Love Me Some Family Time

I am exhausted. The thought of writing right now is definitely feeling more like a chore than theraputic. Vegas truly does suck the life out of you...

I am thoroughly impressed with myself as I did not gamble one penny while on vaca in sin city. The act of throwing my money away is about the most unappealing idea in my opinion. I watched my brother and mother drop hundo after hundo on everything from the penny slots to the craps table. I watched $400 disappear in three minutes, literally. How is that humanly possible?

Aside from going gambling free, I absolutely enjoyed spending time with my family. I have come to cherish the time we spend together, even if it is just for a few days. The conversations, the laughs, the jokes, and the stories are very precious to me. My family is one of a kind, and they truly do embrace those important in our lives.

Where Sunsets are Served Daily

Braving the Thursday night college crowd, I ventured out into PB last night. I repeated to myself that it was for the sake of the NFL's fall return; secretly, I had the itch for a few casual cocktails at the old spot. So to Homeplate I went.

As I crept up the backstairs (which has not been done in 2 months and usually the front entrance has a line around the block), it felt awkward to be there. Normally our obnoxious crew is visible but Garz & Joe virtually blended into the bar. I walked from north side to south side (for the south side, head to Mexico FYI) looking for them. They thoroughly enjoyed this game as they toyed with me via text.

Though I hadn't been there in awhile, the staff looked extremely familiar...a comforting sign that things hadn't changed too much. The awful DJ that we have petitioned to have 'let-go' was still ruining songs left and right. I ran into some random people who I hadn't seen since my lag in the PB night scene. Homeplate was surprisingly not filled to its maximum capacity even with their $3-you-call-it special.

All signs pointed to me that summer thus has come to an end. People will now begin to retreat to their respective adult lives (haha that is so funny to say about PB). But it was good to get out and see a glimpse of the good times.

Hurry home fellas...Shoreclub's sales are down!

S.D. 4 Life

This morning I realized how amazing my life actually is right now. By 10:30, I had completed an early jog around the beach, an hour of intense tennis training, and a 9-holes of pretty damn good golf...plus I may have had a tall Bud Light.

As Trev and I waited for the three 80yr old men to chip their respective balls, we discussed the beauty of SD. A mere 75 degrees & partly cloudy as we walked with our clubs. We could see the faint mountains in the distance and feel the Pacific breeze.

And I thought, honestly, life doesn't get much better than this. Before we started playing, my dad joked asking if I was retired. I chuckled back at him saying it seems that way as I am the youngest (by at least 30 years) on the course this am. But in reality, as I drove on, I realized that I am just living life to the fullest each moment.

I live in a place that others dream of and some actually take the plunge by migrating here. The weather. The people. The activities. San Diego is arguably Heaven on Earth.

Tay-T-Bees (aka the little devil)

For the most part, I have realized how difficult it is to actually plan what I am going to write about each day. Mainly because my writing comes from the heart and soul; thus whatever is on my mind causes gushing words and thoughts to pour into my fingers and out via keyboard.

About a week ago, my baby sister asked 'when are you going to blog about me?' In her defense, she is probably the only sibling I have that actually reads this thing. (I know what you are thinking...I know for a fact that she reads it because she sent me a lovely email expressing how much she loved it.) I tried explaining to her that when she moves me, I will write about her.

I neglected to say that she moves me daily. 7 years separates us from birth, but in many ways we are identical twins. Personality-wise, our similarities are uncanny. Emotionally, we are both wrecks at times ('got the crying genes). Physically, we teeter year-by-year as we both mature and develop.

But my favorite things about her are the things that make her Tay-Tay. She has the most beautiful artistic ability that encourages me to be more creative. Her sense of humor is corky but appropriate. My personal favorites are her voice impressions of famous people (mainly the man from VH1's Lives of the Rich & Famous used to taunt our brother).

When I left home, she was only 11yrs old. Time after time, I would come home to see how much she had matured. She was no longer the 'little devil' who played the baby card. She was a teenager...then a woman. She discusses things with a wordly-insight that I enjoy hearing. She inspires me to be a better sister, a better person.

And I know that she will do extraordinary things with her life.

Maybe, Just Maybe, Baby

I've returned from my 2-day hiatus of writing. Admittedly, I feel as if I have been sinning by not writing, and I realize how theraputic and helpful it truly is to the big picture. In my defense, I attempted to write yesterday, but our internet connection was down. So after a day and a half of contemplating what to write and express, I think I am ready to commit it to print.

I have always known that my life is rather blessed: a supportive family (despite their obscure way of showing it along with the radical discussions that occur) and wonderful friends (if you overlook their sarcastic jabs at my natural personality).

I consider myself to be fortunate in being able to experience both love and stability in my relationships with others. However, I continuously prayed for an amazing someone...someone who would inspire me to be better but appreciate who I already was. Someone who welcomed my current strengths yet challenged me to overcome my weaknesses.

In the past four days, I have come to learn that God wasn't ignoring my prayers. He was just waiting for the right time to answer them. And it is the most extraordinary feeling to experience. To know that there might be someone who finds me to be intriguing enough to stick around...even if its just for a little while.