Thursday, June 27, 2013

It's That Time Again!

Welp, day 4 with my first real job in 8 months, and I'm still pooped. Happy, but pooped.
So instead of another half-assed post, I shall present you with this amazing giveaway.
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Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Mushy Brain and Male Housewives.

It's been three days of work and every day, after I've left for the afternoon, my mind shuts down and I get extremely tired (except for these brief 15 seconds from last night where something strange came over me).

Apparently I'm not used to using my brain so much. It's crazy how tired you can get just from new mental stimulation. I'm hoping this isn't a forever thing and I'll level out in a week or two.

Anyway, suffice it to say, blogging has taken a bit of a back-burner this week for me. I'm not quite sure how I'm going to manage the two going forward. At my last job, I just blogged at work most of the time. Why? Because well, I just didn't really care and it seemed no one else did either.
But here? I certainly can't do that. Nor do I want to! I'm actually liking what I'm doing and definitely want to make a good impression. So then I'm left to try and whip something up, mind a mush, in the late afternoon hours...

(Hence what I'm doing right now. Oh, hey there.)

Speaking of work, don't you just hate being the "new girl?"

 Or man.

I'm sure being the "new man" is just as tough.

I'm really not too fond of this part of the job. I sit at my desk, working hard on this project or that project, and every now then, I'll hear some other girls talk about their weekend or talk about so and so in the office, or whisper about something then laugh heartily, and then I feel just a tad bit lonely and left out. But, I mean, it's to be expected. This happens with every new job. I know that in due time it will change and I'll get to know them better and perhaps even become friends.

But until then, I'm just the new girl that walked to lunch all by herself today. Allllllll alone. And ate her California Rolls and fruit cup alllllll alone.
(Boo hoo, right? Get over it, Michelle.)

(P.S. I warned you I didn't have good blogging material.)

Oh, but I WILL take the time to say just how great of a housewife The Dizzle has been. Seriously. While I'm away, making the bacon, The Dizzle is home cooking it. Or cleaning it. Or painting it. Or making the bed with it.

You get my drift.

Having dinner ready with a fresh glass of wine waiting for me when I walk in the door? Say whaaat? Is this 2013 or what?! Kiiiiiiind of really loving it. All we need now is just one of these uniforms and we'll be golden.

HA! Totally kidding. Please don't wear that, V Dizzle. I beg of you.

Welp, that concludes this fantastic piece I've written.


Work = Good.
Me = Tired.
The Dizz = Amazing. Wonderful. Sexy. NOT getting a Chippendales uniform.


P.S. Have you seen my Facebook page yet? No? Well you should.

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Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Just call me the office fatty.

So I know I've only been working for 2 days now, but I'd like to think I'm a quick learner when it comes to people observing. And so far, I've observed this: Everyone in the office is fit, thin, and health-conscious. And here I thought I was pretty health conscious, but compared to these ladies? Um, no. Fatty.

Example #1: This morning, there was a "birthday brunch" in the office for a few of the girls. Now, back in my day, when I was a fellow office worker in San Diego, whenever there was a birthday, some sort of celebration, or heck, just because it was Friday, there was always a table filled with cakes, cookies, donuts, and any other fatty foods that were justified because it was a "special occasion." But here at Williams-Sonoma?

The table had:
A) a bowl of fruit
B) a bowl of granola, and
C) a bowl of low-fat yogurt.

Yes, that's right. It was a "Build-your-own-parfait" kind of celebration.

Except, oh wait, what's that down there at the end of the table?? A teeny tiny plate with about four muffins and one sprinkled donut!

I kept waiting for someone to dive in and start the "real" celebration.

But no one took the bait. No one!

As everyone was divulging in their healthy parfaits, I felt like the creeper who couldn't stop staring at the muffin/donut plate! I was baffled that these girls had such will power!

So obviously, if none of them were going to grab one, then I certainly wasn't going to be the fatty new girl who stuffed her face in front of these yoga-goin-parfait-eatin-skinny girls!

