This weekend was a blast (from the past, to be exact). Anne came down to visit from SF on Friday and I was instantly on a nostaligc trip as soon as I got to the airport and it carried on throughout the weekend. Nametwin (our friend, Kat, hence the nickname) and I have been planning to surprise Anne with her presence from the moment we found out the plane tickets were bought. We thought it would be fun to surprise her for dinner because normal dinner plans were clearly not as great. So, long story short, Nametwin showed up at my door shortly after we got home from traffic. Who would've thought horrific traffic for the both of us made for the best timing? The surprise was great, but the company was even better. We had a sushi (food) overload, caught up and laughed all night, just like old times.
The next morning, we took our chances with the crowd and had breakfast at Schooner or Later. That is place is yum! Everyone should definitely add that restuarant to their must eat list. The food and fun didn't stop there. That night we went to Michelle, Nita and Roxanne's holiday party. Too much fun! We got to see a lot of the girls, which Anne hasn't seen since we graduated. So, she totally had perfect timing.
Finally, on Sunday Anne and I had breakfast with Kristina and Courtney (a.k.a. my TBF) and oh man, I miss spending time with those girls. It's great when you're able to pick things up like you haven't been apart for a super long time.
After all of that, it was seriously a pretty nostaligic weekend. I got to see some of my favorite people I spent four years with (with the exception of a few, which yes, that includes Dielle and Jennie Ta --- if you ever stumble across this).
Good times!
'Til next time!
A Must Read
I just had to repost this after I read it on Natasha's blog. So, courtesy of cnn.com via Natasha's post, please take a moment to enjoy the article. Happy reading!
Four horrible ways to get him to pop the question
Maybe it's because we're forced to deal with our families more than usual during the holidays, but these can be trying times for women without rings on their wedding fingers.
Aunt Esther's annual grab at your left hand and subsequent clucking over your naked ring finger is annoying, but you write it off because she's senile and will die soon. When your cousin Myrna gasses on about her impending nuptials over eggnog, you actually feel a little sorry for her because you see the way her betrothed keeps eyeing her sister.
But when your baby sister flashes the rock that her professor-turned-paramour put under the tree, you succumb to a little condition called "The Ring Tizzy."
"The Ring Tizzy" is what happens when you just can't take another snide comment, pitying look, or "helpful" suggestion. You're single, after all -- not recently diagnosed with some fatal, flesh-eating disease.
But that's how it can feel sometimes, and instead of cracking-wise in reply, you give in and decide that you are going to shut all of them up once and for all because you, too, are getting married. Whether he likes it or not. After all, you guys have been dating for a couple years, months, weeks, or days -- how long does he think he's going to keep milking that cow for free?
Here's exactly the wrong way to go about extracting a proposal from your man.
1. The cutesy ooopsy method: You leave magazines scattered around. Oddly enough, each one open to giant, full-page ads for diamond rings. You hum "Every kiss belongs to Kay" and every other jewelry store jingle you can think of.
While out walking with your guy, you always seem to need to stop and tie your shoes or adjust your scarf just as you pass a jewelry store. You work jewel-related metaphors into every possible conversation: "She's as dull as a half-price CZ," or "I wish my hair were PLATINUM." You aren't convincing him to marry you --you're showing him that you think he's a moron.
2. The business agreement: "Look, neither of us are getting any younger, let's just get married," you briskly inform him while whipping out a sensible spreadsheet that proves exactly how marriage will be beneficial to both parties. This approach is about as romantic as a hairball, and if he thought he was worried about being celibate once he walked down the aisle, this is just the tool to convince him of that.
3. The angry passive-aggressive "hint": "What do you want for Hanukkah," he asks sweetly. "I want to die alone, in my parents' basement, covered in cat hair," you hiss in reply, as your head spins like a top and pea soup spews from your mouth. You charmer -- who wouldn't wanna marry you?
4. The angry aggressive-aggressive approach: When most guys consider marriage, they aren't envisioning a romantic ceremony and a reception filled with their nearest and dearest. They're thinking that you're the last person they're ever going to hook up with, and if their friends' marriages are any indicator, he's not even going to be getting much of that.
If you need to shriek and demand a proposal from a guy, he's probably going to walk quickly in the opposite direction. Even if he gives in, you might have a fun wedding, but you're not going to have much of a marriage. Sure, he might have sprung for the ring, but he's never going to forget that he was hectored into doing something he wasn't ready to do.
