tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49891202317080352882024-03-12T20:12:30.803-07:00Confessions of a HighbrowUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989120231708035288.post-56534998663233534562010-04-10T12:43:00.000-07:002010-04-10T12:47:13.171-07:00COAHB<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S8DVqxTx81I/AAAAAAAAAK4/l64ayWn-aQw/s1600/wordpress.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S8DVqxTx81I/AAAAAAAAAK4/l64ayWn-aQw/s200/wordpress.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458597679140565842" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">It's official, I'm linked up to <a href="http://coahb.wordpress.com/">Wordpress</a>. Come check me out! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989120231708035288.post-42847377878327561872010-04-01T18:34:00.001-07:002010-04-01T18:47:29.132-07:00Rinse & Repeat<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S7VMl1UDycI/AAAAAAAAAKo/QYX7wCR-xck/s1600/0shampoo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S7VMl1UDycI/AAAAAAAAAKo/QYX7wCR-xck/s320/0shampoo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455350736479308226" /></a><br />Ever notice how you happen to have the same conversations with the same people? Or the same relationships? Or the same problems? Or the same complaints? I have found, over this last year, that we humans love to rinse and repeat. We bitch, moan, complain and compromise with cynicism. We "talk about it" and say we are "over it." But funny enough, we get right back on that Bitch Wagon to do it all over again. <div><br /></div><div>Ever have the friend who dates the perpetual loser/cheater? You wonder to yourself, how in the world such a great girl keeps picking such lousy men! Or you watch a coworker have the same complaint about another coworker. Perfect frenemies, one minute they are chatting at the water cooler about how silly it is they believed the rumors each other spoke and the next they are back to being catty. Rinse and repeat.</div><div><br /></div><div>When are we <i>ever</i> gonna learn!?! You're wasting water people, and not just the kind from the faucet. I'm talking the energy that makes you a person. Your energy, when on rinse and repeat, is constantly depleted. So my lesson for the day, once you've rinsed DON'T repeat. Turn off the faucet and save your energy. It may just save your life...and a few relationships along the way. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989120231708035288.post-77667286282345375622010-03-30T18:24:00.000-07:002010-04-01T18:50:48.133-07:00I'll Fairy Dust Your Face<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S7KrxjozP7I/AAAAAAAAAKg/DqeEx0aWZu0/s1600/Peter-Pan-Wendy-and-Tinkerbell-peter-pan-6584203-521-456.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S7KrxjozP7I/AAAAAAAAAKg/DqeEx0aWZu0/s320/Peter-Pan-Wendy-and-Tinkerbell-peter-pan-6584203-521-456.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454610966567403442" /></a><br />I'm off to the Never Neverland (Disneyland that is) this weekend but don't know if my Peter Pan will be coming with.<div><br /></div><div>Wendy, that little menacing wench, has complicated the matters. This little Tinkerbell isn't having any of it. </div><div><br /></div><div>Here's the thing, there's a certain level of respect in a new relationship. That includes, but not limited to:</div><div><br /></div><div>1) Distance with any Exes </div><div>2) Not bragging about old f* buddies</div><div>3) No cheating, sexting or phone sex with anyone other than your new partner</div><div><br /></div><div>Boundaries need to be set from the beginning. I've learned over the months that surprisingly I am ready and willing to be madly in love. This does NOT mean marriage and children, just to note. This means the full development of a loving, honest and joyful relationship with someone equally engaged and willing to be fearless in the face of commitment. Someone who will stand for me and the relationship. </div><div><br /></div><div>In my current relationship I am at a crossroads and the light is red. I have no roadmap, no way to judge my direction. This relationship has me a bit lost in the Land of Love. Is it supposed to be this complicated? </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989120231708035288.post-62562104102084974262010-03-22T18:53:00.000-07:002010-03-22T18:58:50.960-07:00A Dying Breed<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S6ggGdV1VTI/AAAAAAAAAKY/QbjSR9aVeDE/s1600-h/IMG00169-20100317-0752.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S6ggGdV1VTI/AAAAAAAAAKY/QbjSR9aVeDE/s320/IMG00169-20100317-0752.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451642644259493170" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#551A8B;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Bart, Montgomery Station, Downtown San Francisco. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#551A8B;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#551A8B;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989120231708035288.post-21964758049653917072010-03-19T21:48:00.001-07:002010-03-19T22:12:16.026-07:00I'm Juicin'<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S6RYpaZqaRI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/EnAB_o6pqMQ/s1600-h/carrotjuicin.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S6RYpaZqaRI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/EnAB_o6pqMQ/s320/carrotjuicin.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450578917509982482" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm considering going on a juicing program. No, I'm not speaking of the illegal variety. </div><div><br /></div><div>Now we all know I am madly in love with Bikram yoga. The sweat, intensity and overall high I get from being in that room for 90 minutes is indescribable. I am a frequent yogi of Funky Door Yoga but due to the complexity of getting there sans car, I've decided to give <a href="http://www.globalyoga.biz/">Global Yoga</a> a try this coming week. After reviewing their website I see they have a juicing program and I am SUPER pumped. My body is in desperate need for a detox! I'm feeling bloated, heavy and overall lacking in energy and motivation. And with the good weather right around the corner...well, it's bikini season and I'll be vain and say I want to look HOT. </div><div><br /></div><div>The premise behind the juicing program is simply: detox, bolster the immune system and create an alkaline environment for a mostly acidic environment. In this day and age most Americans experience a heavily rich and saturated diet of acidic based foods (processed, fried, etc.) and the program claims to help promote and regenerate the alkaline reserve each body is so desperately depleted of. </div><div><br /></div><div>Aside from the purpose of juicing the process also boasts the results of weight loss, increased intestinal (how do I say this?) <i>cleansing</i> and an overall physical improvement. From a period of a few days to almost two weeks, I am able to pick up 5 juices each morning that are made especially for me. I'm thinking this is brilliant, only so much because I def don't have the time to make these things on my own. To me, that's well worth the money.</div><div><br /></div><div>Stay tuned for my weight loss extravaganza! </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989120231708035288.post-67554228078939734512010-03-13T12:47:00.000-08:002010-03-13T15:39:20.728-08:00Time Management<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S5whgaddIQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/9RmvsM_clJk/s1600-h/multitasking.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S5whgaddIQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/9RmvsM_clJk/s320/multitasking.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448266489953853698" /></a><br />This last week I started my new job that is located in South San Francisco, so needless to say there is a commute involved. Roughly an hour each way, I take the bus, Bart and a shuttle to arrive by 8:30 in the morning. This whole routine, plus the 9 hours I am at the office, takes a substantial chunk of time as you can imagine. I now juggle work, personal commitments, friends, the Boy and...oh right working out, in my daily routine. To put it mildly, working out is at the bottom of my list.<div><br /></div><div>So how does a young, professional woman juggle the many avenues of her life? </div><div><br /></div><div>I woke up to a beautiful San Francisco day and decided to lace up my running shoes and hit the pavement. I ran the Embarcadero and then did the steps up to Coit. I was exhausted! I hadn't worked out all week and I didn't enjoy huffing and puffing my way home. There must be a way to organize my time more efficiently to include <i>everything</i> I love. But how?</div><div><br /></div><div>My priority list is as follows:</div><div><br /></div><div>1. Work </div><div>2. Friends/loved ones/the Boy</div><div>3. Third party organizations/volunteering commitments</div><div>4. Working out/health plan</div><div><br /></div><div>Now some reason I feel it needs to be reversed. </div><div><br /></div><div>1. Working out/health plan</div><div>2. Volunteering commitments</div><div>3. Friends/loved ones/the Boy</div><div>4. Work</div><div><br /></div><div>No...still not quite right.</div><div><br /></div><div>Visually I've set up my calendar to be color coded and categorized. This not only helps me distinguish what and how I spend my time, but where I may need to add or delete too much of a good thing. For example, most of my days are blue indicating work related time. Now I know it is only natural my calendar will be mostly blue, considering I spend so many days there. But my friends, who are in pink, aren't too plentiful. My pink space is much more limited than my blue space. Working out, which is green, is virtually non-existent. If a stranger looked at my calendar, they would be able to tell what I value based on my color coordination. I would be embarrassed to say that my face-to-face friend time doesn't seem to be of high importance.