Example #2: Today, a couple of the girls oh-so-graciously invited me to walk down to the deli with them for lunch. And if you know what it's like to be the "new girl," then it's a pretty big deal when you get such an invite and it's crucial you accept so as to get an "in" with them! Anyway, we got to the deli and I was quite proud of myself for ordering a turkey/avocado sandwich on wheat, with BAKED Ruffles and a DIET Coke.

That is until the girls ordered next.

One ordered a small sandwich, NO chips, and a healthy juice. Another ordered a small sandwich, NO chips, and a fruit cup. And lastly, the 3rd girl in my department had soup. SOUP. That's it. SOUP!!

We got back to the office to eat lunch at our desks and I attempted to eat just HALF of my sandwich and HALF of my chips so as to have some sort of moderation around these thin and toned ladies.

...That is until 3pm rolled around and I about passed out from hunger, so of course, I had to scarf down the rest of my meal.

Example #3: On top of my hearty breakfast and large coffee, I ALSO brought snacks with me to work. I'm one of those people that if I don't eat every 3 hours, I tend to get shaky, cranky, and ravenous. So I brought a Luna Bar and a 100 cal pack in preparation for my long work day.

Both were gone by 3pm.

Do you think any of the other girls had snacks throughout the day? Of course not.

So yeah, I'm going to just embrace my roll as the office fatty! I'm going to continue with MY version of healthy eating and moderation!

And if you don't like it, well then...


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Monday, June 24, 2013

New Beginnings.

Let us take note that although The Dizzle is quite capable of making three grown women laugh heartily for the camera, little River was not amused at all in our little photo sesh. However, it seems quite apparent that Mishi here (shown in photo #4) has no problem at all in making that sweet babe smile. ;) 

I currently only have a bed sitting in the middle of a half-painted room, but that didn't stop us from having a grand ol' time. Jamie and Vicki brought a little San Diego into my life this weekend, and it was just what I needed. Except now that they're gone, I'm feeling even more homesick than I did before. Guess that means I'll just have to schedule a trip to San Diego sometime this summer, now doesn't it?

I wonder how long it takes for a new city to feel like "home"? One month? Six? A year? The Dizzle seems to think that once we get "our routine" started, it'll be easier to adjust. I'm inclined to agree with him.

Speaking of routines...I'm starting a very important one today: My new job!

I'm excited. Very excited. Part of me thought I would have a slight feeling of dread when the time came to jump back in to a full-time job after having the luxury of traveling the world for six months, but dread is definitely not one of my emotions. I guess that's a good sign I held out for the right fit? 
So far, anyway.

I've decided that I am going to actively embrace my new "home." I'm going to give this San Francisco thing a real shot. No half-assing it. I think I had slight hesitations for awhile, especially when we didn't have a place of our own. But now, I'm eager to get to know our new neighborhood. I'm excited to learn the "knowledge of the locals". 

A new home, a new city, a new job, a new man (kiiiiidding! Love you, Boo). I think this is going to be a great year. No, I know it'll be a great year, because I'm determined to make it one. So, boom. There's a little motivation for your Monday. Go out and make it a great one, ya hear? :)

Happy Monday!


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Friday, June 21, 2013

Allow me to paint a picture for you.

This is my current living situation:

Kitchen: Completely empty except for a few random kitchen items and a fridge. The walls have been completely slathered with blue, inspired from this Pinterest photo:

However, said blue color did NOT turn out exactly like that and instead looks more like THIS:
(excuse the mess)

Possible dilemma? Possible re-do about to happen? I'm not sure. It's possible that once we get a kitchen table (wood), plus some things on the wall, it might mellow it out a bit? I hope? Please?

Main Room (that serves as our bedroom, living room, dining room, office, and activities room {oh, the joys of studio living}): Completely empty except for the AMAZING Ikea bed built with my own two hands (I'll never let that go). The walls have been completely slathered with this "beige-y" color that was inspired from this color:

Except AFTER said walls were slathered, we came to see that it. just. wasn't. working.
Reason being: everything else in this old, San Franciscan building was already beige. Beige on beige just doesn't work, folks. So we considered starting all over with a different color, which made me almost want to cry after our painstaking two days of painting the room. But THEN, The Dizzle brought home a little can of white paint to test something out:

Resolution: We're working on it. But I think we're headed in the right direction.

