H&M and Date Night

I went to H&M yesterday. After my blog writing I couldn't resist. I was happy to find they were having their anniversary sale when I got there. I was doing pretty well sticking to sale items until I found this adorable little leather skirt that I was sure was not going fit, until I tried it on and fell in love. It is the perfect mixture of girly downtown cool. Needless to say, I may have to pick up an extra shift next week. Totally worth it!

Last night I had a date with my favorite gay boyfriend, wearing my new threads of course. Our dates always include a hip downtown spot that I have driven by and never noticed that are filled with handsome little men who are enjoying quaint dinners with other handsome little men. We had a great time. Its always comforting spending an evening with someone you can talk to for hours without effort or judgment (with the exception of him judging my outfit and shoe choice before we leave the house). I did discover that the flash on my new camera and my gay boyfriend do not mix. It turns him into some sort of Asian man.

my fav. Joe's attempt to open his eyes real big.

It took 6 shots for us to get anything he even remotely approved of. Meaning I forced him to take 6 pictures that made his eyes water before him yelling “get the fuck out of my car, you are leaving me crying” and me responding “love you too, I'm writing a blog about this.”

Hope everyone has a safe and happy weekend!

Updater

Quick update on my obsessions as of late:

1. Decorating my new place. I am currently on the lookout for a colorful chair for my living room that isn't going to cost me a months rent.

2. Singing as loud as I can too Lily Allen in my car. I secretly pretend I am a hip Londoner, makes me feel closer to my sister. Lucky bitch

3. Finding an alternative to laundry. I really really hate doing laundry, I much rather just buy new clothes. Good for the economy, not so good for my budget.

4. Rompers. I know, I know don't judge me. I have found one that I love, finally. Most of the time they just make me look shorter and fatter than I, and society, think I should look.

5. Everything H&M, I want to go there everyday! According to my good friend Stacy, they make a cream for that. I'll look in to it.

6. My new Camera. I love presents from the boyfriend that you get on a random Monday night wrapped in a present bag that I am pretty sure I gave him for his birthday (tissue paper and all). Side note: he got me the one with the screen on the front since I “like to take pictures of myself”. Boy did good.

   

7. Volunteering for the Olympics. Seriously, its no secret that I heart the Olympics, I filled out an applications to be a Gamesmaker! Think they will give me a gold metal?

8. Hitting a milestone in my weight loss adventure, 5.5 pounds too go.

That's all.

I'm off with the boyfriend to see my Grandparents this weekend. Also known as the Santa and Mrs. Clause* of Southern Arizona.

*Legit statement, dude actually pays Santa at Christmas. Also gives bomb ass presents to his favorite granddaughters.

Girls Night

I have never been the type of girl that has a lot of girlfriends. Therefore, needless to say, girls night for me are far and in between. When they do occur, like in the case of last night, I have no problem having a few drinks and shaking my ass with the best of them.

Last night did make me realize that there are two types of going out girls. There are type A classy girls. The girls that are quite literally just out to have fun with their girlfriends, these girls are usually involved in a long term relationship and spend most of the night swatting the riffraff away. While it is always nice to hear that you are pretty a type A girl does no respond well to being grabbed or stalked but the club creeper*. Type A girls tend to wear things are are cute without being sleazy. All the appropriate body parts properly covered.

Then there are the type B girl non-classy girls. These are the girls that are on the troll for a man and making out with their girlfriends. They are usually wearing a dress that may have actually been made to be worn as a shirt and taking pictures of themselves making the same kissy face. The ones that are more than willing to dance on some sort of platform and drop it like its hot in their shresses**.

I am clearly a type A. but I would like to take this time to thank those type Bs that give me something to talk shit about. The club wouldn't be the same without you. Time to go make pancakes and nurse my vodka headache***.

*you know, the guy that awkwardly dances behind you for a while creeping closer and closer until you move locations or, as I do, just turn around and tell them “no thank you, I'm not interested”.

**shirt that is worn as a dress. If you have to ask, then its probably a shirt.

***the sad thing is, I literally had only 3 drinks in 5 hours and still have a headache, I'm definitely not 21 anymore.

Here we go again...

Instead of addressing the fact that I have not blogged in months, I am choosing to ignore it. Let's move on shall we. . .

A lot has happened in the last few months. I graduated from college, got my dream job and am living on my own in the middle of the city (as city as you can get in good ol' Phoenix, AZ). So now I suppose I am a 20 something trying the make a new apartment a home and not kill any of my patient, hoping it will all come together at some point and I will actually feel like I know what I am doing.

I suppose there are some new players along with some old favs in this life of mine as well. Let's review.

The BF and I are still treking along (pun intended). We see each other a lot more now since my apartment is a lot closer. I enjoy it.

Then there is the ever loved BFF who is not in the process of planning a wedding to a man that is perfect for her, which I suppose makes me a maid of honor, a title that I am well, for lack of a better word honored to have, but I again have no idea what I am doing.

The fam is pretty much the same minus my sister, she is in London for the year (see LETTER and LIST ), totally weird. I miss her dearly and have big plans for a trip in January. My baby brother is now 21, also totally weird, and is more enjoyable than ever these days. Mom is as wack-a-doo as always and is now selling Lia Sophia Jewelry, all she talks about. Dad is retired and I think becoming a bit bored.

