on Tuesday June 17th. I was there for 4.5-hrs and was asked to go home since I "obviously still sick." I went to the doctor on Wednesday because I did get a little more sick. I had that nasty chest cold. You know when you can feel all that nasty gunk in your chest and when you breath you sound like some sort of animal. Anyway, i saw the doctor and I was almost embaressed to do that "big breath in....now exhale" routine. I knew it was going to be bad and I knew it wasn't going to sound pretty. I was loaded up with more medication. Before I left the doctor made to little fists and began to beat up and down my back. She requested that the husband do this for me at least once a day. She claimed that this would clear the chest out and allow me to get rid of all the nastiness! I asked the doctor for a note stating that I could return back to work. She gave me a note but she said I could not return to work until the 24th of June
Its now two days later and the wheeze is still hanging around. I've been hanging around the house now for over a week and I am seriously getting bored. Daytime TV sucks! and I am to lazy to make a decision on what DVD to watch. I just lay on the couch falling in and out of sleep. But the more I stay home the more I don't want to return to work.
Okay, about work. I think I've reached the point that I reached at my chicago job. I feel as though I have peaked and the sky is not bluer on the other side. Is "bluer" even a word? I'm bored with my job and feel like I am just going through the motions. I used to care about my job and my employees but my team has dramatically changed my team has been split and I know have new employees. I feel like the dynamic is not there anymore. What made my team so great were the team members and now they are gone. I don't feel the same for the new employees. I am in a rut and completely unhappy with where I am. I love the pay, which is my primary motivation but it shouldn't be the only motivation. I look at job postings but there isn't anything quite as appealing. I found a job, my job actually, with a different company and the pay is much less. Because of where I am I need to retain the pay. I constantly toy with the idea of starting my own business but with T's new ventures I can't even think of branching out on my own until his businesses are going full force. My income is so crucial right now it makes me sick to my stomach. For those of you who read this (which is probobaly just my mom) I apologize for the extra long rant just besided T I don't really have a whole lot to vent to. I don't want to vent to all my friends lest I completely bring them down too. I am just in a rut and all this time at home has cleared my head and has only brought this fact more prominently in my mind. I just hope one day I have the energy to confront what it is that I want and I can grow some balls and act on it. The idea of going into business for myself is scary. No stability. Will I have a steady income? Would my company be successsful? Just tons of questions. Until that day comes I will go on with my routine of going to work and just going through the motions. Because I am concious of not liking my job my days go by quickly. Weeks fly by, Months go by even faster and then another year goes by. I have never had time fly like it has since moving to SoCal. I feel older then I ever have, but not in a good responsible kind of way. I feel like I have gotten old with nothing to show for it. I have worked hard and have been able to afford a home but personally I feel unfufilled and old. I hate this feeling! I want this evil cycle to end. I am just unhappy!
I apologize for my rant I just needed to get it out.
Wednesday, June 18, 2003 01:36 p.m.
Which John Cusackare you?
Saturday, June 14, 2003 10:01 a.m.
I've been sick for the last three and a half days. My voice is horse, which I rather enjoy, and I have the most disgusting cough and horrific sinus headache. I went to the doctors yesterday and supposedly I have some sort of virus infection. Gross! I was perscribed some cough syrup with codeine. I took two teaspoons last night and slept like a baby.
As a result of being sick I've missed the last few days of work including today. I feel slightly guilty because I know there is work waiting for me when I get back. But I do know that if I went to work I would have felt horrible. But I don't want to think about lest that Catholic guilt begins to stirl.
I'm obsessing over the kitchen again. I really want to re-do it but we are totally broke. I guess to soothe the home improvement appetite I may need to settle on painting the living room. At least painting is such instant gratification since it can be completed in one to two days tops. Lately all I think about is home improvement. My desire to shop has been pushed back into the trenches while home improvement has taken center stage. I want to paint the living room and den. I want to buy new furniture for the den/office. I hate having to look at all the computer nonsense it is so ugly. Ideally I would like it contained in a mexcany armoire. I want to buy a new couch and side chair. I want to rip out the entire new front yard and through down some nice dark green sod and landscaping. I want to add a pool. See there is so much to obsess over. But I know i have to focus on the stuff I can do myself. Uuggghhh....enough about this i'll end up getting all worked up over nothing.
