Tuesday, April 30, 2013

you had to be there

sickle cell anemia
who's got the brain today?

It's a word, it's a phrase, it's secret code! None of those words above mean anything unusual to most people. Except for me and my friends...

There is nothing better than those rare moments when you are reduced to laughing-till-you-snort/cry/pee by just a word or phrase uttered at the right moment. And how that phrase becomes part of the language of your friendship in an instant, so that ten or twenty (or more) years down the road, that word still sends you into a fit of giggles.

Even better when it makes you giggle out loud in a very inappropriate setting. Ahem..like during a board meeting. Know what I mean, Vern? 

Friday, April 26, 2013

liar liar

 'Cause someone would be running around half naked right now. 

And that's the truth.

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Maui baby

This isn't a real post. It's just my favorite quotes of my Maui vacation, because I'm sleep deprived and needed a break from reality for a minute:
  1. If he doesn't love this picture of you in a bikini, he isn't a real man.
  2. Maloha. A word for those who can't say Aloha or Mahalo at the right times.
  3. That guy looks like Vince Vaughn.
    Really? He doesn't look anything like him. Are you saying that just because he's t
    Yep. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. Totally looks like Vince.
    I'm clearly not drunk enough, I'd better have another IPA in a can.
  4. Snorkel trip motto: We get drunk, and the whales get happy. Everyone wins.
  5. If you take home two 22 year olds, that doesn't make you a cougar. Just add them together and you have a 44 year old.
  6. Dude, that's like tequila shots with a cough syrup chaser. Yeah, leaving Maui and going straight to a wedding in Compton is like that.
Imagining my toes in the sand with blue sky and palms above. Yeah... that'll do...

    Sunday, April 21, 2013


    I love me some vintage furniture. Rambling around my favorite vintage store today with a friend, we found some great finds. Things that have a history, a story, show their use and love and are built of quality material have always appealed to me.

    When it comes to relationships, I appreciate certain vintage traits as well. I enjoy a man who is made of quality, who has character and personality, who stands the test of time. Sure, we all have quirks, and different things appeal to different people. I prefer a more rustic vintage than hipster. Clean cut more than shabby. I go for sporty over sophisticated, and relaxed over formal. Pet friendly and easy to live with. And I don't want someone pretending to be a vintage that he's not. He has to be true and honestly the vintage I'm looking for, not a wannabe or faker.

    After all, I'd hate to invest in that really amazing looking enamel table, and after it's made it's way into the heart of my home, find out it was made in China two years ago and lied to me about it's authenticity. I'd never be able to enjoy a meal there again, knowing it had cheated me from the very beginning.

    So, I left the table at the store. Let it cheat someone else. This girl is extremely happy with her new rack anyway. Pot rack that is. I'm pretty sure he can hang with the best of them!

    Thursday, April 18, 2013


    “People say that it's the big decisions that are important... that these are the type of issues worthy of prolonged consideration. But no one ever explains how it's the little choices that send your life careening in another direction.”
    Julie Gittus, Saltwater Moons 

    I've been thinking about this a lot lately. That the little things you do matter in big ways. You  may not see it for a while, and you may not know which action or decision changed the course, but it all adds up.

    For me, this quote is a reminder that the little things we do and say have a direct impact on our lives, our well being, and those of our loved ones. One little act of jealousy can set your relationship on fire, never to recover. Likewise, a friend showing up with your favorite Thai dish when you're sick can plant the seed that grows into love. A small choice, made in an instant, after which you find yourself making new plans for the rest of your life.

    Thursday, April 4, 2013

    funny thing about boomerangs... they come back

    A few weeks ago, I wrote about boomerangs and men. Little did I know, that post was premature. Maybe it’s Australian new year, and this is the year of the boomerang? 

    It’s true. There have been more boomerangs, er, I mean men, coming around again. First up is “D,” the guy with whom I had the shortest fling ever between Christmas and New Years. He lives in another state and was just here visiting, so we both knew it wasn’t going anywhere. It’s still not, but apparently I’m the only one who remembers that. I have to remind him when he calls me every couple weeks.

    And when I was in California a few days later, just as I lay my head down one night… Chirp. Chirp. Chirp. Chirp. Chirp. Five texts coming in. Yes. Five. And there is an apology that spans five texts. From “J,” the crazy guy. Guess he didn’t have the ability to send me a crate of doves and two dozen roses via text. If you weren’t sure about how I feel about this one – five texts in a row. At midnight. Nine months after his crazy text rampage that caused me to end the relationship just as it was getting off the ground.

    A couple days later, “B” and “A” both text me – guys I had one date with and never saw again. Move along, gentlemen. I have.

    And then, the super boomerang. The one who walked away from me. It hurt more than I can really admit, even now, months later. The morning he told me off, told me not to contact him again, I didn’t cry. I was numb. I didn’t feel a thing. If I allowed myself to feel the sting, it meant I cared. And if I cared, then that was just dumb of me, because he was capable of dismissing me so easily. So I simply didn’t feel it.

    And then suddenly he was back. Along with a boatload of feelings bursting through the floodgates. I’m hurt, pissed off, confused, But I was also ridiculously happy to hear from him, and I'm afraid it’s turned me into a bit of a mess. I’ve missed talking to him so much.

    I wish we could just pick up where we left off, and start moving forward again, but life isn’t that simple. I don’t know what’s going to happen. I just know that I’ve never wanted to punch someone and kiss them at the same time so much. To think that he once called me ambivalent. Ha! But when a man tells you you’re clever and intelligent and sexy, you really want to listen to him. He could be telling the truth.

    Boomerang? Or maybe, just maybe… to be continued…

    Monday, April 1, 2013

    nothing clever in this title (or in this post even)

    If it was possible to make a living from making snot, this girl could do it today. It's like a factory up in here. A friend came over to hang out over the weekend, and left me with his cold. I woke up with a sore throat and a head full of gunk. And it's snot a funny April fools' joke. Ugh.

    Don't my sinuses know I have a busy week? I got things to do, projects to finish, and fun to have, dammit! I don't have time for this cold. Like the lady says - Ain't nobody got time for dat!

    Daydreaming of vacations in tropical locations and lounging on beaches with a handsome man. That might get me through the day. Oh, and coffee.