*</div><div><br /></div><div>I've figured out how to color code my calendar, be efficient backing up my notes with <a href="http://www.evernote.com/">Evernote</a> and mapping out my ideas and goals with <a href="http://www.mindmeister.com/">Mindmeister</a>, yet I am still lacking in the performance aspect. That is, a lot of what I have scheduled isn't happening. This is where I learn, rather sadly, that my enthusiasm does not trump my apparent lack of discipline. I may schedule a 6 am gym sess but I don't want to get out of the warm bed that houses my very cute Boy and his fantastic cuddling skills. I may want to see my friends for brunch on a Saturday, but I end up not leaving my house because I'm too cozy reading in bed. It's appropriate to have me time, but it's also imperative I foster the loving relationships around me. Some girls <i>can</i> have it all. </div><div><br /></div><div>It's my conclusion, after all of this, that <b>balance coupled with discipline</b> is the key to my success. Now time to just do it!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">*Just to note, though I do not have a lot of face to face time with my nearest and dearest, I am in constant communication with most of them throughout my day via text or email. I know this isn't quite the same, but I feel I needed to note that my communications are high, my physical abilities are limited by time and space, and that thing called physics. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989120231708035288.post-2698576145148669482010-03-07T13:52:00.000-08:002010-03-07T14:26:35.401-08:00It's Not Official Till it's on Facebook<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S5QkcmZYoTI/AAAAAAAAAKA/iS3c2ysIpiE/s1600-h/fb_statusrelationship.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S5QkcmZYoTI/AAAAAAAAAKA/iS3c2ysIpiE/s320/fb_statusrelationship.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446017923159728434" /></a><br />The current trend of making it "official" on FB seems to be the only way we boys and girls confirm or deny a relationship. To many of us, putting our relationship status on FB solidifies the couplehood that we have declared. To others it's seen as obtrusive and too much information. I'm torn, as most of my life is on the internet I wonder if I should add this little bit of info or not. <div><br /></div><div>Now, I'm not all for disclosing names and making a big deal out of who I'm dating yet at the same time, as all my friends seem to be disclosing their partners to the millions of users online, I tend to wonder about my own status. I'm not single. I'm definitely in a relationship. I'm loving what these last few weeks have brought me and loving the time spent with this man of mine. Since when did a status get so complicated? </div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989120231708035288.post-26953552002021616362010-03-03T11:55:00.000-08:002010-03-03T12:04:30.443-08:00It's Official<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S46_1QYFW7I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/SMhoQbFKcRA/s1600-h/joan-madmen.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S46_1QYFW7I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/SMhoQbFKcRA/s320/joan-madmen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444499921187462066" /></a><br />Now I know I may not be as voluptuous, red-headed or sensual as Miss <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0376716/">Joan Holloway</a> from <a href="http://www.amctv.com/originals/madmen/">Mad Men</a> but over the next few months she will be mentor as I embark on an exciting career change. <div><br /></div><div>I've currently been signed on as the EA to a CEO of a large software tech firm in the Bay Area and couldn't be more excited! I will be using Joan as my fashion icon and mentor as I enter the workforce. I know, I know...I'm so much more of a Betty! But isn't it fun to play dress up? </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989120231708035288.post-60274067986218114472010-03-03T10:54:00.000-08:002010-03-03T10:59:41.097-08:00Quote of the Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S46xdGX_8uI/AAAAAAAAAJw/T_coB_I2EkI/s1600-h/Sharon-Stone.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S46xdGX_8uI/AAAAAAAAAJw/T_coB_I2EkI/s320/Sharon-Stone.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444484113023103714" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;">"Women may be able to fake orgasms, but men can fake an entire relationship" - Sharon Stone</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989120231708035288.post-86250617767584579692010-03-02T15:30:00.000-08:002010-03-02T15:36:43.254-08:00Some Men...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S42Ny9GVGbI/AAAAAAAAAJo/qwX3XHXOmxg/s1600-h/fire_hydrant.