Wednesday, July 1st, 2009
tank-top & lacy undergarment are from Forever21; ripped jeans are from Xi; skull necklace is my own creation (which will be in the shop soon!)
This is about as comfortable as it gets for me (aside from this). There is nothing like a pair of ripped jeans — which aids in the better movement of your knees, if you didn’t know — & a loose tank-top to fend off those icky summer days. The less frills & accessories the better, I think. During the late afternoon, though, I switched to shorts.
On another note: I feel like I’ve been a bad blogger. Sure, I have touched on some sticky issues, but I never talk about what’s going on in my life RIGHT NOW. I’m not so good at that, as I am with reminiscing, story-telling, & being blatantly honest about things that happened in the past. I commend other bloggers who can so easily touch on sticky situations they’re experiencing in their lives right that moment. I can’t do it.
A lot of things have been going on in my life lately; personal things. The biggest thing that I have yet to elaborate on is my husband quitting his day job to be a full-time blogger & life coach. (I experience heart palpitations just saying that.) Eventually, when I can find the right words (& an opinion on the matter, because truthfully, I just don’t KNOW how I feel about it yet) I want to be able to talk about it. For now, though, it’s been steeping in my brain as I’ve been trying to make some sense of it.
Any tips on how to be a better “in the now” writer?
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Monday, June 29th, 2009
1. “book club” attire. 2. boring outfit. 3. romper.
I can’t believe we’re at the end of June already! Time certainly flies.
Also, I’d like to do a bit of bragging right now & exclaim that I made it to 1,000,000 hits on apricot tea!!! Wooooo! One million, guys! That’s like… a lot. & pretty monumental, if you ask me. Of course, I couldn’t have accomplished such an amazing feat if it weren’t for you lovely readers. THANK YOU. I have so much love for all of you that it’s practically oozing out of my ears.
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Thursday, June 25th, 2009
tube romper & sandals are from target; belt is vintage; necklace is from H&M; lipstick is MAC in Ladybug.
I feel like I should say thank you to all of you who were so kind enough to leave comments on my previous post. It wasn’t by any means easy to publish, but I knew that I had the ability to help someone with my story; or… to at least get them thinking. All of the emails, comments, & twitter direct messages I received over the last few days are a testament to that.
I appreciate every single one of you who poured their hearts out to me. Seriously, from the bottom of my heart: Thank you. Your love & encouragement keeps me doing what I do here, even when I feel so insignificant.
& I meant to say all of that on a video blog, to have it be more personal, but the words never came to me. I hope this is sufficient enough.
Tuesday, June 23rd, 2009
I remember the very first time my mother & father told me about The Bird & The Bees.
I was about 10 years old, & my little sister & I were outside in our backyard building a snowman. I remember going up to my parent’s bedroom window, knocking on the glass, & showing them the immaculate snow creature I made. I had expected them to be filled with intrigue, & perhaps come outside so they could help name this snow creature. But instead, I was met with my father yelling at me to get away from the window, as he closed the blinds & told me to go back & play. Confused & hurt, I went back to playing in the snow. Several minutes later, my parents called me inside to give me… The Talk.
When I was inside, my father asked me, “What did you see when you were looking through the window? Did you see anything?” I had no idea what he was talking about. I never saw anything. Mostly, I was just hurt by my father’s reaction, & really confused as to why I was being talked to.
Thus, The Talk was given. While my sister was out frolicking in the snow, my parents sat me down in the living room, with books upon books, explaining the anatomy of a man & woman, where babies came from, & how sex was created by God for those who are married. During the conversation, I remember being really grossed out by men’s penises & pubic hair, & I remember having a hard time understanding what sex actually was. But mostly I remember being extremely preoccupied at the fact that my little sister was outside playing in the snow. I wanted to shout to my parents, “HELLO!!! The snow will be melting soon! & I need be out there playing!” But I sat there & listened intently, trying to soak it all in.
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Wednesday, June 17th, 2009
pants & new sandals are from Ross; purse & necklace are from Forever21; necklaces are my own creations.
Last night, I was looking at Google Analytics, analyzing how people find my blog through interesting keyword searches. & one person found my blog by searching “stop feeling inferior to girls that are prettier.” I’m not sure which post she — I’m going to assume it’s a ’she’ — found that directed her to my blog, but the search phrase has stuck with me ever since seeing it. It truly is the perfect mantra.
Stop feeling inferior to girls that are prettier.
