Moscatto or Stella Rosa, Please!

Wednesday's Whine...

Whine...

Wine...

Mmm.. Wine!!

How I would DIE for a glass of wine, or 2 or 3... hell, just give me the whole damn bottle.  You know when someone says "don't touch that," and they turn around and walk away; and you are SOO tempted to touch it, just because they said NOT to? It's the same exact thing as being on a diet.  You can't eat that, or drink this.  And just because you know you can't, you want to even more, or it's more tempting.  So I ask you my wonderful readers... Please, pleeaassee.. have a glass of wine for me! ;)

I was telling a friend yesterday that my diet and gym routine started back up this past Monday.  I told her, I'm done partying, no more going to bars or having a drink here and there.  She nicely says, well.. you know you can go out, just don't drink!"  I looked at her with all seriousness and sincerity and told her, "If I go out, and all my friends are going to have a drink or two... they wont' make fun or say crap if I don't have a drink.  But I can tell you right now, I can't sit there and not have one.  Especially if I'm leaving work everyday feeling like all I want to do is go home and pour myself a glass of wine.  I'm just going to omit the whole going out process all together."  Funny? Yes.  True? Yes.  Sad? Definitely.

I'm not an alcoholic.  I promise.  But a glass of wine tends to sooth you, calm you down.  So depending on the workday; majority of the time I feel like I can use a "calm-me-downer". I wonder that feeling will get worse with age?  Scary.

Love to get inspired, succeed to dance on tables. ;)

Fall in love or fall in hate.
Get inspired or be depressed.
Decide to succeed or decide to fail.
Make babies or make art.
Speak the truth or lie & cheat.
Dance on tables or sit in the corner.
Life is divine chaos.
Embrace it.
Forgive yourself.
Breathe.
& enjoy the ride!!

-Author Unknown

Just Be True to Who You Are....

Don't lose who you are, in the blur of the stars.  Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing.  Its okay not to be okay.  Sometimes its hard, to follow your heart. Tears don't mean your losing, everybody's bruising.... just be true to who you are.

The first time I heard this song, it was empowering, but yet brought tears to my eyes.  It amazes me how influenced we (as a population) are.  Influenced by media (such as television and music), influenced by our peers, influenced by family.  Some of us get lost in the translation of trying to be like someone else, trying to be someone who we're not.  Some us change ourselves to fit this mold, where we think people will like us more.  Fortunately, I have been blessed with my fathers personality.  The "I don't care what you think of me - like me or not, it's your problem) attitude.  I can say that I have never changed or altered my state of being for someone else other than myself.  I say that with complete confidence, that I've been true to who I am.  Yes, I have been influenced to do things, to like things or to dislike things.  But in the end, I had made the decision for myself, not for my influencer. Okay, but back to the song...

The first part of the song, she sings about standing in front of the mirror, wondering why she's losing herself on a tiny error, and how she almost left the real her on the shelf.  I know there are things we don't like about our appearances, I for one would like a nicer ass, bigger boobs, slimmer waste... I have my days where I like how I am, others not so much.  But I'm comfortable with myself, with my body.  I'm not satisfied, but comfortable.  Comfortable enough to not lose myself and be depressed, comfortable enough to go out dancing and have fun, comfortable enough to be able to go out and eat with friends, comfortable enough to wear a push-up bra occasionally to make the girls look a little bigger.. (sorry for the false advertisement, boys... but you'd be surprised how many girls wear push-up bras).  But there are those people who tear themselves apart for things they don't like about themselves.  That's a huge part of where bulimia, and other eating disorders come in, plastic surgery, etc.

