Thursday, June 30, 2011

Maybe that wasn't such a good idea... drink the entire bottle of wine with Roomie.
And I'm not talkin' normal sized bottle.
I'm talkin' the big cajones bottle.
Every. Last. Drop.

We somehow managed to spend five hours on the patio.
Talking about life, love, crappy men. You know, the usual.
Then there was a bunch of rolling around in the living room actin' a fool.
Then I may or may not have thrown up my life...twice.
Five hours after my head hit the pillow, that mean angry alarm went off.
Oh yeah, it's Thursday. So I DO have to work today...
At least I woke up 2.4 pounds lighter than yesterday?

Happy Thursday, Friends


Don't forget to go HERE to win! Seriously. It's cool. And I will continue reminding you. Every. Day.
Until you're so sick of hearing it you'll just do it.

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Wednesday Rants

Last night, I had a dream I was making out with Ryan Seacrest...
Right now, I'm listening to him on the radio.
It's almost as if I'm listening to my boyfriend....wait, what?

I recently (as in last Friday) discovered that I like Iced Coffee.
Before picking up my brother from jail, I had to stop at Starbucks first. Priorities.
It was so dang hot that day and hot coffee just didn't sound refreshing.
So, as I was talking to the man in the drive-thru, I came to discover that I could get an iced coffee.
As he handed me the cold beverage, I told him that this was my first time.
He then said he had to watch me take the first sip.
Now that I'm typing this, our interaction seems a bit perverted.
So, I took a sip. Paused a moment or two to process. Then, BAM. Customer for life.
Not like I wasn't a Starbucks customer for life anyway...but you get it.
Anyway, this is now my official drink for the Summer.
In case you care. Which, you don't.
Moving on.

Tonight, I'm going to a Zumba class.
This will be my third week in a row that I'm exercising!
It's kind of a big deal since I haven't really done much of any physical activity since THIS DAY.
I am going to try and commit to at least 1 class per week....I don't want to over exert myself or anything.

This is literally the picture that came up when I Googled "Zumba"
I can only hope to be as cool as these Zumba-ers.

It's 7:30am and my phone just buzzed to alert me for a message...It was from my Dad.
It's a voice message. Not voice mail.... voice message that he texted to me. Titled, "Meditation."
I clicked play and this piano music starts.
Then, some man's voice, not my father's, starts talking:
"As we close our eyes and just simply let go, which sounds very simple, but is sometimes very hard to do..."
And that's when I stopped listening.
Moving on.

Riddle me this: At work, we recently received an email from the owner of the company about new HR "dress code" policies.
We can no longer wear tank tops, strapless tops/dresses, spaghetti straps....basically anything that shows those devilish shoulders of ours, so as not to seduce the men, of course. 
Because shoulders are highly sinful.
So now, tell me WHY, yesterday, a woman by the name of....let's just call her "Schmalerie," was walking around, full force, in a tube dress? As if that policy doesn't apply to her at all?
Was it wrong of me to stop her mid-walk and say, with a sweet smile on my face, "Pretty dress!"
Then she stared me down with death daggers and said, "Thanks."
I don't think she likes me.
It's cool.
Here's a picture of her. Not really. But close.

Have a great Hump Day, ya'll =)

Oh, and don't forget to go HERE to win a kick-ass Beach/Sun Shelter for FREEEEEE. 
Pretty bomb dot com.
I know.


Tuesday, June 28, 2011

My first Giveaway!

SoOoOo, as much as I'd love Blogging to be my full time job...I do have a job in the "real world."
One thing I do for my job is to promote:
Part of doing that is running our Lightspeed Tents Facebook Page.
Thus far, I have been working with many other bloggers who do reviews on our beach tents then they host a giveaway.
The response has been quite amazing, actually.
So then I thought, I kind of, sort of have a blog too. Why not promote Lightspeed on MINE?!?

I started our Facebook page only a few months ago and now we have almost 700 followers, thanks to many AMAZING BLOGGERS! (and because I'm kind of awesome at marketing...)

