Taking a Break

Life is funny sometimes. I'm taking little break from blogging while I figure some things out. My life just turned into a Spanish soap opera and half of me never wants the story line to end while the other half just wants a damn commercial break. Sorry to be so vague. Don't email me cuz I wont tell you what's going on. I say that with love.

Greed is the New "It" Sin

I want a new purse. I have a really cute deep red purse that I have been using that is somewhat small but super adorable. I really want a Coach purse in brown or deep red but I know that I will tire of it much too soon.

I want a new car. I am loving the Lexus Hybrid 400h SUV but not liking the $48,000 price tag. I am also loving the Range Rover but not loving the fact that it only comes in gas engine. Right now Dave and I are sharing one vehicle (my 2006 ford focus) which is fine since he works from home most days and I only work 5 miles from home. I'm just so bored with the safe blah-blah focus and want something much more exciting that also has navigation and Sirius satellite radio built in (ooo! also leather seats). We have a portable Garmin Nuvi as well as a handheld Sirius radio but trying to juggle both of them for car trips is frustrating. We are going to the auto show on Friday so expect me to come back with a long list of DINK cars that I have drooled over.

I want to go on a vacation but really don't have a specific location that I would like to visit. We are going on a mini-holiday to a mountain lodge resort to play in the snow in mid-January as well as a longer vacation to Lake Las Vegas in March. I just want to go someplace right this second (and never come back).

I really want to lose weight. Since late October when the fires happened, I have lived on a steady diet of ho-hos and late night McDonalds combined with root beer and zero exercise. Needless to say I have gained 15 pounds as well as become flabby. I hate flab. Now that things have slowed down (or seem like the will be slowing in the next few weeks) I need to get back in the grove of eating healthy and exercising daily. I'm actually looking forward to not feeling so yucky and unhealthy. Now talk to me in 2 months when I complain about not being able to eat the cake in the break room ...

Pump You Up

Sorry I've been MIA but after working five straight weeks of 70 hours plus, my body is finally starting to feel the stress and break down. It all started when Dave made me leave work the Wednesday before Thanksgiving so that we could fly up to my in laws house for the holiday. We weren't due to return home until the following Saturday (4 days later) and the thought of being away from work all those days was STRESSing me the f'ck out. Plus, Dave's mom tends to stress me out naturally so that didn't help my anxiety level much.

Thanksgiving evening I began itching all over. I blamed the dog and its fleas but apparently I was the only one feeling the bugs. By Saturday the itching had turned into ugly red welts all over my chest, arms, legs, back, and stomach. On Tuesday I went to the doctor and learned that I am having an allergic reaction to something. He put me on steroids which helped but I'm still having a hard time breathing because of the allergic reaction. I go next Monday for testing to see what the offending allergen might be. Obviously it is something that I am encountering in my everyday life.

Then last Thursday (the night before a very important deadline) I woke up at 11pm yaking my brains out. This lasted every 30 minutes all night until 5am. By dawn I could barely walk because I was so weak and was shivering cold. It's not even hyperbole to say that I truly wanted to die at that moment from being so miserable. Showing my true commitment to work, I slept from 6am to noon and then went into work to finish my project. I think I deserve the #1 Federal Employee Award (or maybe just the #1 Crazy Award).

OK. This post isn't even funny or entertaining but unfortunately I couldn't think of a way to make hives and puke interesting. Only 3 more weeks of this heavy workload and then I am taking one long arse week of vacation during which I plan on doing nothing but sitting on the couch and watching TV. The countdown begins ...

Funny Life

Isn't it funny that 3 weeks ago I was ready to hang my hubby by his toenails. As we all know relationships have their hills and valleys and at that time I was in a valley. Not anything that he did yet I certainly loved my husband but wasn't sure that week that I liked him. In all honestly it prolly had more to do with me and my state of mind versus him and his habits. Anyways, 3 weeks ago I could of easily ran away from that man and not looked back. This week he is gone on a business trip and I am missing him like crazy. Happy Thanksgiving. I am very thankful to have such an awesome husband.

I Needed a Reason

#2 Reason for Having a Husband: When you have a nightmare at 2am about an out of control dump truck that is careening through your neighborhood, you can awake startled and have someone hold you tight while you calm down and go back to sleep. Best. Feeling. Ever. (#1 reason is sex on demand. Duh!)