The second part of the song, she talks about brushing her hair and forgetting how to fit the mold.  But the more she tries, the less it works.. cause everything inside her is screaming "no!" Like I said, I've never tried to fit a mold to get someones approval.  So I can't put my own experience and thoughts into this segment.  But if you're trying to be someone you're not, deep down in your heart, you know that it's not you... how can you truly be happy?  It's sad that some people think that they'll be happier to have more friends being someone that they're not, or happier that they have this amazing boyfriend (who likes some girl that's not even who you really are).  How can you truly be happy with your life, pretending?  It's like playing "life", instead of playing "house" when we were younger.  Someday it has to end... and where does that leave you?  What good does it do you?  It leaves you blank.  I'm sure it will leave you lost, with no sense of you you really are.. because you pretended for so long.   If someone cannot appreciate you the way you are, the person you are... they don't deserve to be in your life.  Kick them out!  You'll find other people to LOVE YOU for who YOU REALLY ARE!  For all those nerds who try to hide how smart they are, for all the gays who try to pretend they're straight, for all the cheap asses pretending they have money, and all the other people I missed... don't fit the mold you think you have to fit.  There is no mold, it's only existent in your head.  Be true to who you are, people will love you if you're super smart, gay or broke... and you'll be a happier you, pretending not be someone you're not.

Yes, No, Egos
Fakes shows like whoah
Just go, and leave me alone
Real talk, real life
Good love, goodnight
With a smile, that's my home



Crazy little thing called... LIFE!

Busy, busy week!!

1. Met up with my bride's DJ, and the coordinator at her venue.  As of today, 5 more days until her BIG day!! So finalizing the timeline, coordinating with vendors, and getting last minute things for the day of; I'm pretty much ready to get the show on the road!

2.  Gym routine is now back into effect.  So is my "diet", and my no drinking rule (sort of).  I've complained to a few this week that being my age, it's hard to not have a drink.  Unfortunately, that's what we do; you go grab a drink and hangout.  So after a week of drinking nothing but water or tea, I tried to have a beer Friday night - I drank about 3/4 of it, but was sort of uncomfortable with the constant feeling of needing to burp (sooo not girly, I know!)

3. Went to The Avocado House on Saturday with Tristan and our friend Ashley (who's baby shower we attended last weekend) for breakfast Saturday morning.  I had never been, it was pretty good!

4.  Spent my Friday night at the gym, which I thought was going to be it for my Friday night.  But a friend had asked if I wanted to go grab a drink, so after coming home and showering and getting picked up at 12:45.. we laughed cause everywhere was about to close!  So went and grabbed a couple drinks, and went back to his house and watched Killers (mind you, I don't watch very many movies, so this was exciting to me; especially when Ashton Kutcher and Katherine Heigel are involved). So we watched a movie and hung out, until I finally got tired and had him bring me home at 5am. lol

5.  Projects, projects, projects.  There's so many, that I don't know what to do or where to start.  With Stephanie's wedding - there's things I've told her I'd help her with; like mailing the save-the-dates, help with design work for her invites, figuring out colors, glassware and candy for her candy bar.  On top of that, I have to start working on her bridal shower invites.  Then I've spent a few hours this week researching jobs and applying to jobs.  Also have spent a few hours writing for my newest project, which is still under constructive criticism... so I'm keeping mostly everyone out of the loop, for now. 

6.  My madre had a bone marrow biopsy this week.  Not fun.  While she was there, my close friend Jackie (in Arizona) was getting induced to have her second baby.  Let's just say I was sitting at work having sympathy pains... for both of them.  Fortunately, my mom wasn't in tooo much pain afterwards - and had met her and my Dad for lunch..  And Jackie, well.. I haven't talked to her to find out how she was on the level of pain, but her and the baby are good and healthy.  Welcome to the world Henry Dean! =)

7.  And despite EVERYTHING I have going on, of course I'm urged to read a book so I can go watch the movie.  Those who know me pretty well, knows that I can't go see a movie and then read the book afterwards.  I have to read the book before I see the movie, or the book will never get read.  And we all know books have more information than movies.  So I'm trying to read "Something Borrowed", in the little time I have to read it... which is on the bike at the gym, getting a pedicure (which is not often enough, but I got a good chapter or two read yesterday during my pedi), or when I feel like taking a five minute break from all the other hectic stuff I have going on.

"The Unknown Aunt"

So, I'm officially changing Saturdays to "Sweet Nothing Saturdays".  This is my free day to talk about anything and everything I want (thanks Jac for the idea).

This week while looking for specific pictures, my mom came across a "story" I had started writing/typing in 1998. 1998... I was, 11-12.  After reading it, wondering where the heck my mind was in that day and age... or what movie I had recently seen, or book that I recently read - I laughed and knew I had to share it. Who would have known 13 years later in my mid-20's I'd be interested in writing again, and trying to incorporate writing as a way of making a living/income.

