Weekend Wonders

For Ryan's last weekend in LA, we tried to have as much fun as possible. Activities included dinner and drinks with the crew. We dined at one of our fave places, Pitfire Pizza, and then headed to Torrance's Lucky Strike to support Josh's Redhawk Brigade line in another Graffiti Beach expo.

Saturday we just bummed around until tailgating time. USC hosted #2 Oregon for their 2010 Homecoming. The stadium was packed with fans in crimson and yellow. The game was a real nail-biter up until the end of the 3rd quarter when the "Dirty Ducks" pulled away.

Yummy Traditional Hot Dog!


Halloween Eve brought a rowdy good time for Nik, ole' Bill, sneaks, and I. (See post from last night)

Sunday brought more bumming, a few naps, and a stroll down to the Santa Monica Promenade before 5:30 church. We finished up the evening with some MNF and Internet surfing.

Just a typical weekend for two love birds who like to go-go-go!

Halloween aka "Adult Dress Up Free Day"

After not dressing up for Halloween last year (and feeling incredibly horrible about it (mainly because I paid $50 for an unused costume)), we decided to do it up in style this year.

My Derby horse and I met up with Lady Gaga & Justin Bieber for some drinks & dancing in Manhattan Beach. We sang along to oldies with the band led by Ozzy Osbourne. We laughed and pointed at the various costumes. Highlights include the freaky Lady G, the speedo sporting water polo player, and the camel toe (who actually looked like a 70's hippie). But mostly, we felt right back in college...just what Lady Gaga and I were hoping for.



Other participants and their outfits can be seen below!


Tay as Finding Nemo


Liz & her sister as lions

Rookie of the Year

John Wall or DeMarcus Cousins

Who the hell cares? I'd be happy with either. The pure fact that the discussion is between two former Wildcats makes me warm and fuzzy inside.

It's basketball season, baby! (in the horrid Dicky V voice)

Late 20's Life Crisis

This morning as I drove to work and listened to Prince's Raspberry Beret, it dawned on me that I am experiencing a late 20's life crisis. You know the kind when "you are not engaged or married, do not own a house, and especially do not have kids but your younger siblings have all of the above as do the majority of your friends and your heart (and body) desire these things plus you were raised in the south which makes this an expectation" type of life crisis.

Perhaps I am being selfish and bratty which I am only slightly afraid to admit. But if these things are what my heart desires then what do I do? Look at my heart and say, "you are being a brat." Not to mention that the yearning for a child has much to do with the genetic make-up as well as the ever-changing female body which I indeed did not create (because if I had, I would have left a few choice things out that women suffer through FYI).

Maybe if I was born and raised in Oshkosh, Wisconsin I wouldn't feel the pressure of the good ole' south and I'd be more concerned with things such as cheese and overalls. Unfortunately, that is just not the case with me.

I have worked so hard to have few (if any) regrets in my life, but with age it becomes more difficult to continue that mentality. I make mistakes, lots of them actually, and sometimes I wish I could turn back the clock (just for a minute) and have a redo. Lately, I find myself wanting to turn back someone else's clock. To have a redo for someone else. Mainly because I struggle so much with a past that does not even belong to me. It is almost like I am in competition with a past that can never be changed, and in order for me to move towards what my heart desires, I must trump the competition. Talk about a 'no win' situation.

And lately it seems that LeAnn Rimes' Jenny and I have more in common than I'd care for frankly:

Jenny's got a job, a cat named Jake,
31 candles on her birthday cake
Next year

Thought by now she'd have a man
Two car seats and a minivan
But it still ain't here

She's riding out the twists of fate
She's had all that she can take
She says something's gotta give

Ok I don't have a cat nor am I quite to 30, much less 31, (and a minivan will never be my thing) but I do keep beggin' that Something's Gotta Give.

My Baby Beaumont

For the past 3 1/2 years, little Beau man has been my constant bff. I love(d) coming home to his wagging tail and wide-eyed gaze. I love(d) watching him prance his way down the sidewalk making it known that he is the king of the neighborhood despite his size. I love(d) how he rolled over and growled for me to rub his belly all the while smiling with his bright under-bite shining through. I love(d) cuddling up to him at nighttime and having him warm my feet as he snoozed dreamily (with the occasional snore). And I love(d) waking up to him laying on my chest staring at me with those sweet eyes and saying, "wake up mommy; it is time to take me potty."

But what I love(d) most is how no matter how I was feeling, the little guy always made me feel better. Dogs truly are woman's best friend. I can't wait to be reunited with Baby Beau soon!