Wednesday, July 31, 2013

The Terrible Two's?

Today, I'm going to talk about relationships. Well, my relationship, to be specific.

For the first year of The Dizzle's and my "courtship," I can truthfully tell you that it was basically rainbows and butterflies 99% of the time. I mean, it's not like we were the couple that practically made babies in public or anything, but yeah, easy breezy. And yeah, sure, there were the occasional "talks" that weren't always filled with hugs and kisses, but, in a nutshell, we just didn't fight or argue. We just weren't those people.

I can think of maybe one "serious" conversation that happened around the 6 month mark that involved discussing the difference between saying "I love you" and "I'm in love with you." To me, it was one in the same. To him, so I learned that night, was not.

Tears ensued, I was your typical emotional girl filled with insecurities, blah blah blah. But the next day, we talked it through, worked it out, and came out even stronger.

During the next year of our relationship, I can pretty much say the same. We never had the kind of relationship where we would raise our voices at each other. If one of us was feeling particularly sensitive about something, we'd talk about it until we felt better. We've always been pretty good about listening and hearing what the other needs to say.

For the entire 6 months of traveling the world together and being around one another 24/7, I can tell you that it definitely made us stronger as a couple. But again, everything was pretty much fine and dandy with one another. I can think of one instance in Rome where again, I brought up our relationship and "our future", and when I didn't hear exactly what I was hoping to hear, things went downhill quickly.

Alcohol-infused tears ensued, I was being your typical emotional girl filled with insecurities, blah blah blah. But the next day, we talked it through, worked it out, and came out even stronger.

So there you have it. In the first two years of our relationship, things really have been pretty amazing, even-keeled, and compatible. It was almost unreal to me, because trust me, in all other relationships I've been in, it was definitely not like that. Ooooh boy, was it not.

But anyway, let's talk about year two, which just officially started as of July 3rd, this month. By no means is anything "terrible," as the title of this post may suggest. But I will say that there have definitely been more "scuffles" in this past month than I can remember ever happening before. Nothing outrageous or life-changing, but enough to make me sit back and think, "What the hell is going on with us?" For example, yesterday was the first day in our entire 2-year relationship where I felt the need to attempt the silent treatment. The silent treatment?! What am I, 16 again? And let me just tell you, attempting the silent treatment in a tiny ass studio is not very easy. There's nowhere to go! I'm sitting on the bed, and he's 10 feet away at the kitchen table. I mean, how long can you really hold that up?

Part of me wonders if this is just something that happens around the 2 year mark? Maybe you start getting more comfortable and stop putting on your best behavior all the time?

Part of me wonders if it's just an adjustment period that comes along with moving in together for the first time?

Part of me wonders if it's just an adjustment period. Period. I mean, come on, there we were, having the time of our lives, traveling the world. So of course, what the heck do we have to fight about? We're in paradise, for crying out loud! Then, that time of our life ended. Then, we came back to the "real world" and had to get grown-up jobs and pay the rent and bills and have responsibilities instead of frolicking, hand-in-hand, on a beach every day.

Point is: I absolutely think it's true what they say. Relationships take work. This morning (or was it last night?), The Dizz and I were laying on the bed (because we still don't have that stupid couch), talking, and I told him that. I said, relationships take work. I don't care how amazing or healthy the relationship is, it's going to take time, effort, patience, and work.

But I think that's a good thing.

It's when someone gives up and doesn't want to work anymore that I think raises a red flag...

So. With that said. If there's anyone in this world that I want to put in the work with, well, that's just a no-brainer, right there. ;)

Love you, Boo. You da best. Seriously. Thanks for being so patient with me. :)


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Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Up for grabs!

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Monday, July 29, 2013

Highlights and Low-lights.

I was in bed literally all day long yesterday. Okay, fine, I guess I can't use the word "literally," because I did get up to make some french fries and use the facilities. But other than that: In bed. All day long.

Was I sick? No. Well, unless you count being hungover as "sick".

But let's rewind.

Friday night, some friends and I went to see that one kick-ass 80's cover band that we saw back on the Fourth of July. It was at this bar/lounge/club called Bimbo's. And let me just tell you, I don't care how cheesy it is, how can you not have fun dancing to 80's music all night long?

My only regret?

That I could have worn this:

Instead of this:

Photo stolen from Mo's Insty.
But, ya know, what're you gonna do?

Saturday was an extra special day to me, and let me tell you why.
The Dizzle's mama personally invited ME to lunch and a day of shopping as a belated birthday gift.
I mean, I can't even begin to tell you just how generous this woman is.
I feel like every third sentence to her is, "Thank you." ;)
In the two years I've been dating V Dizz, I believe this was the first official "alone time" with his mom.
In any other "boyfriend's mom" case, I couldn't really ever see myself doing something like that.
Most, I wasn't even close to.
But it's different with his mother. It's almost scary how similar we are.
So anyway, needless to say, I was really excited.
We met at Union Square and proceeded to do some shopping!
We even went to MAC and this Thai Lady Boy did my make-up.
He/She was pretty amazing and I felt oddly close to her.
I mean, no surprise there seeing as I was basically their #1 fan while in Thailand.
Anyway. She Ruby Woo'd me and I dropped $90 bones.
Then, of course, like any true blogger would, took a selfie in the bathroom at Macy's.