Much better to show Aunt Sophie your other finger, congratulate Cousin Myrna on landing such a stylish groom, give your sister a congratulatory hug, and count yourself lucky that you're not going to see your family for another year.
Four horrible ways to get him to pop the question
Maybe it's because we're forced to deal with our families more than usual during the holidays, but these can be trying times for women without rings on their wedding fingers.
Aunt Esther's annual grab at your left hand and subsequent clucking over your naked ring finger is annoying, but you write it off because she's senile and will die soon. When your cousin Myrna gasses on about her impending nuptials over eggnog, you actually feel a little sorry for her because you see the way her betrothed keeps eyeing her sister.
But when your baby sister flashes the rock that her professor-turned-paramour put under the tree, you succumb to a little condition called "The Ring Tizzy."
"The Ring Tizzy" is what happens when you just can't take another snide comment, pitying look, or "helpful" suggestion. You're single, after all -- not recently diagnosed with some fatal, flesh-eating disease.
But that's how it can feel sometimes, and instead of cracking-wise in reply, you give in and decide that you are going to shut all of them up once and for all because you, too, are getting married. Whether he likes it or not. After all, you guys have been dating for a couple years, months, weeks, or days -- how long does he think he's going to keep milking that cow for free?
Here's exactly the wrong way to go about extracting a proposal from your man.
1. The cutesy ooopsy method: You leave magazines scattered around. Oddly enough, each one open to giant, full-page ads for diamond rings. You hum "Every kiss belongs to Kay" and every other jewelry store jingle you can think of.
While out walking with your guy, you always seem to need to stop and tie your shoes or adjust your scarf just as you pass a jewelry store. You work jewel-related metaphors into every possible conversation: "She's as dull as a half-price CZ," or "I wish my hair were PLATINUM." You aren't convincing him to marry you --you're showing him that you think he's a moron.
2. The business agreement: "Look, neither of us are getting any younger, let's just get married," you briskly inform him while whipping out a sensible spreadsheet that proves exactly how marriage will be beneficial to both parties. This approach is about as romantic as a hairball, and if he thought he was worried about being celibate once he walked down the aisle, this is just the tool to convince him of that.
3. The angry passive-aggressive "hint": "What do you want for Hanukkah," he asks sweetly. "I want to die alone, in my parents' basement, covered in cat hair," you hiss in reply, as your head spins like a top and pea soup spews from your mouth. You charmer -- who wouldn't wanna marry you?
4. The angry aggressive-aggressive approach: When most guys consider marriage, they aren't envisioning a romantic ceremony and a reception filled with their nearest and dearest. They're thinking that you're the last person they're ever going to hook up with, and if their friends' marriages are any indicator, he's not even going to be getting much of that.
If you need to shriek and demand a proposal from a guy, he's probably going to walk quickly in the opposite direction. Even if he gives in, you might have a fun wedding, but you're not going to have much of a marriage. Sure, he might have sprung for the ring, but he's never going to forget that he was hectored into doing something he wasn't ready to do.
Much better to show Aunt Sophie your other finger, congratulate Cousin Myrna on landing such a stylish groom, give your sister a congratulatory hug, and count yourself lucky that you're not going to see your family for another year.
Great Minds Think Alike
Biffy and I are totally on the same wavelength. It's teamwork at its best.
So, perhaps I shall rephrase this...great biffs think alike!
Yes!
Fantastic!
'Til next time!
So, perhaps I shall rephrase this...great biffs think alike!
Yes!
Fantastic!
'Til next time!
A Blog Full of Fun
The weekend was so much fun that I actually got a lot more sick. No seriously, I started to lose my voice Friday night and by Saturday, it was gone. I was literally better off just not speaking. I had to scream half the time just to be somewhat audible. No good. Sunday was a tad better, but after an entire day of Christmas shopping (yes, I'm almost done) and not really resting at all, I was done. Monday rolled around and I couldn't get up for the life of me. I was so sick and beyond drained. I think I woke up 5:30am as I normally did on a work day and contemplated for an hour if I could get myself to get up. Yeah, no such luck. You know I'm sick when I actually take a sick day. If you don't know me by now, I hardly ever take sick days even when I probably should. So, for me to decide on my own to take one, I was mighty sickly.
