Friday Night + Married + Homebody = Oatmeal Cookies and Banana Bread

This was my first loaf ever and I was ever so proud. I think I yelped "I'm making bread!" with excitement like 300 times ..okay, maybe only 3 times, but man I was excited. Next time I'll add chopped walnuts & brown sugar on top (thank you Alison!) ...omg so good.

It's Friday

...and to start off the festivities, I just polished off a tear'n share (um, king size) bag of peanut m&m's. That's right. It's 9:33am.

...and then I found these chairs




...this bed




...and this chaise



How fab, right? I mean, the chaise looks like a water!

Okay, actually , Couture Carrie left me a comment and of course, I zoomed over to her page to check her out and found the chaise there. I clicked on it and it took me to the site chaircouture.com and I realized that I have seen the grass print chair in a design magazine before.


In case you didn't know this about me, I'm kind of (heavily) into fashion, all things design and of course, magazines. I have so many magazines in my house, it's ridiculous. Stacks and stacks, everywhere. Vogue, Bazaar (my fav), Elle Decor, Lucky, Domino, Marie Claire, Architectural Digest, Wallpaper -even Teen Vogue (i love the size!). You name it, I have it and I keep them for years. YEARS! I actually will go back through them for reference purposes years after their date and finally, I will rip out the pages that I want to keep for inspiration and toss the rest - but like years later. no joke.

On the other hand, when my husband gets a magazine (ESPN, + Gamer Mags) it's a completely different story. The day after he gets it, if not the same day, I'm all "Are you done with this yet? Can I throw it away?" - what can I say? ESPN is such an awkward size! (how weird is the word awkward to spell?)

Happy Friday. Looking forward to a nice long warm and pleasant weekend.

Paint by numbers = freedom

I just found this image on hugemagazine.com randomly and it reminds me of summer. I also makes me want a paint-by-numbers board RIGHT NOW. Like a really big one. Talk about freedom. Not only is painting totally cathartic, with paint-by-numbers you don't even have to think. Ah, summer.

A Message by George Carlin:

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too reckl essly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build mo re computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...

a fresh breath & a project

Okay, so yes, I've been fairly negative lately and having my own pity party - HOWEVER, I'm going to blame it on my monthly AWESOME that's about to show up which not only sucks on a average scale of suckage, but breaks my heart with every drop as well. Not to negate my feelings or anything but I'm noticing a pattern and I'm sure next month the same thing will happen and I'll be all like "what the fuck?"

Anyway, I've come to the realization that while I'm using my creativity to it's fullest (or close to it anyway) on the computer with my computer skillz, I'm not really utilizing them outside the digital world. I've been blaming the things I don't have for it too. And now, it must stop.

Patience is not my strong point so it seems I'm given the opportunity to be patient ALL THE TIME - and like I said, it's not my strong point. So, I am still learning, and will be tested until I do, I suppose.

I've been trolling the www for inspiration (and re-organizing my homestead) and have decided to start working on a couple new projects to keep me busy until I don't have to be patient any longer ...and maybe, just maybe, I'll learn some patient skillz along the way.

I'll keep you posted (eheheh, pun) on the projects.

Catch me with my Ray-Bans on

Circa: 2008


Circa: 1988


...yes, they are the same pair.


Note* the title of this post is actually a line from the chorus of a Hyper Crush song called Discotech.

Starving for more

I am so bored right now (and by right now I mean in general, not this exact nowness) that I can't even come up with anything interesting to post about. I think the heat has zapped my inspiration of anything creative.

It's possible that everything just seams lame to me right now which means I'm either stuck in my head and unaware (or aware) of what is keeping me there or in super sour grapes mode.

Either way, I need something to smack me out of it and wake me up. And I don't mean something BAD! Thank you very much. I mean something good. I'd like something really great to happen to inspire me into positivity again because the deep breathing is not getting me very far.

When I was younger and in this type of predicament (which was often), I would usually do something to change my appearance, like dye my hair a different color - or cut it all off. After my late teens and into my mid 20's, I learned that making an extreme change to my outer self didn't actually do much for my inner self, it just ruined my hair.

I've gotten tattoos when bored. Gotten pierced when bored. Gone shopping when bored. But, again, it was only a temporary change. Once the excitement of the change wore off, I was still bored and possibly more uninspired.

I'm old enough now, or wise enough now to know that I don't want to ruin my hair or get another tattoo or piercing or even go shopping (although my trip to Target last week was exhilarating). Those changes are so trivial. They mean nothing but I'm definitely pining over the things I don't have rather than what I do.

