I'm pretty tired (what's new) and i feel like i haven't blogged in forever. i apologize for my lack of updates in my life....but truth be told, there isn't a whole lot to update you on. that's summer for you, i guess. and the fact that i am lacking in the socialization department....
so for now; i am going to summarize my day with this:
vanilla latte.
downtown oly.
wonderful friendships.
excitement for future.
impatience for future.
shopping.
jersey shore marathon.
independence.
self-sufficency.
cruisin.
whoomp there it is.
laughter.
SUNSHINE. SUNSHINE. SUNSHINE.
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
it's not unusual....
we all need a little carlton banks in our lives......enjoy this compilation of his wonderful dance moves.
and good luck getting that song out of your head :)
Sunday, July 24, 2011
weddings.
it is no secret that i love weddings.
i love everything they symbolize; i love dressing up for them, and i love the dancing, the toasts, the throwing of the bouquet, the sweetness of it all. i've been to more weddings than the average 19-year-old, from my cousins/sister (at least 6 or 7) to family friends, my sister's friends, etc.
in fact, my parents and I went to our family friend's Liz's on friday night. it was in oregon; outside. the weather was perfect, and even though i got 14 mosquito bites on my legs (i am not exaggerating) i had a great time seeing people i haven't seen in 2, 4, 6 years. one being my 6th grade health teacher, [who called me chelsea...no surprise there ha], my orthodontist, two of my oldest friend's parents, tons of my brother's baseball friends families and Liz's younger brother who happens to be one of my favorite people. since i hadn't seen most of these people since i was about 13 or 14, some of them didn't recognize me. weird, right? i guess my looks have matured a bit since then, since one of the most common comments i got was "wow, you look so old!" i'm sure it wasn't in an insulting way, i just look different.
the wedding was so beautiful, from the bridesmaids' dresses to the decorations, to the food, everything was perfect. i am so happy for Liz & Brent and their new life together. if anyone deserves it, they do.
and while i was so excited for them -- i couldn't help wanting it for myself. when is it going to be my turn? i know what i want my dress to look like, what personal touches i want, and what music i will play. the only thing i'm missing is the groom. kind of important for a wedding, right? am i jumping the gun too quick? maybe.
and i know i'm only nineteen years old. believe me, if anyone knows it, i do. but in some ways i don't feel nineteen. in some ways i feel older - emotionally, and spiritually. and i know that God has the right person at the right time for me. i just want to know now. i can wait to get married; honestly i can because it is SUCH a huge life commitment and i definitely wouldn't want to rush into it flippantly.
but some days i just feel like i'm going to die alone. with 64 cats. i don't mean for that to sound as depressing as it probably did. but when i see my family and friends around me in loving relationships, i can't help but want one for myself. i want to be in love just like any other person. when is it my turn? why do i have to wait so freakin long? is there something wrong with me? my mind wanders. i suppose the longer you wait for something, the better it is.
but maybe i'm not ready to meet him just yet. maybe God has more work to do in me. maybe i'm looking in all the wrong places.
i honestly couldn't tell you, because i don't know the future.
what i do know is that God's timing is perfect and i have to trust in it, without reservation.
i'm still working on that part....
i love everything they symbolize; i love dressing up for them, and i love the dancing, the toasts, the throwing of the bouquet, the sweetness of it all. i've been to more weddings than the average 19-year-old, from my cousins/sister (at least 6 or 7) to family friends, my sister's friends, etc.
in fact, my parents and I went to our family friend's Liz's on friday night. it was in oregon; outside. the weather was perfect, and even though i got 14 mosquito bites on my legs (i am not exaggerating) i had a great time seeing people i haven't seen in 2, 4, 6 years. one being my 6th grade health teacher, [who called me chelsea...no surprise there ha], my orthodontist, two of my oldest friend's parents, tons of my brother's baseball friends families and Liz's younger brother who happens to be one of my favorite people. since i hadn't seen most of these people since i was about 13 or 14, some of them didn't recognize me. weird, right? i guess my looks have matured a bit since then, since one of the most common comments i got was "wow, you look so old!" i'm sure it wasn't in an insulting way, i just look different.