Though I only have about 2.5 serious followers, I still thought it'd be a good idea to shed some more light on

Since it's officially SUMMER, I will be doing a giveaway for our
Lightspeed Quick Draw

I have the pink/brown one and LOVE it.
It's seriously the easiest effing thing to put up, and I am NOT a coordinated individual when it comes to things like this. 
We have been getting  a lot of positive feedback on these products and I want to share it with you!

So, to enter, it's simple:

1. Follow ME
2. "Like" Lightspeed Tents on their Facebook Page
3. Comment on this post to let me know when you've completed both!

If you are already doing the first two, it either means A) You're my mother or B) You're my co-worker.
Though I love you both, you're not eligible to win. Sorry ;)

This giveaway is for NEW peeps who need to realize Lightspeed has some cool shiznit!

P.S. US and Canada residents only, please.
Winner will be announced on July 8th, Friday!

You have a really good chance to win, too, since no one knows about this blog. Really...they don't.

Friday, June 24, 2011

Little Boys and Old People

I hope you're smiling right now. I know I am. It's Friday...need I say more?

So, remember that 21 year old who wouldn't stop texting? I do. You know why I remember?
Because he texted. Again.
After 5 UNRESPONDED TO texts...I finally had to lay it on him.
This is what I said...and I quote:

"A____, listen to me closely. I'm gonna give you a pro tip here. For future references, texting a girl 6 times per every 1 of hers, probably isn't going to go over well for you. To be honest, I thought you were a pretty cool guy and was more than willing to see you again. That is, until you were far too overwhelming with your texts. Then it just turned me completely off...So, in the future, I promise you, playing hard to get will go very far with women. :) good luck!"

Do you think he got the hint? Well...let's take a look at what he responded:

"Lol ok sorry"
no response from me
"Yeah my bad I don't get good service in my barracks so I wasn't sure if they were going through. I appreciate the bluntness."
no response from me
"Sorry about sounding desperate and hope you have a great weekend"
no response from me

Um...yeah. That's a 21 year old boy for ya. Moving on.

Last night, The Vickster and I decided to take on a Step class. You may be thinking: Hah! Step class? Easy! That's a class for old people!!
You are so wrong. So, so wrong. Except about the old people part.
These old, wrinkly people are basically straight out of a pro Richard Simmon's, "Sweatin' to the Oldies" video tape. Except inhumanly buff and non-wrinkly like.
They put us to shame. In a bad, bad way.
We looked like retarded antelopes jumping up and down on a plastic board.
We had several people come up to us at the end of class to congratulate us on what a "great job" we did...I could see the pity leaking from their sweat covered eyeballs.
Though we may have highly embarrassed ourselves, we walked out of there with our heads held high, determined to conquer it one day. Plus, The Vickster told me we burned a good 680 calories in one hour! Score.

I hope you all have fantabulous weekends! 


Thursday, June 23, 2011

If this isn't homo**, then I don't know what is...

I'm speechless.

**In no way, shape, or form, do I have anything against the homosexual men in this world....They should have equal opportunity to get buff too.

No? Yes? Maybe?

Remember when I said I was going to practice saying, "No," in times that I didn't want to do something?
Yeah, well, that went out the window this week.
Last month, I met a guy at Lauren's wedding. His name is Justin.

We danced for a bit at the wedding, then parted ways (probably because of all the alcohol that was flowing through my veins, which then turns me into a dancing machine and moving all over the dance floor).
Anyhoo, it wasn't but a mere 2 weeks after the wedding that I saw him again.
He came down to San Diego to go to a Padres game with me and some friends.
We hit it off. Constant conversation. Constant laughing (because I'm HILARIOUS).
He's fun, funny, and highly intelligent.
There was some flirting, some kissing, yadda yadda...usual "first date" shenanigans.