So anyways, what preempted all of this included the following fun times:
Friday, I went to the Improv with JB, Steph, Aron, Matt and Biff-tastic. (Oh, and Drea and Jerry too!) We saw Jo Koy and oh man, he's hilarious! I don't have a picture, so. . .(insert photo here)
Then on Saturday, I went to Blair's briday shower at the Scarlet Tea Room in Pasadena. Blair was so pretty and I had a ton of fun with Ji, Megan and Hilary. We were the fun table :)
So anyways, what preempted all of this included the following fun times:
Friday, I went to the Improv with JB, Steph, Aron, Matt and Biff-tastic. (Oh, and Drea and Jerry too!) We saw Jo Koy and oh man, he's hilarious! I don't have a picture, so
Then on Saturday, I went to Blair's briday shower at the Scarlet Tea Room in Pasadena. Blair was so pretty and I had a ton of fun with Ji, Megan and Hilary. We were the fun table :)
Then aftwards, my sickly, voiceless self watched the De La Hoya vs. Pacquiao fight. Go Manny, go! But oh man, that wasn't even much of a fight. Pacquiao won in the 8th round - TKO. And De La Hoya...well, his face was swollen.
Sunday, I did almost all of my Christmas shopping. Though, I guess most of it involved shopping for my Christmas decorations since I already did a lot of online shopping. But, it was totally worth it. I introduce to you, my very first Christmas tree :)
Seriously?
- I think today has been the longest day known to man. It's either that or time has stopped. Take your pick!
- Conference rooms have doors for a reason, yet people feel the need to leave it open while having a meeting. Right, because that makes sense.
- Historically, the Canadian dollar (CAD) has a higher conversion rate to the US dollar (USD), meaning 1 USD = 1.25942 CAD. So, please tell me why USD 1.8M was requested to be paid for CAD 1.6M? Think about it. Go ahead, take a second and let that sink in.
That's all.
'Til next time!
Thanksgiving, Black Friday & Britney, OH MY!
What better way to kick off Thanksgiving (and really the start of the holiday season) than NKOTB & fun times with my Biff! If Jordan Knight = hot and quality time with my Biff = damn good time, then Jordan Knight + Biff time = hot damn good time!
Man, I love this time of the year! After spending Thanksgiving with the family, it was time for every shopoholic's dream come true...Black Friday. I spent Black Friday with Natasha (of course), Matt & Steph. We headed out to Cabazon at around 10pm or so (as in Thursday, the day we gave thanks, which also happens to be before Friday) for some hardcore, fantastic shopping. People are crazy, but boy do I love it! Seriously, shopping is my drug. It gives me the best high. So, just imagine how great it was during one of the biggest sales of the year. Love it! It's really good that I get such a high from retail therapy because I actually had to work that Friday, you know, when it was an actual company holiday. Gotta love working in Treasury...if the banks are working, then so are we. But I was a trooper. I got home by 7am and went straight to work. Oh and then sleep and other fun stuff were thrown in there too :)
But man oh man, the highligt of this week so far...Miss Britney Spears! She is back. That's right, folks! Britney is back, looking like herself and heading out on tour! And I will be there on April 19 with my lovely "Throw Me" girls, Christian, Layla and Victoria. I can't wait!
'Til next time!
Man, I love this time of the year! After spending Thanksgiving with the family, it was time for every shopoholic's dream come true...Black Friday. I spent Black Friday with Natasha (of course), Matt & Steph. We headed out to Cabazon at around 10pm or so (as in Thursday, the day we gave thanks, which also happens to be before Friday) for some hardcore, fantastic shopping. People are crazy, but boy do I love it! Seriously, shopping is my drug. It gives me the best high. So, just imagine how great it was during one of the biggest sales of the year. Love it! It's really good that I get such a high from retail therapy because I actually had to work that Friday, you know, when it was an actual company holiday. Gotta love working in Treasury...if the banks are working, then so are we. But I was a trooper. I got home by 7am and went straight to work. Oh and then sleep and other fun stuff were thrown in there too :)
But man oh man, the highligt of this week so far...Miss Britney Spears! She is back. That's right, folks! Britney is back, looking like herself and heading out on tour! And I will be there on April 19 with my lovely "Throw Me" girls, Christian, Layla and Victoria. I can't wait!
'Til next time!