the wedding was so beautiful, from the bridesmaids' dresses to the decorations, to the food, everything was perfect. i am so happy for Liz & Brent and their new life together. if anyone deserves it, they do.
and while i was so excited for them -- i couldn't help wanting it for myself. when is it going to be my turn? i know what i want my dress to look like, what personal touches i want, and what music i will play. the only thing i'm missing is the groom. kind of important for a wedding, right? am i jumping the gun too quick? maybe.
and i know i'm only nineteen years old. believe me, if anyone knows it, i do. but in some ways i don't feel nineteen. in some ways i feel older - emotionally, and spiritually. and i know that God has the right person at the right time for me. i just want to know now. i can wait to get married; honestly i can because it is SUCH a huge life commitment and i definitely wouldn't want to rush into it flippantly.
but some days i just feel like i'm going to die alone. with 64 cats. i don't mean for that to sound as depressing as it probably did. but when i see my family and friends around me in loving relationships, i can't help but want one for myself. i want to be in love just like any other person. when is it my turn? why do i have to wait so freakin long? is there something wrong with me? my mind wanders. i suppose the longer you wait for something, the better it is.
but maybe i'm not ready to meet him just yet. maybe God has more work to do in me. maybe i'm looking in all the wrong places.
i honestly couldn't tell you, because i don't know the future.
what i do know is that God's timing is perfect and i have to trust in it, without reservation.
i'm still working on that part....
Saturday, July 23, 2011
25 years.
you are officially half-way to 50 and 1/4 of the way to 100. congratulations.
since you are now 25, you can : run for the house of representatives and rent and drive a rental car.
i am glad you are livin' the dream in TX this weekend! enjoy it. but not too much. oh and please don't die in the heat.
i am so happy you are my older (and only) brother and i could not imagine a better person to fill that position. you are such a kind, generous, and loving person. i appreciate whenever you take time out of your busy day to see how i'm doing or laugh over an inside joke. thank you so much for being you! i love you.
and as with any poor person that is recognized on my blog for one reason or another, i am featuring you in a full photo montage. do enjoy.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
just do it.
yesterday, i decided to exercise.
i mean really exercise, not just a walk at lunch or taking the stairs. i can't remember the last time i really sweated due to sustained vigorous movement....which is sad.
so i decided to go on a "jog". i put jog in quotation marks because after 60 seconds and two blocks later, i was gasping for breath and my side felt like it was going to explode.
there are a few reasons i hate running. jogging for that matter too.
actually, there are a million reasons i hate them, but for your sake i will spare you.
first off; i look like an idiot when i run. i look like what a seal would look like if it had legs and were mobile. i'm so self conscious about the way i run that i sometimes forget to pay attention to my surroundings which has proved to be disastrous....(let's not forget falling off the treadmill at the gym in '06 in the dark ages while using a CD player....not pretty.)
secondly; i have absolutely ZERO endurance. none. i would rather sprint 100 meters than run a mile anyday. i just feel like it's so monotonous and boring. and painful. i am definitely feeling the after effects today.
i realized i would have much rather been doing some form of exercise that i could stand. like dancing. or shooting hoops. or ANYTHING ELSE.
one absolute must when i exercise is music. i don't know whether it's to drown out my pathetic gasps of breath, to silence my self-loathing (ie. "WHY ARE YOU TORTURING YOURSELF?!" and "WHY ARE YOU THIS OUT OF SHAPE?!") or to motivate myself and focus on the beat of a song instead of my feet on the pavement.
i ended up at your friendly neighborhood elementary school playground and went around the track a few times. i made myself do 45 minutes straight of movement. whatever it took - jogging, walking, dancing, whatever. i ended up jogging all the way back (which was 95% downhill....which i walked the whole way up) and by the time i got back home i couldn't talk or breathe. i drank about a half a bottle of water in 30 seconds flat.
i rewarded myself with carbs and ice cream today. or did i undo everything i accomplished yesterday?
