First things first.

Some things, like running and reading your bible, require you to prioritize them in order to fit them in to your day. Both things keep you healthy and start your day right but if you skip both and get in the habit of skipping both, fitting them in again is a challenge.
I was reminded again today how life is really about each persons journey. I saw a man jogging on the trail in front of me that was obese. Some people have a few extra pounds on them, but this man was obese. And instead of slipping into the usual, judgmental self, I started thinking about his journey. How did he get here? What is his plan? Where is he going?
I've never met him and I probably never will but in that moment I was proud of him. I was proud that he was working towards something other than where he was yesterday. And that is what it is about, really. It's about taking every day and making that day count. Sometimes I feel like I survived a week, but I want to get away from that. I want to thrive.
I can stress about money and not having money til I'm blue in the face but I am so rich. And really, who cares about all the trappings that come with money? The older I get the more I realized that I really don't care about that stuff. And learning to live with less is one of life's greatest lessons.

A piece of peace

True peace only comes from God, and maybe that is what this is all about, giving in to the fact that He has control and I don't and that is perfect.
But I have never really felt this, I guess, settled?
I am a chronic stress case. Nothing is ever enough, or good, or how I think it should be. I am always thinking ahead and worrying about what will happen 6 months from now.
And yet, for the first time in probably my whole life I feel content. I see my life and where it is now and it is good. Not because everything is figured out and I have all the money that I need or anything like that, but because it is just a simple life. I don't have the tragedy that so many deal with, and I think that is starting to sink in and I can just BE. I can be someone who is loved by God and that makes my life enough.
Well, that and red velvet cupcakes from Brite Spot!

25 years and counting.

Tonight we celebrated my Aunt and Uncle and their 25 year marriage. It's pretty awesome to see such a cool couple that still really love each other.
It makes me wonder why other people just can't make it. I think a lot of people think that love happens to you, instead of something that requires work. Yet again, I've never been married so I can't really say. But it was cool to see some old friends and family and you know, when you are family, you just gotta show up to things like that.
It's late Sunday night and all I want to do is fall asleep but I am finishing making spaghetti for lunches this week and also waiting for a load of laundry to dry.
I was always in such a rush to grow up as a kid and sometimes I will be doing something really responsible and grown-up like and think to myself, " Why was I rushing into this?" hehehe.
I miss blogging and I wish I had a computer at work. But as I was told last week by a supervisor, "You aren't high up enough on the food chain"
Yep, she really said that to me, and I KNOW she meant it. Ha, aren't people funny?

Unemployed but not undone

Trying to get a job stinks. The whole process is degrading and makes you feel desperate.

Like today, for example, where I walk into a situation thinking I am actually going to have an interview and I don't get to talk to anyone at all. I am handed an application ( they already have a copy of my resume with all the same information) and told that if they are interested they will contact me within a week or so. And if I was really honest with myself, I don't want that job. If they offered me the job I would take it because they have great benefits and I need something to pay the bills. But how do I sell myself if I haven't sold myself on the job.

I have been through a few interviews recently where I realized I am too interesting for the job. It's not only over-qualified, it's that my rich life experiences can't really fit into a cubicle.

I can't sell myself well into a cubicle. So what do I do? Where do I go from here?

I know that God has a plan for my life and that I don't see the details until He is ready for me to see them, but that sucks too. 

I'm not giving up on Him, so I guess I shouldn't give up on myself either.

Run it out

I started running every day back at the beginning of April and have for the most part kept it up.

The thing with running that I have realized is that when I don't run I get depressed and I let negative feelings and thoughts creep in. It's not so much about the weight loss or anything but has been an amazing stress reliever. 

I would love to be a marathon runner some day but for now, I do 2 1/2 miles and feel the stress and sweat leave my body. Try it, it works!

i'm BAAAACK!

I am so excited to have my laptop back!!!

My Dad had his stolen and then I let him borrow mine for a while.

I feel like I am discovering the internet all over again. I love blogs. This one, and many others.

They feel like magazines to me, only you don't have to cut down any trees to write a blog!

There will be many more posts now that I am back in the land of the internet.

Ciao!

Goodbye to the 2.0 me.

I cancelled my MySpace account today and I feel more like a grown up for doing it.

I do agree that Facebook leaves much to be desired as far as design and layout, but it is a tad more mature and now I don't get creepy messages from men I have never seen in my entire life. Maybe it's cause I am going to be 26 in two weeks or maybe I was inspired by Drew Barrymore's character in "He's Just Not That Into You," but either way, that strange land known as the myspace is no longer a land I will journey to.

You're fired!

So I got laid off on Friday from my full time job.  I did not see it coming and it sucks.

I let myself be bummed about it on Friday but it was kind of hard cause my Mom took me to get a latte and bought me some vintage shoes at the thrift store. Then later that night we had hot dogs for dinner and Sam, Rachel, Daniel and Mom and Dad and I all went to the Block to see Race toWitch Mountain, which was pretty good for a kids movie. 

I am helping my Dad with some production stuff and working a few hours a week at Anthropologie, but other than that I have to find SOMETHING!

I sat by the pool today, so that was nice. But I would like another full time job so I can continue living my life and trying to get out of the whole of student loan debt that I have.