Can you believe this perfume is still available for purchase? That is a little scary! 90210 was one of my favorite television shoes. I still watch it in re-runs but the old ones are the best, the ones where Kelly was a mega-bitch! When I found out the Walsh house on the show was up the street from where I was living I had to immediatly drive up there. I'll let you in on how stupid I am, I took one look squealed and started to tear up. That's how much I loved that damn teenage soap.
Thursday, June 12, 2003 07:38 p.m.
So I am not even close to being even minutely html savvy, nor do I pretend to be. The extent of my html knowledge is faking through the code to put up a decent pitas page. Until I am ready for the comment of a brand spaking, all my own domain I am throwing up a geocities page to indulge in one of my favorite things, surveys and questionairre's. I am about 75% finished with the first questionairre and would like to through in some swanky html stuff and photos but I cannot figure out how to do it. I'm using Yahoo's "easy to use" Page Wizard thing and I can't figure out hot to add html or to resize pictures once added to the page. The sad truth is a 10-year old could probably show me how to do it. Whatever. One of these days i'll get around to taking a one day class or something. Until i'll be winging it.
I think in my last entry I rambled on about Kenny Rogers' Roasters or something. I will never be able to eat there because of that damn Seinfeld episode.
Not to long ago I decided to read Fast Food Nation. What an eyeopener. since reading that book I've visited a fast food eatery maybe once a month if that. I was completely grossed out and complete rethought my eating habits. Should I feel like indulging in a cheeseburger and fries I head to the In-N-Out. If you haven't been to an In-N-Out you are, sorry to say, missing out on a hell of a lot. It's fresh, its good, its not to greasy and best of all they have only three burgers on the menu. Their menu is so streamlined it's awesome. The best part about In-N-Out is that they have a top secret menu. This menu is passed on by word of mouth, their are a few sites out there that post their secret menu but there's no better way to impress your out of town guests then to roll up to an In-N-out and while your friends are ordering cheeseburgers or double doubles you're ordering a flying dutchman. Im not going to explain what that is you can look it up yourself.
I've been at home for the last day and a half. Strangly my sinus allergy's are acting up and my head feels ten times its normal size and I have a disgusting hacking cough. I lazily hung out on the couch between the hours of 6-2pm this afternoon. I had my remote by my side and I indulged in bad television all day. The big headed pets were as lazy as me. The remained curled up near my feet all afternoon. It was quite depressing.
I'm a big believer in breakfast. Actually to clarify not like in a preachy "Remember to always eat breakfast" kind of way but rather a believer in breakfast food for all three meals of the day. I love it. I don't have a certain type of favorite breakfast meal I'll take anything: bacon & eggs, pancakes, and omelette, french toast...you name it and I guarantee I won't turn it down. I've noticed that this is big with most of my friends as well. I wonder if there was some kind of psychological upbringing nonsense that was instilled in our parents mind as they were raising us. I wonder if commercials and advertisements spread the word about the benefits of breakfast foods when we were children and our parents were barely adults and not quite sure how to raise us and not sure what types of food they needed to provide us with. I need to make a mental note to ask my mom about this.
I remember growing up that my mom used to buy orange juice concentrate. I used to love making the orange juice. Well it wasn't really that I enjoyed actually mixing the concentrate and water and stirring untill everything diluted rather I enjoyed eating the frozed concentrate. I thought this was the coolest. The consistency was awesome, it fell somewhere between a popsicle and a slurpee. I would take the big soup spoon out of the drawer and jam it into the concentrate. That big spoonful of boihazard orange on the spoon always put a great big smile on my face. I would slurp the concentrate off the spoon, immediatly revelling in the sweet orange taste. I would suck on the concentrate compacting the ice more and more into a glob until it eventually melted away. Eventually, I stopped making the juice and just ate the conentrate. I don't know if my mom knew that I did that but then again I don't really care. I experimated with other flavors of juice but nothing could really replace the frozen concetrated OJ.
Tuesday, June 10, 2003 08:31 a.m.
Do you know this man?
