In keeping with the holiday spirit, I wanted to take this opportunity to give thanks.  What am I thankful for?  For you, dear readers!  I really appreciate you taking the time out of your busy days to read my ramblings.  It really does mean a lot to me that you visit my blog.  So… thanks!!

If you live in the U.S. and are celebrating Thanksgiving this year, I hope you have a wonderful holiday.  I will see you after Thanksgiving break.  (If you don’t live in the U.S., then please excuse us Americans while we give thanks and stuff ourselves silly.)  Now go eat turkey and pie!  Mmmmm pie…



‘Tis the Season?

In addition to all my fun chores over the weekend, I also went out for a super nice fondue dinner with a friend from college.  We had a blast!!  Everything was so yummy, and it was really fun to catch up and have some good girl talk.  What was interesting was that the restaurant was already playing holiday music!

Now, in my family, we always waited until Thanksgiving was over before we put up the Christmas decorations.  The tradition was turkey, then Black Friday shopping, and only once that was done did the tree* and ornaments make it down from the attic.  Anything before that just seemed sorta… sacrilegious.  It’s a reasonable rule.**  Thanksgiving already has “middle sibling” issues, since it’s sandwiched between Halloween and Christmas (or Hanukkah, or Kwanzaa, or Festivus, depending on what you celebrate).  In all the stores, the Christmas merchandise goes on sale so early.  Poor Thanksgiving, always getting shafted in favor of conning people into spending more money on the more lucrative holiday.  It only seems fair to give Thanksgiving its due before putting up decorations for the next celebration.

But not this year!  The cheesy holiday music at the fondue restaurant got me into the Christmas spirit early.  So guess who spent a couple of hours putting up decorations and hanging ornaments already.  That’s right.  This girl.  [points to self]  And I’m only slightly embarrassed to publicly admit it.



* Obviously a fake Christmas tree.  Some of us have allergies to the real deal.

**The other unwritten rule in our household is that everybody has to order a different dish if we go out to a restaurant.  We’re all pretty good share-ers so this means that we get to try different things.  Plus, my dad always used to finish everybody’s plate when we were all full, and he wanted a variety.  (Now, he’s cut back on the calorie intake, so he still grazes, but he doesn’t necessarily clean all our plates.)

I Choose Cookie

Happy Monday to all my favorite blog readers out there!  Did you guys have a good weekend?  Mine was very productive.  I cleaned my house, did the laundry, watered the plants, raked up all the leaves in the yard, ran errands.  Sometimes being an adult is NO FUN.

Recently, I met a little girl in the park near my house where I was walking my dog.  She was about 7.  First, she asked me if I had any kids.  (No.)  Then she asked me if I was a kid.  (Ha!)  I’m choosing to take that as a compliment and a testament to my youthful energy and girlish figure.  😉  Anyway, I told her that no, technically I’m an adult, but sometimes I do still feel like I’m a kid.

As evidenced by the fact that I totally feel like I deserve a cookie or a medal for all my productiveness this weekend.  That’s how it works when you’re a grown-up, right?  You still get rewards for being good?  No?  Well, do I at least get a raise in my allowance?  Wait wait wait, I’m not getting paid to do any of my chores?  BOOOOO.  What a gyp.

Zombies… because why not?

You may (or may not, who knows?) have noticed that there wasn’t a blog post yesterday.  [Gasp!]  That’s because I was working on a zombie-themed commercial.  It was actually a very clever and hilarious commercial.  Hopefully you’ll get to see it some time!  In light of yesterday’s activities, the thought for today is




Happy weekend, folks!  I hope you get lots of glorious sleep so you don’t feel like a zombie.  🙂  See you Monday!

TBT… sorta

So you know how on social media sites, “Throwback Thursday” or “TBT” is a thing?  Complete with hashtags and all?  I had my own throwback experience recently.  But not in a good way.

I was walking my dog around my neighborhood.  She was just finishing up a short pee on my neighbor’s yard when the neighbor came out of her house.  Inwardly, I cringed.  I know she has to pee somewhere (duh!), but I generally try to encourage her not to pee on lawns in front of the actual homeowner.  It’s often a little awkward.  And this case was no different.  Here’s what happened.

Grouchy Neighbor: Aren’t you going to pick that up?

Me: Huh?

Neighbor: Aren’t you going to clean up after your dog?

Me: What?  No, it’s just pee.  She’s a girl dog.

Neighbor glowers suspiciously.

Me:   She just peed.  That’s all. [considers going into a discussion of how girl dogs and boy dogs have different, uh, anatomies, so they pee differently, just like male and female humans.]

More glowering.

Me:  [growing increasingly terrified.  decides to skip the discussion.  50-year-old cranky lady probably knows about the birds and the bees.]  See, look, I have poop bags.  [waves roll of poop bags in the air.]  I always pick up after her, but in this case she just peed.

