Every Woman's Weakness.

This past Saturday I woke up and I could feel it. I knew trouble was a brewing. I knew I was going to do that bad thing. I knew the two of us were going to have a little fun. Harmless, innocent fun.

Just me and my friend Mr. Plastic.

My Bank of America debit card and I were going to have some quality one on one time together. Just the two of us! Our special day.

What did this lead to? Well it lead us to the Newpark Mall in Newark and there we found some adorable silver sandals for only 12.99. Steal! We galavanted around retail heaven some more but there was nothing more to our liking so we left.

And then we went to Trader Joe's but this was necessary as we were short on some groceries. See, innocent? I instantly regretted going to Trader Jose's because it was Saturday and everyone and their mothers and grand babies are at TJ's on the weekend. But I felt an eery sense of calm because I knew there was still fun to be had.

At Trader Joe's I decided that it was absolutely necessary I have a veggie tray in my life. My life suddently felt unfulfilled! Target was just a stones throw away and after frantically searching for a "crudite" tray I came up empty handed. Then I looked at the shoes at Target and came up empty handed there too.

I knew there was going to be trouble when the conversation between me and my rationale told me going to Ross on a Saturday just to get a veggie tray made perfect sense. (The Ross in Fremont that is always overcrowded and where the folks there do not understand that they are invading my bubble of personal space.) I also knew my rationale knew I was BSing it and using the tray as a cover up for my true intentions.

As soon as I walked into Ross I bolted to the shoe department. Aisle 7.5 please! There I found a perfect pair of black wedges there for 9.99. STEAL! (Pictures to come, next post because I have to get a pedicure...BAD.)

After that, I knew our business was done. Our dirty little mission completed. Oh and it was a great one. One where not too much money was spent but fantastic results were reaped.

I have a shoe obsession. One that becomes untameable at times. And I am very good at finding great shoes on the cheap. Really I will prove it to you.

I came home and put my shoes on right away because thats just what I do as soon as I get new shoes. How rude would it be of me to not give them a tour of the apartment as first time guests?

Ben was just happy to see that my shoes weren't flats because he hates flats with a passion.

Today I got paid and today was trouble all over again.

Trouble let me buy these...

(Under 30 bucks. STEAL!)

and then I also bought these...

(60 bucks. Steal?)

(Picture them over skinny dark or medium colored jeans

 with a white top and a scarf and my long flowing brown hair, do you see it?)

And with all my might I pulled myself together and had a little chatsy with good ol' Rationale and she immediately issued a code red because defenses were low in the common sense department making them vulnerable to attack.

Attack of impulse buying!

Order was restored within my brain. My heart rate settled. And I closed all the windows of glorious shoes online. Cold turkey.

I said I am sorry you beautiful red pumps...maybe next paycheck?

and then I said I don't need you beautiful sleek boots, in leather...

and dammit I don't need you in suede either...

And shoelets I can't decide if I want you because I don't know yet if you look chic or elfy so I feel okay with leaving you right where you are...

and more importantly I also don't know if I want you in black or gray...

And that concludes that.

As Promised.

I am missing something...

...and I can't quite put my finger on it.

...I just know that whatever it is, when it comes, I will know my life will be complete.

And everything will come full circle.

I've been feeling rather strange as of late. Ben suspects its TMJ but I don't know what of it.

I just know I've been feeling all out of sorts. Bouts of disorientation. Major space outs. Non-drug induced weirdness.

Its flippin' me out ya'll. ( I don't know if thats a Paula Deen ya'll or a Britney Spears ya'll, its so hard to pick)

As Ben's lovely mother would say "I am feelin' psychadelic." She says a lot of other things too but I don't think those would be very appropriate to write on here.

Speaking of Ben. Do you know what he calls me? Elmira. Elmira from Looney Tunes. You know the one. Misses I just want to love you and squeeze you and hold you ecetera. He says "The cats don't like you."

 Uh, Rude!

 "You bother them too much."

Sigh.

But it is true. I love animals! And so what if I just want to pick them up and squeeze them and kiss them when they were sleeping? What were they doing that makes them so busy? And since I provide food, shelter, kibble, and bountiful amounts of fresh water and fancy feast I think I can do as I please. I am not hurting anybody.

Me and the Herms

Minutes after taking this picture Herman got up and walked away. And I wasn't even touching him. Ben is the favorite around here. I am just loved when its convenient. Tis fine!

Me and Ben

Oh and guess who is here? I totally forgot to mention it. Frida was relocated from the dry, dusty desert that is Tucson, AZ and she's been moved here! To always lovely California. (More on her later)

This is Frida. (2/22/2010)

I find myself feeling strange this time of year. I believe it may be the weather also. January and February bring misery as they are mostly cloudy and rainy.