Since we're on the topic of The Gambler....I don't have a problem with Mr. Rogers but his Roasters chais sends chills down my spine! I think it all stems from that Seinfeld episode when Neuman and Kramer became obsessed with the fried chicken. The visual of Neuman licking and slurping chicken grease off his fingers truly creeps me out! The Kenny Rogers Roasters on Sunset & Highland has had the most screwed up "special" posted for months. On the Marquee it says "Special on 1/4 Chick Dck" Okay I know I am blatantly misreading the sign but if i'm thinking the dirty thing so are other people. I want to write Mr. Rogers a letter stating that they are posting potty talk on the Roasters Marqee. Someone should send this to Leno!
More later. It's back to work for me.
Saturday, June 7, 2003 08:16 p.m.
There are some things in life that leave me speechles. Redneck Vampires are one of them.
Saturday, June 7, 2003 07:48 p.m.
I have yet to give in to the soda gods. I have kept my distance from Coca Cola for a good 3 months now. This is not to say that I don't drink it I just don't drink it everyday. Maybe twice a week. Not bad. Even at this age I still amaze myself.
Went to happy hour at McCormick & Schmicks in downtown LA yesterday. I've never really been downtown to just chill. It reminded me of Chicago. And I got a little misty eyed. Anyway the happy hour at the M&S is normally very kick ass. $1.95 cocktails and a $1.95 food menu. Not bad for a nice restaurant. Anyway A and I viewed the menu online (it was a toss up between Downtown and Bev. Hills) and were very excited by their expanded drink and food menu. After shelling our $4 for parking we walked two blocks to the bar. Surrounding the parking lot was a multitude of Star Wagons, if you're from here you know what i'm talking about. Then around the corner was craft servies galore along with portable AC units. We attempted to coherce the movie being filmed from security but they were being a bunch of meanies and wouldn't share. Disappointed we continued our walk to the bar. Now on the other side of the street is more movie magic then we noticed a guy wearing a bright green polyester suit and big gray "game show host-type" wig. Bingo! I know exactly what's being filmed. It was Ben Stiller and they were filming Starsky and Hutch. I was hoping we would see Owen Wilson as well but to no avail.
Anyway happy hour sucked. The Web site lied! There were no drink specials (anymore) and their food menu was greatly shortened. We ate our food and planned for the next bar. I suggested the Standard downtown. Luckily it was one block down one block over. The Standard downtown has a rooftop pool and roof top bar. It was very '60s Mod. I enjoyed the bar but I really was connecting with the crowd. It was your standard 8-5 bunch in black slacks and light blue button down shirts. Typical office fare. We finished our $6.50 Amstel Lights and booked. We searched and searched for another bar but were to lazy to hunt down parking and to cheap to pay the $15.00. this is precisely the reason why I don't necessarily enjoy going out on Friday & Saturday nights, Prices are totally hiked up.
We drove A pass the Osbournes home in Beverly Hills then made it over the canyon back home.
I am much to lazy to go out tonight. I decided to lay low and chill at home. I've done some mild house stuff and now I just want to veg. God I need a maid I hate cleaning. I don't care about the laundry. It the dusting, scrubbing, vaccumm nonsense that I hate.
Sunday, June 1, 2003 04:31 p.m.
I've had a pretty good day today. I have had such a nice mellow day at home with friends since I lived in Chicago. My friend D recently graduated with a Masters in Psychology. She is my 4th friend with a Masters, the other three are two Librarians and one lawyer. But I digress. Anyway, I missed her graduation due to a visit from my pal A.B. whom i've known since I was a pre-teen many, many years ago. As the guilt mounted I wanted to do something special for D so I decided instead of taking her somewhere I would finally use my home and 80+ inches of dining table to entertain. Ever the homemaker I decided to host brunch for a very, teeny group of people. It was nice the menu consisted of:
eggs benedicted sans ham insert maple bacon
extra crispy maple bacon
a fabulous breakfast casserole of sausage, onion and hashbrowns
mimosa's
toasted coconut flavored coffee
an assortment of mexican delights (thanks val!)
fresh strawberry shortcake
We all ate and sipped champagne for about an hour. As I am a Trivial Pursuit fanatic, we proceeded to play the 20th Anniversary version of the game. D was ssigned the task of asking questions since she didn't want to play. Needless to say we all sucked! Nobody won. The most pies was acquired by moi and that was only three. I am an evil girl and want to read and memorize all the cars. Useless pieces of information is what I am after. Becuase you never know when you may need to bust out with some.