And on a totally unrelated topic: everyone seems to be going shoe crazy with NaPoBloMo. My boots today which I bought this weekend at Macy's which was having a rocking shoe sale.

Man Candy Music

I'm busier then a worker bee. Going 100mph without time to stop and breath but I love it. Doing a lotta driving and listening to Snow Patrol. Still love them. You should too.

On an unrelated note, fires are still burning here but are 100% contained (contained just means that there is a fire line around the perimeter of the fire, not that the fire is out). Anyways, lots of firefighters running around town and sleeping in local hotels. Seems like everyday I run into one and they all seem to have the same basic qualities: smoldering good looks, hard body, exudes sexiness. Not sure what is about them but I'm starting to think it's a requirement for firefighters to be hott. Luckily, I worked for the Forest Service while in college and personally came to realize that most firefighters are cocky asses. Cute but pricks. Oh well, I still love the eye candy.

My Perfect Saturday

In honor of the fact that I will be working 12 hour days and many weekends from now until December (I already have to attend a community meeting this Sunday!). I am spending this Saturday doing everything that makes a day perfect for me.

7:30 - Wake up naturally feeling well rested and refreshed.

7:30 - 9:30 - Go to living room, brew a huge pot of hot green tea, curl up in a blanket on the couch and read a good book while listening to some new music. Current read: The Count of Monte Cristo. Current Music: Snow Patrol

9:45 - Get my arse handed to me at pilates class.

11:00 - Drive my sweaty booty to Panera for a french toast or pink ribbon bagel with honey walnut spread. Mmmmm ... Yum. The only reason I endure the weekly 60 minutes of hell otherwise known as pilates.

Noon - Go home and take a steaming hot shower.

12:45 - Lay in bed while watching a sappy chick flick.

2:30 - 3:30 - Nap (I love me a good weekend nap)

5:00 - Meet good friends downtown for a good bottle of wine and some sushi!!!

11:00 - Collapse in bed, drunk and happy

What is your perfect Saturday?

We've Got Everything

Ever have one of those days when you just can't feed yourself enough food in order to stop your tummy from grumbling? Today is one of those days for me and surprisingly enough I'm super busy today and usually when I'm busy or preoccupied, I forget to eat. It'll be 7pm and I'll still be at work and all of a sudden I look at the clock and remember that it is an hour past my normal dinner time, I forgot to eat lunch and my 3pm snack. Oops! Time to eat. Today I'm super busy but am interrupted every 30 minutes by the rumble and tumble going on in my midsection. At this point I'll eat anything that I can get my hands on. Hello banana! Making this even more bewildering, it's not even cold or overcast today (I always seem to get hungrier on chilly days). According to weather.com our current conditions are 74 and sunny.

In other news, I went out into the field with the super cute landowner from my last post. Damn, he makes me drool. Let's just say that the meeting was awkward thanks to my inability to form coherent sentences or words around his Holy Hotness. I ended up stammering and making no sense for most of the visit which royally sucked because I was supposed to be giving him advice and recommendations. D'oh! The whole meeting got off on the wrong foot when I hopped out of my 4x4 and I couldn't find the words necessary to greet him. He walked up to me as I am planted at the door of my truck and looked at me weirdly (prolly cuz my mouth was agape and I was staring at him). I then said the first words I could think of "cold. I'm cold". Let me remind you that it was 70 and sunny when we met and we were both wearing t-shirts and jeans. He looks at me even more quizzically (which is a way hot look for him) and says "really. do you not have a heater in your truck?". It's a brand new truck so all I could think of in response was to stare into his eyes with my mouth still wide open. STUPID, STUPID, STUPID. Let's all be thankful that I'm out of the dating pool cuz that interaction right there tells you that I am not meant to ever exercise my flirting skills. Poor guy probably thinks I'm a ditz.

Hotcha Boys

Two things about life in San Diego:

1) Most people think that we are lucky enough to have a Mediterranean climate. This means that our summers are 85 and sunny and our winters are 75 and sunny. I don't kid. My next vacation wont be to someplace sunny and warm. Nope, I'll be headed to someplace foggy and cold because I am sick and tired of the same ol' weather day in and day out. Give me a little variety please!

