Monday, October 31, 2011

I've gone FULL Asian


Happy Halloween, ya'll.
This is me from Saturday night.
Maybe I was an Asian prostitute.
Maybe I was Kim Jong il's Korean concubine.
Maybe I was a transvestite.
Maybe I was a geisha.
I let others decide.
Regardless, I learned something:
I will never cut my hair. Ever.

P.S. This is me with Brother...or should I say, sister?


Here's a sub par quality photo of the Kim Jong il concubine thing...
ya know, in case you want to go with that story.



xoxo

Friday, October 28, 2011

The Hunger Games


Just watched the preview for this!


Oh, Hunger Games, how I love you so...

Pole Sinsations

Isn't Groupon great?
I think so.
Especially when they give you the opportunity to get down with your stripper self for only $35.00


The Vickster, Sarah, and I signed up, put our booty shorts on, and hit the pole!
{sans hooker shoes, but we're really considering purchasing them for next time}
Our teacher had to have been an ex-stripper.
That 50+ year old woman made those pole dancing moves look easy.
A little too easy, if you know what I mean.


I don't want to brag or anything...
But let's just say that if we lose our day jobs...
we definitely know where to turn for a night job.
You feelin' me?
Pro. Status.



Happy Friday, friends!
Hope you all have an awesome Halloween Weekend!
Can't wait to see all the lovely costumes...
Just you wait until you see mine.

xoxo

Thursday, October 27, 2011

I'm going off 5 hours of sleep.

So don't judge me when this blog post is sub par.

Last night was my turn to cook something new.
(Which, let's face it, everything is new to me when it comes to cooking)
Fortunately, the beautiful Vicki sent on over a lovely recipe.
I got so caught up in all my cooking (aka frantically trying to put this together while Roomie and V-Dizzle watched in amusement) that I forgot to take pictures.
It's okay though, it pretty much looked exactly like these.
Exactly.

Here is the salmon with puff pastry and pesto. Yum.


Here is the rigatoni with bread crumbs and red bell peppers. Yum x2.


Thank you, dear Vicki.
You always know how to help a sista out.

The rest of the evening was spent talking.
And drinking.
And talking some more.
And possibly taking pictures like "those people."
Please take note that picture two is when the alcohol really started flowin'.
Asian glow galore.



Good food.
Good people.
Good night.

Stay tuned for tomorrow's post on Pole Dancing.
Yep.
That's all I'm gonna say.
Can I go back to bed now?

xoxo

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Reason #328 why I love living Downtown...




You can take an evening stroll 3 miles in any direction and still call it your neighborhood.



(Doesn't hurt to be with these two either)


xoxo

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Productive.

I did it, people.
I actually went to the gym last night.
I don't know what came over me,
but I found myself plotting a game plan in the early morn.
V Dizz used to be a personal trainer back in his college days,
so you bet your sweet booty I took advantage of his knowledge.
Via G-Chat, we came up with a course of action for me.

First thing I did?
Hopped on a treadmill.
The one thing I truly loathe doing: running.
But I ran.
I ran like Forest Gump.
I just kept going.
Kanye West's "Stronger" came on my iPod and a surge of energy ran through me!
I don't know what came over me, but after 30 minutes of straight running (2.85 miles to be exact),
I felt quite proud of myself.
Next on the list?
Weights.
Yep.
Bi's, tri's, abs...
This is all gym lingo in case you didn't know..

As if an hour and a half at the gym wasn't enough for this lazy ass of mine,
I then went to the grocery store.
Bought some chicken.
Then came.home.and.COOKED.
Who the eff am I people?
Me? Cooking?
What the...
I may or may not have set off the smoke detector while grilling the chicken,
and I may or may not have looked like a wild banshee as I was waving around a towel by said smoke detector,
but regardless of that slight disruption,
I made myself a nice chicken salad.
And it was good.
And I felt good.

THEN.
Roomie and I went to work in our new place.
You should have seen me.
I had a hammer in one hand and a level in another.
It's like I blacked out and became a man for a few hours.
I don't know what came over me.
But this is the result and I'm digging it.



Today...I'm sore as eff.
But yesterday.....yesterday was a productive day.

xoxo

Monday, October 24, 2011

I Heart Vegas

This past weekend, in Las Vegas, was just splendid.
Though just a short trip, it was a trip much needed.



I arrived to our time share on Friday around 2pm and had some time to kill before everyone else got there.
So I hit the pool.


I then quickly realized, after my 2 cran/vodkas,
that being alone in Vegas isn't as cool as I thought it would be.
So I got bored and started taking pictures of myself.
Yeah...I was that girl.


