Finally, a creative outlet for myself, just in time for my first quarter-century on earth. Fashion, friends, the life of the single girl and hilarity to follow.
Monday, March 7, 2011
A million miles a minute
Sometimes my brain moves really fast and I fixate on something and get really into it and then a week later I will be over it and on to something new. I think it is a sign of higher intelligence. Whatever my fixations are they are dramatic. Kind of like the time I went down to register for college pre-freshman year and came home and told my parents I had declared a pre-veterinary science major. What? The man I marry will have to be able to humor me and keep up when I am ready for an adventure. Last week it was surfing in Central America. This week it is French pastry school. Next week who knows....I did find a job opening at The Atlantis in the Bahamas for marine life manager....Today I watched a documentary called Pastry Kings about the Meilleur Ouvrier de France competition in Lyon held every four years to determine the best French pastry craftsmen. It was incredible!! If I happen upon $22,000, I am going to use it to go to the French Pastry School in Chicago, where the curriculum includes chocolate, sorbet, petit fours, breads, and sugar sculpture, and some of the staff are MOF winners. I decided also that I am going to have a cream puff wedding cake. Google-image that, it is a tower of cream puffs and looks muy delicioso. I think my ideal job would be me traveling around the world meeting people and trying new things, how fabulous would that be? I could get my bucket list done in one year!
Sunday, March 6, 2011
My Current Favorites
- Parks and Recreation tv show
- Strawberry Kiwi Lemonade Sobe
- Diprotodons
- Benefit Luminescent High Beam complexion enhancer - it's magical
- Documentaries
- Rimmel Marine Blue nail polish for toes
- Being honest
- Days when my upstairs neighbor does NOT do her dance cardio workout that shakes my light fixtures so I can sleep
- Knowing my sister will be here THIS week
- Breakfast for dinner!
- Strawberry Kiwi Lemonade Sobe
- Diprotodons
- Benefit Luminescent High Beam complexion enhancer - it's magical
- Documentaries
- Rimmel Marine Blue nail polish for toes
- Being honest
- Days when my upstairs neighbor does NOT do her dance cardio workout that shakes my light fixtures so I can sleep
- Knowing my sister will be here THIS week
- Breakfast for dinner!
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Friday, March 4, 2011
When I grow up...
I would like at some point in my life have/do the following:
1) Have my own vegetable garden
2) Have a horse to ride whenever I want
3) Climb Kilimanjaro
4) Fall in love
5) Hold a koala
That is all I can think of right now. Good night.
PS - Mom and dad, I am feeling dramatic. I will try not to act irrationally. My dramatic thoughts are centering around selling everything and moving to a foreign country. We will discuss this when I wake up. The feeling may or may not be passed at that point. Be ready. I am forewarning you.
1) Have my own vegetable garden
2) Have a horse to ride whenever I want
3) Climb Kilimanjaro
4) Fall in love
5) Hold a koala
That is all I can think of right now. Good night.
PS - Mom and dad, I am feeling dramatic. I will try not to act irrationally. My dramatic thoughts are centering around selling everything and moving to a foreign country. We will discuss this when I wake up. The feeling may or may not be passed at that point. Be ready. I am forewarning you.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Ramblin' thoughts
Spring is here...I can't believe it! The trees are blooming, the grass is turning green, my heat has been off for at least 2 weeks...this is so different from Springtime in Wyoming. They are still having sub-zero weather and blizzards. Trees might start blooming by the end of May there. I love having a long Fall and Spring. Beautimous.
I watched Shutter Island yesterday (yesternight). I really liked it. The end turned everything on its head and I am still thinking about it, I think I need to watch it again.
I discovered my favorite/easiest meal for work. I heat up a bag of jasmine rice, cut up an avocado, cherry tomatoes and sometimes black beans and mix it all together with a little Sri Racha sauce...it is soooo gooood. I need to figure out something for dinner tonight...I didn't make it to the grocery store before work this week, but I did finally do my laundry. Too often dinner ends up being graham crackers and ginger ale and a bagel from the doctor's lounge if I am extremely lucky. I hate planning meals ahead of time.