Stop feeling inferior to girls that are prettier.
Stop feeling inferior to girls that are prettier.
Stop feeling inferior to girls that are prettier.
Stop feeling inferior to girls that are prettier.
Stop feeling inferior to girls that are prettier.
Yes, Ev’Yan, stop it.
& while you’re at it, stop second-guessing yourself.
Monday, June 15th, 2009
lace t-shirt, tights, & grey boots are all from Target; cardigan is from Charlotte Russe; shorts are from Ross; bag is from Forever21; jewelry is miscellaneous/my own creations.
Yesterday, I had the pleasure of going to my very first book club meeting. & I say “book club” loosely — hence, the quotations — because only ONE of us actually read the book (The Monsters of Templeton) in its entirety. We basically discussed the book for all of 10 minutes & then chatted about everything else under the sun. So, it is a “book club” but only barely.
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Friday, June 12th, 2009
Our camera was returned to us on Wednesday afternoon… without the bloody memory card. Which means our pictures are out there somewhere, no doubt in the hands of some ruthless stranger.
I haven’t a clue as to why someone would take a memory card, filled with sentimental photographs that has NOTHING to do with the thief in question, but leave the $700 camera. It baffles me. I just don’t understand the human race. & I can’t help but think that we got our camera back in exchange for our precious pictures.
I shouldn’t complain, because at least our camera was returned to us. I know that my success story has to be one in a trillion. So, I’m grateful, yes, but absolutely bitter that I don’t have the pictures we took throughout the trip. I have decided, though, to name our Nikon D60, because I heard it said once that those who walk this earth without a name have no reason to live. & while Sven (the name I’ve given out Nikon D60) doesn’t walk or live, I figure that giving it a name will ensure that he will always be with us. Perhaps the reason he was lost was because he didn’t have a name. One can only wonder…
Nevertheless, I am forever grateful to everyone who snapped pictures with their impeccable cameras throughout this trip. With your pictures, I can relive the memories all over again without feeling too much of a loss. Because more than likely, my pictures would have been of the same things. So thank you.
Of all the photographs I’ve seen of this trip (between 26 bloggers, there are over 900 pictures) these are the only two pictures I found of myself that weren’t too terribly candid.
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Tuesday, June 9th, 2009
{UPDATE: You will be so happy to know that the camera & black backpack was, indeed, in the lost & found! Apparently, the cab driver turned it in! (God bless you, you darling woman, you!) When I found out, I burst into fits of laughter & tears, told the receptionist that I loved her, called my mom, my sister, Jonathan & started yelling “YAY!” outside of my apartment window. God willing, we’ll be getting it tomorrow evening! I requested overnight delivery so I can get our pictures ASAP. So expect another post documenting the outfits & the beautiful scenery very, very soon! Thank you to EVERYONE for your prayers & encouraging words. I know for a fact that because of you, our camera will be back in our hands again!!! See? There ARE good people in Las Vegas, the city of sin!}
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My trip to Las Vegas this past weekend was probably the most scariest, most adventurous, most fulfilling & heartwarming experience I have ever been apart of, aside from getting married. I laughed, I cried, I drank a few sips of alcohol (white wine leaves little to be desired!), I made out with my husband while everyone watched, I “fist-bumped” strangers, & I didn’t sleep a wink.
Our trip included (but was not limited to):
- Traffic, & lots of aggressive drivers (& pedestrians) anxious to get in on all the [slutty, sinful] action Las Vegas offers.
- SKANKS. Herds of them, flocks of them, & they all looked the same. Every time I turned around, I was thinking, “Okay… is that a shirt or a dress?” or, “Oh, I know she is not walking around without any pants on!” or, “Oh my god, that girl’s breasts were thisclose from coming out to say hello!” Did I mention that most of these women were drunk & falling over?
- Weird propositions. As we walked down the strip on the Friday night, a man called out to us, “Party at the [didn't catch the name] club! We’ve got mud wrestling midgets!” Only in Vegas. I also heard that someone from our group was propositioned for sex by an elderly woman! Only in Vegas.