Finally, Mutha got in around 8pm and we ate dinner at Serendipity 3 by Caesar's Palace.
Yum x2.
It was really good to see her.
Ever since she moved to Georgia, I definitely cherish every moment I get to spend with her.
Even if the majority of the time was spent with me sleeping on the couch till 2pm,
it sure meant a lot to me and I'm sure the feeling was mutual.


She even made me this lovely crocheted afghan.
It took her two months!
I love it.



Saturday night, Brother, Katie, and I hit the strip.
After losing almost $300, I put my last $20 bill in a Price is Right slot machine.
My Asian luck came through and I won 22,907 pennies.
NBD.


I attribute it to my Fat Tuesday liquid courage.



I've never actually stopped at this sign in Vegas.
But Saturday night, after the strip club (yeah, I did that),
and on our 4.5 mile trek back to our time share (why we didn't take a cab beats me),
we came across this sign and I had to take a picture.
Lovely, ain't it?



Hope you all had a lovely weekend.
Here's to another week.
xoxo

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Well, Shucks...

I've always tried not to be "that girl" when it comes to boys I date.
Meaning: I can't stand when "that girl" makes everything about her man friend.
For example:
Me: "It sure is getting chillier these days, huh?"
That Girl: "Definitely. Josh and I cuddled extra long last night because we were cold too, then Josh went and got me a blanket to cover my toes because he knows how they get extra cold. Isn't that so sweet?!?!?!"
Cue gag reflex.
So yeah.
Don't want to be "that girl."
However, for today's blog post, I'm going to have to talk about V-Dizz for just a sec.
I may or may not be "that girl" for a moment or two.
Feel free to leave now.

Ahem.

So. "V" came up with a glorious plan that once a week, we would alternate turns to find a new recipe and cook it together.
Awesome. I love food. I love when people cook me food.
Buuttt...I'm not really one to be known for my cooking.
Remember?
Cooking = Open/shut microwave.
But that's beside the point.
I've got the drive.
We can make this work.
Moving on.
So last night was his turn to pick.
Our plan was to meet at my place and walk to the grocery store together to get the ingredients.
He may or may not have this thing with not ever showing up at the time he says he will.
This may or may not drive me crazy.
Yet, every time, I hold out hope he'll stick to the plan.
So when I get this message:


I think he'll be at my place in about 20 minutes.
20 turns into 30.
30 turns into 40.
Mishi starts getting impatient.
Shocker, I know.
Finally...
My doorbell rings.
And I'm stunned with a pleasant surprise:


And that's not all!
Remember when I said I wanted these?
Well a certain someone listened apparently.
He also listened when I told him what my favorite wine is.
He said sorry he was late and happy house warming.
Well, shucks.
I really need to get on this whole "patience" kick and learn to go with the flow more.


As if that's not sweet enough, he basically took over in the kitchen department
(probably because I was prancing around my living room with the flowers and taking lots of pictures)
and started making a mean chicken pasta dish.



I took over the making of the garlic bread again.
Which really meant putting the pre-made bread in the oven for 10-15 minutes.
Except that I forgot to set the timer.
Which means I forgot about it completely.
Which then means I got distracted and started singing the Sound of Music "Do Re Mi" song and then basically danced around for a few minutes like I was Julie Andrews.
I'm a special one...I know.


Fortunately, V-Dizzle reminded me about the garlic bread and I stopped the theatrics and got down to business.
Don't worry, garlic bread was saved.
Food was delish.
Next week: my turn.
Dun Dun Dun...
(any suggestions?)

xoxo

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

i love fall

i never thought i'd say those words.
i'm a summer kid through and through.
but this year...yep, this year i love fall.
i love the crisp air and slight wind.
i love having to be creative with my weekends because i can't just go to the pool and lay out.
i love the boots.
i love the fashion.
i love the scarves and jackets.
i love the extra cuddling in the mornings to stay warm.
i love the colors of the trees.
i love the smells.
i love switching over from my iced coffee to hot coffee.
i love the holidays.
aaannndddd i love my new red lipstick.


Tuesday, October 18, 2011

i heart san diego

sometimes, i like to put on roomie's old hat and bring out my inner asian.
send me to disneyland and i'd fit right in...yes?


then i like to walk around the city and pretend i'm a real live pro photog

Palm Trees. ZERO filter...furreal.
Is that some color or what?


View from my balcony.
Taken with my Canon Rebel, filter from Instagram.

happy tuesday, ya'll.
xoxo

P.S. Roomie and I saw Footloose last night.
It's gay and I loved it.
I will ask this again: Why did my mother put me in PIANO instead of DANCE?!
Oh yeah...'cause I'm ASIAN.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Monday

So maybe...