A few nights ago a co-worker and I went to the Savannah area to have dinner with a friend. On the way back it was dark and we were talking and there was a lot of traffic. After a little bit I thought "this trip home is taking forever!", and that is about the time my co-worker pointed out that I had missed our exit from the interstate by approximately 23 exits. Awesome. I have driven that road over 30 times...maybe my "spirit free" daiquiri at dinner wasn't so "spirit free".
I am keeping my fingers crossed that I do not wake up with pink eye. A toddler pooted RIGHT in my face while I was trying to get her hospital ID band on her last night. Good thing she was cute and didn't know any better, it really isn't as cute when adults do it to you.
Sweet dreams.
I watched Shutter Island yesterday (yesternight). I really liked it. The end turned everything on its head and I am still thinking about it, I think I need to watch it again.
I discovered my favorite/easiest meal for work. I heat up a bag of jasmine rice, cut up an avocado, cherry tomatoes and sometimes black beans and mix it all together with a little Sri Racha sauce...it is soooo gooood. I need to figure out something for dinner tonight...I didn't make it to the grocery store before work this week, but I did finally do my laundry. Too often dinner ends up being graham crackers and ginger ale and a bagel from the doctor's lounge if I am extremely lucky. I hate planning meals ahead of time.
A few nights ago a co-worker and I went to the Savannah area to have dinner with a friend. On the way back it was dark and we were talking and there was a lot of traffic. After a little bit I thought "this trip home is taking forever!", and that is about the time my co-worker pointed out that I had missed our exit from the interstate by approximately 23 exits. Awesome. I have driven that road over 30 times...maybe my "spirit free" daiquiri at dinner wasn't so "spirit free".
I am keeping my fingers crossed that I do not wake up with pink eye. A toddler pooted RIGHT in my face while I was trying to get her hospital ID band on her last night. Good thing she was cute and didn't know any better, it really isn't as cute when adults do it to you.
Sweet dreams.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
The College Years: First date...La style
I was just laying in bed trying to sleep. I can't remember what made me think of it, but I was reminiscing about the first time the boy I liked in college and I hung out off-campus, a pseudo first-date if you will, and I had to get up and write it down...so funny and un-fabulous and 100% La. I think I was thinking about broken noses, and that is what reminded me of it.
I was 18, and had met this super-cute guy through some friends. He was tall and funny, and on the football team, and I was smitten. A bunch of us planned to go sledding with inner-tubes in the mountains one weekend, and I was really looking forward to it. When the day came, I packed up all my winter stuff and headed to his dorm room to meet him and his roommate and some other friends to drive up the mountain. Something came up, and his roommate couldn't go, so just he and I and some other kid from his floor drove up in the mountains to a good sledding hill. I really wanted to impress this boy and look dazzling, so I had worn eyeliner and mascara...(who wears that sledding? I learned my lesson). We had one huge inner-tube that all three of us decided to sit in/on for the first run of the day. One person in the middle, and one on each side. I was on the side to avoid getting squished. He and the other kid that went with us were probably 500 lbs combined, really big guys, and the weight dispersion wasn't exactly equal. So we get situated and take off and of course within the first half a second I bounce off. The inner-tube spins around and the next thing I know someone has gotten a hold of my head and is dragging me face-down, down the mountain alongside the inner-tube. I can't get loose, I can't breathe, I am in pain and I am being dragged and dragged and dragged. Finally we lose momentum and come to a stop...and I am in tears. I have massive amounts of mascara and tears running down my face, snow chunks in my hair, and a bloody nose that has run all down the front of me and wont stop. "Why did you drag me!?" I screamed at the boy. "I was helping you! I was holding you clear so we didn't run you over!" he replied. "You just held my head down and drug me down the entire mountain face-down!" I cried. I was angry and humiliated and in pain and had nothing to stem the flow of my bloody nose, we were in the middle of the wilderness during Winter. After sticking snow chunks up my nose and him graciously offering me his pocket-liners to wipe the blood and running mascara off of my face (I was dazzling, I am sure of it), I declined any more sledding that day. The boy must have really felt sorry for me because he dated me for four years after that.
