Friday, September 30, 2011

Reasons to Smile

Many reasons to be happy today, other than the fact that it's Friday and one can always find happiness with the weekend here, right?

The Beckster flew in from Maui to San Diego this morning! I went and picked her up and she is now sleeping peacefully at my house until I get off work and then it's time to hit the town!



I got an email this morning saying that my new camera will be delivered today! I wasn't expecting it until next week, so this is a very nice surprise!

Canon EOS Rebel T2i Camera  3.7 Frames Per Second  HD Video 1920x1080

V-Dizzle asked me if I wanted to go hike Torrey Pines tomorrow...
Um... This view?


With this guy?


Sign. me. up.

I hope you all have an amazing weekend.
Happy October!
xoxo

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Photog Time

I finally did it.
I took the plunge!
I did my research and compared (ok, so maybe I only spoke with 3 people and checked out 3 websites in the matter of 24 hours, but still. Research is research.)

Ladies and Gents,
Mish is now the proud owner of (or will be in 3-5 business days) the:

Canon EOS Rebel T2i

Canon EOS Rebel T2i Camera  3.7 Frames Per Second  HD Video 1920x1080


I'm super duper excited for my new hobby to unfold.
Now that I'm out of school, I have so much free time on my hands.
A little less drinking, a little more learning...
I think this can be good. Real good.

xoxo

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Sprinkles


Roomie took me to this place called Sprinkles yesterday in La Jolla.
She was ranting and raving about how they have the best cupcakes in the world.
First off, I have never been a cupcake fan. Or cake fan. Or anything with frosting for that matter.
So I wasn't too jazzed about going to this calorie infested joint.
But when I walked in and saw the loveliness of it all: the colors! the decor! the sparkles!, all thoughts of damage to my scale went out the window.
I couldn't resist. And I'm glad I didn't.
I got the Carrot Cake Cupcake.
Oh my Heavens, it was amazing.
No, seriously. Amazing.
If you live in:
Beverly Hills - Newport Beach - La Jolla - Chicago - Palo Alto - Dallas - Houston - Scottsdale - Washington DC - New York - Pantry:
Then go forth and cupcake.
You won't be sorry.


xoxo

Monday, September 26, 2011

My Saturday

Saturday morning, "V" and I went to breakfast at Hash House.
Aside from the slight hangover I was enduring, it was amazing, to say the least.
Well worth the 45 minute wait.
The portions they give you could feed a small army. True story.



After breakfast, we went to Balboa Park, picked a spot on the grass and just laid there.
After a few minutes of complete silence (because I'm pretty sure he fell asleep), I was staring up at the sky and I thought to myself: This is nice.
I realized that I'm always doing something. Whether it be texting on my phone, reading my Kindle, talking to someone, I rarely take the moment to just BE.
So I did.
And it was amazingly peaceful.
Laying there, listening to the bells ringing, the dogs barking, the frisbee players running back and forth on the grass, and children laughing... it was perfect.
All the while, staring up at this gorgeous sky, feeling the warm sun on my face.
Ahh...I wished that moment could have lasted forever.


It's times like that that make me remember to take a breath, relax, and just enjoy the moment because soon it will pass and I'll be back to the hustle and bustle of my daily routines and distractions.

I hope you all have an amazing Monday and can find a moment or two to just sit, listen, and enjoy!

xoxo

Friday, September 23, 2011

Finally!!

Roomie and I found our new home!!!!
As of October 8th, we will be official residents of Downtown San Diego!
We are $2000 poorer (is that a word?), but very excited!
We signed our lease yesterday with a lady that looks like this, except...you know, with clothes on...


To give you an idea of where we'll be living...
Our new place will be just a few blocks from the Padres stadium.


The Trolley comes right by our place as well. So if I wanted to, I could take that straight to work in Old Town. I can get a monthly pass for $72 and save tons of mula on gas.


Or, since I'm only 4.3 miles from work, I could also start riding my bike and bring out my inner Lance Armstrong (and also maybe lose those extra 5lbs I've been carrying around). A few years ago, Fasha bought me a red Giant road bike. It even has the click-ins for the shoes. Pretty pro, I know. I once did a 26 mile bike ride, then basically never touched the thing again. But! It's never too late to bring.it.back.


Endless possibilities with our new place.
I think this will be a great year.
For those of you who care (basically only my Mutha), here are pictures of the new place!

We're on the 3rd floor, and from our balcony we can see the Coronado bridge.