  • I have bruises all over my legs from moving boxes this weekend
  • My house looks like a tornado went through it
  • I have about 346 loads of laundry to do
  • I spent a shocking amount of money over the weekend
  • I noticed a giant scrape on my car this morning
  • My nails are embarrassingly disgusting and in major need of a manicure
  • I didn't take a shower today
  • I didn't have time to get Starbucks this morning and instead I am drinking a lame Diet Pepsi
But...
  • I woke up this morning before my alarm went off, laid there for awhile in the darkness and just listened to the Downtown noises outside my window. I could hear the whoosh of the trolley as it rode by and it made me smile inside (we'll see if I'm still smiling a month from now with that noise, but for the moment, I'm digging the city life).

  • I had an amazingly easy move this weekend with many many thanks to V-Dizzle, Brother, and Jim. It was definitely entertaining watching those guys put their heads together to strategically fit all of our furniture in a too small of a U-Haul that may or may not have been my bad in the reservations department. They did it though and it went swimmingly!
  • We walked to J Bar Saturday night. Walked. And it was lovely.
  • Last night I got the pee scared out of me going through the Haunted Hotel Downtown. Yep. I was that girl crouched down on the floor with her hands covering her eyes and screaming. Somehow I think that reaction made all the scary people flock to me even more...
  • This guy pumps my gas without me even asking him to. Kind of a big deal if ya ask me.

  • I only have a 4 day work week then it's off to Vegas on Friday to see my Mamma! Whoo hoo!

I hope you all have a great Monday.
Let's make it a good one!
xoxo

Friday, October 14, 2011

Korean Soap Drama

I'll try to keep this short and to the point.
But first, a refresher on the key characters of yesterday's drama-lama.

Here's Mutha:


Here's Fasha:


and here's Princess Sophia (Fasha's Korean speaking wife):


Why do I call her Princess Sophia?
Well, let's take a little gander down memory lane real quick like.
A little over a year ago, my Mutha was living in California.
She lived here.
My home since I was 3.


Then one day, Princess Sophia decided that she wanted to live in said house.
She felt that being a "Doctor's Wife" deserved living in a house that portrayed that.
So blah blah, poo poo, doo doo....
She got what she wanted.
And Mutha moved to Georgia to be with Brother and Baby.


Far, far away from Mishi,
Which makes Mishi sad.
But that's beside the point.
During the transitional move of houses, there were some boxes that Mutha left in the attic.
Boxes that contained family history, old family photos, her old yearbooks, etc.


Princess Sophia decided she didn't want them in her house.
Anything that had Mutha's name or face on it needed to go!
Well blah blah, poo poo, doo doo....
I ended up taking those boxes so they wouldn't be thrown away and lost forever and have kept them ever since.

But, as you know, Roomie and I are moving Downtown tomorrow!
Along with that comes many exciting things, however we are majorly downgrading in the size department.
Which means, I had to majorly downsize my belongings.
Mutha's boxes included.

Fast forward to yesterday.
I kindly asked Fasha if I could "store some boxes" in his attic since I wouldn't have the space.
Did I tell him they were the exact boxes Princess Sophia loathed?
No.
I figure: what Fasha doesn't know won't hurt him.
So yesterday, I brought all 5 boxes to his office for him to take home.
I stealthily wrote "BOOKS!" "DVD'S!" "MICHELLE'S STUFF!" all over them to disguise what was really inside them. Sneaky, I know.
I fooled you, Princess!!!!
....or did I?
According to my secret spy and accomplice, a.k.a front desk, Cam,
Princess Sophia arrived shortly after I left and immediately went to the boxes!
She even started to open one.
Lovely Cam quickly ran to Fasha and made it clear that "Michelle doesn't want anyone going through her boxes."
So Fasha went to PS and told her to stop.
So then PS huffed and puffed, grumbled and yelled something in Korean, then kicked my mutha effen box!
Really?
Who does that?
Who kicks a box because they can't open it when it belongs to someone else??
Cam thinks Princess Sophia remembers those boxes and knows they're my Mutha's things.
But who cares, she shouldn't be snooping through them!
What if it really was private things?
What if I had a weird obsession with rabbit/mouse dolls and I didn't want anyone to know??


These are things that baffle me, but really all I could do was laugh hysterically when hearing this.
I tell ya people, I know I can be dramatic, but Princess Sophia is THE QUEEN OF DRAMA.
So I finished the day with this text to Fasha:


Yeah, yeah...I may have milked it a bit with the "daddy-so grateful" talk.
Whatever.
That's all.
Hope it was as entertaining for you as it was for me.