You're probably wondering what all of this has to do with me not saying, "No."
Or maybe you're not, because you don't really care. But whatever, I'm going to tell you anyway.
Justin made it very clear that he was "in to me." I don't know how else to put it that doesn't sound cheesy.
He told me how it's so "rare" to find someone like me (corny) and that he feels like he's known me forever (even cornier).
I don't know why, but as soon as I knew exactly how he felt, I sort of just "didn't feel it" anymore.
The game was over.
No chase.
I'm a competitive person, but there was nothing to "compete" for, if that makes sense.
Fast forward 3 weeks to yesterday.
Earlier in the week, Justin asked if I wanted to grab dinner because he was going to be in the area.
At the time, I didn't really want to.
At the time, I should have practiced saying, "No."
But, of course, I say, "Sure! Where? When? See you there!" (Not necessarily in that order)

So I went.
And to my surprise, I actually had a really good time.
Again, conversation was flowing, laughs were aplenty.

(Also, side note: He used to be in the Air Force and is moving to SD in 2 weeks to "train" for a month with some high up government job where he then has to go to Afghanistan for 5 months and help them find bad people...something like that.)

So, then I reminded myself: "Michelle, remember when you said being honest was a good thing? How about try that out."
As we were on the subject of me talking about that  21 year old from last weekend and how he came on far too strong in the beginning which totally turned me off, I took that opportunity to then switch it over to me and my feelings.
So, I basically laid it out there and explained how I felt. I won't bore you with the details, but I made sure to cover these bullet points:
  • You came on very strong in the beginning, which then made me take a step back
  • You're moving to Afghanistan for FIVE months and I refuse to date anyone long distance
  • I'm turning 25 next month and am attempting to stay single for a good amount of time
He took it very well and agreed with all of my bullet points.
I felt proud for speaking the truth.
I would imagine after hearing that, you'd think the person would understand that we're just friends now then, right?
Well, then tell me why he KISSED ME when I went to hug him goodbye?!
I kid you not, I literally pulled away mid-peck and made some awkward noise like, "Eehhh." (That of course was me saying, "No thank you, Sir. I do not wish to partake in this kiss.")
I didn't even mean to do that!! It just happened. I'm so effing rude. But really, how hard is it NOT to slobber when it's just a closed-mouth-peck??
Then, HE says, "Oh, just deal with it!" Followed with something along the lines of: wink, wink, smile, smile, laugh, laugh
So, I give an awkward laugh and run to my car and drive away.
God, could I be more awkward? Probably not. Awkward is my middle name. I guess it makes for some good blogging material.

That's all...just another day in the life of Michelle...

Happy Thursday!

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Time for a little Fill in the "A thru Z"

Found this little Filler-inner.
Thought it'd be fun to share.

Age: 24 (for only 31 more days. Yikes)

Bed size: Queen

Chore you hate: Any and all. But, mostly doing the dishes. Ew.

Dogs: I will not subject a poor dog to a home with no yard, no matter how much Roomie begs me.

Essential start of your day: Hitting the snooze button at least 3-5 times.

Favorite color: Black. I’m so mysterious, I know.

Gold or silver: Silver

Height: 5'3 1/2", but I always tell people 5'4" (as if that extra 1/2 inch makes me that much cooler??)

Instruments I play (or have played): Piano since 5. Flute for about 3 months. Saxaphone for 5th grade band (can you say nerd?). Recorder for 6th grade. Handbells for some other grade (apparently, my school was very big on music). Guitar for about a year in High School when my friends and I thought we could start a band. Don’t judge me.

 Job title: Business Developer(?) slash customer service-er slash whatever else they ask me to do that’s highly random?

Kids: Absolutely…just give me like 5 years to grow up.

Live: San Diego, California

Mom's name: Carol Lynn Lim. AKA: Mutha (on my blog), Mamma (most of the time), Mammacita (when I feel a Spanish flare coming on), Mother (when I'm angry or trying to get her attention).

Nickname: Mish (pronounced “meesh”), Shella (dad), Shelly (mom), Sex Goddess (everyone else).

Overnight hospital stays: Maybe like Day 1-3 of my life here on this Earth?