We really wanted granite counter tops and stainless steel appliances...
you know, so it could be nice for all the cooking we do...yeah...


This one is my room. Love that it has ceiling fans in both rooms.

This is Roomie's room. We also fell in love with the doors. Aren't they darling?

Have a great weekend, friends!!
xoxo

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Lies and a Strip Club

I have a confession to make.
I lied to "V."
Sort of.
Okay, yes I did.
But let me explain.

The other night, I was sitting on my bathroom counter and staring intently at every pore on my face.
I went a little crazy at this one spot on my nose.
I couldn't stop. It was just so gratifying.
Bad, bad idea.
Because the next morning, I woke up looking like this:
(P.S. This picture does NOT do the damage justice)

Normally, I wouldn't care. But this day happened to be a significant day for me.
"V" invited me to go to dinner and a concert with him.
I would be seeing him in mere hours and this thing was getting worse by the minute.
I couldn't admit to him that I had been squeezing and picking at my face like that of a meth addict.
I also couldn't NOT say anything and expect the guy not to notice the swamp on my nose.
It would be better to address it first so as to get the awkwardness out of the way.
So what comes blurting out of my mouth?
"I may or may not have burned myself with my curling iron."
Technically, I didn't blatantly lie.
It was his choice to believe the "may" and not the "may not" part.
I just didn't correct him.
Don't judge me.
Moving on.

This week it is San Diego Restaurant Week.
Several restaurants are participating and offer several selections from their menu at a discounted price.
We went to the Gaslamp Strip Club.


I've been wanting to go there for awhile now so I was really excited he made reservations for this place!
The restaurant had a nice ambiance to it.
We got to pick an appetizer (salad), main course (steak), side dish (potatoes), and dessert (cheesecake) all for just $30/person.
They bring the meat of choice and uncooked garlic bread to your table to which you are supposed to then take over to this fancy grill and cook it yourself.


Since we all know I'm not the best cook in the world, it was easily decided that he could cook the steaks and I would handle the garlic bread.
But I got to "throw it on the grill" so I could feel like I was a part of it.
Yum. Beef Juice.





I had the SIMPLE task of cooking the garlic bread on the grill.
And what do I do?
Burn it of course.
Because it's me. And I got distracted. And he had to remind me to flip it over.
Burnt garlic bread, anyone?


It's nice to know he enjoyed it so much.


Good food. Fun atmosphere. I'd definitely go again.
Afterwards we went to a Twin Shadow concert at The Casbah.
I had never heard of them before, but surprisingly it was a great show.
Indie Rock kind of feel to it.





Have a great day, lovers!
xoxo

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

PMS Rambling.

As some of you may know, I don't usually half-ass things in the "Emotions" department.
I'm sensitive and passionate and not afraid to show it.
But once a month, that side of me multiplies by 10.
Here's how you know it's "that time."

A) I get highly irritated over small things.
For example, I was on the phone with a woman this morning and asked her name. 
First of all, when someone asks your name, do you only give your last name? Apparently, she does.
"Robertson. R-O-B-E-R-T-S-O-N."
Yes, lady, I know how to effing spell "Robertson," and I highly doubt you've somehow morphed into a One-Named person like "Cher" or "Prince," so give me your effing first name, stupid!
(Harsh name calling, I know. Don't blame me, blame the hormones.)
"Ma'am, can I please have your first name?"
She then proceeds to mumble something, without following up on how to spell it, that sounds like "Lydia."
So then I'm left there, frantically searching in my system for a "Lydia (Lidia?) Robertson" to no avail as she continues to explain her furniture problems to me.
I had to cut her off before she went too far.
"Can you please spell that for me, ma'am?"
She pauses as if she's shocked I would even ask that then responds with a slight irritation in her voice that leads me to believe she think's I'M the stupid one for not knowing how to spell her first name.
"Vivia. V-I-V-I-A. Vivia."
VIVIA?! What kind of crap name is that? And how does one think I need spelling for "ROBERTSON" and not "VIVIA"??
I had to bite my tongue and shake my head for a few moments before I could muster up my award winning acting skills and continue to make her day better.
(Do you see what I mean? Hormones, people!)

B) I get highly emotional over small things.
The other day, I was listening to Adele while at work. I found myself getting teary eyed and thinking, "My God, she has the voice of an angel. I could cry right here, right now just listening to this sweet, sweet melody. She sings with such passion, with her heart and soul poured into every lyric."
I quickly had to change the song and pull myself away from the edge of an emotional meltdown.
I somehow doubt my coworkers would understand me through my tears and babble when I say, "I'm fine, I'm fine, it's just Adele...she's so b-b-beautiful..."
(Except maybe The Vickster because she's cool like that.)

