Just a quick update to say that moving everything you own (minus one couch currently in another city) while it is POURING rain is no fun. No fun at all.
In related news, I have way too much crap.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Yes, This Is What You Think It Is!
I was so shocked when I saw it! He had our waitress on Valentine's Day bring it out with dessert. We had a conversation a while ago, and he was telling me that he wants to be with me and all that stuff, and I basically said yeah whatever, that's only words. He was like, "So you want actions?" And I sure got one, huh?
After I freaked out a little when I saw it, he said, "I'm not talking about tomorrow, or even two years from now. I just want to be clear with you, this is what I want. I want you to know my intentions."
He did an absolutely amazing job with this ring too. He noticed that I wear pearls a lot, so he asked me why. I explained to him about birthstones, and how me and Nana had the same birthday, so it's a connection to her as well. This was in like December. He spent forever looking for it too. Then he figured out what size to get from another ring I have, that just happened to fit his pinkie.
I also had a two feet tall bouquet in a giant glass vase at work. He dropped it off when I was at lunch, along with a gift bag with a bag of hot cheetos and some hummus and a card that plays Unchained Melody! (That song that goes "Ooooooooh, my loooooove, my daaaarling, I've hungered forrrrr yourrrrrrr touch...") It was PERFECT! People at work were like "Cheetos...?" I'm like "I would WAY rather get something that he knows I love than generic chocolates that I don't like anyway!" So basically he is amazing. Yay!
After I freaked out a little when I saw it, he said, "I'm not talking about tomorrow, or even two years from now. I just want to be clear with you, this is what I want. I want you to know my intentions."
He did an absolutely amazing job with this ring too. He noticed that I wear pearls a lot, so he asked me why. I explained to him about birthstones, and how me and Nana had the same birthday, so it's a connection to her as well. This was in like December. He spent forever looking for it too. Then he figured out what size to get from another ring I have, that just happened to fit his pinkie.
I also had a two feet tall bouquet in a giant glass vase at work. He dropped it off when I was at lunch, along with a gift bag with a bag of hot cheetos and some hummus and a card that plays Unchained Melody! (That song that goes "Ooooooooh, my loooooove, my daaaarling, I've hungered forrrrr yourrrrrrr touch...") It was PERFECT! People at work were like "Cheetos...?" I'm like "I would WAY rather get something that he knows I love than generic chocolates that I don't like anyway!" So basically he is amazing. Yay!
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Take Me Home
I have a place to live! I am so excited! Of course, this means that I have to move again, but that is just a detail at this point. My rent is going to be half of what I've been paying for the last year. That is so awesome. Ricardo's talking about how we need to buy a new bed, because apparently mine is not comfortable. This is coming from the guy who didn't even have a bed in his bedroom because the floor is good for his back or something. I wasn't listening to that crazy talk.
But so our place is tiny. Really small. He was thinking that we should get a king sized bed, and I was like, "And put it where, exactly? Were you planning to use the closet? Because I sure am." Not to mention that he wants to buy a bed first thing, and we don't even have other furniture essentials. Like a table. Or chairs. I'm not even sure my couch will fit in the living room. It's a very long couch. I need to break out the measuring tape.
Things are looking up indeed.
But so our place is tiny. Really small. He was thinking that we should get a king sized bed, and I was like, "And put it where, exactly? Were you planning to use the closet? Because I sure am." Not to mention that he wants to buy a bed first thing, and we don't even have other furniture essentials. Like a table. Or chairs. I'm not even sure my couch will fit in the living room. It's a very long couch. I need to break out the measuring tape.
Things are looking up indeed.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Bittersweet Symphony
After the holidays were all over and we had to return to normal life, Ricardo and I began to discuss our relationship and its future. For a while now, I've been wanting to move to a cheaper apartment, especially since my landlord still has not seen fit to repair our water-damaged front door. Dalyne was on board with moving to a cheaper place, but then she changed her mind. I was in a bit of a bind at that point, and Ricardo brought up us moving in together. I went back and forth and back again for weeks, and then finally decided that it is what I want to do.
So there it is. I am going to move in with Ricardo. My lease is up at the end of this month, and we are currently applying to an apartment. I hope like hell that we get it, because it is incredibly hard to find places that will accept a cat here. And there is such a short time that apartments are available. Basically, no one gives more than thirty days notice, so you have to try to find a place the month before you need to move. It is very stressful.
On top of that stress, last week I got the flu. Like hardcore sickness. I was completely fine on Monday, and then on Tuesday I went down in flames. I had (still have actually) a hacking, deep-chested cough that sounds like parts of my lungs are going to come out, I was running a fever for three days, and I was bone-tired. I did not get out of bed nor was I even really lucid for three days. And those three days just happened to fall on the three days when all of the new apartment listing were coming out. Ricardo really came through though, he would go and see like six places and narrow it down to ones that would meet my level of acceptability.
I found out two nights ago that right after I was done being really really sick, him mom, who lives outside of Mexico City, was rushed to the hospital and is currently in a fucking coma! I don't even know. His family isn't telling him much because they want him to stay here, but that is adding to his frustration, not to mention the fact that whatever he is imagining is (I hope) worse than reality.
So, all in all, this should be a happy time for us, but it is really just very stressful.
So there it is. I am going to move in with Ricardo. My lease is up at the end of this month, and we are currently applying to an apartment. I hope like hell that we get it, because it is incredibly hard to find places that will accept a cat here. And there is such a short time that apartments are available. Basically, no one gives more than thirty days notice, so you have to try to find a place the month before you need to move. It is very stressful.