Enjoy, and feel free to laugh, just no making fun! ;)

"The Unknown Aunt"

Introduction

The night was scary.  Liz and Greg (brothers and sisters) had stayed the night at their Aunts.  Their Aunt lives about 200 miles away from home.  They both think there Aunt is a witch.  She looks old, and moves slowly but she’s only 39.

They stayed over there because their Mom and Dad were in an accident.  They are at the hospital right now.  Their parents might not live.  Their Aunt was adopted by their Grandmother.  So they don’t know who or where she really is and came from.  Nothing happened the first night, but here is what happens the next day………

Chapter 1

The Morning

Liz and Greg woke up they both ran to the mirror to see if they were themselves.  They have already stayed the night.  All of a sudden the phone rang in that room.  “ That phone never rings,” said Liz.  “Look it’s not hooked up,” said Greg.  Liz said,” Let’s get out of here!”  “Wait, shouted Greg, lets listen and see what happens.” Liz picked it up and said, “Hello?”  The person on the other line started screaming then laughing or should I say cackling.  Liz said, “Who’s this?” “Oh, is Jannicke there,” said the person on the other line.  Liz hung up.  They both went downstairs their Aunt was just sitting there.  Greg said, “Good morning Aunt Jannicke.”  Their Aunt stared at them walking towards them not blinking then started screaming!  Liz said,”What’s the..the..the..matter?

“Aunt Jannicke,” said their Aunt.  “Aunt Jannicke is the matter!” “What did you do when you woke up………..tell me!!!”  Liz and Greg told her the whole thing.  “Are you mad at us,” said Liz.  “No,” said their Aunt you did the right thing.  “Who was that?” asked Liz.  “My mom,” said their Aunt. “You said your mom was dead,” said Greg.  “She is, just forget about the whole thing ok kids?”  “OK,” they both said at the same time.

Chapter 2

The Afternoon

            They got a call on the Real phone.  It was their moms’ sister.  She had said that their mom and dad had died.  They both started crying.  Their Aunt tried to cheer them up but she couldn’t.  “Hey, said Greg if your mom is dead, can our mom and dad talk to us on that real funky phone?”  “I don’t quite know, maybe!” said their Aunt.  “When can we find out,” murmured Greg trying not to be so rude.  “Right now!” their Aunt said.  “Let’s go in the room next to your room,” said Jannicke.

Chapter 3

The Phone

            “O.K. you guys, on this paper here write the birthday, the name, age, their address, and when they got married,” said Aunt Jannicke.  So Liz and Greg did that.  Their Aunt typed it up on a typewriter, then sent it somewhere.  Later that day the unhooked phone rang, Greg and Liz picked it up said, “Hello?”  It was their parents.  They talked for about three hours.  And once in awhile they would all say,” We love and miss you very much.”  Then they finally hung up.  They had lunch.  They had a delicious meal.” Mmmm, said Liz, my favorite Nachos and Dr.Pepper.  Then after they had two scoops of Chocolatechip cookiedough ice-cream.  They were real hungry without breakfast that morning.

Chapter 4

What Now?

            They didn’t know what to do next.  Then there Aunt had an idea.  “I have two bikes in the garage why don’t you take those look around in the neighborhood.  When you get bored run by the store grab two dozens of eggs for me and one gallon of milk and go ahead and get yourselves something,” said their Aunt.  “O.K;” said Greg not very excited.  So they went and did that.  While they were gone their Aunt was busy as a bee!  Well Jannicke called her mom on the unhooked phone and told her everything.  “From now on call me on the real phone because the kids are using it to talk to their parents,” said Jannicke.  “O.K.” said her mom.  Then she had to talk to the kids parents.  “Hi, she said, I have to ask a couple of questions, “Who do you want the kids to live with,” said Jannicke.  “We want them to live with you,” the parents said at the same exact time.  “Where are their ID cards, so I know what their allergic to,” asked Jannicke.  “In the drawer next to the phone,” said their mom.  And is it alright if they can talk to you once or twice a week,” said Jannicke out of breath.  “Sure,” said their dad chuckling. “Alright, I’ll talk to you guys later bye,” said Jannicke.  “Bye,” they said together.  Jannicke quickly drove to the kids old house, packed everything, and got the ID cards in the drawer.  That took about two hours.  Liz and greg were already home, they had a key just in case a situation happened like that.  So they got on the house, put the eggs in the refrigerator, they already ate their stuff on the way home.  After they put the eggs in the refrigerator they fell asleep.  Jannicke got home and fell asleep with them.

