Wednesday, March 29, 2017

I swear I am a strong, independent woman

Tonight Keith left for his 3.5 week long trip to China. He's been wanting to go on this trip for several years but then things got in the way (like proposing and getting married and going on a honeymoon), so he's going now. Up until last night I was doing pretty okay with the thought of him being gone for so long. We've been apart before, so this will be fine. I can do it! I can clean the house! And read books! And exercise! And watch Netflix!

But this is almost a full month apart, and it's almost a full month of having limited communication, and when we said goodbye at the airport my "strong and independent woman" facade vanished and I started bawling right by the check in kiosks. We hugged, we kissed, I started to walk away, and then I was like "NOPE" and walked back to him to say goodbye for the second time. Then I repeated this a third time. And I cried, then laughed that I was crying, then cried some more. And then I really walked away. I even did that thing like in movies where you turn and look at each other at just the right moment as you're both walking away... only I couldn't find him at first and I kind of panicked but then OH there he was. And then I tripped walking up the stairs to get in my car.

And then I listened to Ed Sheeran (the best CD ever) all the way home and sang along and also just stared and thought really deep and emotional things. It was kind of just a really emotional and not super great night.

I'm really worried about him over there. I'm worried about the flights, about some of the places they're going, about him getting hurt in some really random way. I'm just worried. And I know worry is useless but I can't help it. Does anybody actually know how not to worry?

So, that's that. In the next 24 days I may have cleaned off our deck. I may have sorted my closet into winter and summer. I may have vacuumed and mopped the floors. I may have bought a dresser for me. I may have thrown things away.  OR I may have just eaten bags of Hershey's chocolate eggs and watched a ton of One Tree Hill.

Was this as fun for you as it was for me? Help. Keep me from my sadness.

Monday, March 27, 2017


Tomorrow Keith is going to China for three and a half weeks. He's been wanting to go on this trip for years but I was too big of a catch and instead of China he decided to propose to me and then marry me. We haven't been apart for this long since we first started dating and I'm not looking forward to it. We aren't the type of couple who can't stand to be apart, but I'm nervous about not not being able to text him and make sure he's alive whenever I want. I'll also ave to kill all the spiders by myself while he's gone.

Honeymoon picture at the Temple of Artemis in Turkey - one of the remaining 7 wonders of the ancient world.
I finished Sons of Anarchy and now I'm making my way through One Tree Hill. THIS IS THE MOST DRAMATIC SHOW EVER. And also all the episodes make me just go, "WHAT?" Where are the parents? How can Nathan emancipate himself at 16 and then live by himself in an apartment and have painters but also have no income? His parents don't have to give him money, right? They could have just said that they'd cut him off if he emancipated. I don't get it. So unrealistic. I guess I'll stick to my real shows like Grey's Anatomy and The Walking Dead.

Lauren and I spent last Saturday on the Warner Bros studio tour and it was SO. MUCH. FUN. We got to see where Gilmore Girls, Pretty Little Liars, and Friends were filmed (along with like 47 billion other shows), we got sorted into Hogwarts houses (I was surprised by where I was sorted!), we fake drank coffee at Central Perk, AND I got to ride Batman's motorcycle - a dream come true! I'm planning to do a big post on that trip but I need to spend a good chunk of time organizing photos before I can post it so SORRY but you have to just wait.

My cat is a jerk. He thinks it's fun to start meowing and crawling all over me at 5:30am and he usually keeps it up for at least 45 minutes until he either tires himself out or I lock him out of the bedroom. It's real fun. I love it.

I've been super into smoothie making lately. I have another post about this coming soon!

What's new with you? Do you still even read blogs? Are they a dying art? How do I get my cat to stop being a jerk?

Sunday, March 19, 2017

A poem about spiders

The weather is getting warmer and the spiders are becoming more and more daring and showing up on the walls and ceilings of my house, and it's ruining my life. In the last week I've found 5 spiders ... and one of them was IN MY BED. I was pulling back the covers right before going to sleep and a giant jerk spider crawled out from in my blankets and I almost burned the entire house down right then and there. Since I've been finding these stupid eight-legged monsters all over the place, I've been thinking more and more about where I really don't ever want to find a spider. So, I wrote down all the places I don't want to find them. And to make it more fun, I made it into a stupid rhyme.

(I hope you don't have arachnophobia.)

Do you like eight legged spiders?

I do not like eight legged spiders.

I do not like them in my bed.

I do not like them on my head.

I do not like them in my shoe.

I do not like them in the loo.

I do not like them in the bath.