Bathroom: Don't even get me started on that thing. But let me just say, this place came with PINK tile in the shower. Pink. I love me some pink, but I don't love it that much. I'd show you a picture, but The Dizzle is occupying it right now (ahem).

Lessons I've learned: Making a home takes time, apparently, and here I go again realizing the benefits of being patient, which is just a very difficult thing for me. I had this vision of moving in, painting in a day, and everything looking wonderful and perfect! But alas, it's quite the opposite.

Oh, and did I tell you that we're not even allowed to be painting in here? Yeah... we've already agreed that come move-out time, we're more than okay with them taking money out of our deposit just so we don't have to paint again. I mean, that's what security deposits are for, right? ;)

Anyway, we're off to Bed, Bath, and Beyond <--How domestic of us.

I hope you have a great weekend! It's my LAST weekend before I'm a real-live-working woman! And I'm actually kind of excited about that. :)


Before you go, I really, really hope you've already met Melissa and Chelsea. But if not, here's a quick little intro. You'll love them, I promise. Enjoy and I hope you can show them some blog love!


Hi! My name is Joe. I have a wife and three kids...and wait...*checks pants*, that's not right. I don't have the right parts for that. My name is Melissa and I'm a domestic goddess, yarn manipulating, Converse wearing, hopefully romantic, geeky blogger. I'm still trying to figure out what I want out of life.


Hello friends of mish! I'm chelsea and I blog over at {little lessons in a big city}, or LLinaBC for short ..because I sure have a tongue-twister of a blog name. I've lived in 3 states in the past 3 years, and so it just makes sense. [read where here]. I write about whatever is on my mind; DIY projects, recipes, the occasional fashion, and daily happenings. I am a firm believer in photos over text. and I think I'm hysterical. although not near as funny as mish. stop over & say hello!


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Thursday, June 20, 2013

Sometimes you just have to lie.

So I'm kind of loving this Vine App thing. But that's beside the point.

**Update: Within an hour of posting, I found out Instagram came out with their video feature....soooo....

Point is.

I'm sitting here, in my NEW bed that was built with my OWN hands, feeling tired and happy.
My fingers are still cramped, swollen, and sore from spending THREE HOURS trying to decipher Ikea's picture instructions.
Did you know that about Ikea? 
They do not use a single word in their instruction manual (that just so happens to look like a small Bible). 
Instead, they have 27 different pictures of what screw goes in to what hole and what board sits on what thingamajig.

But guess what? I did it. Oh yes I did.

You can just call me Lumberjack Michelle, if you'd like.

Want to know what else I did yesterday?

I lied.

I flat. out. lied.

But here's the thing, I must preface this by saying that I really try my best to be honest and upfront with people (especially with those close to me). And I do believe that if we can just be honest with each other and ourselves, things usually work out for the better.

Except yesterday. Yesterday, a lie was necessary.

Allow me to explain.

When The Dizzle and I first got to our new place, we did a quick walk-thru and checking of things. When we got to the stove, we couldn't turn it on. The gas wasn't coming out and we couldn't figure out how to make it work.

So we called PG&E and explained the situation, thinking it'd be no big deal and they'd send someone out that day to fix it.


The lady on the phone said they couldn't send someone until TUESDAY.


We don't even have a microwave, woman. What the heck are we supposed to eat? I had a fridge full of food that required heat!

So I said, "Is it possible to get someone today?"

She said, "No, ma'am."

So then I said, "What if this was an emergency? Wouldn't you send someone immediately?"

Then she said, "Well, is it an emergency?"

"No. But couldn't I just call back and say that?"

"We don't advise that, ma'am."

"Oh, okay. Well, then Tuesday it is. Thank you."


I don't know what came over me just then, but the evil little angel on my left shoulder must have whispered in my ear to call them back and lie. Because that's exactly what happened.

We told them we thought we could smell gas in our apartment!

And you know what they did? Better believe they sent someone out!

Want to know what the PG&E guy said the minute he came in and inspected the stove?

"You didn't smell any gas. Your gas is OFF."

That's when my floundering ensued. "Uhhh... well....I thought I did? And well, we opened the windows? And I think it aired it out? And I just get paranoid sometimes? So sorry....?"

