O' Christmas Cruise, O' Christmas Cruise

Yes- the rumors are true. The stupid blizzard of 2009 hit the DC area JUSSSSST as I was starting to pack my bag for my flight to Florida, to hop on my cruise ship and snorkel, horseback ride, and play around on the beaches of the caribbean for christmas. Eh- it's the way it goes. I choose to be a "glass half full" kinda gal and thus I have decided to list all of the reasons why I am HAPPY that I was in the DC area for the Christmas holiday.. and the Kwanzaa holiday too- I don't discriminate.

1. If I hadn't stayed in the DC area, I wouldn't have been able to see the big riot/protest going on outside of the chinatown metro today. I THOUGHT as I was walking up the escalator that they were saying "SET GAGA FREE!" and I got really upset because I thought the fabulous (and slightly off her rocker) Ms. Lady GAGA had been arrested for some proposterous crime unrightfully so.. Turns out they were chanting "SET GAZA FREE!" I guess the gaza strip? I'm not sure. I'll google it tommorrow.

2. If I hadn't stayed in the DC area, I would have missed the snowball fight up on U street. Unfortunately, I wasn't present- but boy was it all over the news. A ton of kids up here decided to have a huge snowball fight in the middle of U street- why not right? There's 2 feet of snow on the ground- not like any SMART person would be trying to drive though it right?!?! WRONNNGGG.. an off duty police officer decided to drive through the snowball fight (in his red hummer, ha!) and got pissed when he got hit by some snowballs. He proceeded to pull out his gun and start waving it around like a lunatic. After he settled a bit, all the kids started chanting " You don't bring a gun to a snowball fight!!" Ha! I love it.

3. If I hadn't stayed in the DC area, I wouldn't have gotten to expereince another reason why I love where I live. The roomie and I placed a call to our local papa johns (RIGHT across the street) and trecked out in the knee deep snow to grab a slice and a coke. I love the little reminders of why I pay so much money to live where I live. While everyone else was stuck inside, I could WALK down the street and go shopping, go to the movies.. I love DC.

4. Last but not least, I'm sure if I had left DC, my cruise ship would've turned into the sequal of the Titanic and hit a whale or something and sunk. I haven't had much good luck lately, but hopefully that'll change in the new year!!

Hasta Lluego blognogs!

GOOOO NAVY!

This past weekend was probably one of my favorite weekend of the whole year. Every year I travel (to wherever they are playing, usually in Philly) to see the Army Navy game with my best friend Katie and her family! OF COURSE, we all root for Navy to win, as they should, and they haven't let me down yet! Thought I'd throw a few pictorals up on the ole bloggie blog so you can all see us shivering our navy and gold butts off! We are well known at the 'bumble bee' crew, and from the pictures I think you'll be able to see why! We all purchase one new thing each year for the games and last year we purchased the rock star-esk rugby shirts. They are fantastic because it is easy to lose people in the sea of navy/gold and black/gold that everyone sports for their team. There was lots of great food in our club level seats( they are a must in order to not freeze to death) including nachos, 12 dollar hot dogs and sodas bigger than your head... totally not on the diet, but SO worth it. You only live once, right!!?? We ate Philly cheesesteaks at Big Ricks (oddly enough Katies dads name minus the "big" part) shopped at Macy's, went to our favorite chocolate and coffee shop (called Naked Chocolate) and had dinner at a murder mystery dinner theater where a drunken woman named Terry stole the show! ..that's a story for a whole other postie though. Can't WAIT for next year!!

Get pumped.. get pumped up

Christmas is RIGHT around the corner, 8 whole days to be exact, but my festive fun starts earlier this year- as in Sunday! That's right mini micro munchkins mumbling about muffins, I'm going CRUISIN! Mi Madre y yo ( my momma and I) are going on a cruise-y susie this year- to the Caribbean!! We leave Sunday and go to Ft. Laurerdale, Bahamas, St. Thomas, St. Marteen (we're here actually on Christmas) and Grand Turks. Lined up on our shor excursions are a glass bottom boat tour, going to paradise point in St. Thomas, a cattamaran boat ride, and possibly riding horseback in the ocean! It's gonna be fantabulous! Hopefully Santa will still know where to find me- but he might have to lose his Santa suit for a pair of swim trunks! I'm sure the locals will lure him in with the fantastic "rum punch" I keep hearing about!