Newly in my life, well not really new but sort of rekindled in my life, is my gay boyfriend. He is fabulous and I love him. the nursing school girls that are quickly becoming my favorite breakfast/shopping friends. My work mom, who is getting my though most my my days. I honestly don't know where I would be without here. Nurses are notorious for “eating their young”. I am happy to say I have not experienced this, yet. (knock on wood). She also gives me someone to roll my eyes at when things aren't going my way.

The other big story in my life as of late has been weight loss. It is a strange thing when you loose a significant amount of weight, 70 pounds in my case. I don't think my mind has quite caught up to my body yet. People who have never been heavy will never understand the excitement that accompanies being able to walk into H&M and find clothes that fit perfectly.

My new obsessions: Lace Short from H&M

I fell in love with them as soon as I saw them but was convinced that they wouldn't fit. I was pleasantly surprised. They are the perfect mix of corkey cute and I feel a little like I am wearing a bathing suite from the 40s when I wear them. Whats not to like?!

I Heart the Olympics

Anyone who knows me knows that I heart the Olympics. I don’t know why, don’t judge me! Sadly though, all the winter Olympics do is make me long for the summer Olympics. It is like a gigantic tease. I get really excited to see the rings starting to spear in the corner of the NBC channel, only to be reminded that my beloved swimmers and gymnast still have 2 more years before we meet again.

So instead of sulking in the swallows of snow that is overtaking my NBC channel that SHOULD be showing the Biggest Loser (my new addiction but the way), I am going to count down my top 5 Olympic moments that I wish would happen on a daily basis.


1996- Atlanta: I was 10 and I think this is when my love affair with the Olympics started. Kerri Strug vaults with a major injury and lands it! Awesome!

2000- Although they did not win anything, I was introduced to Sean Townsend who despite being a male gymnast, is still on my top 5 list (thought I wrote a blog about that, but it is MIA.)*

2004- Bitch Russian gymnast who looks like fish get silver metal again! HA! Oh how I dislike you! Not to mention that when I was googling you, a lot of boobie picutres came up, dirty hoe!

2004- Misty May and Kerri Walsh win gold for women’s volleyball. I heart these ladies and I would kill for their abs.

2008- 600m men’s swimming relay literally brought me out of my seat screaming! If the BF can watch that and still love me he is a keeper.

There ya’ have it! It was really hard to narrow it down, my apologies to the memorable moments that failed to make the list. And, yes, I am ignoring the fact that I have been a bullshit blogger as of late. Please don’t call shenanigans on me again.

*while a was looking though blogs for the Top 5 post that I swear was there at one point, I came across my post again new clothes I wanted and saw a dress from Fover21 that I blogged about here, that the BF bought me for Valentines day on sale for $7! Win/Win in, I feel! (the flowery one, I heart it still, although it does make me feel like a bit of a cupcake)

Better Blogger Day Dos

Last night at work was a living nightmare. I won’t get into details because let’s face the facts; it’s not fun to hear about for someone who wasn’t there. Let’s just say it was busy, very very busy.

I don’t know if I will ever get use to working the night shift. To be honest I am on the fence, I love the people that work night shift (anyone who have ever worked in a hospital knows the entire feeling changed with shift change), it is more laid back and everyone is more than willing to help each other (as apposed to self righteous bitches that tend to work days*). On the other hand, I don’t like sleeping all day when everyone else is living like a normal person. I have come to terms with the fact that this will be my life for the next few years, at least.

Speaking of not use to the night shift (how do we feel about that transition?) I slept like shit today. I got home around 7:40, after I decided I didn’t have the energy to make the trek to the BF’s house, and went right to bed. I woke up around noon, not nearly enough sleep considering I didn’t take any kind of nap-a-roo** before work. Went I realized I wasn’t going to be able to get back to sleep a mist the loud brother and barking dogs*** I got up a decided I was going to make my lazy ass go to the gym.

I am on a health kick again (still out of fear of becoming a TLC special). I must say, with all the up and downs (and downs again) I didn’t to too horrible last year. I am 30 pounds lighter and definitely feel a lot better. I think what kills me though is I know I could have done better. I have been trying new workouts to spice things up if you will. One of these said workouts requires running on the treadmill. I don’t run, especially at the gym, due to the fact that my boobs hit me in the face and I get the looks from people who look the cast of The Jersey Shore , no know likes being that girl. I drummed up all the courage I could today though and went for it. It wasn’t horrible, not good, but not horrible. I am a little proud of myself. Now if I could only stay away from the M&M’s sitting on the desk at work, shoot.


*there are of course exceptions to this.
** Nap
*** have I mentioned lately how much I HATE living at home?

I Suck at Life (or blogging mostly.)

So, I officially suck at blogging. I have come to terms with it. Really I think it is all the pressure that gets me. I mean, let's face the facts people. I come from a funny family. Anyone who knows us thinks we should be on a sitcom (it's true, we should). This is very much evident, in the blogging community via my lovely cousin and my witty sister (and my witty sister again. ). This sets the bar pretty high people. My pretty lil’ blog (more like sad lil’ blog) just doesn’t seem up to par.

Well, I am not throwing in the towel yet. So to my 2 (maybe 3 readers) stay tuned. One of my new year’s resolutions: to blog more. It’s January 2, shit, I’m all ready behind.