Mi Vida!

My Parents wedding, my birth, my baptism and funny clips of my Brother and I, mixed in with some of the music I remember as a child growing up in Mexico City, seeing my Mom so happy and in love with my Dad, seeing my Abu's face and holding me, wishing he could hold me again, seeing my beautiful Abis all fancy, seeing my little brother and what a funny little, cute and bashful baby he was AND just seeing what a beautiful family I have, beautiful, loving, fun, people who taught me everything, I can't watch it without crying. Thank you to my wonderful and creative boyfriend who laid in bed with me (while the soup he made from scratch with our leftover turkey was simmering AND that's just one of the things from the list of MANY wonderful things he does, how much time you got?) He pretty much did all the work, I just directed him and even then he took his own direction and made it even better (thank you Baby, you are the best I have ever had, I love you) I have a beautiful life :)

I WANT THE WORLD TO KNOW!!!!

Bang Bang!

I miss my Bangs, I'm trying to stay on the track of growing them out BUT when I see them I just want to eat them up, they are yummy, Bangs...I miss you and think about you often!
We will meet again...someday!

She Tickles My Fancy!

BAT FOR LASHES

He likes to pick at my skin, like a crack head, even if most of the time I'm blessed with the latin flawless-ish (oh, get over it) sometimes a tiny lil' fucker emerges, I'm saving this one for when he gets here Wednesday.

Me: I need u to pop one for me
DMN: Where is it?
Me: Right side, chin area
DMN: Ewww... Is it white yet?
Me: Whiter then you...
DMN: Nastyyyyyyyy
Me: You love it
DMN: I know

*I am super stoked (did I just use the word stoked?) that we get to slap a turkey around together, for I am cooking a full Thanksgiving dinner for 11, with the help of my all American Bo-hunk, who is making the stuffing (I'm sure there's going to be a lot of dirty "stuffing" jokes that day) this is the 4th year that I have taken on the role of host as a thanks to my Mama for all the years she cooked, she gets to just show up and relax, I got a lot to do in preparation for this Vato Loco Thanksgiving...WOOHOO! It's going to be fun to "stuff" everyone in my townhouse that is 3 levels but not very wide. Wish me luck :)

OBSSESED!

I know I already gave love to Portishead this weekend but I have been in a deep trance listening the latest and third album cleverly called "Third" it's like listening to an enchanting broken music box that puts you in this stare into space and day dream faze, in other words like being on drugs but without the illegal activity and intervention, with tracks like "Hunter" and "The Rip" and "Plastic" scattered noises of pure listening pleasure. I have had this album for over a year and this weekend I fell in love so deep, ReDiscovery at its finest. This album is going great with my new deep dark purple lipstick and black lace , the soundtrack to my experimental look that I'm pulling off with great ease. Glam Goth!

Smothered Burritos N Common Sense

So girls are crazy, topic of conversation over Mexican food, "All girls are lesbians and all guys are pedifiles" a quote from Ann Poll, my gorgeous Playboy playmate friend. Girls who bash other girls are insecure, Jealousy is the ugliest emotion to feel and it will eat you alive (my Mama actually always preached that one to me) Dating is hard but all of us are in our 30's and it does get easier when it comes to knowing what you will and won't put up with (and you get over things quicker) we can't wait for our 40's, never stop learning, a real smart person will admit that they don't know everything, its the people who walk around like they are better then everyone are not fooling anyone, always wash your make up off before bed (you'll thank me when you're my age) don't throw a fit in front of a guy, he will most likely dump you and send you home to your Mommy, throw down a beer once in a while, girls that are not sexual and in tune with their "parts" whether its from being a prude or not confident will never know real good sex (this one made me real sad for girls like these) farts are funny and will always be, threesomes are overrated, masturbation in front of 2 people is underrated, trust until given a reason not too, forgiveness is true spiritual freedom, brand names use to be cool, vintage is much cooler (just don't touch my Gucci purses..or else) be true to yourself always and everything else will follow.

