Holy Hotness

I suppose that I should say her Holy Hotness....SHAKIRA! I've always been a big fan. Spanish/English don't care what language she's singing in I LOVE IT! Maybe it's my Mexican genes in me but I love me a good song in Spanish. Makes me want to get up and shake the booty my German genes did not grace me with. (re: flat butt) Either way, here is why I love Shakira.

(image via google)

1.) That Hair! Oh what I would give for that hair!

2.) That Body! Again What I would give for that body!

3.) Did I mention hair?

4.) Her mad moves. I lack the booty to shake it with, but it'd still be nice to have the skillz.

5.) Her non-stop endeavors to bring education to all of Latin America

While I'm home alone you can bet that I will be dancing up a storm tonight....With the blinds shut of course.

Fearing For Tomorrow

Because I fear the youth of today. Seriously, sometimes I feel bad poking fun at them when they're all "Life is so unfair, blah blah blah" because I know some kids truly have rough lives and will probably go through more before they're 18 than I will my whole life. However, when the line "I'm moving to California I don't care" comes out, I stop feeling so bad. You've crossed the line into embarrassing emo kid and I shall make fun of you. So deal.

3 Things I've Learned While Being Sick....

1.) No matter how old I get, I CANNOT take liquid medication.

2.) The Almighty Cargo Blu-Ray Hi Def Makeup CANNOT make you not look like shit when sick.

3.) Gray hairs stand out more when you are sick. As a reminder that you are old. And look like shit.

I'm Soooo Soooo Sorry....

For that last post. Seriously wtf was that? Anyway, here's what I really was trying to say in that post.

I am alone.

(image via we heart it )

Not in the, I like to do things alone kind of way. I'm alone, I have no one. No family here. Nothing. No one. Perhaps this is being exacerbated by the fact that I'm sick, but I can honestly say that I've never felt more alone in my entire life. It sucks. No it beyond sucks. It might be the worst feeling in the world. What happened to the "I have my whole life ahead of me" kind of mentality? I'd like to get that back please. Because I'm fearful of slipping back into that deep dark pit of despair and self loathing reminiscent of post college graduation when I didn't have a job. I thought that was the worst time of my life; however this is starting to creep up there.

I'm having a hard time deciding if I just miss the familiar or if I truly do want to work things out with D. Considering it's only been a week since the breakup, I'm going to go with missing the familiar. I miss the routine. I am out of my comfort zone and boy am I uncomfortable.

Sorry for the outburst of depressing-ness. I'm hoping it passes along with this illness, because I don't think I can take much more of it.

No Day But Today

Sorry I've been listening to the Rent Soundtrack....again. Anywho, it's Day 4 since the breakup and things are still going okay. Except D is sick. Bummer. So far this living as roommates deal is working out. It's still a little awkward and I hope I'm not making things even more awkward by doing his laundry still. Really though, it's not about still doing gf like things, its about I run a tight ship and I don't like to see laundry lying about thing. Just to clear that up. I think it's just kinda awkward because for the last 4.5 years we've done almost everything together, and now that we're not it's almost like I don't know how to function. I don't have any family in this state so I can't really spend time with them right now. Ah well, I'm sure we'll get passed it. It's not like it's unexpected or anything, I didn't expect this to be a piece of cake. However I feel that the friendship we've created over these past few years will see us through.

Every New Beginning...

Comes from some other beginnings end. I'm not normally one to be like "this song is soooo about my life" but Semisonic's line from "Closing Time" has always held a spot in my heart, mainly because of the truthfulness of it. When a chapter of your life comes to a end, it's just the beginning of a new one. And with that in mind here's where this is all leading: D and I broke up. Yes over Valentine's weekend. We were never fans of St. Valentine anyways so it really was just like any other weekend, but to outsiders it probably sounds like the biggest tragedy EVER. This probably seems like it came out of the blue and OMG HOW AM I DEALING? Truth be told, I'm totally fine. We both are. In fact we're happier. Yes indeed I did cry because D has been a big, if not the biggest, part of my life for about 5 years. My best friend, father to my pets, and my all around everything. However the last couple of months have been lacking. Not hate or fighting filled but just kind of empty feeling. We still enjoyed being with each other but not like we used to. More as just friends and good roommates who have a good thing worked out. We functioned like a well oiled machine. But I'm pretty sure thats not a good way to describe a relationship. So after tearful discussions we decided that breaking up is whats best for both of us. Now here's where things are going to take an interesting turn for most of you:

We're still living together.

No not sharing a bedroom or anything. But I'm still residing in our house. In what was once the office and is now my bedroom. I know I just blew some of your minds and some people may be throwing full wine bottles at their comps screaming WHAT THE F*&% IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE?!?!?!!?! Truth is, we like living together. Just not in the dating way, but in the roommate way. The only difference is we're not pretending we've got it all figured out anymore. And it's quite the relief for us. Because we def don't have it all figured out. I'm okay with that.

At first I thought, OMG I'm 25 who's going to want me now? I'M TWENTY FIVE! AN OLD MAID! A SPINSTER! BRING OUT THE ROCKING CHAIR AND 50 CATS! Then the ridiculousness of that thought had sunk in. I have no ticking biological clock ( or if I do it's on silent like my cell phone always is) and no desire to get married. I have my whole life ahead of me with no predetermined plan that I feel I need to abide by from society. Graduate college, get married, have babies, die. Nahsomuchforme. I'm going to do whatever I damn well please whenever I want. So suck it society! We're doing things our own way so you best watch yo back.