BON VOYAGE TO ME!!!

On a serious note

A friend of mine from high school and college, Joshua Himan, joined the marines and was deployed to Afghanistan. While on deployment, he was severly injured. His brother started a blog to update those interested on his progress and journey to recovery. Josh is possibly one of the niecst people you'll ever meet. He may have big muscles (and love to look at them, haha) and put on a tough face..but after 5 minutes with him his infectious smile comes out and you realize he's a big teddy bear.

http://joshhiman.blogspot.com

Above is the link to Josh's blog. He's an amazing guy and I would love it if anyone who sees this would keep him (and ALL of the soldiers) in their prayers. God Bless.

Be All That You Can Be..But Not an Toothless Mans Escort

Top O' the mornin to ya - Frequently over the years, I have had many friends tell me that things/situations happen to me that do not happen to anyone else they know (thus the reason for my blog). I always say "no way, I'm sure stuff like this happens to people all the time"..and then I'm proven wrong. Let the story begin.



One of my dearest friends is getting married (YAY!) in September and as one of her maids of honor I decided it would be a good idea to get my big ole' booty in shape for the upcoming nuptials. I started going to the gym in my building much more frequently and trying my very hardest to avoid those delicious little mini chocolate covered donuts in the grocery storewho haunt my dreams every night. While trying my hardest not to fall off of the treadmill one night- I was approached by a man (we will call him BOB so he doesn't stalk and kill me) whom I've seen training people in the gym before. Long story short- I told him I would pay him to train me. Fast forward a few weeks and I've now learned he's a bit sketchy- he tells me things like "eventually I'll just train you for free and you won't have to pay me anything" and constantly asks me if he can "trust me". Soooo the other night he calls me and basically says that he would like to train me for free if I will "get dolled up, go out with him and act the part". He says that I just need to look good so that other people will see how his services have worked. I officially get creeped out because he says I can't tell anyone about this "arrangement" not even my roommate. SKETCHYYYY. He now calls me at work, on my cell phone and I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to hire a body guard to protect me from my EX- personal trainer. GREAT.



So the lesson here kids is- not only can you prevent forest fires, you can also prevent wierdos trying to have you be their escort by avoiding my building while in gym clothes and do not talk to a big guy missing one of his front teeth.



Off to dye/cut my hair and change my name.



Adios, Blogurittos!

For my 2 friends (or 2 people that I know about) who actually read the crazy randomness that sometimes comes out of my mouth and onto this blog- lo siento for slacking off. I realize it's the lamest excuse in the book- but I've been really busy. I helped a friend move/drive 20+ hours from Louisana to NoVa, celebrated my moms 66 birthday by taking her to see "So You Think You Can Dance" in concert (she's so cute), met a lot of new people, celebrated lots of friends birthdays, went to VaTech for homecoming, organized a reunion with lots of my sorority sisters from college, cooked thanksgiving dinner, went to Va Beach to do some maid of honor duties for one of my very best friends, and planned a Christmas cruise with my mom to some tropical islands. On top of allll of this- hockey season has started again (God bless the CAPS). I realize that all this looks and sounds like fun- but it's been a challenging time in my life as well. I've learned a lot about myself in a lot of different ways and am trying to understand what it all means.

..Long story short.. I'm back beaches!!!!

Cleanup: Aisle 10

Ohhh Walmart- the place where all your dreams come true. In my book- way better than Disney World. There were many nights in college when I'd go to the local 24 hour Walmart (if you knew where I went to college you'd understand) and just browse for hours at all of the STUFF you could get. Walmart has got it all!! Unfortuantely, though, I never had the pleasure of running into any of these fine people- although lord knows I did run into a few unique personalities of my own.

http://www.peopleofwalmart.com/index.php

Rock on Walmart, rock on.