Chapter 5

The News

They woke up around dinnertime.  “Where did all these boxes come from,” asked Liz.  “Your house,” said their Aunt.  “Are we living with you,” asked Greg.  “Yes,” their Aunt said.  They looked at each other like they saw a ghost.  They had a lot of questions to ask.  After the questions they figured out which room they wanted, and put all their stuff in it.  They have separate rooms and they were proud of it.  They were both fighting over the unhooked phone.  Luckily Aunt Jannicke had another unhooked phone.  After Liz said something that shouldn’t have been said, ”Are you some kind of nice witch or something?”  “What?”, said their Aunt, “well kind of but you can’t tell anyone or you’re living on the streets!”  “Oh!  You can talk to your parents once a week instead of once a month,” said Jannicke.  “That’s alright with me,” Liz and Greg agreed.  Later that night they watched the movie they got at the store, Goosebumps.  They got scared and went to bed.

            Liz had a dream that her Aunt was a real mean witch.  She woke up and saw her Aunt killing her brother she started screaming.  It turned out that she was still sleeping.  Her Aunt woke her up you were having a bad dream it’s ok, it’s ok.  Liz was praying to God that it was a bad dream.  Then she went in Greg’s room there was red spots on his bed!  And he was gone!  Liz asked her Aunt where Greg was.  She said he was in the bathroom. “Probably dead,” Liz was thinking.  Liz asked her Aunt why there were red spots on his bed.  Her Aunt said Greg was hungry he had a juicy hamburger and those red spots were ketchup.  Liz thanked God that her Aunt didn’t kill her little brother.

Craigslist Seller??

So I apologize for the late Thursday post, there was a problem with Blogger and I couldn't login.  So I tried posting from my phone, and it wouldn't publish that way either.  I finally was able to publish it from my phone this morning!

TGIF!! FASHION!!!

So yesterday, I had a package arrive! Woohoo!! I love packages, cause technically they're not bills.  The bills comes afterwards. LOL  But I received a new top, and a dress (to be worn at my clients rehearsal). I was sort of sad when I looked through my closet last week, I had either all party dresses, or casual/summer dresses.  So I HAD to buy a new dress... LOL  Anyways, when I went to my closet yesterday, and realized I had no hangers... I made myself choose 2 tops to throw out (funny, but not really). 

I have a couple tops that I bought off clearance online (non-returnable), that I had tried listing on eBay but didn't sell.  Today, I was curious if people sold clothes on Craigslist.  I looked, and came across a post from a girl asking for specific clothes from this designer (which I buy most of my clothes from), new or used.  So I came home and went through my closet.  It was a lot easier tossing stuff out knowing I was going to be making more money on it, than just tossing it into a yardsale pile.

So.. 10 shirts, 1 sweater, 1 skirt and 3 dresses later.  I free'd up 14 hangers!! WOOOHOOO!

So lets see if I sell this stuff... =)

Confession

This week I complained ALOT about work. Maybe not so much on my blog, but in person and on Facebook. But I do have to say out loud and admit that I'm thankful for having this job the last 7 years. It has paid the bills, has paid for shopping sprees, has paid for my Vegas, Arizona trips (and everywhere else I've gone). It has bought me a car, allowed me to have a cell phone, etc. Fortunately, I've been one of the few who had a good paying job when the economy decided to take a crap. So as I sit here on my new iPhone, in front of my new computer... I'm VERY thankful. And not only has it paid the bills, it helped me build a bitchin' resume. I guess being the 'go-to gal' at work and being able to do all that I do will pay off in the end. :)