Pet peeve: People being late. Irks me greatly.

Quote from a movie: Anything from Zach Galifianakis. Love him.

Right or left handed: Righty-Tighty

Siblings: Matthew (31), Michael (26), Mai Li (22) - All engaged, remember?

Time you wake up: Mon thru Fri-6:30am, Sat & Sun – hopefully never before noon.

Underwear: Commando. All day, every day. Jay Kay. Granny Panties.

Vegetables you dislike: Tomatoes = ew.

What makes you run late: I am NEVER late. Ever.
Except that one day 2 weeks ago when my alarm didn’t go off. Fail.

X-rays you've had done: Teeth. Neck and back (my dad’s a Chiropractor, he’s kind of a big deal).

Yummy food you make: One good thing I got from my (ex)(ex)boyfriend were his mother’s recipes. Yum. Homemade baked Mac n Cheese. (drool)

Zoo animal: Does Shamu count?

When to say "No."

I've always had a hard time saying no to people.
But my brother recently had a talk with me about the importance of being honest.
Not only to others, but to myself.
He was mostly referring to the fact that I have always had a hard time telling a guy when I'm not interested.
He told me that men would much rather know the brutal truth than to have any false hope.

For example, this past weekend, I met this guy. Oddly enough, his name was Aaron. Cute, tall, funny.
He was sweet and also bought me flowers. In Downtown San Diego. What the heck am I supposed to
do with flowers? Carry them around all night? Regardless, it was a nice gesture.
Anyway, I gave him my phone number. I figured, what the heck, he's cool.
Turns out he's a mere baby at the tender age of 21.
No thanks.
He. Will. Not. Stop. Texting!
Seriously, he texts about 6 messages to every ONE of mine.

"How are you?"
No response.
No response.
"What are you up to today?"
No response.

I was talking about this to my Brother and he was perplexed on why I couldn't just tell this to the guy.
I said I didn't want to hurt his feelings so I would rather just ignore the texts and then he'll "get the hint." Right?
Then Brother ranted and raved about how if I could just be honest with him NOW, it could save him and prepare him for FUTURE women he may meet and hopefully not creep them out with his incessant texting.
I suppose that makes sense. I'm sure there's a diplomatic way to relay that message to him.

Anyway, I am vowing to myself to be honest with my feelings and to know that it's okay to be honest with others as well.
Wouldn't I want people to be honest with me? Of course. So I can only assume that others would like the truth as well.

I tried out this newly acquired skill the other day with my friend. Let's just call her "A."
"A" recently told me that her lease is ending this week and won't be getting a new place until August 1st.
She asked me if she could stay with me and Roomie so she wouldn't be "homeless."
Stay with us? For 30+ days? On our couch? In our little townhouse? Yikes.
When she initially brought this up the other week, I kind of, sort of, said it would maybe be okay.
Then we never talked about it again. I was hoping she somehow found somewhere else to stay.
I was wrong. She brought it up again this weekend with all indications pointing towards her staying.
I took a DEEEEEEEEEP breath and said (actually texted),

"'A', I am more than okay with you staying with me for a few days, maybe even a week, to get some extra time to make other arrangements. I just don't think any longer than that is such a great idea. There just really isn't that much space and Roomie and I aren't very comfortable with someone on our couch for such a long period of time. I would be happy to help you look for places while you're here, though."

I just about had a mini panic attack while waiting for her response.
To my surprise, she seemed pretty understanding about it all. And I'm pretty sure I didn't lose a friend over my new "honesty policy." I hope. We'll see. Now that I think about it, I haven't heard from her since that convo. Hopefully all is well. Ugh.

Point is, there's a difference between doing a favor for a friend and then being taken advantage of. Not necessarily saying "A" was trying to do that, but I don't know...30+ days on someone's couch seems a bit excessive. Am I wrong? Am I not being a good friend by letting her stay?


I'm gonna need a Margarita or 3 tonight.

Hope you all have AMAZING Tuesdays!


Sunday, June 19, 2011

Happy Father's Day!