Crazy Craigslist Charcters

Ohhhh Craigslist.. where to begin?!! Actually, all things considered, I am a big fan of CL ( thats the abbreviation all the cool kids use). It has turned out to be a great place to find housing, lost and found, buy new pets, find new jobs, or a new "relationship". Side note- never have, never will venture into the personals on CL.. bad idea. There are also a lot of wacky postings for which I find myself wondering- "Who in the world would post an ad to give away 9 jars of peanut butter that has been expired since 1994?!?" or "Why would anyone want to buy ONE enclopedia (letter H) .....???" In some ways it's great, in other ways it's just an outlet for people who have nothing better to do-to have something to do. Secretly, I think it would be super fun to go one day and fill up someone's entire front lawn with couches from craigslist.. there are SOOO many on there that are free! Can you imagine opening your front door and finding that you can't see your grass anymore.. just couches!??! Man.. one of these days I'll do it. Watch out friends.

Anywhoooo, I came across this website with ad's from CL, and it brightened my day with a few chuckles.. hopefully it'll do the same for Y-O-U.

http://www.dontevenreply.com/

toodles, bloggifers.

What Not to Wear

There are certain styles, fashions, fads, fabrics, etc. that people should just not wear... ever. I once heard somewhere from someone someplace that DC was rated the #1 worst dressed city in the country. I have absolutely no doubt in my mind that this could be true. Some people blame on the commute.. that DC is so career driven that people feel they are giving up looking "fashionable" in order to be comfortable- so that they can focus on their jobs. This is a bad excuse in my book. Although I admit that I have been known to rock some tennis shoes while doing my morning commute.. these tennis shoes are NOT from 1984, NOT high tops, NOT stark white with scrunchie socks like I can't decide whether I work for the government or at hooters, and definitely NOT overtop of pantyhose.I enjoy fashion, can be trendy at times, and of course like to feel that I look good.. but some people take this to a very big extreme.. or completely ignore fashion all together. A happy medium- that's all I'm lookin for. In order to prove my point.. I decided to take inventory of some of the outfits that I see people wearing in and around the city.. that just need to be burned. This also includes trendy trends.. that are just stupid and I am convinced there are designers that get together, sip their starbucks and think.. "what trend should we start that will make people look as ridiculous as possible.. just because we can". I would have taken pictures for your viewing pleasure.. however.. I thought I might get shot.. and I'd like to stay alive, at least until after the next vampire movie (New Moon) comes out.

1. Crushed velvet. This makes me cringe.

2. As previously stated, wearing high top tennis shoes with scrunchy socks overtop of your panty hose walking to work.

3. Short sleeved mens dress shirts.. you just look like someone out of "Office Space" and you look dorky. If you're afraid of getting hot.. wear a long sleeve dress shirt and roll the sleeves. please.

4. Bug sunglasses. This can be a tricky one.. there is a difference between "big" and "bug". If you can't decide if you've crossed the line.. ask a fashionable friend.

5. Peep toed ankle boots. Again.. cringe.

6. neon colored jeans.. unless your legs look like gisele's.. and your walking on a run way.. you look like you stretched your hiney into your jeans from when you were 8.

7. Huge hoop earings with your name written in crusive inside of them. If you are so forgettable to people that you feel that they need to be able to look at your ears to remember your name.. you have bigger problems.

8. Super skinny tight jeans on boys. This is just not.cute. It's even worse when they try to sag these jeans.. makes absolutely no sense at all. (side note- I've never really understood how guys can sag their jeans so much.. Do they have sticky tape on the insides and stick their jeans to their legs so they don't fall all the way down to their ankles?? There much be some trick to it, because in all my years, I have never seen anyone's pants fall completely off of their body while walking.. and I've seen a lot of sagging. Let's not forget- I grew up in Woodbridge.)

9. MC Hammer pants- I've recently seen some celebrities wearing these pants out. I'm convinced those coffee sipping designers had a hand in this. Really!??! you look like you're wearing a diaper.. or that you should be wearing one because you've already messed yourself. Ew.

10. Umm I can't think of a number 10 a the moment.. but it's only 10:00 AM.. I'm sure I can find another fashion disaster by lunch.

Stay tuned bloggifers :)

Bring on the burrito!

Happy National Chipotle Day!! No, unfortunately Chippy's doesnt recognize this holiday (and neither does my company, boo) but we are pushing for it! So go buy a burrito, hug a sexy mexi and rock out with your guac out!

Nom, nom, nom.. yummm

AWKWARRRRDDD

www.awkwardfamilyphotos.com

I have so many photos I could contribute to this website.. but we shall leave that for another day. :)

Thank Goodness It's Friday!