2) Walk down a street in SD and you will be surrounded by good looking, fit people. I don't know why but it seems that this town has a much higher then average population of people that could be models. I'm very glad that I'm not single because I know I wouldn't have a chance against some of the leggy and thin women that I meet each day. Usually I interact with cute boys occasionally but lately I have a met a bevy of hotties through work. Four hotties I've met in the last 48 hours:


I was at SeaWorld today to view the yellowtail and seabass fishery. I was led by a cutie marine biology research associate who could have passed for a shaggy surfer haired Chris O'Donnell. Add some dickies and a pair of vans for a yum, yum effect.



In the afternoon I went to view a retaining wall demo. The two civil engineers on the project could have passed for Paul Walker and Ewan McGregor. Double YUM.


Tomorrow I have a field visit with a landowner who could pass for a slightly more masculine version of Enrique Iglesias. He is HOTT! Poor me will be stuck outside hiking with him for several hours. I may be married but just because I can't have the wine doesn't mean I can't enjoy the bouquet. Yum.

Confessions

All in all, I am a pretty normal person. I'm friendly but not that annoying person who follows you around the party chatting in your ear. I'm clean and organized but not to the point of OCD. I'm not flakey and I'm not scatter brained. I don't have self esteem issues and at the same time I'm not overly cocky. I can dress well, read a map, make intellectual conversation, or give speeches in front of audiences. I've never suffered from a mental illness other then the fact that I'm from California (we're born with a natural sense of wackiness).

My one non-normal trait: books effect me so much more then they really should. I've said how much I love reading books and how I often cocoon myself into the author's world. As I read the Twilight Series I can't tell you how many times while at home I ran after Dave yelling "I'm a vampire and you're a werewolf, now RUN!" (as you can imagine this did wonders for our sex life). But on the other end of the spectrum when I'm finished reading a really great read, I often get this sudden overwhelming feeling of melancholy that affects me much more then it should. For a few days or a few weeks after, I often don't want to eat, sleep or go to work. It's almost like I'm mourning the loss of the book and the story that will never be new to me again. Or maybe I'm mourning the loss of this imaginary world that I loved so and am regretting the return back to my mundane real world. The Time Traveler's Wife effected me so much that I refused to read another book for several months after I finished. I just couldn't bare to endure the melancholy I felt for the week or so that followed. I'm almost at that same point after reading Twilight Series. I loved Harry Potter and found Twilight to be the perfect band aid for the ache I felt but now I'm left with an even bigger ache. Whatever the case this is so not normal.

Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to barricade myself in my office while I further instigate my sadness by listening to Coldplay, David Gray, and Damien Rice CDs on repeat.

Overdone Phrases

Back in the beginning days of Dave and my relationship, when we had sex two to four times per day and I was able to consume any food I wanted because I was exercising at the gym for 1.5 hours per day plus having all the sex, Dave invited me over to his house for an ice cream run and to watch the VMAs on MTV. For some odd reason I remember this mini-date with some of the fondest memories I have of any date that Dave took me on. Maybe it's because I really do love ice cream or maybe it's because I really do love MTV or maybe it's because back then every blog post started with "OMG. Dave is so hot. I think I'm falling in love. We have so much sex!". Whatever the case, the ice cream and VMA mini-date is one of my favorites and is one that we like to repeat each year. This year our traditional Baskin Robbins was replaced with Coldstone's because have you tasted the Birthday Cake Remix??? Ummmm ... YUM.

Watching this year's VMAs I was really filled with a huge desire to hop on the next plane bound for Vegas. This is a strong statement coming from me since I've probably been to Vegas over 50 times. When I was growing up, Vegas was our traditional vacation spot, 2 times per year, once in February (Prez Weekend) and then once again in the Summer. With college I once again jumped on the Vegas bandwagon since it was a rather short 6 hour drive from where I went to college. Now that I've gotten older it seems like Vegas has become the top getaway for bachlorette parties and cheap girl's weekend getaways.

A few years ago the saying "What Happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas" became popular and I really began to grow tired of the Vegas party scene. The place had become too popular and expensive. A typical weekend getaway cost $800. My budget and my patience for the tourists was at it's limit. Yet, watching Sunday's VMAs I felt an intense desire to experience Vegas once again. One of my best friends just found out she is pregnant. Is it kosher to host a baby shower at The Palms?