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S42Ny9GVGbI/AAAAAAAAAJo/qwX3XHXOmxg/s200/fire_hydrant.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444163431094884786" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Are like fire hydrants, they just let women pee all over them.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989120231708035288.post-73082928772031639512010-03-01T21:00:00.000-08:002010-03-02T14:15:22.018-08:00Vintage Beauty<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S4yeWBnStlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/2imx-BSbekM/s1600-h/Dollhouse-Bettie-Pinup-and_439748AB.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S4yeWBnStlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/2imx-BSbekM/s320/Dollhouse-Bettie-Pinup-and_439748AB.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443900150811637330" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Paint your lips a violent shade of red, pour yourself a glass of champagne and tune Pandora to anything by Tony Bennett or Frank Sinatra. Lie back on your chaise lounge (if you don't have one, find one!) and bask in the glory that is your beauty. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, 'Lucida Grande', 'Bitstream Vera Sans', verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I fundamentally believe that our society has taken women in the wrong direction when it comes to feeling sexy. The images we are given, day in and day out, are not only irrational but they are also typically unattainable. Saying that, no matter what size you are or how you feel about your shape, I believe that a woman should feel great from the moment she puts on her first piece of clothing, which is typically the infamous bra and panties. Why not feel sexy from the moment you touch clothing to skin?<br /><br /></span><a href="http://www.dollhousebettie.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dollhouse </span></a><span class="highlighted" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background- color:transparent;"><a href="http://www.dollhousebettie.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Bettie's</span></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> is an absolute wonderful location for not only sexy lingerie but also deliciously sweet nighties and gowns. From vintage to current trends, they have everything you are looking for. Garter belts, satin gowns and robes, bra and pantie sets, lace, bows, ribbon...What more to please the senses than the touch of these on your skin? The staff are more than helpful and give you plenty of space and time to try on whatever you need and desire.<br /><br />I highly recommend this little shop and look forward to coming back soon. And ladies, let's bring sexy back, not for others but for ourselves!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">*</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Photo courtesy of Dollhouse Bettie</span></i></span></div><div><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989120231708035288.post-19448698504839209072010-03-01T13:08:00.000-08:002010-03-01T13:09:58.343-08:00Confessions on Bloglovin!<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"><a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/1542841/confessions-of-a-highbrow?claim=kf8cjawvsqr">Follow my blog with bloglovin</a></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989120231708035288.post-48833195587913816932010-03-01T12:39:00.000-08:002010-03-01T13:02:33.568-08:00Be Fearful and You Will Be Lonesome<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S4wrYMHi9hI/AAAAAAAAAJY/F6vzGbsW1vg/s1600-h/bear.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 137px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S4wrYMHi9hI/AAAAAAAAAJY/F6vzGbsW1vg/s200/bear.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443773744153818642" /></a><br />As of recently, I've been living into the future. Now, I'm not saying this is such a bad thing. Using the future to guide you can be productive and ward off ill-advised decisions. At the same time, the way that I was living into the future has prevented me from enjoying fully the present. And I have a lot of things to enjoy these days.<div><br /></div><div>One of the great things that I have going on in my life is a new relationship with a guy that I not only respect and love as a dear friend, but find insanely attractive. Lucky for me, he's agreed to hang out with me and my pathetic crush exclusively. Go figure! But here's the problem, I don't really believe him when he says he wants to be with me. Silly right? Funny how insecurities can ruin a good thing. As for this man, he's quick to tell me to get off it and enjoy what we have. I persist with the fear that he'll dump me, which really means I am digging my own grave. Solution? Stop letting the fear (which I deem as real and it is NOT) write my future but instead in each moment create the space for an amazing relationship to take form. </div><div><br /></div><div>Fear is