Hit me up if you know of anyone who is hiring!

This picture is just inspiring for me and hopefully for you.

no, goodbye

I make a bazillion calls every day and have noticed a fairly strong pet peeve of mine.

When you are finished a phone call, don't say buh-bye. Just say bye, or goodbye.

That's it. Buh-bye sounds so bourgeois .

That's it for this Friday. Back with a vengeance on Monday!

Broken Down

My laptop is being repaired at the Apple Store in Irvine and I have a headache 'cause I had a wisdom tooth pulled.

But I will be back with a vengeance cause I am making french toast tonight for several of my peeps and photos will have to be taken.

I went to Mexico and I didn't take any pictures because I was drugged out and it felt like everyone on the streets were on edge. Don't go to Mexico right now unless you have a really good reason to go.

I had an awesome reason. A wisdom tooth pulled for 105 bucks.

Later skater

Role Models

I just realized that there has been very little mention on here about two of my favorite people in the world. These two kiddos.  My sister, Rachel Anita is 13 and my brother Sam is 11.

So, basically I think they are some of the funniest people I have ever met, and they haven't even gotten started! Some funny people don't get funny until after they are teenagers.

And they are also really cool and interesting and smart and basically I want to be like them when I grow up.

Rachel loves animals, she is into sports and is good at them and she can sing and play the piano at the same time. Not to mention that she has a gazillion friends and everyone just wants to hang out with her cause she is goofy and funny and sweet.

When she was little she would walk around the house in a swimsuit, high heels and a boa but she would still climb trees or get dirty or whatever her boy cousins were doing.

Awesome.

And she is not in a hurry to grow up which is the coolest part to me cause I was in a race to be 18? I don't know why I rushed myself so much.

But when she is older, she wants to work with animals. So basically she will be like this lady.

Ya, I know, cool.

Then we have my brother who is a genius as well. He was writing and illustrating his own comic books at age 5? 6? They were called the Adventures of Hungry Boy and Dino Girl.

He wants to be this guy.

And when he is a famous director he will live in a big house in the Hollywood hills with his wife and kids and Rachel and I will be allowed to live there if we want.

He knows he is going straight to the top and there are no ifs ands or buts about it.

He also knows more baseball trivia than anyone I have ever met.

So basically I have the coolest siblings and I am a lucky gal to get to hang out with them.

If you say it, don't spray it

I have this new resolution that came at me from nowhere. I heard myself the other day say something about being poor. And while I don't own a stack of cash, ( see above) I am NOT poor.

I am so rich. I have a goofy, fun family that always finds a way to have a ball wherever we are. I have seriously awesome roommates that make me laugh and inspire me.

I have a JOB. I will have a second one starting next week.

I have a car that works and actually has air conditioning and a CD player! 

I have clothes that fit me and I feel good in. 

I have a wide array of friends that live all over the place but are funny and interesting and cool and sweet to me.

 I have friends like Tina and Cristina that are amazing gals who love God and are totally real and always encourage me.

And last but not least, this guy is mine.

 And he makes me laugh and treats me like a QUEEN!

So, why would those words ever come out of my mouth???

Yeah cause that is a lie.

In the life department I'm a cash money millionaire.

Good things come to those who wait, and at times obsess

So after much thought I think I know what the rollerskate deal was all about.

I was thinking of making a short film in which the rollerskate is used as a tool, but not in the traditional sense. I just had a flash of the image and I thought it was funny.

It probably wouldn't make sense until you see the film ( which I HAVE to make now) and even then, if you don't like it or don't think it is funny, then I kind of don't care cause I still think it is hilarious and I have to see it come to life.

I've got a brand new pair of rollerskates, you got a brand new key

The night before last I was having trouble settling down and clearing my mind enough to sleep.

I kept thinking of things I should do, people I should see, etc. and it was getting pretty late.

I finally managed to get myself calmed down and start dozing off when I had an awesome idea. I thought that if I didn't get up and write it down right at that moment the thought would never return to me. So I got up, switched on the light, and wrote down one word.

Rollerskate.

Now, I know rollerskate is a pretty cool word, but I have NO idea what I was supposed to remember about a rollerskate and it is driving me INSANE!!!

I can't stop thinking about it cause I remember it was a good idea ( good enough to get out of my warm bed for)

What was I thinking about? Was I actually sleeping so there isn't any real meaning behind it?

I have to figure this thing out

I think I am allergic to Thursday

I have made the official decision to begin blogging once again. I really enjoy it and I have told myself to post at least one item a day.

Today I am at work so nothing too surprising except that Alisa ( my boss) brought us pan dulce, which I don't normally care for, but then I had  one that looked kind of like a croissant but wasn't as buttery and was a little sweeter and OH MY GAH, that thing was delicious.

I have to find out where to buy those, or maybe I shouldn't.

Why is it that my sweet tooth causes me so much internal angst? I go back and forth with myself about my rules with all things sugary. I will say, one sweet treat a week ( which isn't realistic) but then if I say one treat a day, that isn't really curbing anything. 

Any suggestions? I just know that sugar is not my BFF, even though that would be awesome.