- Posted from my iPhone

New Adventure

So the last week or so, I have had the feeling that there's something missing in my life.  I mean I have amazing friends and family.  Boys aren't on the agenda right now, so even though I don't have one in my life, I actually prefer it that way for now.  I have a million and one things going on.  I'm working (2 jobs, but one I wouldn't consider a J-O-B, it's mainly a passion I get paid to do). ;) I have my clients wedding next week, then I have Stephs bridal shower to plan, and help her with any other wedding stuff.  I just got started back onto my gym routine, I'm back to blogging. But there's still a piece of me that feels like the outcome of my entire agenda, is for other people. What am I doing for myself?  Okay, yea the gym. Whoopiee! (Hence the sarcasm). ;)

So as busy as I am, I've decided and have toyed with the idea of adding another project up in the mix.  At dinner a few weeks ago, my grandmother told me my "back-up" plan for a job should be in journalism.  I've always enjoyed writing, even as a kid.  I've written a few decent poems in a poetry class I took in college; I absolutely loved it.  But never once considered doing something like that, for reals.  When my grandmother had said that, I was really taken aback.  I've heard from a few people how much they've enjoyed my blog, but I was thinking it was because of the content, not the context.  My sister chimed in after my grandma had said that I have a way with words, and had said that she ENJOYS reading my blog.  I make it interesting and enjoyable, then a few others agreed.  Some were saying they could see me as a journalist, or a columnist in a magazine.

Huh?!? Really?!? Okay....

Since then, the thought of me writing for a job has been playing around in the back of my head.  Does that mean if I wanted to pursue a career in journalism I'd have to go back to school?? UGGHH!!  So then I thought I should just write.  I mean, I write everyday on this blog (some I write more than others, but still.. it's a start right?) 

Well, I've been sitting on this "idea/concept" for the last 2 weeks; but hadn't said anything to anyone until last night. Although the last week I've felt really "low", and emotional... I feel like writing and letting out all my emotions might help and make a really good piece; and also make me feel better.  My friend, AKA future business partner, was nothing but excited, supportive, and truly believes in me and my "idea" after I told her.  She's offered her support, criticism, and advice.  Once I was told that my "idea/concept" wasn't a stupid one, and that someone other than myself believes it has great potential... that was my go ahead.  In the words of my amazing friend, "Heree weeee goooo... a new adventure!  Fun fun!!"

I'm starting to think that's what's been missing... Something new.  Excitement.  Challenging.  So here we go!

"Creativity - like human life itself - begins in darkness."
-Julia Cameron


"Creativity comes from trust.  Trust your instincts. And never hope more than you work."
-Rita Mae Brown

It's Only Life...

WOW, has it been an emotional week for me.  I know that's normal when it's that 'time of the month', but I've never known to be emotional days after! LOL I laugh, but then again... feel like I can breakdown in tears at any moment.  My sister was talking just yesterday how sometimes she feels like just crying, and she has NO idea why.  So she'll sit there and cry.  I'm thinking I need to listen to her, and try that out.  I really don't have a specific reason for why I'm emotional... I think it's just the stress and just EVERYTHING in general that I feel a huge weight on my heart.  Yea it was a long week, I was sick half the week, was busy, and was that time of the month... I can blame all of that.  On top of that, I had to free my heart from something it was holding onto by a thread (which took me over a week to do), I had the Revlon Cancer Walk which is an emotional day in itself, and had the discussion of leaving California and trying to express to basically my entire family (grandma, aunts, cousins, mom and sisters) how I need to get out of here.  It was hard to sit there in front of them and explain that it has NOTHING to do with them... and of course I know I'm going to miss out on some things, and of course miss them - but I never thought during normal conversation when it came up that I'd break down in tears.  I simply was trying to tell them that I'm looking out for me, that I need to put myself first and think whats best for ME... and I couldn't even say that without tears.  I had to walk away to stop myself and breathe, or I knew I'd just sit there and look like a crying idiot.  It wasn't that I felt attacked, or judged or anything of that sort... but I think after the long week and the feeling of this heavy weight on me, I can seriously cry at the drop of a hat.  It's just frustrating that I want to get out on my own, go do something outside of the norm, be adventurous and venture out into the world on my own... and I feel that I can't, that I'm trapped.  (Of course I'm not physically trapped, but trying to find a job in the industry I want to be in, and not having any luck... is making me feel trapped, that I can't go anywhere).  And anyone who knows me can tell you, that I don't like not being in control and feeling trapped.