a tangled web we create in a world that has grown excessively chaotic and muddled. With all the technology, news blasts and twitter updates, our minds are constantly focused on the ever present dangers and ramblings of society. Some fears, like the fear of being mauled to death by a bear who is growling in front of you, is very real. Others, like the ones I created above and the like, are completely and utterly useless as they are created in the mind. I am letting my insecurities create and feed the growing fire of fear. This is where I take action, recognize the type of fear I possess and come to place of surprising simplicity. This quotes sums it up:</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:12px;"><h1 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is God's gift, that's why we call it the present.”~Joan Rivers</span></span></span></i></h1></span></span></div><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989120231708035288.post-3986205296791169952010-02-27T11:24:00.000-08:002010-02-27T11:25:04.001-08:00What's in a Name?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S4lv7CdAfbI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/VR1Lk9-3kkY/s1600-h/chanel-barbie-50th.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S4lv7CdAfbI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/VR1Lk9-3kkY/s320/chanel-barbie-50th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443004684715457970" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Some labels, such as Chanel, Louis Vuitton, Gucci and Hermes are considered good labels. They are branded as sophisticated, elegant and noble. Unfortunately, there are some labels that one would rather do without....</div><div><br /></div><div>Let's take a look at the names or labels I've had over the years:</div><div><br /></div><div>Pagel's Girlfriend</div><div>Stephanie The Pi Phi</div><div>Baseball Card (loooong story)</div><div>The Mayor</div><div><br /></div><div>It's funny what others call you when they speak of you to strangers or friends. I've had some of the above labels affectionately used for years. For example, Stephanie The Pi Phi was my main moniker for at least my first two years of sorority life and I fondly recall the nickname because it takes me back to a very fun, innocent and exciting time. The Mayor is a current label used to denote my status in the neighborhood. It's sassy and represents a certain level of notoriety that I love. </div><div><br /></div><div>But recently I was referred to as The Blonde. </div><div><br /></div><div>Now, I get it. I mean, I don't have a job and I have no real characteristics to differentiate myself. The only issue I have is that I was cross referenced to The Nurse. Obviously I'm not The Nurse. Now the real root of the problem: the third party was well aware of The Nurse but not The Blonde. Ouch. Turns out being compared to the other woman doesn't sit well with me.</div><div><br /></div><div>As I mentioned, some labels are good and some are bad. Labels sometimes go out of style or you progress through them as you progress through life, taking on a new one at the next stage. The Blond will only be a temporary label, or at least I hope it's only temporary. Maybe I should dye my hair brunette? </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989120231708035288.post-56793490004328492082010-02-24T20:58:00.000-08:002010-02-24T21:02:59.825-08:00In Your Face!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S4YEXlP0iqI/AAAAAAAAAJA/nmHeUgVBO50/s1600-h/chatroulette1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 164px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S4YEXlP0iqI/AAAAAAAAAJA/nmHeUgVBO50/s320/chatroulette1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442042002905795234" /></a><br />Anybody heard of this new site, <a href="http://chatroulette.com/">Chatroulette</a>? It's pretty intense.<div><br /></div><div>See what you do is, you press Play and all of a sudden you are paired up with someone on the site, sitting in front of their webcam. Crazy! I mean, what if you get a perv or something? You don't have to sign in to press Play, you simply jump right in to a conversation.</div><div><br /></div><div>I swear, technology these days! Unbelievable.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989120231708035288.post-65614525298950338912010-02-22T14:52:00.000-08:002010-02-22T14:55:26.367-08:00Daily Mantra<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S4MLR2wCg6I/AAAAAAAAAI4/NtRt6Tck2jw/s1600-h/lululemon_beer.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S4MLR2wCg6I/AAAAAAAAAI4/NtRt6Tck2jw/s400/lululemon_beer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441205176176378786" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Speaking of beer...who else is craving a nice cold one on such a beautiful San Francisco day? </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989120231708035288.post-16051795381465500742010-02-19T20:39:00.000-08:002010-02-20T09:49:28.812-08:00Bottom Heavy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S39rV_oUe9I/AAAAAAAAAIo/P27NxpyqdtA/s1600-h/fat-kid.