So yeah, pretty sure he either thought we were complete idiots who didn't know how to determine the smell of gas, OR that we were complete liars. (I'm thinking the second.)

Annnyyywaaayyyy - - - I lied, okay?!
But it worked.
And the stove turned on.
And I made spaghetti.
And it was glorious.

I'm not extremely proud of my lying, but in my defense, the guy said he had nothing better to do that day so he didn't mind coming out!

Moral of my story? There isn't one.
But sometimes, just sometimes, lying gets shit done.

Annnddd on that note, it's back to the grind for me. We, or should I say Verner, finished painting the kitchen last night after we quickly realized me + dark paint = no bueno (hence why I went to go build the bed).

Today, we are painting the bathroom! Which, again, probably means The Dizzle will be painting as I go and do something less damaging, like hang up our clothes or frolick around, listening to Daft Punk's "Get Lucky" 100 times, like I did yesterday.

Very exciting stuff, I know. ;)


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Tuesday, June 18, 2013

A Craigslist Haircut

Back when I was desperately looking for a job (a.k.a. one week ago), I was scouring Craigslist and somehow happened upon this ad:


The diPietro Todd Salon & Academy, located downtown, was looking for a hair model to use for their "stylists in training", or their apprentice program, if you will. This particular stylist was looking for someone with long, straight hair and in order to "apply," you needed to send in photos of your hair with a short description of the texture. If you were picked, then you would receive a consultation, wash, cut, blow-dry, and flat iron, all free of charge.

A few things immediately went through my mind:

1. I have not had a haircut in well over 7 months and this beast is gettin' nasty on me. I'm talkin' split ends galore, wispy and thin, and has probably stopped growing from the damage.
2. I refuse to spend an arm and a leg on a haircut, and even if I was willing to, I don't have said arm and leg to spend when I'm jobless, so this could be a great chance for a free cut.
3. I'm Asian and I have straight hair. Perfect.

So I immediately sent over some photos of my hair and said I was very interested!

A few hours later, I got an email reply saying she'd love to have me come in and my appointment was set for Monday at 10am!

That's when a little voice in my head said: "Whoa, whoa, whoa, Michelle. Just what KIND of cut is this lady going to do on you? You realize she's basically a student, which means she could be very inexperienced at cutting hair, which means YOUR hair could very well be ruined all because you're too cheap to go get a proper cut!"

So I emailed her back and politely asked her what kind of cut this would entail and if it was going to be anything "drastic."

She replied that it could range from a "mid-back cut" to a "BOB."

The last time I had anything close to a Bob was when I wore high-waisted jean shorts with lace on the bottom.

So you can see why walking to the salon this morning was a tad nerve-wracking. But I kept telling myself that this was necessary to rid myself of the grossness that I call the bottom half of my hair and that it was a FREE opportunity. Plus, with just two days to go before I have to hand over a $2600 security deposit, I better take advantage of any free opportunities I can! Am I right or am I right?!

So I marched my butt over to the salon.

And what a salon it was!

I had no idea I was walking into a place that charged up to $275 for a haircut. Did you hear that? $275 effing dollars to. get. your. hair. cut.


Up walked my stylist, Sabrina, with hair like this:

I'm not going to lie, I was a tad intimidated. I was also a tad worried that my hair was about to be chopped the eff off.

But alas, she was wonderful. She walked me through each step. She suggested we do a tad below shoulder-length. She did her snippity snips. Nothing at all "drastic" happened that I had worked up in my head. And before I knew it, I was done! Dead, scraggly, disgusting hair, no more!

I am pleased.

And it was free.

And now my locks can grow strong and healthy!

^^^I promise I'm happy, I was just inside an H&M and decided to be "that girl" and awkwardly take a photo of myself.^^^
And here's another one of me frolicking around Crissy Field today, swishin' my hurr, like I just don't curr.

So here's the moral of the story, friends:

Don't be so quick to pass up on Craigslist offers. Sometimes there really can be some great opportunities to find!

Except, of course, if it's this one:

Though, I suppose even that could be a great opportunity for some. Who am I to judge?!


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