I've been having my recurring fantasy again. Owning my own business. I want a store. I cute little boutique. I don't like to tell people want I want to sell, mainly out of fear. You never know what type of evil person is lurking in the trenches wanting to make a quick buck off of your idea. Lesson is, don't trust anyone.
Yesterday Iwent to work hungover. I hate that. I was non-functioning until approximately 1:00pm. I made the major, mistake of going out on a "school" night. Although I had a wonderful time I suffered through the consequences the next day. A small group off us started off at the Tiki-Ti on Sunset. All starter libations consisted of some sort of rum/tequila/gin fruity concoction. We then headed up the street to The Good Luck Bar. We got there early enough to avoid all the normal patrons whom are on the prowl for a mate. It is so gross going there when it's crowded. Everyone is checking each other out hoping to hook up. Luckily it was only 9pm or so when we got their so we were able to secure to tables hugged within an enourmous booth big enough for our group. While there I drank more then my share of Jack and Cokes. I knew it was time to go when K8 spilled my 4 or 5th drink all over Val. At this point we should have all disbanded and just called it a night. But T.D. was hammered, I'd actually never seen him like that. Our last pit stop for the night was Cheetahs. The place was a pretty decent place to drink. The one thing I like about the strip clubs in LA is that if alcohol is served there is no full nudity. Actually you really don't see anything more then you would at the beach which makes the place an easy environment to socialize. We ran into some late arrivals there. I don't understand people who are continually late and not even bat an eyelash. I get freaked out at the thought of being late at all. Im neurotic that way. All in all i've had a pretty good weekend and I still have one more day to go.
Tuesday, May 27, 2003 05:49 a.m.
As the rest of the world had a three day weekend, I had only two measely little days off! Whatever! Like I needed a third day to lounge around my house watching tv, surfing the web and catching rays in my hammock. Not me. Nope. Didn't really need that third day.
I did however go to breakfast with a friend of mine. It was a pretty shitty experience. The restaurant is ok. If it weren't for the pancakes I wouldn't even bother. Upon being seated we proceeded to wait for over 15 minutes before we received water or had our order taken. All patrons immediatly following us into the restaurant all had their orders taken and received well before we did. You kow you had bad service when the entire restaurant has a turnover and you haven't even had the chance to finish your meal.
I have to finsih this later. Unfortunately I have to get to work.
Saturday, May 17, 2003 11:39 a.m.
I asked my mom to stay for four more days but she declined and left for HI on Thursday afternoon. I had a nice visit but wished she could have stayed the few extra days. We decided to be extra crafty on her second to last day here. We began sewing some slipcovers for my couch and club chair. Luckily the couch is finish but somehow I will need to finish the chair on my own. So far so good. I don't know how they can get this stuff done in two days on Trading Spaces. It is not as easy as it looks!
One of my oldest friends is in town this weekend. Well, its not as though she has traveled millions of miles to visit. She actually lives about 4-hours away from me but neither of us make the drive to often. I'm excited to see A.B. As a very young teenager she was my best friend. We very poorly kept in touch through highschool (she moved to CA), we lost touch then found each other again. It's so cool to have friends that knew you as an awkward pre-teen.
I went to the Big Foot Lodge last night. It was the best people watching in a long time. At about midnight the entire place turned into a sweaty, smoky meat market. Then the DJ must have been hitting the crack pipe a little to much because he went on a half hour techno, club music rampage. It sucked!!!!! I could have done a better job. Now my hair is filled with a gag-ridden smoke smell that is just disgusting. My beautiful seven jeans were disgusting. They reaked worse then my hair! What really pisses me off is that I had just washed and straightened my hair before I went out. Basically that was a waste of my F*cking time since I have to do it all over again. I'm going to Venice this afternoon so I am hoping it will be able to air out and I can wear the straight hair to a party tonight.