I will end on this note:
Between me, you, and the world, I think Princess Sophia should write, direct, and star in her own Korean Soap Opera.
She'd make a fortune.


Have a LOVELY weekend!!!
xoxo

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Seeing Red

I think I'm gonna go for it.
Yep, I think I am.
I'm going to the red side.
It may be a bit of trial and error before I get it right, but I'm committed.
bring.on.the.red.lipstick.







I hear M.A.C's Ruby Woo is a big hit amongst the other red-lippers.

 Lipstick




That's all. Real exciting. I know.

xoxo

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Koreans...Gotta Love 'em

I went to Fasha's office yesterday to get an adjustment.
He likes to have me do these back exercises to improve my posture.
It involves me laying on my stomach, then lifting my head and arms back and holding it for a minute or so.
Anyway, as I'm doing this, Fasha decides to lay on the table next to me and do them as well.
Except, somehow, this didn't happen.
Princess Sophia came over, said something in Korean, then hopped. on. his. back.
I'm talkin' full on reverse cowgirl straddle.
She then proceeded to wiggle her butt around and hop up and down.
I was so baffled by this sight and was wondering when it would come to an end.
It just kept going and going.
I didn't think you'd believe me, so I made sure to get documented proof.
What kind of weird Asian massage thing is this?!



When it was finally over, Fasha hopped up off the table as if nothing strange had happened at all.
No. Big. Deal.

As I was leaving his office, he then proceeded to point at and touch a spot on my cheek.
"What's this?" he said.
"It's a zit, dad."
He then proceeds to say, "Oh...well you should cover that up."

This may seem harsh to you. But honestly, this is what I'm used to.
Roomie's mom is Korean and she's 10 times worse than Fasha.
I guess it's just a cultural thing to give your children criticism as a form of love?

Gotta love the guy though, he means well.
Even when he pinches my stomach to show the fat I need to lose, points out blemishes I need to cover, or still insists that I need to have a career in Chiropractic if I'm going to be successful, he still surprises me every now and then.
Last night, he called me and left a message.
I had explained to him that I was hesitant on going to Georgia for Christmas because prices were sky-high.
In no way was that me hinting or asking for him to pay it.
Lord knows I know how to milk that if I wanted to.
But this time, he just came out and offered to pay for my ticket to see my mamma and fam,
because he said, and I quote:
"You can't put a price on being with family. So if money is the issue, don't worry about it, I'd be more than happy to make that happen for you."
Thanks, Fasha. I heart you :)


xoxo

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Journaling Can Be Good For The Soul

Yesterday I was in a funk. Clearly, since I couldn't even tell you what day it was.
Sometimes when I'm having a particularly rough day, I'll pull out the ol' journal and put pen to paper.
It helps me sort out my thoughts and put things into perspective.
Though I love blogging, I really do, there are those times where I need to get things out of my system, privately.
Ever since I could write, back when my 'e's' and 'b's' were backwards, I've kept a journal...and I think it's something I always will too. It's nice to go back and read them and remember past experiences and to be reminded that no matter how dramatic something is at that time in my life, it will pass, life goes on, and it all works out.

Thought I'd share with you what I wrote last night.
Reading it again helps me keep it fresh in my mind.

...I need to remember to stay present and enjoy the moment. No worries about the future or past. Just be in the now. No making stories. Just take it as it comes, for what it is.
I read the commencement speech that Steve Jobs gave back in 2005, and it really resonated with me today. He said that we need to live each day as though it's our last. As cliche as that is...it's the truth. We all have one thing in common: Life will eventually come to an end for us all. Therefore, every moment should be appreciated and not taken for granted or wasted sweating the small stuff. He said, every day, look yourself in the mirror and ask yourself if you're doing what you want to be doing in life. If the answer is "no" day after day, then change it. No fears. Just go for it, whatever that may be.
I want to be positive and uplifting. I want to be enlightened and loving. I want to be accepting. We all have our own journeys to live. There is no right or wrong. Just choices that we are all entitled to make. 
I choose to be all those things.
I want to wake up every morning and choose that for my day.
I can and I will. I am strong, I am loving, I am positive, and I am powerful.
This life is too short to be any less than that.
I can so easily get caught up in the little dramas of my life and believe that it's the end all-be all. Why? What for? What does that accomplish? Who knows what tomorrow will bring, but for today...in this moment, I choose to embrace it all with open arms and a smile on my face. Tomorrow will take care of itself and if I get the chance, I will choose it all over again.

xoxo

Hotel Del via Instagram
10.8.11



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