So this morning, I put my iPhone on random shuffle.  And one of my favorite artists that I haven't listened to in awhile came on... and this particular song came on... and then I had it on repeat.  It's amazing to me how much music can influence someones attitude, someones day, someones life.  I honestly wish that God had blessed me with musical capabilities... I would be LOST and probably a WRECK without music. 



Seven Reasons Why I'm Sorry

Good morning & Happy Mother's Day to all my motherly readers!!

I'm hoping from here on out I'll be able to get back to consistently blogging... this last week has been a whirlwind! Let's start with where I left off last week... here are my seven reasons why I haven't blogged and why I'm sorry for leaving you all clueless to what's been going on the last week.. I know you were ALL worried and stressed cause I hadn't blogged.. ;)

1. Last Friday morning (after making cake balls and getting creative with wrapping a baby shower gift), I was able to catch up on my beauty sleep... or at least I think I did.  Went into work at 11, left at about 10pm.  We had our "Moonlight Madness Sale" at work, and let me tell ya... MADNESS!!  After that Josh and I were supposed to head down to LA to meet Bobby and other friends for his birthday celebration.  Unfortunately, then ended up bar hopping; and by the time Josh and I got dressed and headed down there... we figured we'd only have like an hour or so before all the bars and stuff started closing.  I was also afraid that by the time we'd get down there, they'd be ready to call it a night... so getting all dressed up and wearing heels, driving and spending the gas over to LA to bar hop for maybe 20 minutes than head home.. just wasn't worth it.  So I came home, finished packing and drove off to Indio for the weekend... here I come STAGECOACH!!

2. So I arrived in Indio Friday night; found Cindy and Brian met up with a friend to say hello, had  a couple drinks and went to bed.  But I layed in bed for like 2 hours cause I downed a Monster on the drive; and that kept me up ALLL night.  So Saturday morning, woke up and got ready for the day.  Hung out at the trailer and watched drunk, hungover or sober people walk up and down our street.  Started drinking at like noon, headed over to the venue to park our chairs for the concerts later... went back to the trailer, drank some more.  Walked around our RV lot, made fun of people.  Went back to the trailer, drank some more.  Headed back to the venue, drank some more. Watched Chris Young, Darius Rucker... while drinking some more.  Finally met up with my BFF (Bobby) and his girlfriend and family... hung out with them for a little bit.  They left, I went back to Cindy and Brian... watched Kenny Chesney (he made me cry).  Went back to the trailer, drank some more and ended up drunk texting a friend that was there... we were texting back and forth until I went into the trailer to pee, and ended up knocking out.  Then I woke up a few hours later to a stuffy nose, coughing, headache... so I wasn't sure if it was because of the alcohol consumed, or if I was getting sick.  So my wonderful aunt that she is, got me some Emergen-C.  And woke me up 5min after she gave it to me and made me drink it ALL! lol I woke up Sunday morning covered in my own used tissue with a massive headache... took a shower (which helped alot), but my nose was still messed up and I had a feeling there were drugs involved for that day.  Thankfully Cindy's friend had meds, so I was loaded on meds all day, which means no drinking for me (okay, okay.. I had like 3 beers the whole day).  Sunday morning I ended up meeting Bobby and his people at the venue to mark our spot and put our chairs down for Sunday's concerts.  Bobby and his gf and her sister came back with me to the RV, hung out for a bit; walked around the RV lot and stopped to say hello to a friend... went back to our RV, hung out for a bit more... then they left back to the venue.  I took more drugs then knocked out in a chair in front of our RV, then soon woke up to some random guy in my face holding out his hand. LOL (I guess this guy walked by and introduced himself to Cindy, I had sunglasses on so he didn't know I was sleeping.. then I woke up with him in my face.. and I hear Cindy say.. uhh shes sleeping!) LOL So after that we all headed to the venue and watched Easton Corbin, and Josh Turner (who I love even MORE now that I saw him live).  Somewhere in between them playing, I realized that the parking lot my car was parked in closes from 9pm-1am.  Cindy and Brian had already decided they're leaving in the middle of Carrie Underwood because the RV lot closed at 9pm also... Bobby and his group stayed at a hotel and they were leaving that night... so I had no choice to get to my car and leave before 9.  Which Carrie Underwood (who was AMAZING!!!) was over at 8:45, so I had to hightail my sick butt to a parking lot which I had no idea where it was in 15min to get to my car so I could leave that night.  Which means... no watching Rascal Flatts for me. =( Trust me, I was completely bummed... then I was pissed when I get to the lot and they end up telling everyone that they're not closing it.  If I wasn't sick and tired, I would have walked back... but it wasn't a short walk and felt like crap so I just left.

