Monday, March 31, 2008

A Few of My Favorite Things...

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~The return of The Hills ( I know, I know.. it's sad but true)
~Hot cup of green tea with a pinch of honey
~The Cherry Trees in bloom in front of my office
~A bubble bath and John Coltrane
~Mani Pedi day
~Hot biscuits with butter and jam
~Going to bed before 11 on a "school night"

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Road Rage

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Road rage is a very common thing in the City of Angels and there is nothing angelic about it. I'm not one to talk, on my five mile drive to work, I often find myself yelling "Really Dude" at the various obstacles in my way.. old men in BMWs reading the newspaper while driving two miles an hour, douche bag agents on their headsets running through stop signs.. and even though I hate to admit it, the ocational crossing guard who helps school children cross the road but keeps me at a stand still for a good five minutes.

I understand the antsy-ness we all get in our cars, we all feel invisible through our thick steel doors and plated glass windows. But something happened today on my drive that I don't understand. As I was driving down Olympic ( a wide three lane road) the car behind me for some reason felt that my going 50 in a 40 zone wasn't fast enough and proceeded to ride my ass for several blocks. He then tried to swerve to the right lane and pass me there. Now, I can't see the driver in question but I'm imaging that they fit one of two scenarios:

A) A middle aged a-hole in a Maserati who feels the need to show off the power of his car to feel comfortable with his bald head and beer belly, or
B) A tiny blonde LC wannabe in a Mercedes on her cell phone who's recapping last nights episode of American Idol and just isn't paying attention to the road at hand.

But it's neither, the answer is C) a very flamboyant man with a tall head of hair and blonde highlights to high heaven, driving a Saab Convertible with a tiny Terrier in his lap.. that's right a Terrier! This man as he drives past me to cut me off is yelling and his Terrier is barking and scolding me too. It was the host hilarious sight I think I have seen. This is the first time I have experienced road rage from a queeny owner and a queeny dog simultaneously. God.. I love LA

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

My Weekday Boyfriend

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So lately Tony has been working A LOT. It's not unusual for him to get home from work around 9 or sometimes even 10. At first I tried waiting for him to come home so we could eat together but then I started to binge on goldfish crackers and apples and peanut butter for 3 hours, and realized this was probably not healthy. It's taken a while but I finally got into a groove and have this funny little weekday routine down. I wouldn't say it's ideal, because it's not at all, it's hard not spend any quality time with your significant other during the weekdays which is why I've started to to refer to Mo as my "weekday boyfriend." So my weekday usually consists of this:

I get home to find Mo happily waiting for me by the door ( I swear this animal is a dog trapped inside a cats body), I feed him, fumble through the mail which usually consists of bills and weird home craft magazines from the tenant before us. After this, I make dinner and make a plate for myself then a plate for Tony and cover it with foil and stick in the fridge. From there I eat dinner and catch up on all my girlie netflix Tony would never want to watch with my weekday boyfriend. After Mo and I get some good quality snuggle time in, I take a bubble bath to the tune of Ella Fitzgerald and then clime into bed and read my book. About this time.. Tony comes home and just starts to decompress from his 12 hour day right as I've fully forgotten the woes of my workday.

I know all this cat talk sounds a little bonkers .. trust me.. many times I imagine myself in 50 years, wandering around an old house filled with nick knacks and cats in every nook and cranny and when people come over I introduce the cats as my "boyfriends" and I get a little scared for my future. And if that ever happens to me I hope someone is kind enough to check me into cat rehab, but for now I have to say my weekday boyfriend is a great companion, chick flick buddy and dinner date and he'll have to hold me over until my hubby can find a job that doesn't require slave labor hours.

Monday, March 10, 2008

Grandpa Jack

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To all 5 readers who have probably stopped tuning in due to my lack of blog posts, I apologize. The past month has been a bit hectic and busy. In February I flew up to the Bay Area to be with my family for the last week of my grandfather's life, which was an honor to be present at. The following weeks were spent taking care of family members and flying back for funeral and memorials. Going through my grandfather's death was definitely a learning experience as I have never been witnessed someone go through the process of dying before. It was really hard to watch my grandfather be in tremendous pain and suffering, but although it was hard, there were little bits of wonderful that shined through. For example the last few days of his life, he became completely despondent and stopped talking. One of the days I was in the hospital, he didn't talk all day but at one point grabbed my hand pulled me to him and whispered "I love you" followed by a long pause and then said "so much." It was heartbreaking and wonderful. Just by hearing him say that, it made the pain of being there even more bearable.

Anyway, not that I want to go on and on telling sad stories, but long story short...It was an incredibly humbling experience, that made me want to savor every minute of time I have on this planet. It also (once again) put into perspective what's really important which is family and friends and health.

Much more happy/funny stories to come in the coming months I promise. :)