So now let's fast forward to the part of my weekend where I thought Jager and I could have another run at it.
You know, bring back the days where I was 23 and a drinking champ.
Because why not? It's Saturday!
So I started off at a rooftop bar in The Mission with the girls.
Some margaritas were had.
Then something with vodka.
That's when Jager made an appearance.
Oh, and I believe wine happened at some point, too.

Then 3am to 8am happened.
Which basically was a repeat of that one night in Vegas where I was vomiting and dry-heaving every 30 minutes over the course of those 5 hours.
It was so fun. Not.
I don't know why I do this to myself, think that I'm that young buck once again and think I can conquer an entire week's worth of drinking over the course of one evening.
I don't know why I ever think Jager is a good idea.
I don't know why, at 27 years old, I still haven't learned my lesson.

So, now that you know the whole story, it's a tad more understandable why I was in bed all day long yesterday. These days, hangovers don't just last for a few hours. They last all day.
Remember the days when hangovers didn't exist?
You could drink all night long, wake up, and do it again?
Glory days, I tell you. Glory days.

Also, can I add that my day in bed was made extremely enjoyable because not only did The Dizzle join me, but we spent the day having a Walking Dead marathon.
I can't get enough of that show, my friends.
It's so amazing.
I know I'm extremely late to the zombie party, but that's just what I do, apparently.
Need I remind you that I was 8 years late to the Lost party, but that was basically the best bandwagon I ever jumped on.
I will say it again. I love The Walking Dead.
I laugh. I cry. I clench. I yelp/scream.
It basically brings out all of the emotions us humans can muster.
I highly encourage this, if you couldn't tell.

And okay. That's all I got for you.
Hope your weekend was splendid.
I also hope your weekend was not filled with the heaves. The dry heaves, that is.


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Friday, July 26, 2013

Being nosy makes for good stories, IMO.

It's true. I'm nosy. I like to hear/see/know what's going on around me.
It's gotten to the point where I'll be somewhere in public, like a restaurant per se, and I'll find myself straining to listen to a conversation the couple next to me is having.
And it doesn't even have to be that interesting of a conversation!
I just somehow naturally do it.

I mean, lest we forget that time I was basically this couple's private photographer as they almost made a baby on the train in Italy?

Annyywaayyy, it's only natural for me, when I'm crammed on a bus and squished up next to a lady on my right who happens to be on her phone posting something on Facebook, to glance over and read it.

And then of course, it's only natural that I come back to my blog and write about it:

Please read the following FB post:

"OMG. OMG. Ya'll. Justin Timberlake and Jay-Z tonight.
Me and my roll crew of 30-something ladies are certain
we'll be spotted in the crowd and invited backstage."

So here's the thing.
At first I thought she meant her and 30 other ladies would be attending. 
So then I was like, okay, yeah, maybe there will be 30 of you guys holding up signs and screaming out JT's name. And maybe yeah, they could spot you and invite you backstage.
But then I saw her tag the post with just 3 of her friends.
So NOW I'm thinking that she meant "her and her friends that all happen to be in their 30's."

So then I was like, oh okay, she's just being sarcastic and funny on Facebook.
I would totally say something far fetched like that to be funny.
Ha ha ha - good one, girl. Thanks for the laugh.

But when I looked over at her face, I saw something unexpected.
There was ZERO smiling going on.
You know how when you're texting or writing something funny and you catch yourself with that smug little smile on your face because you know just how funny it's going to be?
But her? Nothing. Straight faced. Not a hint of a smile.
So, I think, maybe, perhaps she was dead serious about her FB post.
I think she really thinks her and her "roll crew" will be spotted by Justin Timberlake and Jay-Z tonight.

So then this whole moment took on a completely different meaning.
And of course I then had to bust out my stealth ninja moves and snap a photo so you could see too.

I mean, doesn't that face look like that of pure determination to be spotted in a crowd of 30,000 people at a Justin Timberlake and Jay-Z concert?

I think so.

But you know what? Kudos. Kudos to her.
So hey, to the lady on the bus this morning, can I just say one thing?
I admire your bold determination.
And I DO hope you and your 3 friends that make up your roll crew get spotted tonight.
And I DO hope they invite you backstage.
Tell Jay-Z I said what's up, k?

So, you all know, Rachel, right? I mean, if you don't, then you really, really should. She has such a fun blog. She loves traveling (and happens to do it a lot, in my opinion). She has beautiful photos. And she just had her one year blog anniversary! Congrats ;)  Head on over and enjoy, my friends!