Ann, Rachelle and I- on keeping it real!

Tyrant Style

Speaking of Ty and Brandon, this is "Tyrant Style"

*click on the title
(I'm new at this link stuff, Durrr!)

Portishead

The album "Dummy" changed me forever, since then I have had a loyal love for her. She is true.

Portishead - The Rip

Portishead | MySpace Music Videos

The Sleepover Of The Year!

Ashley is getting Married and we are finding any excuse to throw parties in celebration, Last night we had the a grand sleepover with the crew, Ty and Brandon were the ONLY 2 boys invited, cause they know about shoes and they are the icing on our crew cake! We ate pizza, dipped chips, drank champagne, giggled, danced and we did it all in our P.J's, it turned out to be on the funnest nights this winter...so far! In the morning (with my massive hangover) we woke up with all of us on the living room floor loving the fact that ALL of us ladies are Mommies, who have sleepovers, I LOVE my friends.
On that note Karla in her Sponge Bob onesie P.J's wins.

I take Jesus with me to sleepovers.

In The Hot Seat!

A written interview with snap shots. He had no mercy on me, I spilled it until the bottle was almost empty. will post the interview when I have permission

The Sweetest Thangs!

The most sexiest compliment I have ever received was- "you have the prettiest most delicate feminine hands"

Now that I think about it, he might have been giving me this compliment while I was licking chocolate off my fingers.
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Nyles Birthday Bash

IT'S All GOOD IN THE HOOD!

Ho's before Bro's!!!

I'm a girls girl, I love females cause I believe I should like my own breed, especially smart, witty,beautiful girls.(now if you are a real hussy and can't relate then exclude yourself) when girls get emotional we are truly capable of doing the unthinkable, emotions with some hormones mixed with hurt..LOOK OUT, we will turn your world around, it's ok because at the end of the day? I gotcha, I get you and I certainly don't hate you. Girls will be Girls and seeing how I am one of them, I will always secretly have your back. Now let's go have a latte and shoe shop!

Word!!

P.S I find it a very weird coincidence that we were both listening to the same song today, the song I almost blogged about, are you a virgo??

For my ladies...

Eat Shit!!!

I did, walking out of Starbucks with my soy latte in my left hand, looking all cutesy with my 2 pig tail braids and my old skool juicy sweats..I missed a step and ate it, gloriously, I didn't spill one drop and I stood up to an audience behind me, took a graceful bow where I got an applause and skipped to my car, TAAA DAAA! you have to have these things down when you have been a bit clumsy your whole life. I'm a professional.

Mickey Avalon

One of the funnest/craziest/dirtiest/awesome concerts I have been too (next to peaches) We got 6 girls together, put on our fishnets, leather, red lipstick, provocative heels (I wore my shinny Amercian apparel rock star tights) The master plan was to do shots and make our way to the front of the stage and do it the way a concert like this should be done..it was a success. He is just dirty and not easy on the eyes and you question his sexuality, I guess that's why we love him.

*WARNING he is NOT Micheal Buble.

VIVA MEXICO!!!!

It's very hard to explain to people how it feels to be a Latina , I LOVE my culture so much, I could cry just thinking about it. I am so proud of where I'm from and the fact that I am bilingual (working on the French) Luis Miguel melts me and this crush has been going on since I was a niña chiquita, I plan to have a huge Mariachi band at my wedding and lots of Tequila. It's a beautiful thing, this Mexican blood :)

Blonde Redhead

My old love, I found again in an old CD case I had abandoned under my bed, I have so many memories to this album "23" I had a relaxing bubble bath last night, closed my eyes and reminisced. I adore this song.

Silently
Silently, I wish to sail into your port, I am your sailor
Quietly, I drop my weight into your sea, I drop my anchor
I sway in your waves, I sing in your sleep
I stay till I'm in your life

dumb video, great song!