But once the rain is gone I do appreciate this sight...

My drive to work.

The lush, rolling green hills. Nothing says "one day there will be a massive earthquake" like these lovely green hills! Fault lines sleep under these beautiful hills but oh its so worth it living up here. Every minute of it.

And then, only after the rains do these trees come about. Pink trees! This picture  does them no justice. They have cotton candy colored leaves and make me feel like a Princess when I go on my walks.

I am scared but excited for what the future has to bring.

It really mind freaks me that in a year from now I will be somewhere else but here.

But where ever I go I am getting a dog because  they don't mind if you pick them up and love them, and squeeze them and hold them, and love their lights out!

I want I want I want!

I can't believe I forgot.

(Two for ones today!)


The whole reason I started this damn blog! You know, what spawned my sudden bloggerness. It was Nat the Fat Rat. I enjoy her blog very much as I believe a lot of you do as well.

I just love how she takes what would seem into an ordinary day turns it into a story, then she posts at the end of the night.

My blog is a baby. Its not even 6 months old. But I wanted to include more pictures and more of what happens in the day to day. Because even though my  blog is a wee baby right now I was just reading some of my past posts and and felt reminiscent. But you know, documentation here folks. And maybe some videos!

Things are going to look a little different around here folks.

More pictures taken from yours truly.

More posts.

Just More.

Heres one from Tucson..

 Location: Tucson, AZ. Justo Residence.

Whats going on here? I know right.

Firstly the little rugrat crashing in on girl talk is Santiago. He is my little cousin who is 3 but looks 6 because I swear he came out of the womb a toddler already! He kinda skipped the whole baby phase all together.

And the girl he is smashing is my 13-year-old cousin Emilita. I love her more than words can describe. I spoiled her with older cousinly love when she was a toddler and just waddled around. She may have slapped me a few times but thats besides the point!

And me! Yours truly! Sporting some 3D Avatar spectacles. Also the whole reason why Santiago decided launch an attack of epic proportions on us.

Ramblings of a twenty something year old.

As of late I have been focusing a lot on this little thing called age. Age is a strange thing. Especially your early twenties I feel. See its not too long ago I was in my teens. Five years from your teens to your twenties is quite perplexing. See, there is a handful of actresses around my age, that have been famous since I was about 18. I look at them and think hmm... they look different. And then I wonder, well what looks different about me?

I need to find a picture of me when I was eighteen in order to solve this mystery.

But lets look at some examples shall we!

Hilary Duff circa teen years...

Hilary Duff now..

Whats different?

Lindsay Lohan circa teen years...

Lindsay Lohan now...

Do you follow?

I find myself looking in the mirror and trying to think of what my eighteen-year-old self looked like. Collagen? Thinner skin? Different hair? hmmm...

On my 22nd birthday I felt old. Something about that two after the twenty really did me in. It was like twenty-twwwooooooooo. Like it could just go on forever.

Twenty-three despite being older than twenty-two sits better with me. Twenty-three rolls off the tongue nicely. Twenty-THREE!

I guess your twenties is a pivotal time in your life. Its when you really lay the foundation down for your future. See, when you are in your teens you just expect life will pan out but as you get older you realize you have to be proactive in leading the life you wish to live.

The twenties are good just scary! Parts of me wish I could time warp back to 2000 knowing what I know now so I could be a smart little freshman in high school. Oh but we all know that will never happen!

See its weird to have a perception of twenty something year olds when you are in high school then to actually be one.

I really felt that by this age I would be a lot more mature and that the "I don't know what I want to do with my life" phase would be over with. But alas it isn't! So parts of me feel teenish but other parts feel oldish. Kinda the actual age part. And then when I see high school kids its so weird! I see them and I think oh theres some kids my age and then my subconcsious says what are you talking about oldy pants those kids are in high school! And then I think oh right! And then I study them and think hmmm... I am a lot older than them!

And then people my age having kids is just plain skeeving me out. High school friends posting comments about mommyville and what their baby did is making me feel like nooooooo are we really getting there already people? We are only 23! I am no where near feeling like I want to enter mommyville. Mommyville is about a five-year trip away from the looks of it now.

The teenage part of me wants to be selfish.

 I want to stay up late and watch Gossip Girl online.

I want to travel.

I want to sleep in.

I want to not have play dates with other parents I don't like.

I want to go on Forever21.com and put outfits together add them to my cart and then not buy them! Hah!

Do you like this top?

I do!

I don't feel old, old. I just feel like I gotta get my ass in gear because I don't want the years to slip through my hands like sand and then look back and think oh how unproductive my twentysomething year old self was!



How old are you and how do you feel about it?

Lets Gossip.

I have a new obsession.