Just something to help you pass the time until 5pm :)

www.picktheperp.com

The Art of Flirting

Ladies and gentleman of the..internet. Spring has sprung. The birds are chirping, the sun is shining, the pollen is making me sneeze and people probably think I have swine flu. It's the time of year when backyard cookouts happen, I realize that I haven't been to the gym nearly as much as I should have, and people start finding "summer romance".

While getting myself geared up for the warm weather, I was talking to a friend who asked my why I was still single. Long story short, we ended up discussing how different "dating" has become in our generation. It's awful. Specifically though, we spent a lot of time discussing flirting and how there is a very fine line between being flirtatious and being insulting..teasing vs. being rude.

It's been my experience that many people (boys and girls) consider making fun of the opposite sex as flirting. Wronggg. Picking on someone's possible insecurities to get them to laugh, say "Stop it, hehe" and hit you in the arm.. is not the best way to flirt with someone.. So instead of joking on me for how big my butt is and thinking you are cute..I would much rather you say " I love your smile" (thank you invisalign!)

Not a sermon..just a thought.

C-A-P-S CAPS CAPS CAPS!!!!

It's playoff time boys and girls, and that only means that hockey gets better and better. Hockey hasn't always been the top sport in DC ( although now there is no question that it should be considering all the other teams stink) and even though there are MANY reasons that I love rockin the red, I figured I'd give my lovely girlfriends (who could kinda care less about the game until they actually went to one) a couple more reasons to love the caps. I give you (from bottom to top)- Mike Green, Jose Theodore, Boyd Gordon and last but not least (my future husband, hopefully)Mr. Brooks Laich. Enjoy :)

Vocabulary Word of the Day

Word: FESSIMISTIC




Pronunciation: FESS-A-MISTIC.



Definition: A sassy and genius mix between pesimistic and realistic describing a feeling normally associated with doucebag boys who refuse to act their age.




Use in a sentence: Sally, don't be so fessimistic, I'm sure Hector will call you tonight.



Explanation: If Sally is true to her fessimistic feelings, she won't be let down when Hector doesn't call.. because she didn't expect him to. What a jerkface.

Learn it, love it, use it.

Texting.. texting.. 1..2..3..

In today's day and age (I have no clue what that saying means, by the way) technology is EVERYWHERE. There's almost no way to escape it. Even Amish people are jealous and want to use it. I totally made that up, but I bet it's true. Especially with my generation, I feel like we have really been completely consumed with technology.I remember when the first computers were put in our classrooms in school, paging my boyfriend (of probably 3 days) "143" on his blue see through pager to tell him I loved him, watching Zack Morris getting his first cell phone and then getting my own, people going from plain cell phones, to flip phones, to fold out keyboard phones, to touch screen phones, blue tooths, blackberries, facebook, myspace, twitter, LinkedIn.. whew.. it goes on forever. There are about a billion and one ways to keep in touch with someone .. or stalk them. Last night I got a facebook message from a friend I saw over the weekend but hadnt seen in about 10 years. Hopefully he doesn't read this. His message was very nice, but at the end he asked me out....on facebook. Now call me old fashioned- but this is LAMMMMMEEE. I find it ironic how there are SO many ways to communicate with people now days, but yet someone who wants to go on a date with you (i.e enjoys talking to you/wants to get close to you), doesn't even pick up the phone to have a conversation with you (which is much more personal than a FB message or text). Ugh.

Signed,

Single in the City

What will they think of next?!?!

This is crazy.

http://www.metro.co.uk/news/article.html?The_bar_which_gets_you_tipsy_on_its_air&in_article_id=621570&in_page_id=34

Random Thought of the Day...

How does one become a street sweeper? And how many streets does a street sweeper have to sweep? Is there a certain number that they have to complete or are they on an hourly wage? and who invented street sweepers? And what if one day we run out of cool things to invent? I feel like I would be REALLY good at street sweeping. Do you think you can do it part time?

Hmmm..

Swaggggger like Jack Baueeer

Sooooo I'm walking to work today and after arriving at my building realize that during my 20 or so minute traveling time from my apartment walking to the metro, 2 stops on the metro and the 3 minute (if that) walk to my building, I have seen some really random/wierd things. Things that people probably don't encounter on a normal commute to work. As a result, I figured I'd pull a little 24 on ya'll-except my entire day (24 hours) isn't nearly as interesting as the first hour or so of my day...and definitely not as interesting as a day in the life of Jack Bauer.

