Coffee and Dad

I forgot to blog for a little while, oops. But I have excellent news! The job interview I went on a couple of weeks ago went pretty well & I’m officially a little barista. Give me all the PSLs, please. Since I can hardly order my own drink without stuttering, I’m really nervous about this, but I also think that having a second job (and possibly a roommate) is going to take my stress level down a little and that’s really all I care about right now. Seriously, I feel like my head might explode and I’m over it.

If you insist…

Sometimes when I’m sad or even in just a weird mood, I don’t want to write because I worry that Internet creeps will know way too much of whats going on (as if they don’t already) and even though I have this public blog, I’m not into it.  Not saying that I’ve been sad while I’ve been MIA for the last two weeks, but I think I’ve definitely been in a weird mood. Seriously, the first thing I do when I have extra money coming in is getting another membership to hot yoga. Way cheaper than therapy and the drive home after a class makes everything better.

Speaking of not having money right now, I bought a watch today. I know, I’m an asshole, but at least I paid using real money (seriously, I never want to touch a credit card again in my life) and even though I feel extremely guilty for it, I’ve thought long and hard about it and I’m coming to terms with it.

When I was in middle school, my dad bought me a watch for my birthday: a silver Fossil watch with a metallic blue face. It was the only watch I’ve ever owned (except for a $10 Target one I bought a few months ago but refuses to actually stay on my wrist) and I wore it every single day from that birthday and for years after he passed away until it pretty much fell apart. I wore it in the shower, in my sleep, to work, in the ocean, in the lake, when I was fat, and when I was skinny. Sometime during way too many moves, I misplaced it and even though I’m actually really bad at reading a watch in a hurry, I have always remembered that watch. I remember how the day I opened it, I pretty much thought knew that I was a big deal because, DUH, it was Fossil. Those are like, a million dollars, right? Plus he said I was turning into a grown up and grown ups need to know what time it is. A smart man, that guy.

For the last few years I’ve been debating getting a new one but could never really justify spending um, a million dollars, on a watch. Or $115, whatever. When you’re eating toast for dinner most nights of the week, its all the same thing. Then I got this job where I have to cover up my wrist tattoo and of course this seemed like a fitting time to just get one, so I did. Yes, I will most likely still look at my phone often when I need to know the time (because I’m a mf’n adult, as I learned in middle school) but in just the few hours that I’ve been wearing it (over the tattoo I got for him, ironically enough), I find myself thinking about him every time I see it. I understand that it may be cheesy (or ridiculous) to some people that a specific brand of watch could bring up so many memories of my dad, but when there are little to no photos to look back on and nobody to talk about him to, I really appreciate every chance I get to flashback a few years and think of him.

Besides the bouquet of flowers he got me every year on my birthday (a tradition that I shamelessly carry on myself because nobody else will), that million dollar watch is the last material gift that I remember getting from him, and even though I don’t have that one anymore, the one I’m wearing now has already reminded me of him and I like to think of this gift to myself as a reminder that I still need to make him proud… every. single. day. I’ve spent a lot of time alone in the past few months and I think about him often, but it also reminds me that things could be worse, and they have been.

So yes, I bought it when I probably shouldn’t have, but I bought it because I got a 2nd job that (sorta) required it. I got a 2nd job because I’m not going to let awful life events and choices bring me down. And I’m not letting things bring me down because I still need to be everything I promised to him when he was sick.

There you have it, Internet creeps. I just did exactly what I was planning on not doing. You’re welcome.

Julie vs. Ryan

Its 9:30 on a Saturday night and I’m fighting the ridiculous urge to watch The Notebook. The stupid, stupid Notebook. As a substitute, I’m watching Julie & Julia for the second time this month while Tater licks Olive’s face for the 87th time today. It’s an exciting night over here.

After sleeping in until nearly 1 this afternoon, I dragged myself out of bed to go shopping for my lovely friend’s bridal shower which is tomorrow. I haven’t been to Anthro in maybe 6 months(?) so I used this as my excuse to go drool over dresses and knobs and bowls. I was a happy girl. Two hours later, I walked out with just her gifts, which I’m pretty sure deserves a pat on the back since I didn’t get anything for myself. Good job, self.

Everything is so beautiful

Don’t mind me

I think wearing white to weddings should be okay when cats are involved, yes? For the record, cat dresses should not cost $150. And do you see whats in my hand? A HOT BEVERAGE. Fall is so close. So, so close. I’m seriously counting down the days until PSLs are back in my life.