i'd like to think it was a reward.....but i'm an optimist.
i mean really exercise, not just a walk at lunch or taking the stairs. i can't remember the last time i really sweated due to sustained vigorous movement....which is sad.
so i decided to go on a "jog". i put jog in quotation marks because after 60 seconds and two blocks later, i was gasping for breath and my side felt like it was going to explode.
there are a few reasons i hate running. jogging for that matter too.
actually, there are a million reasons i hate them, but for your sake i will spare you.
first off; i look like an idiot when i run. i look like what a seal would look like if it had legs and were mobile. i'm so self conscious about the way i run that i sometimes forget to pay attention to my surroundings which has proved to be disastrous....(let's not forget falling off the treadmill at the gym in '06 in the dark ages while using a CD player....not pretty.)
secondly; i have absolutely ZERO endurance. none. i would rather sprint 100 meters than run a mile anyday. i just feel like it's so monotonous and boring. and painful. i am definitely feeling the after effects today.
i realized i would have much rather been doing some form of exercise that i could stand. like dancing. or shooting hoops. or ANYTHING ELSE.
one absolute must when i exercise is music. i don't know whether it's to drown out my pathetic gasps of breath, to silence my self-loathing (ie. "WHY ARE YOU TORTURING YOURSELF?!" and "WHY ARE YOU THIS OUT OF SHAPE?!") or to motivate myself and focus on the beat of a song instead of my feet on the pavement.
i ended up at your friendly neighborhood elementary school playground and went around the track a few times. i made myself do 45 minutes straight of movement. whatever it took - jogging, walking, dancing, whatever. i ended up jogging all the way back (which was 95% downhill....which i walked the whole way up) and by the time i got back home i couldn't talk or breathe. i drank about a half a bottle of water in 30 seconds flat.
i rewarded myself with carbs and ice cream today. or did i undo everything i accomplished yesterday?
i'd like to think it was a reward.....but i'm an optimist.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
you say it's your birthday....
[we're gonna have a good time].
friday was my 19th birthday! i celebrated by going to seattle with my best friend, carly. she had never seen spu, so i showed it to her which was fun. i also did my version of 'le grande tour of seattle' which included: kerry park, the fremont troll, and gas works park. along the way we ate at macaroni grill (my FAVORITE restaurant) with my sweet dear friend sefanit, who lived on 1W with me last year. we also got gelato at royal grinders in fremont (go!) and went to slave to the needle in ballard to get my nose pierced. i finally got the guts to get it done, and i did it! it wasn't as painful as anticipated, which was good.
i was so happy to show my best friend of 6 years where i spent the last 10 months of my life and how much i love seattle. next on the list is where her college is; bellingham! minus the weather, it was one of my favorite birthdays thus far.
highlights of the excursion: getting a BOMB parking spot at both macaroni grill & royal grinders; only getting lost ONCE in seattle; and getting free cake. who doesn't love free cake?!
enjoy my day in this lovely picture montage below :
Thursday, July 14, 2011
i take it back...
ok, remember when i said that i loved having my birthday in the summer?
this year, i really don't.
for one; the weather is AWFUL and makes me want to cry. today is 63 degrees and raining. you have got to be kidding me. the weather is just making me depressed. if i looked out the window and didn't know what month it was, i would probably think it was march. november, maybe. all i'm asking for is a little sun. and no rain. is that too much in the middle of july??!
secondly; everyone is busy. i invited 6 girls to hang out in seattle to eat, shop, etc; and only one of them can go for sure, possibly two. maybe a week in advance isn't enough time, but still. it sucks that people are busy. but what can you do....
wah...woe is meeeee.
sorry for the venting.
but really, i am thankful that i have been pretty healthy my 19 years of life so far. and i have wonderful people in my life. so i do have a lot to be thankful for.
it's just hard to see it in this current moment :(
this year, i really don't.
