Be My Baby

ubiquitous - adj. being or seeming to be everywhere at the same time; omnipresent

It's late, I should be joining Kyle in the land of slumberhood but thought I'd post a quick post now that I've just finished my homework. Here are some pics from my sister's baby shower yesterday:






My arm looks all crooked in that first shot because I'm trying to avoid the ubiquitous arm fat shot. Yeah, you ladies know what I'm talking about. And those of you who don't...I hate you. How cool is that car seat made out of playdough creation? Some people are just artistically talented. Don't Robbie and Kyle look excited? I'm not so sure the invention of the co-ed baby shower was such a great idea. I have a feeling most dudes were perfectly happy to not be invited to baby showers for years.

Tomorrow I'm going to be pregnant...pregnant Britney Spears that is. For a Halloween party. I'm doing Britney on Dateline. Denim shorts, smeared mascara, and chipped nails - the whole deal. Because of course, usually my nails are in perfect condition. Right. Just look back at all my old pictures - you won't see an ounce of arm fat or a chipped nail in any of them!

I spent the night at my cousin Cindy's house on Friday to help her with the decorations. She does the most awesome balloons and candy favors. Anyway, we hit up the new H&M in Pasadena. Can I just say I was in hog heaven? Oh how long I have awaited the arrival of an H&M within driving distance. I was wishing they would open one up in San Diego, but after practicing restraint and still managing to spend more than I could afford when I was there, I've decided I can wait a few years until there is an H&M within immediate shopping range. We went to dinner at Mi Piace afterwards, cracked open a bottle of wine and spent some quality bonding girl time together. I haven't had girls night out in a while and I sure needed it.

All right, time for me to retire. G'night all.

Warm Sock Weather

One of the great things about not having to go anywhere during the day is that one can walk around the house wearing a Hawaiian slip dress, purple warm fuzzy socks, and a hooded zip up sweatshirt and nobody is there to judge you.

I love wearing warm socks when it starts getting cold outside. I love the fall, when the air starts getting brisk and cool and that lovely cold weather woodsy smell fills the air. I don't know where that smell comes from, but I don't care because I just love to take it all in. It's times like these when I can really see myself living somewhere that the sun doesn't shine year round, although being the wussy California girl I am I don't quite know how true that is. At the first sign of weather dipping below 50 degrees I'd probably be out of there. But, if I could "weather" the weather, I would probably get used to it over time. I always think about how nice it would be to live somewhere that you don't have to pay a ba-jillion dollars in order to buy a decent house for your family. If it wasn't for mine and Kyle's family being here in California, I might be all over it. Of course wherever it is would have to have a mall close by because according to Kyle I can't live anywhere that is more than an hour drive to a major shopping center.

Mom and dad were supposed to come today but I talked to dad and it seems that they are going to sit around the house in their socks/Hawaiian garb/zip down sweatshirts today too. It won't be long until they visit though, now that Kyle and I live near their newly discovered favorite Filipino restaurant. Last time they were here, they had lunch there, then went back to have a snack, and then, had it not been for their other favorite place calling, Pechanga Casino, they would have gone back again for dinner. Gotta love mom and dad.

I Don't Want to Want My MTV

Sometimes I think that if I watch enough hours of sleazy MTV shows I'll automatically be sent to hell when I die. For some reason last night I was sucked into watching "Parental Control". That's the show where the mom and dad who don't like their son/daughter's girlfriend/boyfriend set him or her up with two different dates and then watch the dates with said girlfriend/boyfriend. The whole time, they trade "witty" remarks such as the girlfriend saying to the dad, "Look how ugly that girl is you picked out. You must like ugly girls - look at your wife!" What the...? Seriously, who talks like that to any adult, much less the parents of your boyfriend? Yeah, if that show isn't really one big joke with a bunch of bad actors then I think the entire corporation of MTV may be going to hell too. Ew, and the dad in the episode I watched last night was a total perv. The entire show was just wrong.

On another note, Kyle doesn't know this yet but I almost adopted a cat last night. I was having another bout of insomnia and trying to get myself to fall back asleep again when I heard a cat meowing outside of our apartment. Me being the crazy cat lady that I am opened the door and there was a cute little kitty just sitting there looking up at me with big eyes. So I went up to it and started petting it, and it was the cutest little purrbucket. Then she went into our apartment, and I gave her a bowl of water which she rejected, but after that I was having trouble getting her to leave (probably partly because I didn't want her to leave). I contemplated bringing her into our bedroom where Kyle was sleeping soundly and begging him if I could please please keep her but then reason and flashbacks of our crazy cat Emma (may she rest in peace) got the better of me. She went away eventually but I am secretly hoping for more visits from my new little friend. For now I will stick to my weekly volunteer visits at the Rescue House to get my cat fixes.

Birthday Boy

Happy Birthday to Kyle! Cutest birthday boy ever. Also biggest trooper birthday boy to move tons of boxes during his birthday weekend.



Looks like the birthday boy is happy.










It's amazing how much c*rap one can accumulate over the course of one year. How can we be moving for 3 days straight and not be done yet? Okay, maybe not straight since there was the pet sitting jobs, dinner at grandma's, etc. but Kyle and I have certainly had more of a workout in the past 3 days than we have in the entire past year. Actually, I shouldn't speak for Kyle but I know I did.

Umm, funny story about our move. The first night in our new apartment we decided to take the big room in the front of the apartment even though it was less private and shares a wall with the people next door. We were so exhausted the first night, we were just ready to pass out. Just as soon as the neighbors turned off their TV. Any minute now...still on...they've got to go to sleep sometime, right? WRONG! 11:30 hits and not only is there banging against the wall and a blaring TV combined with people shouting at each other, but the light on the patio just outside of our room still has not turned off so it's like Viva Las Vegas in our bedroom. Seriously, why do apartment complexes feel the need to leave the outside lights on all night long? I mean, I understand it's for security reasons, but really can't you just invest in a sensor - I'm sure it would be cheaper than wasting energy on the lights all night long.

Well, once 11:30 rolled around Kyle and I were having none of the noise and the bright lights, so we made the decision to move all of our bedroom furniture around in the middle of the night from the big room to the small back room just for our own sanity in the long term. Turned out to be a good decision, because even though the other room is smaller it is also pitch black and perfectly quiet at night.

The best part? The loud neighbors moved out today. Happy Birthday to Kyle!