Neighbor: Don’t let her do, whatever, on my lawn any more.

Me: [still hopelessly intimidated] Ok, sorry.  Come on, Akela!  [drags away poor unsuspecting dog who just wants to sniff the angry lady’s yard]


Anyway, I totally felt like a little kid who had just gotten in trouble.  As a kid, I always hated being scolded.  One time in second grade, I was talking during story time, and my teacher sent me to my desk.  I tried to hide my face underneath the desk, and I just cried.  Ten minutes later, when story time was over, I hid in the bathroom, still sobbing uncontrollably.

But I’m a grown woman, and this lady was just mean and cranky.  Ugh.  And she has an ugly lawn.  Seriously.  It’s half dead, and the other half is mostly weeds.  [sticks tongue out at mean lady]

This Is Not a Drill

Attention all blog-readers: It is raining in Los Angeles.  I repeat: It. Is. Raining. In. Los. Angeles.  Sound the alarms!  Alert the media!!  And then follow this checklist:

1. Freak out.

2. Send out a tweet and/or update facebook status about the rain.

3. Immediately forget how to drive.

4. If you’re driving, turn the windshield wipers on super duper high.  Even though it’s barely sprinkling.

4a. Even though you have the windshield wipers on super duper high, don’t turn your headlights on.  Ever.

5. Hunker down.  It has to stop raining eventually.  It will be ok.

Warm Fuzzies

It’s been pretty quiet in my neck of the woods today, but I’ve still been busy.  Aside from the ongoing items on my to-do list (plan a cross country road trip, plan a business), today’s project is switching out old photos in my living room.  I have several photo collages and some hanging framed pictures that need changed.  My ex-boyfriend and I broke up a few months ago, and I decided it was (finally) time to switch out the old photos.  (Side note: Don’t read into this, guys.  The reason I haven’t changed photos yet is because I’m lazy.  Truly…)

But I was going through Facebook photos and pictures on my computer from the last few years, and it brought back lots of memories.  Turns out it was a fun project after all!  Ahhhh….

I can’t exactly share my memories with you, but I can share an awesome video that will make you go “Awwww” and giggle and feel warm, fuzzy feelings, too.  Happy viewing!


A Case of the Mondays

Have you ever seen the awesome movie Office Space?  If you haven’t, you’re definitely missing out.  It’s hilarious!!  Anyhoo, today I was having a case of the Mondays.

I didn’t want to get out of bed because it was cold in my room, but oh-so-deliciously warm and comfy under the covers.  But my neighbors’ dog kept barking so I couldn’t keep dozing and I eventually had to pee, so I dragged myself out of bed.  I decided I’d give myself a little treat to brighten up my Monday, so after I fed my dog, she and I took our morning walk down the street to some neighborhood shops.  Now, I’m one of maybe 3 weirdos on the planet who doesn’t like coffee (or espresso or anything coffee-flavored), but the coffee shop sells THE. BEST. tea lattes.  And I ❤ tea with a passion.  What pairs well with tea? you may ask.  Scones!!  It just so happens that the market across the street from the coffee shop sells THE. BEST. cherry chocolate chip scone.  They’re not too sweet, not too dry, and have juuuuuuust the right amount of dried cherries and chocolate chips.  Yum.

At the coffee shop, I order an Earl Grey tea latte with skim milk.  So decadent!  I don’t think anything of it, but my usual barista is not there.  He’s generally a little grumpy but oh well.  But the Monday morning staff are really nice and seem super cool, so I don’t miss him.  They hand me my latte, I stick a lid on it, and I head outside where my dog is patiently waiting.  My tea’s pretty hot so I don’t take a sip of it until I’ve crossed the street and run into a small commercial shoot taking up the sidewalk.  My dog and I have to wait for an opportunity to walk through when they’re not rolling.  While we wait for an okay from the PA* to cross, I take a sip.  What? I paid $4 for this?!?  This tastes nothing like my usual delicious Earl Grey tea latte!  I want the grumpy barista back!  I am so disappointed.  I mean, it’s not awful, but it’s not the same.  Bummer.

Well, it’ll still taste okay with a scone.  Mmmm, a cherry chocolate chip scone.  That will save my Monday morning!

I reach the market on the other side of the film shoot, and guess what.  Apparently they now open at 10 am instead of 9.  Grrrrrrr.  It’s 9:30.  I’m not going to admit defeat at this point, and my dog is certainly happy to continue our walk, so we mosey up and down a few side streets to kill time.

By a little after 10 am, we are back at the market.  I head inside and check out the bakery case.  My heart sinks: they don’t have any cherry chocolate chip scones!  Noooooooooooooooo!!!!  I settle for a gluten-free carrot raisin muffin and shuffle on home to enjoy the slightly lackluster spoils of my journey.  Whomp whomp.