for one; the weather is AWFUL and makes me want to cry. today is 63 degrees and raining. you have got to be kidding me. the weather is just making me depressed. if i looked out the window and didn't know what month it was, i would probably think it was march. november, maybe. all i'm asking for is a little sun. and no rain. is that too much in the middle of july??!
secondly; everyone is busy. i invited 6 girls to hang out in seattle to eat, shop, etc; and only one of them can go for sure, possibly two. maybe a week in advance isn't enough time, but still. it sucks that people are busy. but what can you do....
wah...woe is meeeee.
sorry for the venting.
but really, i am thankful that i have been pretty healthy my 19 years of life so far. and i have wonderful people in my life. so i do have a lot to be thankful for.
it's just hard to see it in this current moment :(
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
in my humble opinion....
if you aren't my father, uncle, grandfather, or anyone related to me, i do not appreciate your winking.
winking is creepy, and uncalled for.
it makes you look like a weirdo, and makes me feel incredibly awkward.
i'm just sayin.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
fears.
we all have fears, right?
some of us are scared of spiders, snakes, heights, small spaces.....i'm sure it goes on and on.
we all have different fears - which make us unique. to one person, a certain fear can be nothing at all whereas to someone else it's absolutely terrifying.
i was cleaning out some of my papers the other day (i save EVERYTHING.....my pack-rat habits are coming to light! i have stuff from 7th grade....that is crazy.) anyway; i came across a list of my top three fears (it was written on the back of some cheesy poem i had written for some supposed "cutie" in 9th grade....yikes.) i realized that these fears haven't really changed. sure, i have other fears, but the top three are pretty much unchanged.
my top three fears are:
1. failure
2. becoming morbidly obese
3. birds.
now, i realize the second one is a little vain....and the third one i'm sure seems ridiculous to most. but that's what i'm scared of, and i can't really change it.
i have a feeling a lot of people have the same first fear that i do. nobody wants to fail.
this is the definition of failure :
failure |ˈfālyər|noun1 lack of success : an economic policy that is doomed to failure | the failures of his policies.• an unsuccessful person, enterprise, or thing : bad weather had resulted in crop failures.• lack of success in passing an examination or test : exam failure.• a grade that is not high enough to pass an examination or test.2 the omission of expected or required action : their failure to comply with the basic rules.• a lack or deficiency of a desirable quality : a failure of imagination.3 the action or state of not functioning : symptoms of heart failure | an engine failure.• a sudden cessation of power.• the collapse of a business.
those all sound pretty dismal.
no-one is excited when they get a D or an F on a test. but i'm not just talking about school. nobody wants to fail or disappoint their family. or their friends. nobody wants to fail in their job. nobody wants to end the day saying "i failed. i wasn't successful." i think if anything, success is one of the most sought-after feelings in life. people want to flourish. not just merely get by, but be successful.
and i would definitively categorize myself in the aforementioned. i sure as heck do not want to fail. i want my parents and family to be proud of me. i want to have a career i'm excited about. failure is simply not an option. blah blah blah. the thing about being human is that YOU ARE GOING TO FAIL. try as you might to prevent it from happening, it's going to happen anyway. you have to fail to succeed. and i realize that. i guess what my fear of failure means is at the end of the day being truly unhappy. that's where i see failure in it's rawest form.
even if i don't land my dream job, get perfect grades, or even have a boyfriend, i don't see that as a failure. if i am unhappy about it, i mean truly unhappy, then that is where my problem is. just because one person's standards may include that, doesn't mean that's what my standard of happiness and successfulness should be. life is what you make of it, right?
moving on...becoming morbidly obese. maybe i've watched too many shows ("I Weigh Half a Ton", "Extreme Makeover: Weight Loss Edition", etc.) and even though i tell myself i will never let myself become like that, i don't know what's going to happen. the people on these shows definitely did not plan on BECOMING a morbidly obese person, it just happened over time as a result of poor eating choices, lack of exercise, and more often than not a personal tragedy in which food becomes a comfort, or used as a tool to numb the pain. i'm a comfort-eater, i'm not going to lie....what if i can't control it one day? what if i end up being 400+ lbs? i don't even want to be overweight....let alone obese. it's just one of those things i can't really explain....i just feel like i couldn't live with myself. and i would be truly unhappy. going back to my fear of failure. that is definitely failure in my eyes.