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S39rV_oUe9I/AAAAAAAAAIo/P27NxpyqdtA/s320/fat-kid.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440184900488821714" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I'm a fat kid.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ok, maybe I'm not fat per say in other people's eyes but in mine, I'm a heifer. At the end of the day, I can't help but think about the fact that I am no longer 120 pounds. Granted I am 127 (oh my God I can't believe I just admitted that to all of you) and to some of you that is still really small, but if you saw my body type then you would know that the 7 more pounds I have on my frame from 2 years ago is a lot. Also, considering I am a "recovering anorexic," my weight is always a topic for discussion in accordance with my low self esteem in relation to body image. Yea, deep stuff.</div><div><br /></div><div>So instead of constantly complaining, I'm doing something about it. In the last three months I have lost 8 pounds (ok if you are good at math now you know I was weighing 135, GROSS). Now, that has nothing really to do with my gym visits (I only resigned with 24 Hour Fitness two weeks ago), and not so much with my diet (though a regular serving of popcorn, eggs and quesadillas never hurt)...it has more to do with my sex life. Yea, I'm having a lot of it lately. The hot, sweaty, steamy kind. And happily my scale has responded. EIGHT WHOLE POUNDS!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Besides the sex, I'm on a mission to loose the final four pounds in the next month. How you may ask? Well yes, sex is still on the menu but I also plan on implementing an actual exercise routine. This includes the Filbert and Greenwich Street Steps. Have any of you done these suckers? They are INTENSE to say the least. So, stay tuned. Four pounds in four weeks, if not, I'm giving up sex for a year. Seriously. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989120231708035288.post-10992702564173815842010-02-16T11:21:00.000-08:002010-02-16T11:58:59.973-08:00My Little Black (I Mean Pink) Book<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S3r16DXu5lI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2lnugBReRv4/s1600-h/pinup_brunette.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S3r16DXu5lI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2lnugBReRv4/s320/pinup_brunette.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438929877689362002" /></a><br />I'm sitting today updating my Little Pink Book. Yes, I own one. What self-respecting young urban woman doesn't? Men have been toting the Little Black Book for years. Contemporarily it's seen as a true bachelor's necessity and often women, though we complain, are intrigued by a man's LBB. So I've invested in a LPB ever since I became single over two years ago, and I'll have to say the little thing gets great use (until recently as I have just started seeing someone, but I'll go into that later). <div><br /></div><div>I highly recommend any fabulous woman to get one. It's great fun to flip through the pages and go through the names, maybe not so much for an actual hook-up but just for laughs. Get a bottle of wine, your best friends and your LPB's for a night of stories and giggles as you relive your many trysts over the years. Don't we just <i>love</i> reliving these memories?? <div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989120231708035288.post-87086236362540189222010-02-15T14:27:00.001-08:002010-02-15T14:49:05.561-08:00Love is Writing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S3nPW7jBD6I/AAAAAAAAAII/JrD_OBXR58U/s1600-h/Heartache_by_kilroyart.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S3nPW7jBD6I/AAAAAAAAAII/JrD_OBXR58U/s200/Heartache_by_kilroyart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438606017875218338" /></a><br />I spent the majority of my Heart Day surrounded by new books and inspiration. I've become more dedicated to this blog and feel that writing is a newly reunited friend that I haven't spoken to in years. Some days are harder than others and when I find myself at a loss of words, I dig deep and start reaching out to others who blog. I have found, through trial and error over he years, that writing is <i>my</i> love. <div><br /></div><div>All this aside, I want to share, in honor of the Loving Day, one of my favorite blogs <a href="http://lifeisheart.com/blog/">Life Is Heart</a>. It is truly a blog full of love and inspiration, one in which I find solace and joy whenever I read it. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989120231708035288.post-65854524076824088562010-02-12T20:34:00.000-08:002010-02-12T20:52:01.287-08:00What Would Audrey Do?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S3YvgXezhtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ELLjIVfwib4/s1600-h/audrey.