1. The People- This weekend (Sunday to be exact) was Earth Day- except I think that they, the crazy hippies, have decided that we need an earth weeeeeek now, so there are tons of dreaded (not scary..I mean people with dreadlocks) hippies roaming the streets in addition to my normal street corner gang of homeless peeps. The thing that makes it so great, and one of the reasons I l-o-v-e DC, is that the two aforementioned groups of people are walking in big crowded groups with tons of business people in suits and heels, blabbing on their crackberries and chugging their starbucks. I love the comfort in knowing that in DC, if someone is staring at me- it's most likely because they LIKE what I look like, not that they think I look wierd or strange or out of place. You can't really be "out of place" in DC. There's a spot for everyone. ( que Qum Bae Ya music) :)







2. The Cherry blossoms- they aren't random or wierd, they are beautiful and I would just like to make everyone jealous that I live so close to them. so Ha suckerrrrrrrrs.







3. The Sprinters- There are a LOT of charity inspired races that happen in DC on any given year. I mean a LOT. Once the weather gets nice, it's pretty much a guarentee that every weekend you will be detoured through some part of the city due to a race. I think it's great, and although I may get irritated if I happen to be the person getting directed by some policeman that I have to take an alternate route, I love the whole "people helping people" thing. Secretly though, if you come to DC it's not hard to realize WHY there are so many races in the city... People are running EVERY where..all the time. In the case of my morning commute, most of the time I see them running to get on the metro. We are talking full out sprinting, like Phoebe from friends in that one episode where her and rachel go running in the park (love it). These people- dressed to the nines, holding briefcases with laptops and files, 3 cell phones on their hip, a coffee and a newspaper in their hands.. man they can truck it.. and with minimum spillage. It's impressive. So naturally, running empty handed outside in actual running clothes, with the bonus of raising money for a charity, would seem like a breeze to the washingtonians.







3. Last but certainly not least... the Pigeons- ohhhhh the pigeons. If you didn't know, the animals that live in DC are unlike any other. Yes, we have the DC zoo, but I'm not talking about those animals. Get this- we have BLACK SQUIRRELS. they.are.AWESOME! We also have little mice/rats in the metro but they aren't that much fun. And, of course, we have pigeons. Our pigeons aren't like regular birds though, they don't fly away from people- they aren't scared at all. In fact, I feel like they should have little pigeon tattoos or mini pigeon mohawks (preferably red ones) just so that tourists can realize that these pigeons aren't scared of ANYTHING- they are bad ass. I don't mind that they dont fly away from people, but I do wish they would get out of the way before I step on one of them. I also wish that they would take their " Public displays of affection" somewhere private. Seeing pigeon sex at 830 in the am.. not the best way to start the day.

Adios, bloggies.

My Top Ten

If Dave Letterman gets to have a Top Ten, why can't I?!? No no no my stalkers, this is not a top ten favorites.. but instead the top ten list of thing that annoy me to no end.. for no reason, or at least it might be a reason that makes no sense to anyone but me. Seeing as how I have encountered quite a few of my top ten pet peeves today, I figured I'd post them so that if by SOME SMALL chance, any of the people who have caused my pet peeves to occur today, or any day for that matter, see this.... they can stop. Immediately preferably. So here goes. Drumroll please.In no particular order..

1. People who wear fruit (i.e. strawberry's/cherries on their shoes or in their hair, tshirts with lemons on them) or cartoon characters (daffy duck, tweety bird) and are over the age of 12. I mean really?!?! Are you SO incredibly boring that you haven't liked ANYTHING else since age 12 that you would prefer to wear on your shirt??? A band? A restaurant?? Anything!?!?

2. Flames. No explanation needed my friends. Flames are like drugs, just..say...no.

3. Wolves (I really have nothing against wolves, it's just because for some reason I can't pronounce this word and it really irrates me). I also hate when people wear clothing with wolves on it. Just...stop it.

4. People who take pictures of themselves and post it all over the internet. Here's the deal.. if are not liked enough to have someone around you who wants to take a picture WITH you, or even of you by yourself if you are so snotty, then don't take one. You look stupid.