and lastly, birds. anyone that knows me knows i absolutely hate, despise, and LOATHE the existence of these awful creatures. i know that God made everything in his image, and everything is beautiful in His eyes....but i don't see it the same way. birds are like flying cats, or rats, or both. they are stupid. they don't serve any purpose. they poop on your car. one of the worse ways to die in my opinion would be by birds. i will NEVER watch that "attack of the birds" or whatever it's called by alfred hitchcock. it's not a fictional story. that could actually happen. ugh, they gross me out just thinking about them! once again, i can't really explain this somewhat irrational fear....if i could, i probably wouldn't have a fear of them.
those are just a few of my fears.
what are your fears?
some of us are scared of spiders, snakes, heights, small spaces.....i'm sure it goes on and on.
we all have different fears - which make us unique. to one person, a certain fear can be nothing at all whereas to someone else it's absolutely terrifying.
i was cleaning out some of my papers the other day (i save EVERYTHING.....my pack-rat habits are coming to light! i have stuff from 7th grade....that is crazy.) anyway; i came across a list of my top three fears (it was written on the back of some cheesy poem i had written for some supposed "cutie" in 9th grade....yikes.) i realized that these fears haven't really changed. sure, i have other fears, but the top three are pretty much unchanged.
my top three fears are:
1. failure
2. becoming morbidly obese
3. birds.
now, i realize the second one is a little vain....and the third one i'm sure seems ridiculous to most. but that's what i'm scared of, and i can't really change it.
i have a feeling a lot of people have the same first fear that i do. nobody wants to fail.
this is the definition of failure :
failure |ˈfālyər|noun1 lack of success : an economic policy that is doomed to failure | the failures of his policies.• an unsuccessful person, enterprise, or thing : bad weather had resulted in crop failures.• lack of success in passing an examination or test : exam failure.• a grade that is not high enough to pass an examination or test.2 the omission of expected or required action : their failure to comply with the basic rules.• a lack or deficiency of a desirable quality : a failure of imagination.3 the action or state of not functioning : symptoms of heart failure | an engine failure.• a sudden cessation of power.• the collapse of a business.
those all sound pretty dismal.
no-one is excited when they get a D or an F on a test. but i'm not just talking about school. nobody wants to fail or disappoint their family. or their friends. nobody wants to fail in their job. nobody wants to end the day saying "i failed. i wasn't successful." i think if anything, success is one of the most sought-after feelings in life. people want to flourish. not just merely get by, but be successful.
and i would definitively categorize myself in the aforementioned. i sure as heck do not want to fail. i want my parents and family to be proud of me. i want to have a career i'm excited about. failure is simply not an option. blah blah blah. the thing about being human is that YOU ARE GOING TO FAIL. try as you might to prevent it from happening, it's going to happen anyway. you have to fail to succeed. and i realize that. i guess what my fear of failure means is at the end of the day being truly unhappy. that's where i see failure in it's rawest form.
even if i don't land my dream job, get perfect grades, or even have a boyfriend, i don't see that as a failure. if i am unhappy about it, i mean truly unhappy, then that is where my problem is. just because one person's standards may include that, doesn't mean that's what my standard of happiness and successfulness should be. life is what you make of it, right?
moving on...becoming morbidly obese. maybe i've watched too many shows ("I Weigh Half a Ton", "Extreme Makeover: Weight Loss Edition", etc.) and even though i tell myself i will never let myself become like that, i don't know what's going to happen. the people on these shows definitely did not plan on BECOMING a morbidly obese person, it just happened over time as a result of poor eating choices, lack of exercise, and more often than not a personal tragedy in which food becomes a comfort, or used as a tool to numb the pain. i'm a comfort-eater, i'm not going to lie....what if i can't control it one day? what if i end up being 400+ lbs? i don't even want to be overweight....let alone obese. it's just one of those things i can't really explain....i just feel like i couldn't live with myself. and i would be truly unhappy. going back to my fear of failure. that is definitely failure in my eyes.