St. Jude

A couple of weeks ago I woke up on a Saturday morning, like any other Saturday morning, I like to turn on my TV and lounge for a good while, that morning when I turned on the TV, this show about St. Judes and the children that have rare cancers who are being taken care of there. I was for a good hour...a crying mess. These innocent little angles who have to suffer and they don't understand why, I kept remembering how scared I use to get at the doctors and seeing these little angels crying as they are getting poked with needles and experiencing pain that we will never know, I was so touched and really so extremely thankful that my child is healthy, so I called and have promised to send $20 a month, I spend that on expensive coffee weekly, such a small amount, I am not here preaching like I am saving the world, I know there are so many other things that we all could be doing, but that little amount really does make a difference, today in the mail I got my envelope and a picture of a little girl that Elijah and I will be helping. If everyone could help with that little amount a month, imagine the good that could do for these angels and the hospital.

Holy Meteor Showers Batman!!!

Via text message.

Me: I missed a meteor shower again? I missed the last one that we tried to stay up for this summer.

T: Omg, you didn't see it?? Scariest shit ever! Biggest meteor. It was like daylight coming through your window for a second.

Me: Dude, that's scary, did they know it was coming?

T: Yeah, there's a meteor. shower again. But it's still scary as fuck! Who knows when that could be an asteroid and poof, we're gone!

Me: That stuff scares me bad
My hands are sweaty
I just shit my pants

(Big gap)

T: sorry, I had to pee

Me: haaa! I have been trippin on that stuff lately and 2012, I'm spooked

T: Don't worry about 2012. Remember 2000?

Me: vaguely, I was drunk in a back seat, I think.

T: And you lived, see?

Terumptious -whatever you want it to be

After my terumptious (a word I just made up, it's my new thing) day. I ran into the director of the "crow" who casted me in the crow 4 years ago (I didn't even know there was a crow 2 or 3 at the time) a movie that I have not seen yet, even after all these years, I had a pretty cool scene with Dennis Hopper, where I shared a kiss with another sluty vampire named Barbie, to make it even more terumtious. I always try and get my hands on a copy but truth be known, I hate seeing myself on screen, don't get me wrong, I like my purdy pictures but film and my acting? Not so much. Anyways,. The point is that he said to me "you look so different, you lost weight? have you had work done on your face?" I looked at him with a terumptious look and said "ummm, no. I have never even had Botox" he said "oh, now you're a liar" (hey, I'm not shy about admitting things I have had done and would certainly not lie about it, I will be calling a plastic surgeon when the time comes, TRUST me, I do have laugh lines but that's cause I pretty much wake up laughing) I then explained that I just take care of my skin and I get better with age, that's as far as my wrinkle free, ten pounds lighter secret goes.

I definitely feel like I look better then I did in my 20's and I look like I'm in my 20's (but I don't think like I did in my 20's, thank god. I found my 20's to be awkward and emotionally messy, especially my early ones) so I'm technically living my 20's vicariously through myself now in my 30's, oh, I sound fucking terumptious

*Notice how I misspelled my own word? "its a damn poor mind that can only think of one way to spell a word"- Andrew Jackson, then I believe he cried after that quote.

Emerson

A lovely person, who took these pictures.

C'est La Vie

Today (which is only half way over) has proven to be a day I wish I had a fast forward button for, but I don't and I can't, so I will embrace it and try to appreciate the fact that I have more good days then bad and that in exchange for 92% of the time that I am laughing, in a good mood, lucky, spoiled, fed, satisfied and know it, there is going to be days like these to humble my pretty ass.

I honked at a handicap Van today, I'm sure I am going to hell!

Heartbreak

The Buddha had the following admonition.

O, monks! Why should every female, male, layperson or priest always consider that all things they love would one day go away from them? What is the advantage of taking the said matter into consideration? Hearken, monks! All fondness and love existing in the being lead them to perform physical,verbal or mental bad deeds. Upon having always taken such matters into consideration, the being will be able to leave or lighten such fondness and love. O, monks! That is the advantage that every female, male, layperson or priest should always consider, that all things they love WILL one day go away from them.