Only you can prevent forest fires!
Monday, May 12, 2003 08:34 a.m.
Vacation is such bliss! Although I am tierd as hell, it is nice to not have to wake up at 5am for the same-o-same-o routine. Mom is here and we've been pretty actice. Although most of our day is shopping I have been able to remain composed and take it in stride. Today will be the true test. Dum, Da, Dum.....Downton El Lay. I am slightly at a disadvantage as I told myself prior to her arrival that there should be a game plan involved, however there is no game plan. I will sink and be ruined. What is a girl to do. I must tell myself over and over "patience is a virtue."
The difference between my mom and I is I know what I am looking for. While my mom is a browser. She walks ever so slowly, touches everyting, looks at everything then contemplates if she would wear it or if she really likes it and wouldn't wear it herself, if she knows somebody who WILL wear it. In my opinion, you either like it or you don't. There is no if and or buts about it. It's like that famous OJ proverb, "If it does not fit, you must aquit." If you don't like it drop it and move on.
Tomorrow will be a big day. We're taking the drive down to San Diego. This will be interesting as I've been to San Diego twice and never really knew what to do. I plan on getting on line and doing some investigating on Citysearch.
Monday, May 5, 2003 05:29 p.m.
X2 was great! I loved it. Can't wait for the next one. I hope we don't need to wait long. If you haven't seen it go see it.
What is up with commercial's in the movie theaters? Give me a break we get enough of that on the boob tube and now in the theaters. We must protest.
Sunday, May 4, 2003 05:26 p.m.
We have to attend a wedding next weekend. Being the usual procrastinator I have yet to buy a wedding gift. These people have registered at multiple stores, which you would think would make buying a gift simple. Not really! Because I waited to long all the good stuff is gone. All I have to choose from is bullshit like spatulas, tongs and random pieces of china. Who want's to wrap up spatula? And I refuse to contribute money to "china" the couple will never ever use. I'm having a hard time buying an item from these bridal registry lists, if I personally feel the item is crap I don't want to throw down the cash for it. Some say it's wrong to purchase an item that isn't on the registry. Who cares! I would rather buy the couple, or any person for that matter, a gift that isn't something they would normally buy for themselves. Those types of gifts are more memorable, my opinon anyway.
It is official, T and I have the ugliest lawn on the block. We have weeds that are almost 2-ft high. I'm embaressed. I want to rip out all the grass and start over. Nice, green, lush sod. Ahhhh....the dream. Sometimes thinking about the ugly lawn leads to other thoughts, like painting the house, adding new landscaping, my annoying neighbors with there littering tree. Then I get all worked up and frustrated and I can't even sit still. I get worked up really easily. Maybe I have some sort of anxiety disorder. I get distracted and dwell on these things and I want to just pay somebody to do it all right now. I guess this is obsessive compulsive. I think I am obsessive compulsive. If I got a solid diagnosis I would feel much better. Then I would know why I obsess over the most randomness of things. I would know why I get distracted by the most mundane thing not my way. I would know why I get frustrated when I think of imperfections in which I have not immediate control over. Look i'm doing it now. I'm getting antsy thinking of all the things that make me antsy. This is totally and completely retarded but I can't help it. Once I start I have a hard time clearing my mind and starting a new. Okay, deep breaths. Breathe In. Breathe Out. Repeat. Close your eyes and breathe in....breathe out.....My mind is clearing...Happy thoughts.
I'm excited. Tonight on E! is E! True Hollywood Stories on uber-rich socialites Paris and Nicky Hilton, heirs to the Hilton Gazillions! I am totally takin' aback by people who are famous for absolutly nothing. First it was Amy Fisher. Then it was Monica Lewinsky. Now it is the Hiltons. I want to befriend them. I want to know what it is like to walk in their spotlight. I want to observe it but in know way live it. It would be a whirlwind! Weeeee...You know if your life makes a True Hollywood Story something went wrong. They never have a story if your life is all ice cream and rainbows if you know what I mean.
I will have the pleasure of viewing X2 tomorrow afternoon. I am anti-opening weekend. I embrace Mondays. Monday's are used for eating out and movies. Low volume crowds and know annoying children!