Meanwhile, my dog is having this kind of Monday.

95% of the time, my dog is super mellow and actually pretty standoffish, but today she is having a! case! of! the! super awesome! Mondays! whee!!!  It’s like today is her absolute favorite day.  She’s excited for breakfast, excited to play with me, excited for our walk, excited to sniff exciting things, excited to meet exciting people, excited for a super awesome belly rub.  A couple of times during our walk, she even gets so excited that she can’t contain herself: she zooms wildly in circles on 2 different lawns on 2 different streets and once in a parking lot.**


I guess your Monday is all what you make of it, huh?  Hope you’re having a good kind of Monday.





* A PA, or production assistant, is the low man on the totem pole in a film, tv, or commercial shoot.  The job description varies depending on whether the project is union or non-union, but on all types of sets, it’s a PA’s job to “lock up” the set.  This means (s)he has to prevent anybody from walking through the shot who’s not an actor or an extra and to keep it quiet for sound purposes.

**Don’t worry, there were 2 cars parked in the lot and nobody else was driving in or out, so it was safe.

Sticky Candy Situation

I live in a neighborhood with a lot of kids.  As seems like a logical thing to do, before Halloween I went to Costco and stocked up on candy.  Lots of candy!  And I got the good stuff!!  Reese’s, Snickers, and, Twix, oh my!  The only problem is I didn’t get a lot of trick-or-treaters.  (A Mexican friend has since informed me that a lot of Latino kids drive over to more posh neighborhoods for trick-or-treating.  Sorry I’m not fancy enough for you, kids.  Harumph.)

So, at the end of the night, my big plastic pumpkin was still pretty darn full of candy.  Slowly but surely, I’ve been nibbling my way through my stash.  A mini package of peanut M&Ms here, a baby Milky Way there.  Chocolatey sugary goodness.

Well, I finally decided enough was enough.  There’s no way in H-E-Double-Hockey-Sticks that I need to eat that much processed junk all by myself.  I picked out a few of each of my favorites, tucked them in the freezer for future rations, and threw out the rest in the trash.

I was feeling pretty good about my willpower…  Until I a few hours later, when I learned that there are actual good causes that would have happily accepted my candy donation.  I’m not going to fish my rejects out of the garbage can (ew gross!), but I will keep a few ideas in mind for next year.  For example, I could have participated in Halloween Candy Buy Back in which dentists “buy” kids’ candy with money, coupons, toothbrushes, etc.  The candy goes to Operation Gratitude, an organization which sends care packages to troops serving overseas.  Another organization, Operation Shoebox, does the same, except they’re based out of Florida instead of California.  And I imagine I might have found a few very happy recipients if I had made a few phone calls to local children’s hospitals or organizations feeding the homeless.  Next year, for sure.

Happy weekend, friends!  Hope yours is filled with only sweet things!!

No More Physics as Justification!

A while back, I wrote a scientific defense of laziness.  I would again like to address the topic, from a slightly different viewpoint: that of motivation.

I am doing research for starting my own business, and one of the books I am reading is Go Do! by Jeremy Harbour.  In the interest of full disclosure, I must confess that I picked it because a) I was able to download it to my Kindle from my local library (side bar: how cool is that?!?) (2nd side bar: I haven’t yet figured out how to “return” it to the library. hmmm…) and because b) it was published in 2012, so I figured it was definitely still relevant.  Plus, he has a very casual, easy-to-read style of writing.  Other than that, I can’t say that so far I’ve really resonated with it.  He seems like a business opportunist, a serial entrepreneur if you will.  He starts, buys, and sells businesses for the thrill of it, coupled with a love of making money.  There’s nothing wrong with that, of course, but my approach will be different.  Quite simply, I really want to connect with people and provide a product/service that really makes them feel good.  (Although to be fair, I am hoping to do that making money thing, too.)

Still, I kept reading and found that Mr. Harbour has a brilliant discussion of motivation:

Your desires are manifested by your actions, so what you do, say, and how you act defines your desire.

You may think you want to make money [or go to the gym or hike with the dog or eat more veggies] but your actions show that you put watching football or television first…  Despite our best intentions, our actions betray our unconscious minds…

Your conscious mind thinks you want to start a business, but your unconscious psyche thinks you should choose the path of least resistance.  Your conscious mind knows you need to devote some time to planning your business when you get home from work, but your unconscious psyche craves that bottle of wine or an early night…  An inability to exert discipline on your unconscious psyche is perfectly understandable and something we all struggle with at one point or another.  Therefore, you have to train your mind in order to enable your conscious thoughts to begin to take the upper hand.

Good point, Jeremy Harbour.  Commence mind training now!  Let’s see, maybe I’ll read another chapter…