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Sunday, June 7th, 2009
{NOTE: this was written at 3:30am Sunday morning. I wrote this when Jonathan & I returned to our hotel room, after having the final moments with my beloved new blogger friends. I was tired, emotional, & very, very delirious. Matter of fact, I am still all of those things. & unfortunately, there will be no pictures in this post.}
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Before I begin to relive the precious moments of my Las Vegas Blogger Meetup, let me start by asking a random question:
Suppose your husband (or significant other) absentmindedly left his (or her) backpack in a cab, in the middle of one of the busiest times in a city; how upset would you be? & what if this backpack held your very expensive, super professional Nikon D60 camera — among a few other things — inside of it? Would you flip your lid? & what if — having all of those events occurred — you didn’t notice the bag/camera missing until right AFTER the cab had taken off into this said busy city? Oh, & to top it all off, no one even noticed the bloody cab number, or the name of the cab company.
Answer me this: What would you do?
I’ll tell you what I did: I laughed nonchalantly, exclaiming, “Oh, this would only happen to Jonathan! He does stuff like this all the time!”, shrugging it off, not realizing what was truly happening. From there, I went from jovial & excited (we were just about the down some amazing Venetian Pizza), to shocked & in disbelief, to raging mad. Fuming. Hysterical. Completely upset, having an ugly meltdown in the middle of Las Vegas.
True story.
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Thursday, June 4th, 2009
photo courtesy of irene.
In a little over 24 hours, I will be in Las Vegas to meet the likes of Kyla, Kerri (again!), Nicole, Kaitlin (again!), Rachel, Steph, & many other fabulous bloggers. I’m so excited! Jonathan & I haven’t been to Vegas since when we got married…
I’m sort of looking at this trip as a time for me to step completely out of my shell & not be so damned introverted. Perhaps I’ll finally make some bloody friends, & stop being such a loner. Perhaps I’ll get a little rowdy (although I highly doubt it). Perhaps I’ll have a drink or two. Although… that might be pushing it a little, because I’ve sort of [unofficially] sworn myself to being SxE (straight edge); I haven’t had alcohol in about 2 years. But it would be interesting have Jonathan be the desiganated driver for a change… I’ll play it by ear.
We’ll be leaving tomorrow around noon, staying until Sunday. From LA, Vegas is about 3 hours away. If I’m driving, though — & I intend to, because Jonathan drives like a grandpa — we’ll get there in 2 hours, maybe less.
I guess I forgot to mention that one of my nicknames is Speed Racer.
Lots of pictures to come! Wish us all safe travels.
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Sunday, May 31st, 2009
Firstly… I’m flattered to have been interviewed over at Sophie Mae’s style blog.
Sophie is a gorgeous gem. Not only does she have an amazing style blog — her photographs resemble those of a fashion magazine spread — but she is an accomplished personal stylist/shopper. You must check out her style blog, & the neat little services she offers as a stylist. I know that if I were in need of a personal stylist, I would enlist Sophie without question.
Check out the interview here.
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1. tattoo parlor apparel. 2. lazy outfit. 3. new digs. 4. black lace.
I’m embarrassed to admit that…
- I cried like a baby while watching Titanic the other night. Even well after the movie was over, I was still weeping like a sappy idiot. It’s the music, I tell you! Just the first few notes of “My Heart Will Go On” creates a lump in my throat. (I am such a girl.)
- I’m slightly nervous about this blogger meet-up in Las Vegas this weekend. I also keep getting excited at the prospect of seeing Grissom & The Gang… until I remind myself that it’s only a television show, for Heaven’s sake!
- I just took a walk around my neighborhood in shorts, & I haven’t shaved my legs in a week.
- When someone left a comment stating that “English is one of the most beautiful languages in the world…” I burst into laughter. English the most beautiful language? Blasphemy! If anyone has ever listened to the sultry dialect of a Frenchman (or an Italian man), I’m sure you’re laughing, as well.
- I’m not really enjoying this “June Gloom.” The overcast skies are making me lazy, lethargic, & slightly melancholy.
- I am only eloquent in my writings when it involves some sort of a list.
Wednesday, May 27th, 2009
lace tunic & shoes, from Forever21; shorts from Target; tights from 99 cent store; necklaces are my own creations; rubber bracelets from Urban Outfitters.
My beloved black lace dress (& bra) came in the mail just one day after I purchased it online. & boy, was I excited. While I was eagerly trying on the dress, I noticed that it was really, really short. As in “is this a shirt, or a dress?” short.
Turns out it’s a tunic… not a dress.
I showed Jonathan how short is was, wincing in my dismay, & he retorted, “Oh just wear it! I’ve seen girls wearing shorter dresses than that. & anyway, I kind of like it when you dress like a skank.”
Men…
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