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S3YvgXezhtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ELLjIVfwib4/s320/audrey.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437585833201993426" /></a><br />I'm currently reading a new book, What Would Audrey Do? (<i>WWAD)</i> and I'm enamored by her grace, style and elegance. My current goal in life is to be her. Forget Barbie, that's for girls. Time to step up my game. It's all Audrey, all the time. <div><br /></div><div>Here are a few essentials for my Audrey transformation:</div><div><br /></div><div>Large, black sunglasses</div><div>Multiple men who fawn over my every move</div><div>LBD</div><div>Diamonds, preferably from Tiffany's</div><div>The mastery of the french twist</div><div>The non-stop use of the word "Darling"</div><div>And most importantly, a tiara since she is the true American princess</div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989120231708035288.post-35979925247105584342010-02-12T12:58:00.000-08:002010-02-12T13:23:14.805-08:00Something got you Down?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S3XGrX8DXqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/qwL7n-jvtCQ/s1600-h/sexycouple2.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S3XGrX8DXqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/qwL7n-jvtCQ/s320/sexycouple2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437470573582311074" /></a><br />Let acupuncture LIFT your spirits! Did you know a low libido can be a sing of kidney yang deficiency? <div><br /></div><div>Though it's recommended you consult with a licensed TCM (traditional chinese medicine) practitioner, I highly suggest Passion Potion by Sage Solutions to get that extra (sigh) <i>something</i> back into the bedroom. Also look into adding fresh lychee or durian fruit to your diet to increase that sex drive. Women and men alike could benefit from a little bit more <b>love</b> this weekend! </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989120231708035288.post-56551383005937730472010-02-08T10:47:00.000-08:002010-02-08T10:58:51.215-08:00Praying to the Sex God<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S3Be0Rqg4FI/AAAAAAAAAHg/nlNpCRZWBfI/s1600-h/sexycouple.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 205px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S3Be0Rqg4FI/AAAAAAAAAHg/nlNpCRZWBfI/s320/sexycouple.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435949002424115282" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Sex is the opus of the soul, a work in which the pursuit of a partner, meeting, becoming acquainted, and going to bed work out deep, secret elements in the mythology of the heart. In sex we seek out the soul, but not just my soul or the other's soul. We are always looking for the breath of life itself, the spark that will allow us to feel our vitality.<br /><br />Fundamentally, we don't trust our sexuality. We feel compelled by its allure, but we wish it didn't complicate life and interfere with our plans.<br /><br />So, question of the day, can we ever simply accept and enjoy our desires, temptations and passion in our sexual relationships? Or are we destined towards everlasting distrust and fear in our pursuit of intimacy? </span></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989120231708035288.post-34641234115840160962010-02-04T09:42:00.000-08:002010-02-04T09:44:17.537-08:00O-O-O Face<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xZKVocW2dFk&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xZKVocW2dFk&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989120231708035288.post-62329305276615715762010-02-03T14:41:00.001-08:002010-02-03T14:41:54.434-08:00If You Say So...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S2n7ovTXueI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/zUNYRF4R3u0/s1600-h/beinit.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S2n7ovTXueI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/zUNYRF4R3u0/s320/beinit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434151102710266338" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Motivational quote of the day.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989120231708035288.post-19350000384849493252010-02-02T23:23:00.001-08:002010-02-02T23:25:25.118-08:00The Russians Are Coming<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S2kk09rOZxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Sjt4BQ9OVYM/s1600-h/newcrush.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rA_CrRe9_bg/S2kk09rOZxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Sjt4BQ9OVYM/s200/newcrush.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433914917726873362" /></a><br />Meet my new crush, Eric Van Tielen. <div><br /></div><div>He plays Fyedka in Fiddler on the Roof here in San Francisco and he is a hooootttiiieeee! After seeing the show tonight I have a new found interest in vodka, fur hats and blue eyes. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0