Random-ness Blurb Style

I've finished Harry Potter and just as I expected, I'm extremely sad to have completed the books. I can't express through words how awesome I thought the Harry Potter world and characters were. Next, I'm gonna watch the movies (I've only seen the first) and hope that they draw me out of this funk. Who knew that I would get so addicted to a set of children's books !?!
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Dave and I have found 2 new guilty pleasures: The Hills on MTV and Ben & Jerry's Creme Brulee ice cream. Both are yummy.
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Secret Revelation Time: For the past year I've suddenly developed the desire to have a baby. Not just any baby but a baby girl. Luckily, my baby lust hasn't gone into overdrive and I'm not in the mood to pop one out any time soon. My long-term plan is to become pregnant sometime after my 30th birthday (2.5 years from now). In my dream world I would have a little girl and she would be a very well privileged only child. We would take family vacations to exotic locations (my form of exotic is Mexico or Hawaii) and she would attend a nice private school as well as be able to speak Spanish fluently. Up until a few weeks I had wanted to name her Ava (a nice old school name but different) until I found out that Ava was the #5 popular girls name in 2006. Who knew that today's parents had such great taste in names? Now my dream name (since I have nothing better to do then name my unborn fictitious child) is to name her Kahlil (after the poet) and use the nickname Lily if it suits her. Unfortunately, I know that my conservative husband would never allow such a funky name so I don't feel bad announcing what I think is the cutest name ever.

Sirius + Cori = True Love

Oh. Yes. Hi. Ummmm ... I've been MIA for awhile. I'd like to say that I've been busy at work or traveling the country but unfortunately that's not the truth. In all honestly I've been spending every available free minute reading Harry Potter.

I've never been too good at self control. In college whenever it was my turn to be the designated driver, my friends would always find me 30 minutes later doing beer bongs and slurring "lets call a taxi!". That's how I am with Harry Potter. I know that there are only 20 more chapters between me and the end of this book. And I know that I will be extremely sad when the book ends and I no longer can read about Harry, Lupin, James, Hermoine, or Sirius. Yet, I just can't stop myself from reading late into the night to find out what happens next.

Now if you'll excuse me. I have this horrible feeling in my tummy like I am wasting time typing when I could be reading. I have a woman doctor appointment later this morning and I plan on reading through the exam. You think I kid?

One is the Loneliest Number

Me + Not Drinking for 16 weeks + 1/2 Glass of Wine = Half Drunk

Dave left at 5am on Monday morning for a week long meeting in St Louis. I miss that boy something fierce. Seriously, I'm so very, very lonely with out him. All I do is walk around the house moping like a lost little kitty cat. To make myself feel better (and sleep better) I decided to drink a glass of wine. Wine = Happy Me. So happy that I've suddenly become interested in Dancing With the Stars. Have I ever mentioned how much I hate reality tv? (Except MTV's "The Hills". The Hills = pure tv gold).

Summary of Today's Lesson: Wine + Reality TV = Good Stuff.

Moral of the Lesson: I should drink wine more often.

PS - The videographer scanned all our baby/kid pics into the computer so that he could prepare our slide show. He was nice enough to send me a copy of the scanned pics. Isn't 7 year old Dave the cutest thing you have ever seen???

PPS - Go Apolo Ohno!

Exclamation!

* In 30 days (exactly!) I will be getting married. Holy Cow! Where has the time gone??? I'm dreading the passage of these last 30 days. I love the engagement stage and if I had my way I would be planning my wedding for several more months. Seriously, for me the most important thing was that Dave asked me to marry him. That to me proved that Dave was committed to me and this relationship. The legally wed bit (to me) is just added poof. We already live together, we already have sex, and we already share our lives. I could be wrong but I just don't feel much will change after June 15th.

* According to my to-do list I really don't have much left to do for the wedding but in my head it feels like I am no way near ready for the big day. My wedding dress still hasn't arrived and I'm a bit concerned that since I've lost 35 pounds, the dress wont be able to be taken in enough before the wedding. In other attire related news, today one of my bridesmaids and I plan on going to the bridal store to pick up the bridesmaids dresses. I'm so excited!

* Dave's parents, cousins, and their kids will be visiting this weekend as they drive across the State to spend a week in Disneyland. Our house is still no where near being presentable but at this point I really could care less. So what if one wall is only painted 95%? Who cares about the fact that we don't have baseboards in the living room? Window treatments? Pffffttttt!!!! Actually I do care but after how hard we've worked the past 2 months I've come to realize that this house will be a work in progress for several more months.