5. People walking in front of me. I feel like they are always farting and it is going to waft back all over me and my clothing, ewwww. This is a recent pet peeve of mine that I have developed since moving into the city. Let's not talk about it anymore..still gives me nightmares. Ughhhh. Moving on..

6. Talking about how drunk you got the night before. I especially hate this when a guy is hitting on me at a bar/restaurant/on the street/in a car/in a tree and talks about how wasted he got and how much he drank. Realllllll attractive. You're cool..not. So a word to the wise (or stupid in this case) if you decide to do this.. I will be giving you this..www.rejectionhotline.com ... when you ask for my number.

7. Sending an email and then calling the person you sent it to .2 seconds later and reitterating everything that is in the email. Grrrrrr

8. Words such as "peace", "bro", "late" (instead of later) if you are not from California. Also, you can't just BE from Cali and think it's ok to say this anywhere, it's like a foreign language.. you try to speak french when you go to Paris, don't speak like your in California if you are in North Carolina.

9. Abbreviating words to try to make yourself sound cool (i.c. Instead of Front Page, calling it "the page")

10. Chewing with your mouth open/talking with food in your mouth. It's just plain gross.. and rude... and I can't understand you. Unless you're choking on whatever it is that you are eating (and you probably started choking BECAUSE you were trying to talk with your mouth full)..shut your trapper.

So there you have it bloggies and blogettes. Until next time..

Peace :)

The Real American Idol

Yes, I admit it. I watch American Idol- although not as religiously as I used to. Please don't hold it against me.

I enjoy watching the crazy comments by Paula, hearing Randy say "dawg" 12 billion times, and Simon-well..being Simon. It's entertainment for all ages. From Paula's outfits and crazy clapping hands, to Simons chest hair and Ryans backhanded compliments to him, it's a great way to unwind at the end of the day and take my mind off all the craziness that surrounds me.

I can't help but think about though how sad it is that our society has become SO incredibly jaded on our definition of an idol.

I did not/ do not intend for this little bloggie to be a serious thingamajig, but if bloging is supposed to be about saying/writing what's on your mind, so be it. I think that the guy at the top of this post, Captain Richard Phillip, is a REAL American Idol. His ship gets hijacked by pirates (side note-who knew there were still pirates in the world..and why can't they all look like Johnny Depp) and Captain Phillip gives himself up as a hostage to the pirates and keeps his crew safe. What. A. Guy. Thankfully, he has been rescued from the pirates, after trying to escape on his own, and is safely on his way back to his family. We should all reevaluate how much time we put into learning about/reading about/modeling ourselves after our IDOLS.

..and I'll step off my soapbox now

Later bloggies.

Areeee Youuu READDYYYYYYY?!?!

Here we go, here we go, here we go now.

Check it. I've been bugged to start a blog so here goes. I find my life to be simple, rather uneventful and semi-normal (side-note I hate the word normal) but whatevess.. I aim to please.

So here begins my digital diary of sorts. It shall be filled with all of the daily non-sense, randomness and craziness that occurs to this 24 year old hockey loving, shoe addicted, cab driver obsessed, bootylicious city girl. (second side note- if you do not understand why each of these apply to me, you should probably stop reading, It'll just get more difficult to understand down the road.. or page in this case)

Today has been pretty normal. Passed by some of my favorite homeless guys on the way to work and wondered (as I do many a morning) A) why I wasn't smart enough to remember to charge my Ipod the night before and B) how people can stand outside and smoke cigarettes so early in the morning. Boggles (or in this case bloggles) my mind. Still I proceeded to skurry along, as of course I was running late, walking with my earphones in (with no music) and jumbo sized shizades on with the hopes of being able to make it from my apartment to the metro stop without being haggeled for spare change, have some comment about my badunk or asked to buy those Fing krispy kream donuts. I mean REALLY, is it too much to ask for the dunkin donuts guy to scream "GET EM WHILE THEIR HOT! DUNKIN DONUTS" at a DIFFERENT metro stop just once in a while?!?! I don't think so. It sure would make dieting easier if my mornings didnt start off like this. I also was unsuccessful at avoiding one of my new fears in life, people walking in front of me.. but we shall save that for tomorrow. Gotta keep em guessing ;)

Toodles peeps.