The Long and Hard Of It

26 01 2009

 

So I’ve blown all my money on a gym membership. And haven’t really used it yet. That’s so me though. Like the tanning salon membership that I have that I totally forgot to cancel and now I get charged every month for a service that I not only don’t use, but can’t since the tanning salon is on the other side of the country.

 

And no, I don’t want to get into why someone who lived 5 blocks from the beach paid to tan. I don’t like tanning alone in public and its generally frowned upon when you dance naked and sing along to Kings of Leon as loud as you can in public. Something about indecent exposure and a court date in two months. (I’m pretty sure I’ll get off on the naked thing, it’s the singing that has me worried).

 

WOOOO - Super heroes

WOOOO - Super heroes - I'm in the black jacet

 

Anyway, now I’m pale, flabby and paying for two services that could easily remedy both of these issues.** Seeing as the gym is accessible from both work and home I’ll be visiting that a bit more often than Tan V in Miami (and did I mention I have a home gym too – yes, call me the queen of unnecessary expenses, but my home gym doesn’t have group classes and therefore you have my reasoning behind spending and additional 30 a month plus initial fees and trainer fees).

 

 

But of course, before I go and use a service of which I pay for, I had to go and use a service I didn’t pay for; which was a kick boxing class at a friend’s gym. Oh yes. Im quiet the intelligent one. It was actually a great class and I received regular praise from the instructor. I basically took out my aggression on the poor punching bag. Curses and grunts galore. I then tipped the guy my two dollars I was saving for laundry since it was all I had on me. Basically I said “thanks for whoopping my ass, the two dollars is me making myself feel better since I know I’ll be cursing your name and damning you to hell tomorrow.” And that is exactly what I did.

Sunday’s workout consisted of crying and whining alone. Attempting to walk up and down stairs and a vigorous cleaning since the chick who lives below me won’t let me vacuum after 10 p.m. and I conveniently don’t get home till around 9 (so after I shower up and get settled I can’t vacuum).

 

This week I am determined to use my gym. The one I pay for. Spinning class starts tomorrow and I want to join, assuming I remember to show up 15 minutes early to sign up. Because paying for a service is no longer enough. Now I must make sure I sign up for a seat as well. Tonight I’ll just elliptical. It’s a long, hard road to fitness and I’m determined to get my moneys worth.

 

And I’ll tan outside a bit more. Because if I am going to pay for a tanning salon that I can’t use, I may as well make sure I AM tan.

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Not For Easily Offended (and this really isn’t that offensive anyway)

21 01 2009

I don’t know about you guys, but I frequently come across blogs and articles that make me step back and say “Dude, I wish I thought of that one.” I believe it is kind of like people who will sit back after seeing some crappy invention on HSN and say, I could have come up with that. Like the mister umbrella – the little one that you bring to the beach and it has a fan on it that will mist water on you if you fill up a small water container attached to the umbrella. Double D batteries are needed. Wait, have they come up with that yet? If not, I just did. Back off.

If you haven’t stumbled across Stuff White People Like yet, then you should probably get onto that keyboard and type away. Being one of the few white people I know, I am really quiet the expert at what White People Like. You may think – hey – if most of your friends are of different ethnicities… then how can you be so sure. Well – I observe white people from the other side. Much of what my friends make fun of I secretly like. Whole Foods (which my very unwhite guy finds over priced and a complete rip-off….), Sushi, Sea Salt, Lumber Jack shirts, Kurt Cobain, Blogging. This adds perspective to my observations because non-white friends make fun of these and many more – while I harbor my secret love for them. I admit, I have come out of the closet with one of my White People Likes: Crafting. I proudly craft without shame. I am White.

Many white people visit the SWPL blog and grumble. I think the reality is they are pissed off at being called out. “Hey! There is a Black Guy at that Ugly Sweater Party.” My response to this was “Please refer to Stuff White People Like #14: Having Black Friends.” I am sure the poor guy was dragged along for fun.

So I sit back and wish that I was witty and quick enough to have thought about what White People Like. There are so many things we enjoy that are not up on the site yet too. Lumber Jack shirts have not yet been listed, but I know it is something WPL. Then of course they have yet to add on “Discussing the Relevance and Accuracy of Religion, Group Work Outs, The Eliptical, Collecting Art, Complaining” and much more.