* Since I've been dieting, I've avoided cooking and entertaining (too much temptation). Dave has spent the past few months dining on frozen pizzas and Del Taco. Since Dave's family will be coming for a visit I decided to break out our wedding presents and make a respectable meal. On the menu: Stone Brew beer, Heather's Mist wine, green salad with strawberry vineragette, sourdough with baked brie bread, steak, grilled sausage, grilled asparagus, corn, and garlic mashed potatoes.

* I love days when I feel cute. Today I'm wearing my X2 Express Jeans (size itty bitty) that are practically brand new. I bought them several years ago but haven't been able to wear them because of my excess poundage. Now they fit perfectly (not too tight and not too loose).

* Pilates continues to kick my arse. I've so enjoyed these last few weeks and my new work out routine.

* I found this online tool which helps you figure out which clothes fit your body shape best. Quite useful. I've often tried to wear boxy shirts and jackets and been disappointed that they make me look like Frankenstein's younger sister. According to the guidelines of Shape S, boxy tops don't fit my small framed shoulders well. Makes sense (but still doesn't explain why I didn't figure that out on my own).

* Making today even more perfect is that June Gloom has arrived to the coast! Love of June Gloom is the easiest way to detect those of us who are not native coastal dwellers. San Diego regulations state that if you are a Native then you must detest the overcast coastal fog and cool temps. By the way in other San Diego news, we were recently named the most overpriced housing market in the US!

Snobby Indie Princess

A few weeks ago, a blog that I read regularly mentioned her snobby princess attitude toward chinese food. Then at the end of her blog post she asked "what are you snobby about? T.V.? Sports? Unicorns? Tell me". Initially I thought that I wasn't snobby about anything but then I realized that I'm a California snob. Yet, being a Cali snob is nothing to write home about since we can't help it if we're the best State in the Union.

My Indisputable Reasons Why California Rules:
* Food - We're the #1 ag state and produce most of the Nation's food. And we're not talking about the boring basics (corn and wheat), nope we got all the good foods like avocados, oranges, strawberries, watermelon, and peaches.
* Movies - Hello Hollywood. With out it we wouldn't have cinematic gold like "The Notebook" and "Legally Blond".
* Surfers - California has the best surf conditions in the US (Hawaii doesn't count because I don't want it to). Not to mention that any girl loves a hot surf boy on a board. How could you not?
* Wine - We have Napa AND Santa Barbara. Enough said.
* Culture - We're liberal, we're diverse, we're eccentric, and we're health conscious. Awesome.
* Good Stuff - Everyone calls us fruits & nuts but then they forget that all the good stuff started in California back when the rest of the Nation thought that it was quirky and weird. Examples: yoga, sushi, and tofu.

Anyways I digress, as I said being a Cali snob was nothing to write home about. Then yesterday I received an email from my future mother in law (FMIL). There's only 5 weeks until the wedding and suddenly discussing what we plan to eat for breakfast the day after the wedding has become a topic of utmost importance. In the email FMIL mentioned buying bagels from the local grocery store. At this point my head turned bright red and began spinning.

It's then that I realized that the one thing I am a snob about is Food. It's not that I detest bagels, no in fact I love bagels. I'm just a snob about the source of my food. I snub anything pre-packaged, frozen, or canned (with the exception of Diet Coke and Lean Cuisines). To me buying bagels from the grocery store is disgusting but buying bagels from Panera that are fresh baked are okay. Gelatin fruit cups are disgusting but fresh fruit cups are awesome (and hard to find). I would never eat Leggo Eggo waffles but I love whole wheat waffles. White bread would never pass my lips but I love whole grain wheat bread. Canned veggies are a definite no, but I could eat fresh veggies by the truck load. You get the idea. I can't help how I feel and this is a topic that I feel pretty strongly about.

Is anyone else as snobby as me about something?

Honestly, I'd Rather Not Be There

About 2 years ago, while I was still working in the Bay Area, the house across the street from our office went up in flames. A man (who lived there alone) was making himself a mid day snack of bacon and eggs when he started a small grease fire. By the time he drove down the 1/2 mile driveway the house was completely up in flames. (Our office was located out in the middle of wine country so it was kinda rural). That day I had decided to go home early (for no real reason other then I was bored) so I missed the whole excitement. The next day when I came into work, I looked out my office window and saw the charred skeletal remains of the house.

Six months ago a brand new apartment complex located a few blocks from our office went up in flames. The flames shot up over 100 feet from the 4 story building. The flames and smoke smothered our office. That day I had decided to take the day off work (for a reason I don't even remember). Once again I missed all the excitement.