and lastly, birds. anyone that knows me knows i absolutely hate, despise, and LOATHE the existence of these awful creatures. i know that God made everything in his image, and everything is beautiful in His eyes....but i don't see it the same way. birds are like flying cats, or rats, or both. they are stupid. they don't serve any purpose. they poop on your car. one of the worse ways to die in my opinion would be by birds. i will NEVER watch that "attack of the birds" or whatever it's called by alfred hitchcock. it's not a fictional story. that could actually happen. ugh, they gross me out just thinking about them! once again, i can't really explain this somewhat irrational fear....if i could, i probably wouldn't have a fear of them.
those are just a few of my fears.
what are your fears?
Saturday, July 9, 2011
nineteen candles.
in 6 days, i will be 19 years old.
this has snuck up on me so fast, i feel like summer just started. to be honest, i'm not as excited about this birthday as i thought i would be. sure, it's another year older, closer to being a full-fledged adult, but for some reason, 19 just seems like another number.
maybe the fact that i have been working like crazy makes me feel like there's no light at the end of the tunnel. but there is. i don't have to work on my birthday. that's a plus. i just don't have any plans for said day. hm....maybe i'll just go shopping.
if i could do ANYTHING i wanted for my birthday, i would be with all of my 1W girls celebrating. but since we're scattered over a few states, that probably isn't very plausible. i mean, not to say i don't have friends at home.....i just don't have as many at home as i do at school. which is fine, i guess. plus i'm sure some of my friends here will be gone or busy. that's the bummer with summer birthdays. yet i wouldn't want my birthday at any other time of the year. summer is my favorite season of the year. i can't imagine being cold on my birthday. i might have to rethink having a summer wedding....i kind of like having it to myself.
my how things have changed haha.
let me know if you have any sweet suggestions for my 19th! :)
this has snuck up on me so fast, i feel like summer just started. to be honest, i'm not as excited about this birthday as i thought i would be. sure, it's another year older, closer to being a full-fledged adult, but for some reason, 19 just seems like another number.
maybe the fact that i have been working like crazy makes me feel like there's no light at the end of the tunnel. but there is. i don't have to work on my birthday. that's a plus. i just don't have any plans for said day. hm....maybe i'll just go shopping.
if i could do ANYTHING i wanted for my birthday, i would be with all of my 1W girls celebrating. but since we're scattered over a few states, that probably isn't very plausible. i mean, not to say i don't have friends at home.....i just don't have as many at home as i do at school. which is fine, i guess. plus i'm sure some of my friends here will be gone or busy. that's the bummer with summer birthdays. yet i wouldn't want my birthday at any other time of the year. summer is my favorite season of the year. i can't imagine being cold on my birthday. i might have to rethink having a summer wedding....i kind of like having it to myself.
this is a picture of me last year on my 18th birthday:
this was on the top of a ferris wheel at lakefair (olympia's version of seattle's "seafair"....ie. LAME)
my how things have changed haha.
let me know if you have any sweet suggestions for my 19th! :)
Thursday, July 7, 2011
[W is for weather wimp]
guys, i have a confession.
ok, maybe not a confession, more like a fact. the fact being that i am a weather wimp.
yesterday it couldn't have been 90 degrees, and i was DYING. it was most likely around 80-85 degrees. granted, the building i work in does not have air conditioning and i work on the second floor so the heat rises. but....i do not enjoy sweating when i'm not doing vigorous activity. i was sitting. and sweating. disgusting. humidity is not my friend.
i could never ever ever live in a place like arizona or texas or florida where the summers are nearly unbearable. unless i lived in an air conditioning plastic bubble that i had everywhere i went. and i'm pretty sure those haven't been invented yet.
the sergeants at my work were telling us stories about how summers in iraq and afghanistan are awful. most days were 120+ degrees, even in the shade. that is unbelievable. and to be there for long periods at a time? wow.
