Life has gotten crazy hectic, much more than I imagined it would. Between school, work, and moving in with Mr. T, I don’t have time to blog. It was fun while it lasted, and thanks to all those who commented and brightened my day. Good luck and happy blogging!
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May 25, 2007
… I plan on writing about the Wayne Dyer presentation I went to on Wednesday. The man rocks. 
Now, back to work. Ugh.
May 4, 2007
My “to do” list is 1.5 pages long, and by 12:00pm I had crossed out one item.
It was: Make a to-do list
Hey, it’s progress.
April 24, 2007
Did you miss me? I sure missed you! Life has been crazy since last week, what with college applications and all. Turns out, I am applying for a Master’s degree in Primary Montessori Education!! I’ve always wanted to go back to school to get a Master’s degree, and now my dream is coming true! But of course that implies applications and essays, along with planning weddings, so it’s been a crazy week. I just came back from delivering my application and now the waiting game starts! Oh, did I mention I’ve already been hired for two 2008 weddings?!?!
In other news, I did the Rosarito-Ensenada bike race in an AWESOME 3.5 hours! It was 50 gruelling miles, including a massive 800 ft. climb in a span of less than 3 miles. I think it was the most fun I’ve had with my clothes on in a VERY long time! I can’t wait to do it again in September!!!
I found out today that one of my very close friends is pregnant! She’s been trying to get pregnant for many months, so it’s a fabulous piece of news. So now, out of my five good friends, three are pregnant (the other two aren’t married, so they’d better not be pregnant)! Can someone recommend a good “one size fits all” baby shower present? I’m at a loss…
Oh, I almost forgot! Mr. T and I celebrated the anniversary of our first date last Friday!!! Wow, I can’t believe how far I’ve come in one year. I remember I was sooooo busy with work last year, and the poor man kept calling and trying to invite me on a date. My assistant had to field my calls because the brides were driving me crazy, and Mr. T ended up talking with Mary Jane three times. I was finally able to take his call and told him, “Look, I’m available on April 20th or Thanksgiving. Take your pick.” And the rest, as they say, is history. He was such a trooper…
And finally, Mr. T is getting a new puppy tonight! Checkers, a beautiful mini red merle Australian Shepherd arrives at S.D. airport in just a few hours!!! Pictures and gushing “new mommy” descriptions to come soon.
OK, now I’m off to catch up on your blogs!!!! Thanks for not forgetting about me, all four of you!
March 5, 2007
Hi!! How IS everyone?? I had a blast but now I am tackling two hundred gazillion e-mails…Will be back later on to post!
February 22, 2007
There’s this hill on our regular bike route, and it’s a bitch. I’ve tried climbing it three times, and each time I’ve gotten about a third of the way up before I have to get off my bike in defeat and push the damn contraption up the rest of the hill.
If you have a road bike with clip pedals, you KNOW getting off a bike mid-climb – when your vision is blurry, your lungs are heaving, your arms are shaking, and your legs are burning – is no small feat. I don’t dismount the bike as much as fling a leg out for dear life, hoping I’ll be able to lean in the direction of the unclipped foot. Sometimes, my body weight doesn’t cooperate and I feel myself slowly tipping over to the opposite side of the bike (in a really pathetic slow-motion move, complete with a guttural “Nooo-o-o-o-o-o” like in the movies), my free leg flailing like a drunken can-can girl’s. Moments later, I end up sitting under my bike, red-faced and purple-assed.
Today, however, is a special day. People, TODAY I have conquered the hill!!! YEAH, BABY!!! Torrey Pines, kiss my sore butt! 
I tackled the bastard head on, shutting out all negative thoughts in my head and concentrating only on the beautiful sound of my wheezing, coughing, and grunting. Biking is such a lady-like sport! When we got to the top of the hill, Mr. T was bursting with pride. He congratulated me profusely and beamed like a new father. My first words to him at the end of the climb? “Dude, you’re buying me breakfast.”
February 20, 2007
I took these questions from Inside the Actor’s Studio on Bravo. It’s one of the few shows I miss watching…
1. What is your favorite word?
Dream
2. What is your least favorite word?
Can’t
3. What turns you on?
Assertiveness and kindness
4. What turns you off?
Cowardice and prejudice
5. What sound do you love?
Mr. T’s laugh
6. What sound do you hate?
A fork or knife scraping against a plate (just thinking about it gives me goose bumps)
7. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?
Writer
8. What profession would you not like to participate in?
Military
9. If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you enter the pearly gates?
Thank you for saving a dog’s life
February 9, 2007
Can someone tell me what is proper iPod behavior when out in public? I mean, what happens when a REALLY GOOD hip-shaking song starts playing while you’re walking down the street? Do you sing along and shake your bom-bom to the music, ignoring gawking passersby? Or, do you suppress your inner Shakira and keep putting one foot in front of the other? I feel like that commercial for a certain cell phone/mp3 player, where the girl is walking but her shadow is dancing its heart out.
Personally, I’m a shaker. I keep walking, but I swish my hips back and forth in time to the music and sing along. It’s the Latino in me and I can’t shake it (ha ha), no matter how hard I try to keep a straight face (or butt, in this case).
Holding myself accountable: I speed-walked for exactly 1 hour and plowed up two pretty steep hills. Endorphins were pumping and I felt like I could conquer the WORLD!! On a sad note, I feel a little jiggly, like some fat crept onto my hips and belly while I was busy eating french fries. With my 31st birthday looming in three weeks, I don’t have a single day to waste!!
January 26, 2007
So, I’ve been a little dense with my posts these past few days…My apologies, but sometimes a girl just has to let it out!
The title of this post should be “Why I Can Count My Friends On One Hand”, because lately that’s what I’ve noticed it’s boiled down to (and I have a couple of fingers left over…Any takers??).
Yesterday, two of my so-called friends asked me – almost bullied me – into going out for coffee with them. I had a ton of work and wanted to drive up to see Mr. T, but I figured I could use a couple of hours of “girl time” before the weekend. I hurried to get my work done, showered, packed my weekend bag, took out the trash, and dashed out the door.
Neurotically punctual, I arrived at the coffee shop at 6:oopm sharp (our appointed meeting time). I knew my friends were always a few minutes late (they’re on Mexican time), so I pulled out my New Yorker and started reading. I got caught up in a very interesting article and when I looked at my watch I was startled: it was 6:30pm!!
I pulled out my cell phone and called one of my friends. She answered and told me she was stuck inside her building’s garage because the garage door code was changed for security reasons and nobody warned her. She wailed: “Trust me, I’ve been in my car for 10 minutes!” I did some mental math and realized that at the time she got into her car, she was already 20 minutes late for our meeting. But, whatever…I told her I’d take a rain-check, considering our other friend hadn’t bothered to show up, either.
This afternoon, I get an I.M. from the second friend, apologizing profusely for not arriving on time. Thank GOD for the visual anonymity of instant messaging; I was able to stick out my tongue at her without her knowledge. The excuse that followed her apology was: “I had the most horrendous day yesterday!” Worried that something had gone wrong with her recently announced pregnancy (she miscarried last year), I asked her what was amiss. She replied: “Oh, nothing much. I just had to go to Office Depot to get some copies and they took forever!”
BITCH.
