Wednesday, February 23, 2011


1. It's February. No, I don't think you heard me clearly. I'll say it again. It's FEB. RU. ARY. Peeps, it's been ONE WHOLE YEAR since my husband and I decided to, I don't know, maybe possibly get divorced someday. We certainly know how to drag things out.

2. Today I cleaned out my car. If you had been a recent passenger, you'd know why I feel a need to announce this. I am a neat person. My brother has said I'm too neat, but he's a slob so what does he know? I don't do well with messes and clutter. They stress me out. Throw me off. I feel like I'm unable to do anything until clean. It could be that my disaster of a car has prevented me from writing, but since I don't typically write in my car, I don't think I can use that as an excuse.

3. I have not done my taxes yet. I'm totally dragging me feet. (You could say the same about MY WHOLE LIFE.)

4. Earlier today I downloaded a few songs including Back to December by Taylor Swift, Fuckin' Perfect by Pink, Little Lion Man by Mumford & Sons, and We R Who We R by Ke$ha. (I'd apologize for that last one, but I'm not sorry. A little embarrassed, but not sorry.) I do not have a pleasant singing voice, but I like to sing in the car and make believe I'm a rock star.

5. I think Rihanna is stunningly gorgeous. I detest her red hair. And the Grammys were incredibly boring this year. Except for this performance by Mumford & Sons. And, I admit it, I find Marcus Mumford stop eatin' hot.

The end.

Friday, February 11, 2011

I'll take two, please. And a straw.

Dude. Those look freaking delicious.

Ran to Costco (A.K.A. the best store ever) last night with my sister. I think my membership card has expired, but guess what? A membership isn't required at the food court and I only go for the frozen yogurt. So... in your face, Costco.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

The Ferris Wheel

So, I guess Prozac is sometimes prescribed for obsessive compulsive disorder. When I started taking it, I thought, hey, bonus! But I'm not sure how effective it's been in that regard.

I took a picture of the ferris wheel at California Adventure with my cell phone a couple weeks ago. It was so pretty, all lit up and reflecting in the water. But before I had a chance to upload it, I had the thought that I could totally do better.

So, I went back a few nights later with my camera. Except the area was all blocked off for an event. I refused to give up. I went back last night and took my chance. Except, do you know how difficult it is to take pictures at night? Without a tripod? When you're constantly concerned with who's watching? Sometimes I hate myself.

I found a ledge to use, but it made taking pictures awkward and most of them came out looking rather boring. I turned to Photoshop, hoping I could crop/rotate to make them a bit more interesting. All I can say is... meh.

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I only wish I didn't feel the pressing need to try again. 'Cause sometimes enough is enough, you know? And I wish I could just let it go.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Sometimes you just know.

My mom found this paper packed away in storage a few days ago. She thinks she remembers me being in kindergarten at the time, but how would she know? She forgets everything.

First, the only reason I felt a need to blur some of the details is because IDENTITY THEFT! SCARY! But let's face it. The only thing I haven't shared during 2+ years of blogging is my maiden name and, well, that's probably not going to stop anyone if they're really determined.

Second, "I am good at cooking."

Third, "When I grow up I want to be a candy maker."

How many people can honestly say they knew at five-years-old what they wanted to do with the rest of their life?

Then again... Baseball? It's like I didn't even know myself.