"I'm Rachel from Postcards from Rachel and I consider myself a lifestyle and travel blogger. I started this website as a way to keep family and friends up-to-date while living abroad in Aberdeen, Scotland  and decided to continue because we're still moving around, plus I've met so many wonderful women through blogging! My husband and two dogs are my travel sidekicks and we're getting ready to make another move to Boston next month. My blog posts are "postcards" from me to you (wherever we may be in this big world), so I hope you'll stop by and follow along!"


Happy Friday, friends!
Tonight, I'm off to see a kick-A 80's cover band.
Tomorrow, The Dizzle's mama is taking me on a birthday shopping spree (she truly spoils me).
I think this wknd is going to be grand, don't you?
Let's link up on Instagram to keep the good times rollin', yo!


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Thursday, July 25, 2013

Passionfruit and Pregnancy

I have attempted to write two different blog posts this morning but somehow just couldn't get through them, to which I have then saved into my drafts, probably never to be read again. So now, here's my third attempt. Which will basically be just a compilation of random thoughts. Riveting, I know.

I've been reading people's uproar about Passionfruit 2.0 and how this free service has now changed to a whopping monthly fee of $9.00. $9.00?! That's like what, two Starbucks drinks worth? No need to get all in a tizzy over it. People are saying how it's outrageous to charge this! How dare Jason try to expand his business and make a dollar!?!?! The nerve of him! Listen friends, it's just blogging. It's what you want to put into it or not. It's just another service, like Netflix, where you can choose to pay for it or you can choose to illegally download shows for free.

...or something like that.

I better just stop talking about this before things get cray in my comments.

Moving on.

For the last 24 hours, I thought I was pregnant. Like, legit preggers. Yesterday, was supposed to be "The Day." And for the last, oh, 8 years, I have never failed to miss this day. Never ever ever. But yesterday? Nada. So I was like, okay great. I'm pregnant. What am I supposed to do with a baby in my tiny ass studio in San Francisco with no health insurance? This could be a bit of a pickle I'm in. But I kept trying to tell myself that it was just a fluke and I was fine.

So I opened a bottle of red wine and drank my worries away.

This morning though, I went to the bathroom for my morning pee and to, you know, check on things.
Nothing. Nada. Zilch.

So then I was like:

So I told The Dizzle to basically start planning for a mini Dizzle, because I'm pretty sure this is it.
I'm becoming a mother at 27 years old.
And then he was all:

But then, guess what?
I got to work.
I went to the bathroom.
And well, looks like Mishi here isn't going to be a mother, right now, after all.
So then I was like:

So there's my anticlimactic story for you.
I mean, I know I said the other day that I was open to it all and I wasn't going to plan or have an agenda, but uh, I don't think I'm quite ready for that step in my life.
(But mostly, I don't think The Dizzle is ready for that step in life.)

Okay, that's it.
It's Thursday. Hallelujah.
Cheers! I think this calls for a celebration (in more ways than one).


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Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Fasha forgot my birthday. Again.

This may come as a shocker to you that my own Fasha would forget to call his daughter on her day of birth.
But fear not, this was no shock to me.
This is just what he does.
He forgets birthdays.

In fact, one year, he actually did call me on my ask me a question about car insurance.
I kept waiting for the, "Oh! And happy birthday!" part, but alas, once he got his car insurance information, he said goodbye and hung up.
Thanks, Dad.

And lest I remind you about last year's birthday when he forgot to make reservations and instead gave me a used Chicken Soup for the Chiropractic Soul book over lunch at Panera.

So you see friends, this is just something I have had to deal with in life.
Unless I'm reminding him a million times about it, he'll completely forget.
It's just that he's quite forgetful by nature. Even with his own children's names.
I mean, my siblings and I have basically grown up with 4 different names.
If I heard Matthew, Michael, Michelle, or Mai Li, then I'd look up because any one of those could and would be directed at me.

Needless to say, he truly has his moments that make up for it all.

Like that one time he took me out to lunch just so that he could tell me 20 reasons why he was proud of me.
(Never mind that he then followed that up with a request that us kids come up with 10 reasons why we think HE is so wonderful as his Father's day gift...)

And let's not forget just how supportive he is of my blog. He's always telling me how much he loves the way I write. Do I actually think he reads this blog on the regular? No. But still, I thought that was nice.

AND - - Just the other day, we were on the phone and we realized that we haven't seen each other in NINE WHOLE MONTHS. Nine!
Not since before I left to go do that whole world traveling thing, can you believe it?
So you know what he did?
He bought me a plane ticket to fly down to San Diego for a weekend visit next month!
I mean, let's not get too excited here. I should note that he didn't exactly OFFER to do this, I instead had to ASK him to do this (standard).
But still.
He generously did it nonetheless and I shall be visiting Fasha in just a few weeks time!
And do you know what that means?
When there's Fasha - - There's also his uber-Korean wife, Princess Sophia.
And when Princess Sophia is near, good times are had.
As in....something random and awkward will happen to which I can then come here and blog about it to you all.
Nothin' like some cowboy hat-wearin' Koreans on a pair of horses, eh?
Get. Ready.

And Fasha, I love you. Even if you never remember another birthday again. ;)


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