At the time it was a nightmare, but now I think it was hilarious. I wish someone had been filming so I could see my 18-year old self being drug down the mountain face-down alongside two giants in a spinning inner-tube. None of this romantic first kiss after dinner while looking at the stars on a first date...my style is a little more dramatic. Blood, tears, mascara, screaming and crying...hey, to each their own. I am smiling remembering it, and that is all that matters, right?
I was 18, and had met this super-cute guy through some friends. He was tall and funny, and on the football team, and I was smitten. A bunch of us planned to go sledding with inner-tubes in the mountains one weekend, and I was really looking forward to it. When the day came, I packed up all my winter stuff and headed to his dorm room to meet him and his roommate and some other friends to drive up the mountain. Something came up, and his roommate couldn't go, so just he and I and some other kid from his floor drove up in the mountains to a good sledding hill. I really wanted to impress this boy and look dazzling, so I had worn eyeliner and mascara...(who wears that sledding? I learned my lesson). We had one huge inner-tube that all three of us decided to sit in/on for the first run of the day. One person in the middle, and one on each side. I was on the side to avoid getting squished. He and the other kid that went with us were probably 500 lbs combined, really big guys, and the weight dispersion wasn't exactly equal. So we get situated and take off and of course within the first half a second I bounce off. The inner-tube spins around and the next thing I know someone has gotten a hold of my head and is dragging me face-down, down the mountain alongside the inner-tube. I can't get loose, I can't breathe, I am in pain and I am being dragged and dragged and dragged. Finally we lose momentum and come to a stop...and I am in tears. I have massive amounts of mascara and tears running down my face, snow chunks in my hair, and a bloody nose that has run all down the front of me and wont stop. "Why did you drag me!?" I screamed at the boy. "I was helping you! I was holding you clear so we didn't run you over!" he replied. "You just held my head down and drug me down the entire mountain face-down!" I cried. I was angry and humiliated and in pain and had nothing to stem the flow of my bloody nose, we were in the middle of the wilderness during Winter. After sticking snow chunks up my nose and him graciously offering me his pocket-liners to wipe the blood and running mascara off of my face (I was dazzling, I am sure of it), I declined any more sledding that day. The boy must have really felt sorry for me because he dated me for four years after that.
At the time it was a nightmare, but now I think it was hilarious. I wish someone had been filming so I could see my 18-year old self being drug down the mountain face-down alongside two giants in a spinning inner-tube. None of this romantic first kiss after dinner while looking at the stars on a first date...my style is a little more dramatic. Blood, tears, mascara, screaming and crying...hey, to each their own. I am smiling remembering it, and that is all that matters, right?
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Summer Bucket List
This summer is going to be the best ever. I am making a bucket list. Read it and just try to tell me it wont be amazing.
La's Summer 2011 Bucket List (In no particular order)
1) Deep sea fishing
2) Beach Beach Beach
3) Lay eyes on the infamous Monkey Island
4) Night kayaking to see glow-in-the-dark algae
5) Beach house rental with girlfriends on Folly Beach
6) Beach house rental with family
7) Learn how to make the best grits ever
8) Beach camping (with hammocks)
9) Concerts in Charleston
10) Sand Gnats/Riverdogs Minor League Baseball games
11) Watch a sunrise on the beach
12) Celebrate my 25th birthday!!
13) Charleston Battery Professional soccer games
I am sure I will be adding more to this list...
La's Summer 2011 Bucket List (In no particular order)
1) Deep sea fishing
2) Beach Beach Beach
3) Lay eyes on the infamous Monkey Island
4) Night kayaking to see glow-in-the-dark algae
5) Beach house rental with girlfriends on Folly Beach
6) Beach house rental with family
7) Learn how to make the best grits ever
8) Beach camping (with hammocks)
9) Concerts in Charleston
10) Sand Gnats/Riverdogs Minor League Baseball games
11) Watch a sunrise on the beach
12) Celebrate my 25th birthday!!
13) Charleston Battery Professional soccer games
I am sure I will be adding more to this list...
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