they're called heely's. at for a STEAL at ross ($13 bucks!! brad paid $40 for his) they're MINE.
i heely-ed around brad's house for an hour. we have big plans to go to disneyland asap.
we'll be there-10 year olds at heart.
i couldn't be more tickled at this moment! :)
nope. disneyland is not the happiest place on earth folks.
perhaps at 17th street and PCH in HB, california???
perhaps with a bunch of completely awesome people, playing soccer in the sand, tackling and kicking shins, getting sunburnt and swimming, body surfing and laying out listening to music.
making friends with cool chicks from denmark, bike riding, 17th street deli, nap on a couch, dirty feet covered in sand, warm sun, cool breeze, cute boy...
i'd say exactly there is the happiest place on earth.
and the best day i've ever had off work. ever.
i wish i had taken pictures of my CRAZY beach hair. it was incredible.
1. i deactivated my facebook until further notice and i feel more free. my friends have my email. they can email me.
2. i was going to delete my blog, but i decided to keep it just so i can tell you today was a LOVELY sunday that began with picking up b-rad from the boat and ended with lots of friends on all the couches, snuggling with my boo, watching and laughing at America's Funniest Home Videos and then hearing Roger tells us he got en-gag-ed to Lisa today. HOORAY. :) and since it was ever so lovely, i decided to keep my blog just to tell you about it.
:)
welp, kids! i had my first earthquake yesterday...
http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/1757974/latest_california_earthquake_measures.html
and afterwards for a few minutes you could feel the floor rolling and rolling.... queasy.
they were supposed to go to me-hee-co, but then the piggy flu made them reroute. i wasn't jealous when they were going DOWN the coast, but i REALLY am jealous now bc i've always wanted to go to BC, Canada.
(photo credit goes to mike c fb stalked)
on the first day.
BAH!!
thanks for giving us a reason to all get together and eat our weight in hor'de'oeuvres and bbq chicken.
annie is the estetician who lovingly sculpts my bushy unruly eye brows into perfect eye-framing lines making her the perfect canidate for "my favorite and 'necessary' person i've met in CA."
if you don't have an annie, get one. she's amazing. she singlehandedly can turn a day around. if you want to feel beautiful within minutes, annie can do it.
I give you permission to pamper yourself.
oh, i saw it.
i inspected it for octo-legged vermin, decided i still needed to walk through this space, took a deep breath and went for it, arms flailing in front of me.
course then i got all squeamish and had to rub down my body to make sure it wasn't all stuck there or some little arachnid hadn't held on at the last minute.
NO SERIOUSLY. this is a HUGE feat. i scream and run and jump and am afraid of spiders roughly the size of a pinhead.
perhaps it has something to do with the large wolf spiders i grew up finding in our garage. *SHUDDER*
or the fact that the average spider runs faster than me. and usually not from me, but AT me. or the big butted black widows, or the bonus feature of living in las vegas- brown recluse- it'll KILL ya whilst having your arm rot from the inside out... lovely.
or maybe it was when my brothers sat on me on the couch so i had to watch arachnophobia when i was like 8.
thanks kev & nate. i'm scarred.
facing my fears. woot. :)
work.
go to the angel's game fo' FREE.
hoop and hoorah at the tv when kris allen didnt get kicked off american idol.(this MAY have been the highlight of my night. ha.)
snuggle.
take a long shower and go to bed.
quite a lovely wednesday if i do say myself!
tasha moved OUTof suz and emily's
jeni moved INTO suz and emily's OUT of linds and coco's
liz moved OUT of christie's INTO linds and coco's
meredith moved OUT of christie's TO home.
sara moved OUT and becki moved INTO kelly's.
oh heavens. and all in one apartment complex. on one day.
and on top of all that, i was up at 8 AM for powder puff practice before our game at ten (which we WON- woot take that crazy palo alto qb who was screaming at her own team the whole time!), then to watch our boys dominate the boys palo alto team, then all the moving...
WHEW.
i'm exhausted and frustrated. how come when someone moves OUT they can't just pack their crap and move OUT?? why does it have to take 3 days? and don't they know someone can't move IN if they aren't OUT yet??
its kinda hard to clean and move someone in with your dishes and food in the kitchen still.
over girls. and moving. OH WAIT. i get to move june 1st (to a location unknown- pray i find somewhere). the end.