On top of that stress, last week I got the flu. Like hardcore sickness. I was completely fine on Monday, and then on Tuesday I went down in flames. I had (still have actually) a hacking, deep-chested cough that sounds like parts of my lungs are going to come out, I was running a fever for three days, and I was bone-tired. I did not get out of bed nor was I even really lucid for three days. And those three days just happened to fall on the three days when all of the new apartment listing were coming out. Ricardo really came through though, he would go and see like six places and narrow it down to ones that would meet my level of acceptability.
I found out two nights ago that right after I was done being really really sick, him mom, who lives outside of Mexico City, was rushed to the hospital and is currently in a fucking coma! I don't even know. His family isn't telling him much because they want him to stay here, but that is adding to his frustration, not to mention the fact that whatever he is imagining is (I hope) worse than reality.
So, all in all, this should be a happy time for us, but it is really just very stressful.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Breath Again
Ok so, let me start this by saying that I love Toni Braxton. I owned her CD and you can bet that I belted out "Un-Break My Heart" along with the rest of us and desperately wished I could look as awesome in torn-to-shreds jeans. So when I saw this picture, my heart nearly did break:
I didn't even believe that it WAS Toni Braxton at first, but the Fug Girls do not lie, nor would they be so cruel. Wanting to un-break my own heart, I did a little digging and found out that Toni Braxton did, in fact, wear this hideous dress, but for a fantastic reason that sort of made me love her even more. It turns out that Campbell's Soup decided to participate in the Red Dress thing for heart health awareness. Part of this was that they would have "designer" Lisa Perry design three dresses that people would vote on and then the winning dress would be worn to this event. Since Toni Braxton actually has heart health issues, she decided that she would wear the winning dress, before even seeing what would be afflicted upon her. Brave woman, since she ended up looking like she hauled herself down to Mexico and went crazy at Papa's and Beer.
So the "designer" Lisa Perry, came up with these dresses for the public to vote on (I don't know what's going on with the watermark. Computers still baffle me sometimes.):
Now, I think that the little red dress would have been a thousand times better on the TINY Toni Braxton, (seriously, she's like four feet tall) but does run the risk of making her looks a little too much like a tomato for my liking. And I'm not sure how I would have felt about a GIANT SPOON across Toni Braxton's stomach, like what image does that send? That she eats a lot? That her stomach is convex?
I don't think we need to discuss the third option, other than to say JESUS CHRIST LISA PERRRY WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?
And really. Take a look at her "collection".
Pamala and I had the following conversation about the collection:
me: lisa perry needs to be slapped
Pamala: i just want to stick up for the woman
who was the musical god for me
when i was like 9-11
me: oh you know i had her cd
and belted along to every word
Pamala: i had the tape
me: oh snap
(link to lisa perry's site)
HAVING THE EXACT SAME DRESS WITH DIFFERENT COLORS DOES NOT
MAKE YOU A DESIGNER
Pamala: ew
me: oh my god
i am so MAD at these dresses!
Pamala: those are the ugliest dresses EVER
did lisa perry not learn anything from the candy episode of project runway earlier this
season
We can't explain why these dresses are so ugly, why Lisa Perry was chosen to design the Campbell's dress, or why Toni Braxton didn't throw a diva-fit and refuse to wear such an ugly dress. But I seriously love that she sucked it up and was like, "I said I would wear the winning dress. Damn my big mouth." and then thanked God that she didn't have to wear the giant label dress. Toni Braxton, I love you. For real.
I didn't even believe that it WAS Toni Braxton at first, but the Fug Girls do not lie, nor would they be so cruel. Wanting to un-break my own heart, I did a little digging and found out that Toni Braxton did, in fact, wear this hideous dress, but for a fantastic reason that sort of made me love her even more. It turns out that Campbell's Soup decided to participate in the Red Dress thing for heart health awareness. Part of this was that they would have "designer" Lisa Perry design three dresses that people would vote on and then the winning dress would be worn to this event. Since Toni Braxton actually has heart health issues, she decided that she would wear the winning dress, before even seeing what would be afflicted upon her. Brave woman, since she ended up looking like she hauled herself down to Mexico and went crazy at Papa's and Beer.
So the "designer" Lisa Perry, came up with these dresses for the public to vote on (I don't know what's going on with the watermark. Computers still baffle me sometimes.):
Now, I think that the little red dress would have been a thousand times better on the TINY Toni Braxton, (seriously, she's like four feet tall) but does run the risk of making her looks a little too much like a tomato for my liking. And I'm not sure how I would have felt about a GIANT SPOON across Toni Braxton's stomach, like what image does that send? That she eats a lot? That her stomach is convex?
I don't think we need to discuss the third option, other than to say JESUS CHRIST LISA PERRRY WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?
And really. Take a look at her "collection".
Pamala and I had the following conversation about the collection:
me: lisa perry needs to be slapped
Pamala: i just want to stick up for the woman
who was the musical god for me
when i was like 9-11
me: oh you know i had her cd
and belted along to every word
Pamala: i had the tape
me: oh snap
(link to lisa perry's site)
HAVING THE EXACT SAME DRESS WITH DIFFERENT COLORS DOES NOT
MAKE YOU A DESIGNER
Pamala: ew
me: oh my god
i am so MAD at these dresses!
Pamala: those are the ugliest dresses EVER
did lisa perry not learn anything from the candy episode of project runway earlier this
season
We can't explain why these dresses are so ugly, why Lisa Perry was chosen to design the Campbell's dress, or why Toni Braxton didn't throw a diva-fit and refuse to wear such an ugly dress. But I seriously love that she sucked it up and was like, "I said I would wear the winning dress. Damn my big mouth." and then thanked God that she didn't have to wear the giant label dress. Toni Braxton, I love you. For real.
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