i would rather be cold any day. because when you're cold, you can put on more layers, drink warm drinks, etc.
when you're hot, there's only so much clothing you can take off, cold drinks only last temporarily, and fans only cool you off when you're right in front of them
don't get me wrong, i love vacationing in hot spots, (ie. hawaii) but only for a week or two. i honestly don't think i could get used to it everyday. i love the sun. i love laying out. i just need a body of cold water to immerse my body in afterwards.
to make a long story short : i don't like heat. or humidity.
ok, maybe not a confession, more like a fact. the fact being that i am a weather wimp.
yesterday it couldn't have been 90 degrees, and i was DYING. it was most likely around 80-85 degrees. granted, the building i work in does not have air conditioning and i work on the second floor so the heat rises. but....i do not enjoy sweating when i'm not doing vigorous activity. i was sitting. and sweating. disgusting. humidity is not my friend.
i could never ever ever live in a place like arizona or texas or florida where the summers are nearly unbearable. unless i lived in an air conditioning plastic bubble that i had everywhere i went. and i'm pretty sure those haven't been invented yet.
the sergeants at my work were telling us stories about how summers in iraq and afghanistan are awful. most days were 120+ degrees, even in the shade. that is unbelievable. and to be there for long periods at a time? wow.
i would rather be cold any day. because when you're cold, you can put on more layers, drink warm drinks, etc.
when you're hot, there's only so much clothing you can take off, cold drinks only last temporarily, and fans only cool you off when you're right in front of them
don't get me wrong, i love vacationing in hot spots, (ie. hawaii) but only for a week or two. i honestly don't think i could get used to it everyday. i love the sun. i love laying out. i just need a body of cold water to immerse my body in afterwards.
to make a long story short : i don't like heat. or humidity.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
happy day of birth!
HAPPY 4TH BIRTHDAY PEARSON!
I can't believe you're 4 already.....that means I am getting old! I love that we are only 15 years apart and that there's only 9 days between our birthdays. You are so sassy and hilarious and I love it. I love you even if you don't always want to pose for a picture....(see below.) I can't wait to watch you grow up even more!
love, your favorite aunt ;)
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
my life in pictures...at least a few of them.
here are a few pictures of the past few days; if i had to sum it up in a few words: family, fun, food, scenery, freedom, and relaxation.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
no boredom here.
it is 8:20am on a SATURDAY morning and i am at work. (the ONLY person here, i might add) what a drag, right?
not when you have an internet connection. since the work i do is very specific; once you're done with a given task, you have time to kill until the next task comes around. and what do i do to kill that time?
look below and you will understand.
[and yes i realize i have too much time on my hands.]
if you love impressions, go HERE (frank caliendo) or HERE (nail salon)
MAD TV: "can i have yo numba" HERE
if you want some classic SNL chris farley, live in a van down by the river HERE
if you like tumblr or having your own personal pinboard, go HERE to pinterest
if you want to feel better about your life, go HERE to lamebook
if you want some good online shopping, go HERE to go-jane or HERE to forever 21
if you really really really need to kill some time, go HERE to stumbleupon.....(i procrastinated my homework SO badly with this at school)
i'm sure there are tons more; but those are my favorites.
tell me what you think!
not when you have an internet connection. since the work i do is very specific; once you're done with a given task, you have time to kill until the next task comes around. and what do i do to kill that time?
look below and you will understand.
[and yes i realize i have too much time on my hands.]
if you love impressions, go HERE (frank caliendo) or HERE (nail salon)
MAD TV: "can i have yo numba" HERE
if you want some classic SNL chris farley, live in a van down by the river HERE
if you like tumblr or having your own personal pinboard, go HERE to pinterest
if you want to feel better about your life, go HERE to lamebook
if you want some good online shopping, go HERE to go-jane or HERE to forever 21
if you really really really need to kill some time, go HERE to stumbleupon.....(i procrastinated my homework SO badly with this at school)
i'm sure there are tons more; but those are my favorites.
tell me what you think!
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