Sorry for the long post, but it had to come out. But don't worry about us because

(Truth and tears clear the way to a deep and lasting friendship)

No I'm Not Watching The Superbowl

I don't really care for football. Nor do I care about commercials that much. Anyway this weekend was a ton of fun. Friday night we hung out at the besties house and watched one of my fav Angelina Jolie movies.

(Crash Override & Acid Burn)

That and Clueless are the best movies from 1995. Anyway, following morning went out to D's lil bro's new place of biznazzz for breakfast since it was his first day and all. Except that it really wasn't his first day because the restaurant isn't open yet. However since we're friends and family known around this town they let us come in while they were having their employee meeting and the lil bro got some cooking experience in his new job by cooking us a delicious breakfast. Oh and it was free. We will definitely be going back.....but when they're open for reals.

After the delish breakfast the bestie and I FINALLY went to the art center. We only live 1 mile away and we've never gone. It was fun and there are some really great works of art there. I recommend if you haven't been there yet. Don't be like me and wait 3 years to go. It's free and a great way to spend an afternoon. Plus their restaurant looked like it had some glorious food. If only we hadn't been stuffed from breakfast...sigh.

That night we went to the bestie's bf's show at House of Bricks in the East Village and enjoyed a fun evening out on the town. Needless to say I've spent most of the day today lounging around the house lacking motivation to do anything. All in all a great weekend.

So a recap of fun things to do: Watch Hackers, Cozy Cafe Breakfast (Located in Waukee), The Des Moines Art Center, and going out and supporting your local Des Moines bands!

And as always remember: Mess with the best, die like the rest!!!!!!!!!!

I'm sorry that people are so jealous of me....But I can't help it that I'm popular.

First things first. Hitting the gym hard and keeping up with household chores is hard work. I had a list of things I wanted to get done before heading to the gym this evening hoping that I would still be able to make it at a reasonable hour. As I was getting outta my car I was mentally preparing myself to dive right in and resist the urge to sit in front of the computer, when I walk in and see the little broseph-in-law already doing the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen table. Made my day.

Anyway, so last night at the gym post work out I'm in the locker room bundling up, I over hear a convo between a 4th grader and 5th grader. We shall call the 4th grader "popular girl" or PG for short and the 5th grader "unpopular girl" or UP for short. It went something like this:

PG: So do you have a boyfriend?

UP: No, I've never even kissed a boy.

PG: (In utter amazement) Really!??!?

UP: Yeah I'm waiting until marriage.

PG: Wow, I've already kissed like 7 guys. ( Which I'm pretty sure means about 1.)

PG: Not to brag but I'm kind of like little miss popular.

UP: I'm like miss unpopular 'cause I don't have a boyfriend.

I was cracking up at PG and felt bad for UP. I wanted to be like don't let that little skank get you down, girl has probably never kissed anyone either. But I didn't know if their moms where around and I didn't want to get the rep around the Y as the girl that calls a 10 year old a skank.

Next up: Deception of the worst kind. My bathroom scale and I are not on speaking terms. Bitch has been lying to my face for I don't know how long. Weighed myself at the Y on their fancy doctor scale and resisted the urge to scream WTF?! since I was in the family locker room. 6 lbs heavier than what I've believed I weighed all this time. SIX POUNDS! It's not so much the weight, I know I'm not fat blah blah blah, but I've been living a lie. On tomorrows to do list: Buy new scale.

Thanks for reading my crazy gym shennanigans. I'm sure there will be more to come.

So I've Been Slacking....

Big time folks. I haven't blogged in far to long. So here I am with an update on all things revolving around my life. It has been crazy. Last to weeks were just that, work and house things. Although I am happy to report that the subfloor is done and the materials for framing out the walls have been purchased! Hooray! Next up is....new washing machine and refrigerator! ( I know, I know,I know I am lame and old.) But seriously it is such a relief to see the basement underway. I've never gotten to actually use it since before it was the band room and then it flooded. I can't wait to put it to use!

I've been meaning to blog about this for a long time, but over at Oofa and Life is Bananas they blogged about their new found love for Cargo's Blu-Ray Hi-Def powder. Me and the Bestie being faithful readers and lovers of all things make-up decided to give it a go. My first go with it....notsomuch. It provided my crappy skin very little coverage and it did not work out as a foundation for me. However, the next day I used it as a finishing powder over my foundation and concealer (I KNOW alright, I have terrible uneven skin. You should feel bad for me.) and WHOA! I was sold. My skin never looked so even and it lasts
A L L D A Y L O N G. No joke. Sephora has discontinued selling Cargo make-up but Ulta still carries it. I highly recommend.

Moving on to all things handbags. I've been dying for a new bag for spring. Back in Sept. D bought me the awesomest Lacoste Boston Bag from their L University Line,

(Navy in the fall? Sign me up.)

and I've been rocking the shit outta that bag ever since. But with spring around the corner I feel it's time to retire the Navy Blue :( and bust out a bright color or two. With that in mind, I am pleased to inform you that I am now the proud owner of this lovely bag.

(In the Evergreen of course.)

Can't wait for it to arrive!

Whew this has been a long one. Thats what I get for slacking so much. I promise to be around a lot more often this month.