I do not like them in my path.

I do not like them in my sink.

I do not like them in my drink.

I do not like them on the stair.

I do not like them in my hair.

I do not like them ANYWHERE.

(This may have been the dumbest thing I have ever posted. And I can't even blame it on wine.)

Monday, March 13, 2017

5 things I still do the old fashioned way -- and why

1. I write checks.. I write checks for most bills I pay and I love it! I remember being young and always wanting a checking account and begging my dad to let me fill out the check at the grocery store. When I got my first job at 15 I was finally allowed to get a checking account and I was certain that I had made it. That the ability to write checks instantly made me cool, mature, and date-able. Spoiler: it was none of those things. It was especially NOT cool when my dad (who had access to my account because remember I was only FIFTEEN) told me I should probably stop writing stuff like "Crap" in the memo line. But anyway. I still use checks and I love them and I hope they never go away. (Stupid E-pay.)

2. I pay bills by mail. I have some bills come out of my bank account automatically (Netflix, car insurance) but most of them I'll actually mail in using the USPS and A STAMP. Do you remember what stamps are? They're sticky and $.49 but I would rather spend $.49 to mail a bill than to have to remember yet ANOTHER log in password to be able to pay online. Just no. I don't want to do that. Plus I still have lots of stamps left over from that wedding I had.

3.I only listen to CDs in the car. The only iPod I've ever owned was a shuffle that my aunt gave me almost 10 years ago, and while it still works, I haven't added any songs onto it in 5+ years and plus I like to be able to know exactly what song I'm going to listen to. So, I buy CDs. And I'm not apologizing for it. And yes, I have thought about condensing everything to my phone so I can just have everything there, but I need a way bigger storage plan for that. So for now just expect to see me driving down the road bustin a move to Ed Sheeran on CD.

4. I don't use a Keurig (at home). I really feel like the little pods are WAY more expensive than a giant tub of coffee, and something about an actual coffee pot is super nostalgic to me and I don't want to get rid of that feeling. We have a Keurig at work, so I use one there, but at home I'm Team No Keurig.

5. Use a pen and paper instead of the notes app on my phone. I like actually writing things down. Plus, I make too many typos on my phone and if I'm typing while I'm lying down I tend to drop it on my face. It's also easier to go back and read if I have something tangible and I can read and turn a page and read and turn. Just something I like.

Sunday, March 5, 2017

A strong and beautiful friendship

I started college in 2006 (has it really been over ten years?????). While there I had a lot of friends who came and went. I always imagined that my freshman roommates and I would be lifelong friends, but that wasn't the case. However, during my freshman year I became friends with a girl named Morgan who lived one floor below me and across a corner, so we could see into each others dorms if we wanted to. Morgan's roommate was Lisa, and it wasn't until sophomore year that my then-roommate Rachelle told me she had a friend who sold Mary Kay and was I interested in looking at some?

MAKEUP? PERFUME? HELL YES SIGN ME RIGHT UP PLEASE. The consultant turned out to be a childhood friend of Rachelle's and Morgan's freshman roommate: Lisa. She sold me at least two perfumes that night (there's a 48% chance I still have both of the bottles) and sold me on her as a human being: she was hilarious and obviously a good friend.

Fast forward to 2009, Lisa, Morgan, and another girl all lived together in Downtown Fullerton (commonly referred to as DTF). This was when Keith and I were dating the first time. I turned 21 in that Fullerton apartment, and Lisa bought me a long island iced tea which I tried to pretend that I liked but really it was just not good. Then we asked our waitress if we could maybe have a to go cup for our alcohol since we just lived in that apartment right over there? Shockingly, the waitress said hell no.

During senior year I lived with some other friends, and then halfway through senior year I moved in with another friend's mom. While I lived with the mom, Keith and I broke up. Lisa, Cortney and I moved in together in Brea 5 months later, right after college, on a Saturday where I was so hungover that my nose was bleeding.

Lisa and Cortney saw me at my absolute and very worst. I used to write very sad and depressing poems and I would drink champagne and make them read them. They were there while I drunk dialed Keith. They were there when I switched from selling wedding dresses to becoming a nanny, and then when I decided it was time to move back to San Luis Obispo.

We were in Cortney's wedding, then we were in Lisa's wedding, and then we were in my wedding.

We visited each other during those years after I moved away in 2012. I went back to Brea, they came to San Luis Obispo, and through all of the years and the miles, we remained close, and I will forever be grateful for that. I have had many friends which I thought were going to be lifelong friendships, and then something happens and all of a sudden that friendship which seemed to be so strong has just disappeared and you can't even pinpoint what happened so you can't really try to fix it.