I don’t think I would ever want to make a living off of blogging. I’m not consistent enough to start. And I’m so ADD that my likes and dislikes are all over the place. There are certain activities I’ve kept up with. Im all over Art Collecting and Working out like White on Rice, but Im not passionate enough about said hobbies to write about them daily. I work as a curator – that’s enough for me for now. (BTW, another thing white people like are silly catch phrases…. White Mothers generally take the cake with that one, holding onto catch phrases their teen children retired weeks prior….. Jewish White Boys Who Think They Are Black also have a tendency to hold onto catch phrases retired by ethnicities that are higher on the “cool” ladder).

So that’s basically all that is going on with me. Sitting around, wishing I were more witty – or at least wishing I was faster with my wittiness.





Not For Easily Offended (and this really isn’t that offensive anyway)

21 01 2009

I don’t know about you guys, but I frequently come across blogs and articles that make me step back and say “Dude, I wish I thought of that one.” I believe it is kind of like people who will sit back after seeing some crappy invention on HSN and say, I could have come up with that. Like the mister umbrella – the little one that you bring to the beach and it has a fan on it that will mist water on you if you fill up a small water container attached to the umbrella. Double D batteries are needed. Wait, have they come up with that yet? If not, I just did. Back off.

If you haven’t stumbled across Stuff White People Like yet, then you should probably get onto that keyboard and type away. Being one of the few white people I know, I am really quiet the expert at what White People Like. You may think – hey – if most of your friends are of different ethnicities… then how can you be so sure. Well – I observe white people from the other side. Much of what my friends make fun of I secretly like. Whole Foods (which my very unwhite guy finds over priced and a complete rip-off….), Sushi, Sea Salt, Lumber Jack shirts, Kurt Cobain, Blogging. This adds perspective to my observations because non-white friends make fun of these and many more – while I harbor my secret love for them. I admit, I have come out of the closet with one of my White People Likes: Crafting. I proudly craft without shame. I am White.

Many white people visit the SWPL blog and grumble. I think the reality is they are pissed off at being called out. “Hey! There is a Black Guy at that Ugly Sweater Party.” My response to this was “Please refer to Stuff White People Like #14: Having Black Friends.” I am sure the poor guy was dragged along for fun.

So I sit back and wish that I was witty and quick enough to have thought about what White People Like. There are so many things we enjoy that are not up on the site yet too. Lumber Jack shirts have not yet been listed, but I know it is something WPL. Then of course they have yet to add on “Discussing the Relevance and Accuracy of Religion, Group Work Outs, The Eliptical, Collecting Art, Complaining” and much more.

I don’t think I would ever want to make a living off of blogging. I’m not consistent enough to start. And I’m so ADD that my likes and dislikes are all over the place. There are certain activities I’ve kept up with. Im all over Art Collecting and Working out like White on Rice, but Im not passionate enough about said hobbies to write about them daily. I work as a curator – that’s enough for me for now. (BTW, another thing white people like are silly catch phrases…. White Mothers generally take the cake with that one, holding onto catch phrases their teen children retired weeks prior….. Jewish White Boys Who Think They Are Black also have a tendency to hold onto catch phrases retired by ethnicities that are higher on the “cool” ladder).

So that’s basically all that is going on with me. Sitting around, wishing I were more witty – or at least wishing I was faster with my wittiness.





Apparently Sneezes are deadly

12 01 2009

Good Morning (afternoon) Ladies. Well the Santa Ana’s are a blowin and while it’s been nice having warm air blow through here, it also means pollen and allergens are running rampant. It took me two days to figure out I wasn’t sick, I was just dying because I got what I asked for (warmer weather). I didn’t know it was gonna cost me my ability to breath normally though. I finally started on some Claritin and am feeling much better.