*when I speak of being "aware" this is a good example.

Goldfrapp

YES PLEASE....if you're not a bit wacky you will bore me to pieces. Normal people worry me.

Laytyrx

The Good Pain

The Australian guy who got deported, The guy who smoked cigarettes in my face, The bad ass lesbian chick, The scary but interesting Nazi looking guy with one white eye, The guy who confused my life completely and had really bad timing.

All artist, All used my body as a canvas, causing euphoric pain on me and leaving me always wanting more, and all could be characters in a Quentin Tarantino film.

I'm itching for another Tattoo.

Things That Bug Me #37

The word "Hottie" -Mostly used by white dudes and annoying girls that also use the word "like" a lot and "OMG" in text messages, or even worse "OMG" in conversations..

Barby, in High-definition

I have always said I need a reality TV show for the things that happen to me, that dream almost came true a couple of years ago when I auditioned for the Bachelor, I was scouted by one of the casting directors by my MySpace (so don't hate on the MySpace, it might be a thing of the past but it did some interesting things for me) 3 days of intense interviews, where I was locked up in a hotel in Hollywood, NO phone calls, internet or contact with any of the other potential love seekers, they wanted to know everything, they drilled me then took my blood to see if I could possibly infect the Bachelor with the clap,crabs or HIV (do Crabs even still exist? No one has bush anymore) they wanted to know your deepest darkest secrets, then stuck a camera in my face to (I assume) see what 10 pounds looked like.
A month later they called me and said "you made the show, are you excited?" At the moment I thought 'wow, this is so cool' and after a day, I decided to turn down the show, after realizing that I didn't want to be known as "THAT girl" that girl, that got kicked off the show for getting too drunk and insulting his mother then calling him a Jew, not to mention the producer called me and said that all those "secrets" might be used to boost up ratings (can u say, fuck off? I know I shouldn't have told them about that night in Portland) so, my decision is one that I will always wonder about but know in my heart it was the best one for myself and my family, 15 minutes of fame just didn't sound that glamorous to me, I'm looking for AT LEAST 30 minutes, plus I want my OWN show. Word? What I did manage to do was dance shamelessly on the streets of Melrose Ave on the Jay Leno show (youtube in the works)
I still talk to Shanny, who is the lovely casting director who found me, who still every time I talk to her, says "Barby, you would of been so funny on the show, we don't get pretty funny chicks, you were my star" did I mention I love Shanny? I just ask her to keep me in mind for future roles with Russell Brand in them.

Oh, and in case you were wondering the Bachelor was Brad, who was EXTREMELY easy on the eyes but was a little bit of a bore, he was a "suit" nuff said...

Is it okay that I have a ton of things in my closet with the tags still attached and that I still have the nerve to utter the words "I don't have anything to wear tonight"

The issues I'm dealing with today. Don't envy me.

I feel like wearing leather tonight. Ok, envy me.

Röyksopp

Everything they create is unique and dreamy, that is why they are one of my favorites. The last album "Junior" was one of the best albums of this year, this CD always in my car and gets much love.

"Every once in a while we surface to share our music and shed some light in an otherwise bleak reality"




An oldie' but still one of the BEST. such a great song.

Taking It Back To The Old Skool

Today I got taken back to the old skool, the parties I use to attend under age with a beer in my hand just waiting for my Mom to find out where I was (she always knew) I kicked it with homies, literally, back then at my tender age of 15 I had no clue that half of these boys were homies and true to their gang (which is comical cause we live in Utah) but that didn't change the fact that these parties were fun, listening to The Gap Band, Too short, Sos Band, Brenton Wood, The Ghetto Boys, on my friends porch and wondering what the tear drop tattoo bellow the eye meant.

I have been listening to this song all morning and it puts me in the best mood and reminds me of my rebellious teenage years and so on and so on....