This friendship is not like that. This weekend, Lisa and Cortney drove up to Lake Arrowhead to spend some time together. We went to Strawberry Peak (which is where Keith proposed to me and also where he told me he loved me for the second first time)


We also went to Hortencia's at the Cliffhanger, where you basically get to look out over all of San Bernardino County (which I believe is the largest county in California). It's beautiful, the food is wonderful, the drinks are strong, and the views are amazing.

We were able to catch up on so many things. Lisa's newest nephew Luke, Cortney's new house, my niece who is with Jesus. We caught up on our lives, on our husbands lives, on our friends lives, on The Bachelor, etc etc. It was such a beautiful time together.

The rest of the night we stayed at Keith's parents cabin (it happened to be vacant that weekend and we were given permission to use it and I will never be more thankful!), drank wine, at cupcakes, and talked until nearly midnight. In a lot of ways it felt the same as when we all lived together in that little Brea apartment. Still talking about our jobs and boys, still talking about the future, still laughing about how ridiculous the Kardashians are. But this time was sort of different. Our talks of the future were more meaningful and everything seemed to have more depth.

When you have friends who have seen you at your best and seen you at your worst and still stick by your side, those are the friends to keep. Those are the friends who will always be there for you. Those are the friends you never take for granted. Those are the friends for which I am forever thankful and I just hope those two beautiful souls know that.

Friends come and go, it's true. But some just come and stay. They come and they claim a spot in your heart and they're going to be there no matter what. I don't deserve to have wonderful friends like Lisa and Cortney. Lord knows I am not a good enough friend to them. But I will continually thank the Lords for keeping them in my life and I will keep texting them random gifs and I will always invite them up to the mountain.

I love you ladies, I hope you know that.

(lol because they don't really read here.)

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Secret Married Behavior

When I was single I wrote a post called "Secret Single Behavior." It was written after I'd watched the episode of Sex and the City where Carrie just wants to eat saltines with grape jelly on them while standing at her sink, and while Charlotte just wants to spend an hour every night inspecting her pores. I was all proud of myself for telling the world what my secret single behavior was. Now that I'm married, I still have secret single behavior, but it's different.

It's different because I'm married. It's also different because it's not really a secret. But it's the same in that it is things that I like to do by myself with no interruptions from my husband. So, I present to you, my secret married behavior.

+Netflix and bathe. I love drawing a really hot bubble bath and watching Netflix while sipping on a glass of wine. Currently I'm working through Sons of Anarchy. Fun fact, a couple of weeks ago I ran out of hot water and I was FREEZING so I screamed for Keith and he finally called my cell and I asked him to heat some water in the teapot and bring it down for me. He huffed and puffed and he brought the tea down. And it didn't help like I thought I would so that was definitely an instance of "it's the thought that counts."

+Wal Mart and Target and Home Goods and World Market and ALL OF THE HOUSEWARES. On my days off I love to to look at housewares and think of how I'd like to improve my home. I usually come away feeling disappointed, inadequate, and hungry. This may not be a very healthy behavior.

+Scrubbing and washing and sweeping and purging. I like to take my days off when I'm alone and deep clean the kitchen, vacuum the carpets (and also brush them with a dog brush because that actually gets the fur out of the carpet AND it's a workout for me), mop the floors, do some laundry, and drink several glasses of wine in the process. It's therapeutic.

+Fill in my eyebrows. If there's one part of my makeup I basically always have to have done, it's my eyebrows. I just LOVE filling them in. It's kind of cathartic. I fill them in if I'm not going anywhere or if I'm going to sleep. I don't care. I just don't want to be caught with patchy eyebrows.

+Painting my nails. Sometimes I'll kill two birds with one stone and I'll paint my nails while I'm in the bathtub chilling with Netflix and wine. This is only if I'm feeling like overachieving, though.

+Taking naps. Did you know naps are scientifically proven to make you happier and more productive in your daily life? No, they aren't. That's made up. It could be true though, I guess.

+Buying impulse trips. I like to search the internet for good deals on flights right before I go to sleep, ad one night I actually booked a trip to Iceland, complete with a hotel. The trip began in 5 days. I canceled it. Since the Iceland debacle, I've looked at (not booked!) trips to Italy, New Zealand, Ireland, Spain, and New Zealand again, because I really want to go to Hobbiton.

What are your guilty pleasures?

Sorry this post didn't have any pictures.