I asked my Dad what he wanted to do for Father's Day.
He said, "Just hang out, go to eat, and see a movie."
So then I asked him what he felt like eating.
He said, "Something fancy. No pizza place or anything like that." (um..because we eat pizza all the time?)
As Ace Ventura would say: Alllllllllrighty then. "Fancy" it is!

I love you, Fasha!

Happy Father's Day to all of the Dads out there!
You make this world a better place.
Well...most of you do.
Enjoy the day with your loved ones!


(Just you wait till tomorrow's post about my DRAMA filled weekend. Yikes.)

Friday, June 17, 2011

Cool? Not so much...

You know what's cool?
Yoga in the park.

You know what's not so cool?
Waking up with a big MOUND of a bump on my forehead from a mosquito bite from said park.
JUST like this one.
...I got a little tan from the park too.

You know what's cool?
Starbucks. Obvi.
You know what's not so cool?
Having them run out of Half n Half.
Asking for more 1/2 n 1/2.
Having them bring you NON-FAT milk.
Not wanting to nag and correct them.
So I leave. Sans 1/2 n 1/2.
Upon getting to work, with my mound of a forehead,
I then proceed to spill coffee, once again, on my desk.

You know what's cool?
It's Friday and I'm pretty sure MOMD will be coming down tonight.
You know what's not so cool?
Having to find out this information from someone other than said Man.
Um...I guess he's just not that into me?
Cool...but not really.

You know what's cool?
Getting a sort-of-maybe promotion, doing something I think I will highly enjoy.
You know what's not so cool?
Not seeing any pay raise for 6 more months. (wtc?)

You know what's cool?
Brother getting engaged in Africa to his awesome ass girlfriend, Katie 

You know what's not so cool?
Having both older brothers engaged and my younger sister as well.
All three of them.
All engaged.
So in love.
And then there's me.
Single as it gets.
...actually, maybe that is cool.
'Cuz IF I ever get married, all eyes on me, BI-ATCHES!!!
You think I'm kidding. I'm not.

Hope your weekends are Uh-MAZE-ING.
If you've got Fathers that you like, hope you get to spend some quality time with them.
If you don't, hope you get to spend some quality time at a bar.

Happy Friday! Hope your day has started out better than mine.


Thursday, June 16, 2011

Thursday Schmursday

I just got off the phone with this lady that works for Costco. She called me about a particular customer of ours. I was instantly annoyed with her because of her voice. She sounded whiny and so unsure of herself. Women like that drive me crazy.I just want to smack her and tell her to man up and be confident in what she's saying!
...deep breath, Michelle. Maybe I just shouldn't care so much about a complete stranger that I'll probably never talk to again in my life.


I think I have a really random blog. I was thinking about this as I was blog stalking yesterday. It seems that most blogs have a common theme for each post. They usually talk about one topic or several topics that seem to tie into each other.
Then I was reading my blog. (Because I'm that vain that I'll read my own blog for entertainment. Kidding....sort of.) I was noticing that I ramble and ramble about random, unimportant things.
Then I was thinking, maybe I should be more structured with my blogs.
But THEN I was thinking, "Who gives a crap?" All 9 of my readers? I'm pretty sure I know 8 out of those 9 readers, and they don't care. Or they probably don't even read this, but have "Followed" me after much harassment so that I can look more popular.
Then I thought. This blog is for me. Not for anyone else. For me. To ramble and rant and rave.
So I will continue to do just that.
I've got 7,256,142 thoughts running through my head and if I don't get them down somewhere, I may look like this:


I went to my first Summer BBQ yesterday. Although, technically, Summer doesn't begin until June 21st.
It was up in Escondido. Which is where I'm from. When I hear the word, "Escondido," I usually think 3 things:
1. EsconDILDO
2. EscoJUANA
3. Ghetto

BUT. Yesterday, I was reminded that there IS beauty to some parts of Escondido. This was at my friend Jared's parent's home. I've known Jared since KINDERGARTEN. His parents are pretty much Baller Status. It was a lot of fun, actually. I saw some people that I haven't seen since High School ('04).