THE RICH WORRY ABOUT YOU

* I like this Cowboy
www.jimhightower.com

You'll be comforted to know that the rich are concerned about you. Not concerned about your joblessness, lack of health care, or anything else about your economic condition. No, no – it's your psychological state of mind that has them worried. In particular, they are troubled by what you think about them. With the rich, you see, it's always about them.

They sense a disquieting psychological mood among the hoi polloi – an anger at what Wall Street has done, a feeling that the rich are greedy and get unfair advantages. To think such thoughts, they say, is unhealthy for you emotionally. After all, says a wealth management advisor for high-dollar bankers, "To revile the rich is to revile the American dream." So, turn your anger into appreciation and view the rich as your role models.

Besides, your negative vibe is upsetting the extremely well off. "They feel mischaracterized," says a Merrill Lynch wealth manager. Many give to charity, and some even get buildings named after them, making donations to universities and cultural centers. As the Merrill Lynch advisor put it, "Then to be characterized as not doing their fair share begins to wear on them." See, you've made them sad.

So lighten up on the rich, and just be happy. Otherwise, explains a financial psychologist, we'll create "a generation that distrusts investing and associates wealth with greed." Oh? And how irrational is that? Well, says the financial shrink, young people "have watched their parents lose their money, and now they think, 'you can't trust banks.' We need to do work around that,"

Get real! It's not hard-hit, workaday folks who need to be stretched out on the psychiatrist's couch – it's the wealthy elites who've made a mess of our economy and now want to feel better about themselves by blaming us for being a wee bit angry at their narcissism.

"All This Anger Against the Rich May Be Unhealthy," The New York Times

My Art Collection

My Mom the other day told me the story of the one and only time I got lost, I was 2 and we were in liverpool which is the biggest department store in Mexico City, my Mom says she clearly remembers turning her head for 2 seconds and I was gone, she then went into panic mode, as I can imagine (I make fun and ask her if she was yelling "the dingo ate my baby", she doesn't laugh) she yelled my name over and over and finally found me sitting at the cosmetics counter, with the makeup girl applying blush on me, I believe that's how it all got started.
This is my Makeup bag, this is only one section of this channel suitcase, there is still the compartment for all my brushes, eye pencils and random things (oh, and this is just what I travel with and does not include the drawers I have in my house full of other fun colors and things) I have always said if I lost this bag it would be a tragedy cause this is years of collecting. Now, the collection of perfumes and smelly good lotions from Bath & Body works is a whole other story.....oh, lordy I am a girly girl, I think you are either born a girl like this or not and if you are, good chance you will always be like this (like my Abis) I wouldn't have me any other way, I enjoy my rituals.

I'm almost home, in Phoenix where it's 80 degrees at 8pm..shoot, maybe I should of stayed here over night. On my flight today I found it very emotionally difficult to listen to music, so I decided to sit in silence and listen to the roaring jets and even then I was able to hear a sad melody in that.
As puss and boots as I get about leaving, there is nothing like getting a phone call from E.J to say goodnight and to tell me he got 29 comments on his Facebook profile picture I took of him, I am now friends with my Son on Facebook *Gulp* if someone would of told me 12 years ago that someday I would be friends with my one and only child on a social internet site, I would of laughed and called security. In the end as much fun as I have and love my New York play dates, there is nothing like going home, wrapping my arms around that peace of heaven and the true joy I get out of flipping those pancakes in the morning, how great my bed feels and how I'm actually excited about putting on my fake eye lashes tomorrow.

I'm surrounded by love, I could explode from it, I can't complain.

I ♥ New York

That title is true for so many reasons, where do I begin? I got in late ish on Saturday, did nothing but eat, relax, watched TV and enjoyed some very well needed one on one time with the fella. The next morning I shopped (Duh) We had a scrumptious Brunch at Cafe Habana, where I might have had some of the best Chilaquiles next to my Mamas (I said might) and a frozen Mojito. After brunch and more walking (Note to self: NO more high heels during the day)

A really cute little Japanese lady stopped me on the street and asked me if she could take a picture of my outfit for a Japanese Magazine called "GISELe", Of course I was completely flattered because everyone knows that the Japanese have mad style, so I will be picking up a copy at the end of December to see my oh so fabulous but yet affordable outfit on one of their pages, I think the hat that David got me on the street is what gave the outfit the flava. Later we met up with friends, walked the Highline, enjoyed a yummy dinner at Pastis (grabbed a table outside because the weather was incredible Sunday) We then walked to the movie theater. Perfect day? I would say so.