Today, a woman was driving her car down the street with 3 loose cats in the car. The woman lost control of her car, drove between my building and the tree lined sidewalk, before hitting a tree and then the wall below my office window. The entire office shook with the impact from the car. Five minutes earlier I had decided to grab an iced green tea from the local coffee shop. I wasn't going to get a tea but one of my office mates convinced me at the last minute.

Once again, I missed all the excitement. Coincidence or not???

I be up in the gym just working on my fitness

For four solid years I worked out at the gym 6 days a week. My common routine included 4 days of 50 minutes cardio, 2 days of total body strength training, 1 day yoga or pilates, and 1 day kickboxing or step. This all stopped a year ago when I hurt my back. For 4 months after the accident I wasn't allowed to exercise (beyond walking). When it came time for me to get back in the rhythm of working out I had moved to San Diego and my work days were long and hard. When I finally finished my 10 hour work day I was often tired which became my common excuse as to why I should skip the gym that day. I occasionally participated in a weekly yoga class as well as a weekly belly dancing class (fun but expensive) but I never could get back to my gym routine which I loved so much. I've said it before, I'm not naturally skinny. I need to go to the gym to stay at a reasonable weight and not to mention I find exercising to be a completely cathartic and emotionally relaxing experience.

For the past 2 months I've been so busy with house and wedding stuff so going to the gym has not been an option. I think this was the perfect break that allowed me to stop stressing over my exercise habits and really focus on what I should do to get back to the gym routine. I decided that what I needed to do was wake up 30 minutes earlier in the morning, exercise, then come to work 30 minutes later in the day. In the beginning I would only work out 15 minutes per day then as time progressed I would increase my work out time by 5 or 10 minutes until I hit my goal of 50 minutes per session. In addition I plan on attending 2 evening mat pilates classes per week.

Today is day 2 of my new work out plan and I must admit that even though I'm not a morning person this new plan is working out beautifully. I have no excuses at 5:30 am as to why I can't go to the gym and it feels good when I get off work knowing that I can go straight home, sit on my butt, and not feel guilty! I feel like a giant weight has been lifted off my shoulders.

PS - Only down side to starting a new gym routine: I am SO hungry, ALL the time! Feed me.

Brought to you by my lover, Treo

Some people have issues with their hair. They can never find the perfect hair style. Some people have issues with their personal style. One week they are hippy chic the next they are hipster. Luckily for me I've always had long-ish hair (it suits my face) and my style has always gravitated towards Gap casual and I don't really feel any need to change that.

For me my issue has always been with purses. My purse cycle always seems to go in this same order:
1. Find cheap purse that I love. Cheap purse falls apart because of shoddy workmanship.
2. Buy expensive designer purse. Fall in love with designer purse's luxurious lining and many amenities. Designer purse quickly goes out of style and I curse the fact that I just spent $250-500 on a purse that was only useful for one fashion season.
3. Go back to cheap purse (and repeat over and over).

And for fun, sometimes I also toss in these experiences:
1. Buy purse that is too big but can fit everything! Back begins to ache from carrying around mammoth purse and purse items rapidly become disorganized. As I stand at the Macy's cash register fishing for my wallet I curse big purse.
2. Buy purse that is small and cute! Unfortunately, half my stuff doesn't fit into purse and I need to leave most of my essentials at home. But! purse stays organized and is easy to carry. After certain amount of time, I attempt to fit all my essentials in compact purse and end up not being able to close the zipper/latch/etc.
3. Attempt to find perfect size purse. Fail. Purchase purse that is too small or too big (depends on my mood). Repeat cycle.

Errrr ... At this time, I've been carrying around the cutest designer purse that has this wonderful pucci silk lining. I LOVE it except for the fact that the purse is way too small and I can't fit anything in it. So my purse odyssey has begun again. I've looked at every retail store and have yet to find a purse that I like (I can't even find a picture of a purse on-line to show you an example of what I am looking for.) Luckily, I live 2 miles from a Dooney & Burke and a Coach outlet store. I've promised myself that I wouldn't go back to a designer purse that will quickly go out of season but I found these and I think they are cute (but price-y). The price we pay for a good purse. Ughhhh ...

It's My Birthday Month

Meet my new lover, Treo. He and I have fallen madly in love with each other. He puts my previous cell phone to shame.


Meet Treo's friend. I love the friend almost more then I love Treo.