I think we'd make great lovers. According to the picture, Tori would be the man. obvi.
Maybe if I don't find a man of my own, this is the path I will have to take.

Maybe if Tori doesn't find a man....
And then can't find a woman....
She'll resort to this?

Thank you, Jared, for the lovely BBQ =) It was delish!!

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Wednesday. Hump it out.

I'm wearing white pants today.
I felt it to be appropriate because I'm going to a BBQ after work.
White pants + BBQ = ........big messy stain on white pants?
Now I'm thinking it wasn't such a good idea.

Yesterday, after work, I had every intention of going home.
Then my friend Rob texted me asking if I wanted to meet up for a drink.
I debated for about point 2 seconds.
Then the alcoholic in me got back in the car and headed over to McGregor's.
I'm glad I went...and not just because of the Cranberry/Vodka's.
We had some quality conversation.

It's possible I need a Starbucks intervention.
It used to be that I would only go a couple times a week.
Now it's every morning before work.
For real.
Every morning.
It used to be only Grande size.
Now it's Venti.
Every time.
It used to be only the coffee + turkey bacon sandwich.
Now I buy a $326 bottle of Starbucks water too.
And a banana.
What the crap?
I have a solution though.
Everyone just send me Starbucks giftcards.
Done. Problem solved.

4 days left until Father's Day (I just realized this and have yet to get a present. Shoot.)
6 days left until I start the last class of my UOP career to finish my Bachelor's. Holler.
16 days left until my Birthday Month begins. Let the Starbucks giftcards come rollin' in.
25 days left until my bro, my nephew and future sis n law come to CA to visit.
38 days left until I turn a quarter of a century old. Ay dios mio.
39 days left until I fly to Georgia and see my Mutha.
230 days left until Phillip gets his butt back here from Korea.

Enjoy your hump days.
Hope you get a lot of humping in.
Lord knows I won't be.


Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Voicemail from my Korean Father

Read with slight Korean accent:

"Hello Shella, this is Dad. Hey, I was wondering if you were free this Saturday night, because I wanted to invite you to this Korean concert. This lady, her name is So-Jung, she is the Korean Mariah Carey and she's coming to Temecula Community Church. A lot of people are coming and I wanted to share something Korean with you. She can sing Celine Dion songs, THE Titanic, Power of Love, just like Celine Dion, sometimes she even sounds better than Celine Dion! And some Korean songs and American songs, she's incredible. And she's around your age, I believe. So I thought you might be able to relate to her. Okay? I hope you can make it! I would love it if you could come, and you can bring other friends. As many friends as you know, Jenny, and anybody else. Okay? Talk to me. Call me. Love you. Bye."

I can't tell you how much joy this voicemail brought to me.
Of COURSE I can relate to the Celine Dion/Mariah Carey singer because we're the same age. Duh.
I also like how he refers to roomie as "Jenny" when no one else ever calls her that.

Questions on my mind...

Have I already met my future husband? (Is there even a husband in the future picture?)

Will I always be so concerned about the number I see on the scale?

Will there ever be a day when war/hate/fighting doesn't exist?

Are there other life forms outside of this planet?

Is there anyone in this world that doesn't EVER pick their nose?

Will I ever enjoy the taste of tomatoes/sushi/pork?

When will I own my first home?

Will celebrities ever be a "thing of the past" and people can just be people?

Is there someone out there that looks exactly like me?

What happens after I die?

Will my family ever move back to California?

If I keep waiting around because I don't want to settle, will I end up being alone forever?

Can men and women ever REALLY be friends without one or the other at some point in their lives have feelings for each other?

Will I ever get a divorce?

Will I be able to have children? And how many will I have?

Will I live to see the day that we can teleport?

Will I ever get (more)plastic surgery?

Will I ever become a HUGE, GINORMOUS, FAMOUS blogger with more than 9 Followers?

....okay, my head's hurting from all these unanswered questions.