Besides falling in love with everything I can’t afford, the rest of my day was spent being lazy in bed, practicing pilates at home, not having one meal whatsoever, and being jealous of these two for having a snuggle buddy.

just a little weird

There’s something about spending a rainy day at home alone that gets me sometimes. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but I can say with certainty that I will not be watching The Notebook. Will. Not.

Two ingredients

2nd best to banana pudding

Since living alone, my “meals” have turned into “eat whenever/whatever you want (can afford)” and if I had the choice, I would use the 1-minute express button on my microwave before turning on the stove. It’s a little combination of being lazy and being broke, but either way, I’m still eating and I’m still alive.

Once upon a time, I thought it would be fun to be a food blogger. I think these two sorry excuses for recipes are pretty good examples as to why that would be a bad idea. Still pretty good regardless.

1. PB2 and protein powder. Heat it up. Toss it over an apple. TA-DA.

2. 1/4 c. chia seeds and 1 c. light coconut milk. Refrigerate for 2 hours or so. Chia seed pudding courtesy of Trader Joes.

Now that I think about it, I think 2 ingredients is my go-to when it comes to feeding myself. Quinoa + beans. Soy milk + coffee. Cereal + milk. Almond butter + chocolate chips. The list goes on.

In other news this week: I celebrated my half birthday with a baseball game and tots from Sticky Rice, lots of pug snugs, and an interview for a part-time job. There was a free drink involved and for the record, I screwed it up when ordering. OF COURSE.

Thanks, Pinterest.

I found this outfit on Pinterest a few months ago and when I wore it to work, my coworker said it looked like something she’d seen on Pinterest. When I asked her last weekend what I should wear to my interview, she suggested the Pinterest outfit again. This is why we’re friends. I took my nose ring out and wore yellow flats because I’m an adult… who can’t put the cover back on the phone-jack-wall-thing. Whatever.

A reminder to myself

I have spent the majority of the last 48 hours trying to sift through all of the ghetto apartments on Craigslist in search of cute little ones in my favorite neighborhoods. It’s kind of bittersweet (as a lot of things in my life currently are.) I’m just trying to get an idea of whats out there since my very recent decision to live in the city. Obviously, things are slightly more complicated* than just packing up + moving, but I need to explore my options. It also seems fitting that I’m getting a bike soon. Put a bike on it.

*And by ‘slightly complicated,’ I actually mean ‘really damn complicated.’ 

This week, I’ve probably slept, cried and worn yoga pants more than any normal person should. In case you didn’t know, it’s also only Wednesday. I’m still trucking along, currently in a hoodie & yoga pants.

edamame for dinner (amongst other things)

But I’m not here to write about all of the stupid shenanigans that have ruined my week because I’d rather not have it documented to read about later since all that does is make me mad/sad/upset/want to kill all the things. Instead, rainbows and sunshine and pugs and unicorns and cats peeing in air vents. I also have some really great people in my life that distract me from all of those not-so-great things, which helps to make things somewhat bearable. Eric’s birthday was Saturday and even though I had to spend over $200 to fix my car that morning and consumed zero cake with him, the gift that I was most excited to give him was a success.

YOU DON’T KNOW ORLA

Amanda and I may have went to three different Target stores in search of these Method + Orla Kiely gems. In the same night, I came to the conclusion (officially) that Plaza Azteca trumps Mexico when it comes to delicious Mexican cuisine. I think having two taco salads this week gives me the right to make this call. Regardless, this girl is hilarious and makes my heart happy. Love her.

I love you

Tofu teriyaki lettuce wraps, please

Tots with tot. I used to see Katie every weekend and Monday was the first time I’ve seen her since April. Tots and tofu happened. I was also just happy that I didn’t have to get tots alone while reading a book about cats and drinking Blue Moon at the bar. THANK YOU, LITTLE BABY J.

RIDICULOUS

Am I the only one who feels like wearing jeans to work makes the day at least 50% better? I did what I wanted on Monday & Tuesday by wearing jeans and celebrated by taking a picture of myself in front of the toilet. Blogworthy only because I want to remember this shirt forever since it was $70 and my Anthro-shopping days are on a hiatus until further notice. I didn’t wear jeans today so the highlight of my day was my sweet friend Christy buying me lunch from Ellwood’s, which is obviously the best way to my heart.