C) I somehow justify eating anything and everything.
I'd like to say I'm pretty strict with what I eat....about 25 days a month.
I watch what I eat, how much I eat, and plan my day accordingly.
But for those other days, without fail, this overwhelming urge to eat takes over and it can't be stopped.
Last weekend, a group of us went out Downtown and I looked at "V", with an intensity in my eye, and said,
"I need you to listen to me closely. In the next few hours, I know I'm going to say something along the lines of: 'I need (insert fast food) and I need it now!' But you must ignore my oh-so-persuasive ways and tell me 'NO.' Okay? I'm serious here. Do not let me eat (insert fast food)!!"
He stared at me with a slight look of "this lady has gone psycho on me" but kindly obliged.
Fast forward 2 hours and we've somehow managed to be sitting in the drive-thru for Carl's Jr.
As I'm about to lean out my window and order a spicy chicken sandwich, chili cheese fries, and a bean and cheese burrito, "V" quietly and gently said, "Are you sure you want to eat this? Didn't you say earli---"
I quickly cut him off with what I can only assume was a slight demonic look in my eyes and these three simple words, "I want it."
Something in my fierce words must have told him to close his mouth, sit back, and let me continue with my order.

Let me formally apologize to those who are on the receiving end of my crazy, PMS-ing ways. Just know, it's not the real me, it's the hormone enraged crazy person that comes around once a month; give it a few days, she'll be gone and the real, sweet, emotionally-stable, skinny version will be back.

xoxo



Monday, September 19, 2011

Weekend Highlights

"V" and I went to a new restaurant this weekend called STACKED.


Every table in there has its own iPad where you can order from.
You can build your own pizza, burger, salad, and sandwiches.


Then you "Send to Kitchen" and voila!
They bring it out to you.


The food was pretty good and I really liked the presentation of it.

I think "V" could tell I was like that little kid in an elevator that has to be the one to touch the buttons when it came to the iPad, because he even let me sign his name all fancy like when we checked out.
After about 5 attempts, this is what I came up with:


After lunch, we went to PB and walked 4 miles up and down the beach!
(I know because I measured with my iPhone)
That was probably the most exercise I got all month. Furreal.
We stopped midway to watch the sunset.
Very cliche of us, eh?
It was splendid and quite romantic if I do say so myself!


Yesterday was spent watching the Chargers game.
Unfortunately, they lost.
Fortunately, I don't care enough about football to let it bring me down.
I DO care enough to buy a Chargers shirt from Victoria's Secret though.



Hope you have a great Monday, lovelies!

Friday, September 16, 2011

It's Friday, Friday...


This horribly painful video still manages to bring a smile to my face,
and if it doesn't yours...watch it again....and again; until it does.

Yes, it's Friday...
If only I had to worry about whether I wanted to sit in the front or back seat of my friend's car like my dear friend Rebecca Black.
But alas, there are more pressing matters at hand.
Roomie and I have been non-stop apartment hunting Downtown.
And frankly, I'm beat.
I just want a place to call home.
As we all know, patience is a virtue that was never bestowed upon me.
So you can maybe understand my heightened frustration.
We have looked at over 10 places and with each one something just didn't feel right.
And for $2000/month, it better damn feel right living there.
Am I right or am I right?

We have two more appointments today!
Fingers crossed.


I just need to remember that it will all work out accordingly
and I just need to slow down, take a breath, and stay positive.
On that note, focusing on things that make me smile seems to be quite effective when I'm feeling a little down.
For instance, last night, I got an email from Fasha.
It made me smile that he refers to himself that way now.
Apparently I say it out loud to him and not just on this blog.
Way to go, Dad!



Happy Friday, ya'll.
xoxo

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Bond. John Bond. - 007

Yes, I know it's "JAMES Bond."
But apparently Koreans think differently...


Let me back up a bit and tell you a little story about my Fasha.
You know, this guy:


Pure-Bred Korean.
Although at times he tries to disguise it as much as possible.
For example, with the hat in above picture.
I mean, he even had to text me to tell me he was wearing a hat just so I could recognize him at the airport. Good thing he did, because otherwise I would have mistook him for a common White Man.