What are YOUR unanswered questions??


Monday, June 13, 2011


Goooooooooooooood Morning, Blogger Family!
I hope ya'll had a great weekend.
Did it go by as fast as mine did?

I'm gonna do a little recap ramble...Grab a drink and some popcorn, this could be a long one...(that's what she said).

So as you all know (or don't), I went to Mexico with my company to celebrate our 15th Annual Factory/Plant opening (or something along those lines..I'm not really sure)...
Me and the Vickster (aka Waldo Twins) hopped on El autob├║s and made our way down across the Border!

Once we got down there, they gave us a tour of the entire factory. I was blown away by what they actually did down there! This is Luis (is that his name? I could be wrong...we all know how horrible my memory is), he was our tour guide and he is in charge of running the whole operation down at the factory.

Everyone was working SO hard. It was very impressive. Props to all of them for being able to do what they do.
Lord knows I couldn't.

After the tour, it was time to eat! In the middle of eating our DELISH authentic MeHican tacos, in comes a Mariachi band!

They. Were. UH-MAY-ZING. No, for real. I was speechless.
Then this guy got up and started dancing.
It was cool.
For like the first 3 minutes.
The next 17 just got awkward...

On our way back, we literally had to get off the bus and physically walk back across the Border so they could check each and every one of our passports. Thankfully, we had yummy caramel apple lollipops to tide us over for the long, treacherous walk. You're welcome.

Friday night, the ladies hit the town! Me, Roomie, Tori,  Jamie (on the left of the picture above), and Susu went Downtown!
It was GRAND.
Sometimes I forget how nice it is to have a Girl's Night.
Message to Jamie: I commend you for getting your boo-tay out of the house! I hope you had the GREATEST NIGHT OF YOUR LIFE. Which, I'm sure you did. Cuz I was there. And I'm pretty fun. So there.
I wish I took more pictures. But this was the only one. Roomie and I took it in the bathroom. Weird? Nah...

Slept in till 11.
Roomie and I went and had Korean BBQ.
It was amazing.
So amazing, that I'm pretty sure I gained 2.4 pounds since Friday.
No really, I did. I weighed myself this morning.
That night, me, Tori, and Roomie went out to PB.
It was pretty fun.
Tori made out with some creeper guy on the dance floor.
We made sure to give her a lot of crap for it.

Had another baby shower to go to.
It was for my friend Tiffany.
I've known her since Kindergarten. Or maybe 1st grade.
She's the first of "us girls" to get preggers!
This was seriously the CUTEST baby shower I've ever been to.
The decorations were amazing and my crappy iPhone pictures do NOT do them justice. 

Great weekend.
Here's to another week and hoping it goes by fast.

P.S. Please take a look at the heck do I spill so much coffee at my desk?
I really amaze myself sometimes...


Friday, June 10, 2011

Nerd Alert and Mexico

I am totally loving my new nerd look.
I was driving home from work yesterday, when the Optometrist called to tell me my new little goodies were ready for pick-up! I turned that car around faster than you could say, "Where's Waldo?" 

I'm going to Mexico today with work to celebrate our15th year celebration at the Factory/Plant.
Let's just say...I hope I don't end up on the wrong side of the border when everyone else gets to go home.
Guess I better leave all my drugs and guns at home today.

It's Friday and that makes Mish a very, very, very happy girl.


Oh! PS...
Yesterday, I remembered that (ex)boyfriend, a.k.a. PIECE OF SH*T, SOB, #*%# D-BAG, has my
So I told Roomie that I wanted it back, but I didn't want to speak to him or see him.
Being the amazing Bestie that she is, she texted him and told him I wanted it.
You know what HE said???
"Well, I want my Foreman Back. I'll be down in a week or two. We can make the switch then."

THE SWITCH??? What is this? Collateral Damage?
Jeez. Whatever. He can have his stupid Foreman grill back!
Ugghhh! That boy IRKS me. Yes, I said, "IRKS."
That's how you know it's serious. 


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