3.  Monday I had to go to work, cause I have a customer I visit every Monday morning.  I woke up feeling like crap, but wasn't TOOOO bad.  Throughout the day I just kept feeling worse and worse.  So I left work about 2ish, came home ate and took some NyQuil.  Probably knocked out about 3, then woke up at like7:30ish... Mom was making dinner so I told her to wake me up at 9 so I can eat and take more meds... she did, then I went back to bed and woke up at 7am the next morning. 

4.  I wouldn't have gone to work on Tuesday, but given that I had received like 15 million emails (okay, fine... I'm exaggerating just a little); but I had to go into work for a bit.  But after like 15 hours of sleep, was still exhausted and feeling like crap. So I went to work... still feeling like crap.  Mind you, I blow my nose VERY loudly... so when I have to blow my nose at work, I go into the bathroom... I was so crappy that I didn't even care, I didn't have the strength to keep walking back n forth to blow my nose, so instead I stayed in the office.. and ended up getting called an elephant, and then Snuffaluphagus (by my boss). LOL Went home about 1-2 and did the same thing.  Went home and ate, took some NyQuil and slept another 15 hours.

5.  Wednesday I felt a little better.  Still took drugs, but my body wasn't as heavy and was just stuck with the aftermath of getting all the crap that accumulated out of my body (coughing stuff up and blowing stuff out) LOL Sorry if I grossed anyone out... but finally Wednesday I wasn't as out of it and was able to pay bills and do other stuff that I wasn't mentally able to do. Went and grabbed frozen yogurt after work, met Tristan and the boys and ate our yogurt.. then went home!

6.  Thursday felt A LOT better.  Worked a full day, Tristan came over after work to hangout and made dinner with me.. Yuumm Taco Salad!  Watched Tangled (totally recommend watching that movie if you haven't), then took Trit home.  Friday had another "catch-up" dinner with Erin; right after work I stopped and picked up a few T-shirts for the walk this weekend, met Erin at Red Robin, then went to Old Navy and grabbed my Mama's Mother's Day present, then headed over to Walmart and grabbed stuff a baby shower gift and stuff for Saturday morning.  Stopped by Yogurtland on my way home, then called it a night!

7.  Woke up at 5am, got out of bed at 5:30... got ready.  Everyone (Tristan, Desiree, Shannon and Sarah) were here at the house and them and the fam (everyone but Dad and Robby) headed out to LA (finally left the house at 6:30) and drove out to the Revlon Walk all in our camo shirts.  FINALLY parked, met up with Jo and Robert who were also walking with us, got our shirts/bags, walked around to see the vendors, then finally made it and did the walk!  After the walk drove over to Casa Sanchez for lunch, then Trit and I headed over to a friend of ours (Ashley Macias) baby shower... which we still were dressed in our walking outfits and completely pooped.  We stayed long enough to play a game, and chit chat, but then were both exhausted so we left.  Trit was hosting a dinner with close friends that night, so she had to get home.. I was just pooped.  Came home and uploaded a crapload onto facebook, and went to sleep!

So.. as you can tell, I've had a loooong, craaazzy, siiiickly, and sleeepy week.  I took a small nap yesterday after uploading pictures on facebook, and I felt like crap... Mom and I hoped that I wasn't sick and was just tired.  But when I woke up this morning, I still had my stuffy nose.. but felt fine.  THANK GOD!

Here are some pictures from the walk!!  Enjoy!!!

Onsies!