Anyway.
Coming to America, he tried to "Americanize" himself as much as possible.
Of course Americans aren't born with the name "Hoon." 
(Yes, his name is Hoon. Rhymes with Moon.)
So Fasha went through a little stint where he told people his name was "Jonathan."
Apparently, we can just change our names whenever we feel like it here.
This is America...let freedom reign.

On top of the love for the "American Name" Jonathan, he had a thing with James Bond. (It's possible he still does)
So much so, that he seemed to incorporate most things with the trademark: 007
His passwords had it...
His email had it...
He would even pretend to talk like him at times:
(Insert Korean accent trying to sound like a British accent)
"The name's Bond....James Bond...."

I never really thought much of it because I assumed he was just a unique and odd individual and hey, whatever floats his Korean boat.

Well guess the eff what??
Fast forward to TODAY.
My phone rings. 
I get a call from a Korean man.
(I can spot those accents from a mile away)
He told me his name was John.
(Yeah, right)
He then gave me his email:
JohnLoo007@_____.com
JOHN.
LOO.
DOUBLE-OH-FREAKING-SEVEN.

It hit me.
Koreans want to be James (John) Bond.
It makes them feel cool and Westernized, I guess.
Maybe they think us silly Americans will be fooled by their sly ways into thinking they're more "American" by changing their names and throwing in random 007 references?
Sure. Whatever makes them happy.


....But uh...They DO know that James Bond isn't American though, right?

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Tell Me How...

I managed to spend this much during August alone:

VONS/GROCERY STORE - $281.89
RANDOM BARS - $443.55
RANDOM RESTAURANTS - $548.96
STARBUCKS - $173.73

SHOES - $161.57
CLOTHES - $499.89
MAKE.UP - $187.39

GRAND TOTAL: I DON'T FREAKING WANT TO KNOW BECAUSE I WILL LITERALLY VOMIT IN MY MOUTH!

Brother made me look at my expenses and spending over the last 6 months. 
People -- I WAS APPALLED. 

What the crap?! 

This is what is going through my mind right now:

-Starbucks: Oh how I love you so...but I really think we need to take a break. Like really. You're making me look bad.
-Okay, I know I joke that I'm an alcoholic in the making...But uh...Maybe it's not such a joke anymore?
-How do I go grocery shopping and STILL. SPEND. THAT. MUCH. AT. RESTAURANTS?!
-I will NOT highlight the shoes category, because those were my new fall boots and I love them.
-But $500 on clothes?!
-I'm seriously about to faint right now.

Mish is going on a DIET. A financial diet, that is.
It's time I either find myself a Sugar Daddy or I make some changes.
Brother and I poked and prodded at these numbers to come up with something far more reasonable for me to live by.
I think it can be done.
I know it can be done.
This can be exciting.
....my confidence is faltering.



WISH. ME. LUCK.

xoxo



Monday, September 12, 2011

News Flash

Something's happening to me,
and I can't quite explain why.

Friday night, Roomie and I decided to NOT go out.
Instead, we made a run to Vons at 9pm and rented a movie.
At least I dressed up for the occasion.


When we got home, we proceeded to have a 
"Chip-Throw-In-Mouth" contest.
I lost.


Saturday, I spent with V Dizzle III.
We went to the beach, NOT to bar hop.
Instead, he taught me about his camera and photography.
Ya know: Iso, The Aperture, Shutter speed.
He let me take a bunch of pictures at the beach to practice.
Needless to say,
I'm pretty pro now.
That evening, we opted to STAY IN.
Watched a movie and took more pictures from his window
that overlooks Downtown San Diego.
Fun times were had.

"Sunday Funday" was filled with football.
His idea, not mine.
BUT! Instead of at a bar,
it was spent on my couch, saving mula.
I even made dinner for the guy.
Which I'm pretty certain he didn't like, 
but he was nice enough to force down 2 servings just to make me feel better.
I never said I was a cook, people.

But what I'm really getting at is, do you notice a trend here?
Mish did NOT go out ALL weekend.
I think turning 25 has really aged me.
I just didn't have the urge.
Instead, I found entertaining things to do, for free.
My Mutha will be so proud.

Hope you all had a great weekend.
Happy Monday!
xoxo

Friday, September 9, 2011

San Diego Blackout

Yesterday was quite the eventful day.
At about 3:35pm, I was at work on a phone call when
BAM
Lights out!
Everything Down.
All of San Diego and some of Orange County lost its power.
Apparently what happened was 2 main power lines that came from Arizona were
"severed."
(or something like that)

I personally thought it was quite exciting.
That is until Roomie and I got home,
stared at each other for about 60 seconds then said,
"What should we do now?"