See? There are still good things & people in the world.

Tots, please

It’s almost midnight on a Wednesday and I just want some tots from Sticky Rice. This sums up the ridiculousness that is my life.

Last night, I went to sleep feeling stupid sorry for myself for no reason and today marked day 3.5 of no makeup and dirty hair (probably day 5 for that.) For the record, I hate makeup and just last year did I start wearing some after someone commented on how terrible I looked while sick at work. Anyway, back to today. I was still sick and the thought of going into work seemed almost as awful as I looked and felt. We are obviously off to a great start, but then free Starbucks happened and all was right in the world.

OKAY THANK YOU

That was only until I had a slight panic attack about the ridiculous state of my life out of nowhere and then took medicine that I’m allergic to and broke out in hives. Everything was terrible from that point on. I cried it out over a bowl of microwavable macaroni and cheese (Annie’s white cheddar because DUH), napped, went to the gym, and spent the best two hours making a birthday gift for E. It may have something to do with the fact that my day stressed me out and I needed something to distract me, or that I think its super adorable, but either way, I hope he doesn’t hate it or I’ll be forced to keep it for myself. I would be totally fine with this.

This is how she takes care of me when I’m sick.. she does an excellent job.

On a completely unrelated note, I realized last night that I spend lots of time doing yoga in my kitchen and wishing that I could afford a membership to hot yoga, not only to get rid of this frumpy feeling*, but also to be able to clear my head everyday. Back in the winter when I was going nearly every night after work, I would walk into the studio in the worst mood (I should have listened to myself and walked away from so much more in my life than I did) and could drive home feeling 100x better. I think I’m going to start putting money away now to gift this to myself for my 26th birthday. 26th or 27th? I don’t even know how old I am right now.

I had a clear train of thought when I first started thinking about writing this post and I don’t know where any of that went. If you followed along, good job. I’m hitting publish almost eight hours after I started writing… still want tots.

*this is mostly because I’m whiny when I’m sick. Everything is not really terrible.

The saddest little post

I won’t even pretend that last week was a good one because it really wasn’t. And now to start a new one, I’m sick. Sore throat, body aches, headache. Everything is terrible.

Highs: 
1. Operation Beautiful outdoor yoga with Kandis on Wednesday. Much needed. Its deserving of its own post later.
2. Thai takeout. Its the little things & one of those little things is eating takeout on the couch with my guy and not by myself, even if my tofu pad thai was slightly disappointing. And why was it orange? I ate it anyway.
3. Sheena’s baby shower. She is very pregnant but very cute. Plus I won a prize and I’m the last person I would even expect to win at a baby shower.
4. Finding a $13 dress at Urban Outfitters. Tall girl problems: it’s pretty short but the next size up looks 10 sizes too big in the top area. Whatever.
5. My car NOT getting towed even though I apparently parked in a no parking area for over two hours.
6. Life talks with a lovely friend in the Trader Joe’s parking lot. This obviously could have been even more enjoyable over tots and froyo, but it was still much appreciated. ;)

Lows: 
1. My immune system.
2. Not getting the part time job I applied for. Working FT and trying to find a PT job as well is apparently much harder than it seems. Dear little baby J, please don’t let me be homeless anytime soon.

I started writing this blog post two hours ago and have napped a few times in the process, so instead of scrapping it altogether, I’ll just take my pathetic self to bed and try again another day. I’m seriously the biggest baby when I’m sick. Now if someone could please bring me some tea, I need to shake whatever this is by the weekend!

Happy birthday to my favorite little CC on Monday!

Highs & Lows

I really like, or love, naps these days. I used to be the type of person who needed to wake up with the sun and get as much done everyday as possible. Zero naps. Saturday I pretty much napped on the couch until around 3pm. Obviously, things have changed a little.

I’m fine with it.

Living alone is kind of funny because I do the weirdest things now that have me convinced that any potential roommates would just be a terrible idea. Sometimes I sleep on the couch because I don’t want the dog in my clean bed. I don’t do the dishes everyday. I practice yoga in my kitchen randomly while I’m waiting for food to cook or to distract myself from mindlessly snacking on whatever I find. I’m terrible at doing laundry and there is almost always a basket of clean clothes on my dryer. My washer and dryer are on the 1st floor, my shower & bedroom on the 2nd. You do the math.

I think I have a history of never blogging on the weekends because I’m busy lazy so I’m going to try out just making lists every weekend instead. I love lists.