Today we headed to Brooklyn (Williamsburg to be hipply correct). While a meeting took place I was dropped off at Beacon's closet, where a vintage freak like myself might self-combust with joy. There I was, just me and about 45 minutes. I got one really ugly flowery top, I use the word "ugly" with much love (I am in love with flower patterns that might look like your Grandma's drapes) My price treasure is a black vintage clutch, It's funky and old and mine, I could of done more damage but I was limited on time and my lack of food was going to my nervous system, which then turns me into "Barby the Bitchy Beast".

We had brunch at Five leaves, which is Heath Ledger's joint, we waited about an hour for our food and in an hour you can cover these 8 things.

1. Receding hairlines

2. Mutual people we know in SLC (Alec and I mostly in this convo)

3. Fry sauce (again, Alec and I)

4. A little flirty footsie under the table (David and I, mostly)

5. Conversations with others (A short break where we all get on our phones and completely ignore the existence of one another)

6. What a great person David is (once again, Alec and I)

7. Thanksgiving plans

8. Discovering a new artist while eating that makes your ears perk up- The artist Destroyer

*New York has been such a good friend to me in these past 10 years, in the sense that it has always introduced me to some great people and has always made sure I'm in good hands, I'm very lucky to have this fella, I owe New York a drink.

Kamal Ahmed

While listening to my wonderful independent radio station (KRCL) they play Grizzly Bear to Bob Dylan to Phoenix to Lou Reed to Nina Simone to Kamal Ahme*this song*

Fell in love with it. Not surprised, seeing that I LOVE this kind off music and I love that it's from the 60's.

LOVE.LOVE.LOVE

Powerhouse

I have very gorgeous friends, it's how I roll. 3 of my closest friends, before this shoot they didn't know each other and I brought my favorite girls together, it worked out very well.
*third picture down- Tatyana, Megan, Myself and Ashley (my favorite shoes I own on the feet of Tatyana, trying to stock up on colors and can't seem to get my hands on another pair, Fack!!)

Horsing around

My summers in Acapulco with my Family are some of my favorite memories of my childhood, I always ran around without a shirt...some things never change.

I'm getting too old for a lot of things but I'm not too old for a baggy pair of sweats and my boyfriend's T-shirt, I'm not too old for wine in a paper cup and a Marlboro every once in a while, I'm not too old for Peter Pan, I'm not too old for my favorite pillow or to lay in bed all day trying to get this story out of my skin, trying to burn it through the paper I wrote this on and leave my thumb prints hanging from each corner, I'm not too old to ride around with my windows down with Simon and Garfunkel blasting because that is the way Simon and Garfunkel should be played. I'm not too old to jump on my bed and refuse to wash my hair, to play dress up and blow bubbles with my gum, I'm not too old to run around bare foot with a smile stuck on my face even when times are hard, I'm not too old to cry over boys, I'm not too old to get out of here, I'm not too old to write love notes on napkins, to make every feeling an experience, to make mistakes, to write poetry, to exchange a thousand awkward words with people I just met, to do things I have never done, to fail miserably time over time, I'm not too old to change things and I'm not too old to fuck up and never ever ever give up.

I'm Picky About My Blondes

My girl crush and one of the very few blondes I find tremendously beautiful, which makes me a perv seeing how she is a 19yrs old... Eh, everyone has some kind of fetish? *shrug* Oh, and that snooty bitch from "The City" with no personality..Olivia? yeah, she is gorgeous but her lack of personality and humor would have me kicking her out after a little nookie (and the fact that she used the word "fly" had me giggling, oh gurl, you're so streets) Taylor just has a very exotic face. Very pretty young lady and she seems so sweet and humble, which would make me want to be her best friend and take her home to Mama.