The sun was setting.
We had to go back to our Olden Day Roots and bust out the candles.


It was cool for about 5 minutes.
Then we stared at each other for another 60 seconds and said,
"Okay really, how did people do this before?"

By the grace of Zeus, we were notified by our good friend Jim:

"CHERRY BOMB BAR: DOWNTOWN. OPEN. CASH ONLY!"

Roomie and I couldn't blow out the candles and scramble to the car fast enough.
Sure enough, after driving through eerily dark and quiet streets, we came across The Cherry Bomb.
People were huddled inside, hoarding their drinks like it was the 1920's Prohibition.
This is a Blackout people, you're still allowed to drink ya know.
There was this old, vintage (and when I say 'vintage' I mean 1990's) truck outside that was used as a source of energy to power up the ol' Jukebox and a small light.
We made it work.
And it twas a grand adventure.

Drinking in the dark can be just as fun, if not more, than drinking by light.
Especially when you're in sweatpants at a public bar.
Someone how it being a "blackout" negated any dress code for me.


Don't be fooled by the light. It's the flash from my iPhone.

I started to get excited:
If the power is not on, that means I can't work!
I can have a free day off!
Roomie and I started making all kinds of plans.
"This is going to be great! We'll have no choice but to get golden and bronzed by the pool!"
But we both agreed that the power would definitely need to come back on by 5pm so we could get ready to go out for the evening. Of course.

To our disappointment, as we were coming home from The Cherry Bomb,
we noticed something: The street light was working.
We got home, and to our dismay, everything was back on.
You could have cut that disappointment with a butter knife (isn't that how the saying goes?).
Ha-rumph.


Oh well, at least it's Friday.
Can't complain there.

Happy Weekend, Friends!
xoxo

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Princess Sophia

I wish I had the energy to be clever.
Especially on a post like this.
Don't get too excited though, I've got a feeling it won't happen.
Maybe it's this lame heat wave that's been going on,
because Hot Damn it's......hot.

_______________________________________________________________

Yesterday was Fasha's wife's birthday.
AKA: Princess Sophia.


I dragged Roomie up to Escondildo with me so I wouldn't have to endure an evening with Full Fledged Koreans alone.
I figured, she's 1/2 Korean too...she'll understand more than my "White Friends."

Peace signs. We fit right in.

The moment I walked into that house...
I couldn't help but wish I had my own reality show.
That way, I could share with the world the amazing moments that were about to happen.
I'll do my best with the next best thing: This Blog.

I went to the backyard where all the Koreans loomed.
Oh, what do we have here?
A BBQ!
Korean BBQ.
Korean AT the BBQ.


But wait. What is that I see?
A man with a....headdress?
Yes. That would be EJ: Princess Sophia's son.
What a Dynamic Duo, those two...


Moving on.
After grabbing some food from the ol' Bar-B-Q,
one would think to get a drink, correct?
So, let's head on over to the drink bin.
Care for some Juice, Beer, Wine, Soda, or Yogurt?
Because you can have it all.
Don't. Mind. If. I. Do.


After grabbing the goods, Roomie and I took a seat...
Now why have I not thought to purchase one of these bad boys for my home?
I mean, it's basically a necessity...
In Southern California...
Where the temperature can get to death defying lows.


Brother, Roomie, and I decided to head inside where we could talk, in English,
and enjoy some wine.
What are these you ask?
Oh, they're goblets.
Because that's how Princess Sophia does it here at her castle.
Wine glasses? Psshh...I spit on those.


A few more moments pass and it's time to present the cake.
Yes, Koreans do birthday cakes too. Weird, right?
Us "Kids" brought out the cake to Princess Sophia.
She was quite happy.
So happy, she wanted to express her gratitude for each one of us.
She proceeded to point at us and say our names before starting her Korean speech.
I kid you not, this is how it went down.
(Insert Korean accent)
Points to Brother: "Matthew.."
Points to EJ: "EJ.."
Points to Katie: "Katie.."
Points to me: .....................................Nothing.
After a very long pause of what I can only assume her trying to remember my name,
(It even got to the point of awkward silence where someone in the back had to whisper my name aloud)
it finally clicked: "Michelle.."
Oh, Princess....how you make my heart grow for you.


I will leave you with this lovely video that Roomie and I created in hopes of sharing a little more magic from this castle of Korean love.
I personally think they don't have ENOUGH decorations in their home.
What do you think?





Happy Thursday, my Friends.
xoxo

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