A serving bowl serving of tomatoes and cucumbers. Gimme.

Highs from this week:
1. The Olympics. Mainly the opening ceremony, but still, I love watching all of it even if I have no idea whats going on.
2. Date night. I think that for a while, I was dealt a really shitty hand at life but the fact that I came out of it with a really fantastic guy who can make me forget a terrible week makes everything worth it. Simply put, I’m so happy.
3. Vegetables! Eric brought me a whole bundle of fresh veggies and considering I lived off of cereal last week, I’m pretty excited about them.
4. Random Yapple date with Christy. You eat vegetables for dinner, you get froyo for dessert. Balance.
5. Beating the smartest person I know in a game of Scrabble.

salted caramel. strawberry cheesecake. cake batter.

Lows from this week:
1. The great house flood of 2012. That is all.
2. Realizing that you are out of body wash after you get in the shower.
3. Feeling helpless.
4. Not having a normal bedtime because I’m too busy breaking out in hives for no apparent reason.
5. Losing in Songpop. WHY IS THIS GAME SO HARD FOR ME!?

This is what late night blogging looks like. You’re welcome.

Life makes me tired

I’m overwhelmed.

If I don’t make it to the gym within 10 minutes of getting home from work in the afternoon, there’s a 90% chance that I won’t be leaving the house at all. I still need to finish unpacking an entire room of crap that I don’t know what to do with. On any given weekday, it looks like 10 people live in this house, which for someone who prefers everything to be clean and organized, this drives me crazy. I have less money than ever (or maybe I had less before I moved out got kicked out of my mom’s house), and we all know that money problems s-u-c-k.

Homeownership tires me. Mentally. Physically. All of it.

Floods that happen in the middle of the night tire me even more. In the span of four hours, I found Tater trying to eat a $100 pair of boots, Olive pooped on the floor, tried to escape from the backyard, peed ON THE COUCH, my washing machine spilled ‘a bit’ of water, I hit in my head trying to shimmy my way behind it to fix the issue, then later the hose came off completely and apparently flooded my entire hallway. I’m hoping that three inches of standing water going under my water heater is okay too, because that totally happened. It’s fine.

I’m going to need another jar…

So that all happened. I was forced to make coffee at 2:30 in the morning while freaking the hell out about my life. Its kind of ridiculous. My entire life, I’ve kept it all together and have been pretty self-sufficient, but now that I have a house, WHAT IS HAPPENING?! Even though today has started off with a big fat “OKAY, THANK YOU”, I’m just glad that this week is pretty much over at this point. I need a hug. And more coffee. FACT.

Also: I’m really glad to have fantastic people in my life that either text or call me when I’m having these little psycho moments. I love.

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Starting over

Once upon a time, I used to blog about everything that happened to me on any given day. Something made me happy? I blogged. Something pissed me off? I blogged. I would put my awkward life on full display for the world to read. Then my awkward life got crazy, changed completely (for the better, no less) and then all of my posts seemed even more awkward. Delete, delete, delete. Writing is sometimes therapeutic to me and sometimes just a pain in the ass, but when it comes down to it, I know that I feel lost when I don’t have a place to write. I need to document things, mainly for me to look back on, and sometimes I just want to brag about my life. Okay, so that second part was a lie because my life is usually boring, but we can pretend its not because this is the Internet and I can lie if I want.

I take photos in grocery stores, nbd


Every little thing is making me want to live in the city, this ‘real food’ bike rack included

To my 3 loyal readers, I promise that I won’t change my blog name ever again unless I stop completely. It’s annoying for everyone involved, but even after deleting almost every post on my last blog, it was still an awkward space for me to go back to, and I never had any desire to post. Then today at 5:10 in the afternoon while trying to come up with snarky sayings for a sign to go in the office kitchen, I decided I needed a new blog. Hummus & yoga: two things that at one point, I really hated and neither were part of my life, and now I love them both. My new $18/year home on the internet is going to be a place where I document my new life and all of the things I’m learning to love. Tastes change & so does life. And I’m so happy.


Now that we got that talk out of the way, can I quit my office job now and sit at Starbucks and blog for a living? No, seriously, this is going to be my final attempt at blogging… I think I’ll see it through this time. I can’t even make up half of the shit that happens to me, so I might as well put it here. I still feel like maybe blogging is a huge commitment that requires a lot of time and attention and less naps, but I’ll try to fit it in.

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