Today’s also day one of quitting smoking and I’ve already caved and had half of one. Which isn’t bad considering I would potentially have had at least three by now (its 10:30), if not more. It was just a stressful morning. First I felt like ass. Then it was even harder getting out of bed cause boo doesn’t have to be at work as early as I do and I work farther away on top of it (im 15 miles from my apartment and his office is 1!!!!!). It was tough watching him lay there with my little boy (Fred, the dog!), bitching about dog hair and cuddling. He had to force me out the door at one point cause I kept going back to sit down on the bed lol.

Things have been pretty good for us lately – we are trying to get into better shape together so we went and threw down some good $$ on grocery shopping. We figure we’ll alternate who goes shopping since he basically plans on keeping his food at my place (he can’t cook at his apartment cause his roommate took over the kitchen and never cleans it, so its just easier at my place… and I have a dishwasher and a bigger kitchen). So yea, we’ve been hiding out at my place lately. Which has been nice cause when I stay at his I have to leave the house by 7 and at myplace Im ok leaving at 8:30. (I have to go home from his place to get ready and bring the dog back).

And I met his mother and sister this weekend. It was ACKWARD. At least meeting his mom. I was crazy nervous. His sister rocks though. I really liked talking with her and it was cool cause she was pretty open with me, told me about what was going on in her life – offered to hook me up with a new battery for my computer… WOOHOO! A mutual friend said this was a big step for him. I don’t know about that but it was nice to finally make that step. I read somewhere guys don’t introduce you to family unless they see some srot of future. I know it doesn’t mean its all gonna work out but whatever. He called his mom last night to get a recipe for us and when he called me back he said something along the lines of “so I spoke to mom, and you probably aren’t gonna like what she had to say.” I was like WHAT WHAT?! Does she not like me!?! Dude, she thinks im retarded doesn’t she.” He said “I never said that.” Then when I got to his place and demanded he tell me he was like oh, honestly I don’t even remember what she said. SOOOOOO I kinda think he was just messing with me. He has a dry sense of humor. Sometimes I love it, sometimes I want to kick him.

So moving on. I know you are all dying (ok maybe not but lol you might be) to know what celebrities I have bumped into so far. Here is the list: Adam Sandlers Family, Nicole Ritchen and her husband…something Madden (I dontk no which twin), Charlie from It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia and one of the actors on 30 rock… he is the tall skinny weird guy… I think he’s an assistant or something on the show? OH and we saw a very famous news anchor (national) but no idea what his name is hahaha. We’ve been trying to figure it out for DAYS now.

As you can tell from my list, and the fact that I don’t know peoples names, I’m not celeb crazy. I love reading the gossip but I mean, its gotten to the point where I’ve realized unless someone points them out to me, I have no idea they are there. And they are EVERYWHERE. A lot of them go to our venues too so it’s only a matter of time.

Witchy – don’t worry, I never took it the wrong way at all!!!! I was laughing the whole time. I mean I have bigums and yes, cleavage can be seen, unless I am wearing something that covers my chest to my neck, I have cleavage. I’m a D (yea lol well just so you guys get the idea). So don’t worry.

BTW just to let you guys know. I still don’t have interenet. I don’t know if I’ll be getting it etiher. Not right away at least, so I may not be able to respond on the weekends cause I wait till I get here to do my computer stuff. Its just faster. And gives me something to do when I have down time lol. Or when I give myself down time.

I’ll try and at least go back onto the site on my own comp so I can start posting pictures again.

OK. I’ll be on later. Time to work.





I don’t know the key to success, but the key to failure is trying to please everybody

6 01 2009

GOOOOODDDD MMOORRRNNIIINNGGG. Closing in on the afternoon for some of you. Getting used to this West Coast time.

Sorry Its been a little while since I’ve even commented. I havent had great internet service at my apartment and everything is SOOOOO dishevled right now.

So. LA. Fabulous. Exciting. Exhausting. It’s been great. I spent the first night at a cousins house. Wait. Rewind. Lets just go through that lovely first day lol.

I get into town after almost missing my flight (w/ the dog ON the plane of course) and wait for almost an hour for them to take the dog OFF the plane after we landed which of course drove me NUTS. Freaking out the whole time. Ok not freaking out, but I was worried.