She could sing random names out of the phone book and I would listen like it was the most beautiful poetry I have ever heard.

Annoyed this morning by an underpaid employee.

If I'm asking you questions it's obviously because I need information and if you're representing this company, it's your job to have some knowledge so that when people like me come in asking questions, you then can provide me with answers.
There is nothing more annoying then when this happens and the employee gives you attitude, looks at you like "why are you asking me?" I give that person some time to snap out of asshole mode (I try to remember that at some point this person most likely wasn't an asshole but that being a product of his environment *9-5 probably has something to do with it, seeing how 61% of Americans are unsatisfied with their jobs, isn't that sad?) and if it still continues? I like to calmly lean into them with a smile and say "are you in a bad mood today?" As I pout my bottom lip, Watch how quickly their tone changes.

Keep your cool, wish them a grrrrrreat day and give them a wink on your way out.


Back to you Bob.

I'm sitting next to my Mom who stands at 5'3 and has a 5 1/2 size foot (the cutest little doll feet you have ever seen) wondering how I am 5'7 and wear an 8, I have no idea. She had EJ and I over for dinner and she made Mole con Pollo, oh, my mom is the bomb cook, the best homemade Mexican food that comes accompanied by a fresh cup of coffee, her food truly is food for my soul.

She is now making me watch a tiny piece of the movie "she's so lovely" because she can't get over how much Robyn Wright Penn's character reminds her of me, I asked why? She said "because she drinks, laughs a lot and does not make life complicated, she lives"

If this is what I'm like? Lord help me. She is drinking whiskey and gets her ass beat by James Gandolfini in the first 5 min.

On my way out, I looked at myself in her mirror and said "you're pretty" as I made googly eyes at myself, my Mom mumbled "pretty...stupid"

What I really want to know is why for the past 2 days I have been hungry like a big body builder, I eat (like a body builder) and 2 hours later I'm ready to chew off my hand, so now I have to watch my guilty pleasure Tuesday night Hills/City while stuffing my face, Oye! .

St Tropez

My favorite trip...so far.

Tonight I was at dinner with 30+ friends for Ashley and Reeds engagement dinner,Good champagne,Good food and the coolest group in the S.L.C, followed by a speech from Reed that had us all crying, its so wonderful to watch one of my closet friends find love with a genuinely good Man. There is really good guys out there. I believe Men are good when they find the right Woman.


Lisa then taught me the word *SKUNT*... Figure it out!

This song will always melt me and take me back to that beautiful weekend I shared with you...especially that Sunday we spent together at the park, tangled up in each other on that blanket and how I didn't want that moment to end, so I took a deep breath in, inhaled the smell of the grass and your skin and exhale every time I hear this song.

I love our matching bunions....ummm!

Sunday Funday

I love and look forward to this day of the week, its the one day a week that I know I don't have to be anywhere or do anything that I don't want to do. So I sleep in, I relax, depending on the plans Elijah has or if he has plans to stay at Dads another night, (I guess little boys at 12 love the time with their Dads?). I dance in my room for a good 15 min while my shower is running, I make my bed (duh) I open up the blinds, I fabreeze, I usually have a yummy brunch with a friend or friends, I spend money I shouldn't on cute coats, vintage dresses or shoes, I spend an hour or so at Barnes & Nobles with a cup of coffee and a stack of magazines, I text a bunch, I have a talk with myself at some point that goes a little like "don't you have some laundry and vacuuming to do at home? you should really clean at some point", then I tell myself to shut it and continue with my careless day. ...so now 6 hours later and $100 short, I shall go clean. 

EJ: can I just stay at my Dads tonight? I love you

Me: sure, I love you too Chuck

EJ: Chuck? Ok Larry 

And I wear no makeup.