First off, I would like to say that I am not one to hop on the band wagon of “OH ITS NEW I GOTTA HAVE IT!” For instance iPhones? Kiss my untrendsetting butt. And whatever else out there that’s new. Whatever okay. It can wait. (Don't even get me started on the iPad)

I look down upon you “Oooo Ooooo Ooooo I gotta have it NOW” kindsa people. See it’s a grand waste of money and ugh, I was just not born to be a follower. I pave my own unconventional path okay?

I didn’t start playing Nintendo 64 until the Wii was out. I am just late to catch on to these trends. I talk a big game and act like I don’t care but as soon as everyone’s gone I peek my little head in and find out what all the commotion was about. And then I go “ OH cool why didn’t I pay attention to this earlier?”

Never fails.

So of course Gossip Girl is no exception. I am in LOVE with this show. I don’t fancy TV series too much because I just hate how they toy with you. I am impatient and I need answers with in a reasonable time limit. Waiting years to see if Ross and Rachel were going to get back together was ridiculous. I am never going through that again.

Oh but Gossip Girl has become my new evil friend. I love Leighton Meester’s character Blair Waldorf. I love the way they dress them. Totally the stuff I would wear if I was uber rich and relevant. And I like Blake Lively. See I didn’t know much about this Blake Lively girl, I’d see her in pictures and go ehhhh whats the big fuss about? But she’s kinda like Jennifer Aniston, they just got that charisma about them that makes you like them. And while they aren’t the best looking actresses (they are far from ugly don’t get me wrong here) you just like them. Like you totally want to be their friend!

You can watch episodes here if you’ve never seen the show. http://tvshack.net/tv/Gossip_Girl/(you’re welcome!) The quality isn’t the best but maybe you can just watch the first episode and if it tickles your fancy go rent the seasons!

But anyways moving onto more important information...

I am going to talk about a serious issue here. One that Megan Fox herself has finally shed some light on.

SHORT THUMBS!

Finally they found a damn imperfection on the flawless Miss Fox. She has a deformity that is called brachydactyly. Type D to be exact, meaning it only affects the thumbs.

And guess who else has this deformity?

Me!

 (Except I only have ONE unfortunately, its lonely)

And thanks to Megan Fox I now know what its called. See I’ve just been showing people the short little thumb on my right hand for forever but…when they asked why it was like that I didn’t have an answer. Well thank you Megan Fox.

FYI My new short-thumbed BFF.

Check out Miss Fox’s digits here….

And now look at mine here….

Oh and feel free to google "Megan Fox Thumbs" to see many amusing pictures or wittle piggies!

My thumbs now have som one to look up to. Maybe someday we too can become famous and then possibly take over the world....





MUAHAHAHAHAHA.

Some Blabbery.

I like to blog for fun. I like to write about whatever nonsense is floating around in my mind. And then maybe year's later I can look back and think wow I was brilliant! Kidding!

No but really. I like writing freely. Its nice.

I like making interweb friends along the way too! I must admit I am terrible at leaving comments but it doesn't mean I don't stop by to lurk and read. I've gotten to peer into peoples lives in cities I probably will never visit. Thats the neatness about blogging.

I could careless about having a bazillion followers or just one. Quality over quantity my friends.

The first time I saw my followers fluctuate I was a little offended. I thought, "Who dare leave my blog! How rude! Why did you come in the first place?!?" But then I thought really? Who cares. If they don't like it here well I am not going to beg them to stay. I followed this one person whose blog I liked and saw that they followed mine in return. I was flattered because I didn't ask for them to be a follower and I thought cool they like my blog too! And then that person unfollowed me briefly after. And then I unfollowed them for being a phony follower! Isn't that just the dumbest thing you've ever heard?

I don't know why it makes me laugh. I guess that person pulled the ol' "PSYCH!" game on me and I played it right back. Brilliance! See years from now thats the kind of crap I will read and remember what an idiot I was and maybe am? In the future?

I am yammering on here so lets change the subject...

So I gained two pounds during Christmas break. Ugh. Something about being back home just makes a girl pig out. I ate like it was thanksgiving everyday. Honestly, I must have good genetics to only gain two pounds over three weeks because I ate like I was going to die the next day everyday. I mean it was just ridiculous.

So I am back in my natural habitat (aka the San Francisco bay area) and I have been exercising 5x a week. I just drag my lazy  butt to the apartment complex gym whether its freezing, windy, or raining. I love that feeling of jumping back into a work out and feeling yourself build more endurance. Today I jogged 20 minutes straight! No stopping. (Okay I stopped for 30 seconds because my shoe lace unraveled but otherwise I wouldn't have)

Also I have a question for the mothers out there. What age were you when you were decided to enter mommyville? When you felt ready? I am 23-years-old and still think kids suck and that babies stink like doo doo.

Will I ever have maternal instincts?