Dad arranged for a driver to pick me up because I had no car and Boo was working and we hadn’t really figured things out yet (yea I’ll get to that). La-di-dah, huh? So driver gets me and takes me to the car rental place where I rent a flatbed truck (WOOOOO, have I ever mentioned how much I LOVE trucks. I love dating guys with trucks. I love driving trucks. I just love trucks). After I got the car I went over to the apartment, signed my life away and was no longer homeless. GREAT apartment. I’ll send pictures when it’s put together.

A friend (mutual one of me and boo) met me at the apartment and we did the target and Ikea runs, built a bookshelf and just kinda hung out and did our thing. I don’t think I would have made it through that day w/out her help. Spammers if you’re reading THANKS!

After she left I called the dude and he invited me over since I had NO TV. I was going to my cousins that night but she was flying in from FLA too (holidays) and didn’t get in till like midnight so I didn’t want to be alone. So I packed up the pooch and went over to his place where I was greeted with the biggggggeesssttt bear hug. It was tough. Not because I was sad but because he just smelled SO GOOD and it felt SOOO GOOD to hug him. He’s like the BEST hugger. I’m not used to dating guys larger than me (heigh and weight) and he towers over me by almost a foot and definitely weighs more than me so I feel all proteced and safe and everything. Got another bear hug after I left and had a fun night w/ my cousin.

Woke up the next day and had a call from him. Wanted to tell me he had a strange dream about me (I was a werewolf) and could he come see the apartment after work. I said sure and went about my day. Made some felt animals which I’ll post up later. (Really!!!) He also invited me to a New Years party which was AWESOME. I like his friends a lot and it was at a friends house that I already knew pretty well and some other guys I knew were there too. Since he saw my apartment I’ve only slept at mine a few nights. He’s either with me or I’m at his place. I think we both really just needed some perspective and less pressure on what had to happen or not. So its been good.

I have a friend in town. He’s been great with her, showing her all the tourist stuff that ever native angelino HATES. Even took us to Six Flags, Magic Mountain. Road the rides with us. Had a great time.

Well now my friend is mad at me. (Thus the title today). She’s been so..statuesque, and not in the “oh shes gorgeous” way (although she is a very attractive person), but in a you’re acting like a statue, dude, kind of way. Just constantly on the phone IMing her boyfriend back in FLA and its like pulling teeth to get her to say “yea lets do this” or have a conversation or show emotion. So last night I got fed up. She didn’t want to go out and I did. I trucked around all weekend with her doing whatever SHE wanted to do and fine, if she didn’t want to go out I did and I was over babysitting trying to get her to do something. So Boo, myself and a friend of his went to a show, had a blast. Saw a guy dressed like a freakin Bunny, drinking beer through his costume:

OK the picture isn’t working but I’ll figure that out later.

Anyway had a great time. Had a few beers. Good music. Well decent music. Hit up the Taco Truck. All in all a good night.

 

Well we got back to Boos and his friend left and he asked me to stay and just wake up early to get to work. I said fine, texted my friend that I had a few too many and was going to bed where I was. She responds “great so you’re leaving me all alone in this apartment, whatever.”

 

Look, I’d understand if she was like I want to spend more time with you, or less time with him or just TOLD Me what she wants. But she isn’t and I was tired of prying and why do I WANT to sit in my apartment and watch her play on the phone all night or listen to her talk to her boyfriend. I kept asking if she wanted me to stay, that it wasn’t a problem at all, asked what she would want to do, kept begging her to come out with me…. but you can only pull that game for so long before I get frustrated and say I’m done trying to please you, so I’m gonna go do my thing and you are MORE THAN WELCOME to come with me and if not then its your deal.

 

I have a feeling there is gonna bea  confrontation tonight. Honestly, I won’t be upset if there is one. It almost needs to happen. I may be doing something and I don’t know what it is so she needs to tell me, even if she’s mad things aren’t gonna get better till someone says something. I know we’ll work it out. I mean we’ve been friends for 10 years. Boo doesn’t understand why since I’m so social and bubbly and loud and she’s been like a statue. Shes not normally like this. I mean everyone has their days but cmon you’re on vacation. BAH.

 

SOOOOOO how is everyone doing.