WOW!  Forgive me my little followers... it has been a long, crazy, sickly, sleepy week since the last time I had posted  (which I will rant and rave about SOMETIME this weekend; I'll make time for you.. I promise).  Crazy how much I've missed blogging.  As busy as I was, as sick as I was, or as asleep as I was... I really just wanted to sit down.. breathe and blog.  Blogging is my only time to really calm down and not think or worry about anything else.. I feel like I've heard those words before... coming from my Dad when we complain about him and his games. LOL  Anywho... I will stick with today's subject and then tell you all about my crazy week on Sunday! ;)

Fashion Friday... oh how I've missed thee. So, tis the season to have babies.  Seriously, everyone is popping out kids left and right.  My wallet can only pay for so many baby shower gifts.  I'm completely bummed I didn't get a picture of Lauren's final baby shower gift.  It was the cutest thing EVER!  And I gave myself a pat on the back for the clever idea.  But I basically got her a black and white striped bag (with tons of outside pockets that can hold bottles, wipes, etc) and the handles were bright pink, and I had "Moreno Girls" embroidered on it.  Figured she can use it as a diaper bag, a toy bag, clothing bag, whatever her little heart desires.. but to hold both the girls' things.  (Still crazy to think she's gonna have 2 little girls running around... it's exciting!)  So, fashion.. back on topic Val.  So today, I had to go grab a couple little things for a shower I'm going to tomorrow.  Tomorrow's shower is for a friend I've known since Kindergarten.  We lost touch back in high school and a couple years after ended up having the same class together at CSUSB.. where we caught up and started talking again.  Then outta know where, she moved to Washington.. got married and now has a baby on the way.  Her family lives here, and on one of her visits we did dinner.  But.. it's nice to know that no matter how much time passes... there are still those friends that you can pick up right where you left off... those are the kinda friends you know that will always be there... always. =)

Anywho... her hubby's in the Army.. so while looking for bibs and whatnot to fill her lil basket.. I came across the CUTEST onsies!  So I decided I had to share these on this fashionable Friday! ;)  

CUTE RIGHT?!?!

Stagecoach & Cake Balls, Birthdays & Showers!

So, I missed another day of blogging. But given the circumstances, how can I be sitting on the beautiful sands of Corona del Mar beach, eating an AMAZING spinach and mozzarella cheese salad whining on a blog?! What is there to whine about?!? I was laying in the sun, soaking up the rays listening to country music, instead of being stuck in an office without windows, answering phones and dealing with customers.  Uhh yea... no whine for me!! But, I can whine today... cause being at the beach all day yesterday prevented me from getting A LOT of stuff done.  I'm sitting here not knowing what's next on my list (I told my aunt today I should write it down, that list would come in handy now!).  Some of you may wonder why I have so much on my list and why I have to get it all done ASAP?  Well... Stagecoach is this weekend.  Cindy and Brian left today, and I'm camping out with them in their RV.  And I couldn't leave with them today, or leave with friends tomorrow because we have this huge sale at work (that we only have 2 days a year).  So, that left me here... not being able to go party a little earlier.  So, I had to have a majority of my stuff packed for Cindy to take in the RV.  THEN, not only is tomorrow (Friday) the day of the sale... BUT also my BFF's birthday (Bobby's).  So.. then there goes my thought of driving out to Stagecoach after work.  Instead, I'll be driving down to LA to Redwood Bar/Grill for his Birthday Celebration!  Then I get to drive out to Stagecoach all by my lonesome, Saturday morning.  But before all that, I had to meet my bride/client today for her hair consultation, I have to make a batch of cake balls for the hair stylist (we're trading cake balls and free touch-up on my extensions lol), I have to wrap and put together Lauren's baby shower gift (which I'm missing, cause I'll be at Stagecoach... which I don't like to talk about because yea, I'm thrilled about Stagecoach, but it breaks my heart that I'm missing one of my best friends' baby shower - though I did buy my ticket before she announced the date... I'm still kicking myself for missing it).

Yes, I'm sitting here whining about all this stuff I have to do to go have fun!  But, I'm VERY thankful that I have this stuff to keep me busy, to keep extra money flowin in, to have family and friends to spend my time with! =)