I'm so ready to move on with my life. To do something new. To be something new.

I'm definitely back on the wanting a baby track ...to wanting a family life. Which in my terms means buying a house first and we all know where real estate in Los Angeles is right now; going down. But it's not down yet. It will go down further and honestly, we don't want to buy until it's at rock bottom. However, that means waiting around more ...bored.

A house must come before a baby because the in condo we are in right now, there is no room for a baby. And to rent something bigger would just be stupid because it would put off buying even longer. But I'm not getting any frigging younger! ...more waiting....more bored.

Last year I started a business which kept me busy for a while, but with the economy in the shitter, It's not going to save me from having to go to work for someone else everyday - not yet anyway. And my job/boss is draining me like the heat.

Honestly, nothing can keep me from thinking about what I want - because nothing can replace it. I find things to hold me over for a while like an afternoon snack but I'm starving for more. STARVING.

Heelarious!

Okay, now, I could definitely say some nasty things about putting infants in sexy high heels and training them young to be a slut ...BUT, these are just toooooooo hilarious! Thus HEELARIOUS, HER FIRST HIGH HEELS! They would sure get a laugh at the baby shower - and some evil eyes from grandma!

Michael Cera Impossible is the Opposite of Possible

Brilliant.

Employee of the month

I just got a call from my boss asking me to make a change to a title graphically.

This is how it went:

Boss: I need you to change the titled to "Name" COLON "then title"

Me: okay

Boss: and make it a different color ...I like this one but let's see if lighter is better.

Me: okay

Boss: the colon is the one with TWO DOTS.

Me: silence - LONG PAUSE.

Boss: two dots

Me: Yes, I know what a colon is


CHRIST ON A PONY!

..REALLY? REALLY? really?

Love Day according to Cartier

According to Cartier, today (June 19) is Love Day.


Is it a ploy to make more money for their LoveCharity? I dunno, probably -but the bracelet is quite cute (I'll take one) and why not celebrate love? If not everyday then at least one day a year. (yes, that's sarcasm)

She keeps my notes

I'm working from home today as my work computer is in the shop and my job is 99.9% computer related so, here I sit, at my home office.

Today is Thursday, which means, it's the day the house-cleaner is here.

Now, I know I'm lucky to have her but don't be all judgy because I have no choice; she came with my husband. In fact, he actually claims that he doesn't have to clean up after himself because she will. He has a point. I cannot argue that.

She has been working for my husband's father for like 100 years and is like a mom to Pep (so he says when we get in an argument about her). My father-in-law foots the bill too so, yes we are lucky. But let me just say that my idea of clean and her idea of clean are very different. And yes, I MAY be a bit anal. But if she can't reach it, she doesn't clean it - and she is not tall.

So, again, I'm home, and she's here - and usually I'll opt to not stay home on a Thursday because she tends to ask a lot of questions when I'm here with her;

...MEGA...MEGA?

I hear from down the hall ...and I think what does she do when I'm not here? how does she do anything if she needs to ask me all these questions?

But really, she probably just wants to chat and she is the sweetest lady ever and I love her as much my husband does. (I just like to complain)

Today, we left an extra 20$ for her and I put a little post-it on it telling her it was for her and drew a heart and a smiley face on it.

She just came up to the office, where I am, and thanked me and hugged me and told me that she saves all my little notes and cards that I give her and has our wedding photo on her wall. HOW CUTE IS THAT? It made my heart melt and my love for her grew even bigger.

You better believe that I will be showering her with more little gifts and notes now that I know her appreciation of it.

What the frigg?

Yesterday I told my boss I'd have "it" done by Friday. Then immediately thought (and possibly stated aloud) "Well, now watch something go wrong".

I got to work this morning at 8:50 and my one-month old iMac would not power on.

B l a n k. WTF?

So, after trying everything you would try - then calling the tech guy and manually switching out the ram, I was told that I must take the imac to the mac store to get it fixed. The boss didn't like this scenario as he is worried that someone at the mac store will be interested in records that we have on our system (even though there is actually nothing on my computer, that I access everything through a networked server).

WHATEVER. So I drove to the mac store near me (meaning my house - so I could work from home because my job is 99.9% on the computer) pulled out the box and carried it into the mall. Not 50 steps in, the handle breaks. Great! So I push the box all the way through the mall (with gawkers a-plenty) and into the mac store where the lady informs me I could have purchased a dolly for 5$ next door. TOO LATE NOW. But Thanks!

It's like in the nineties right now in LA - well, in the Valley anyway - and the air conditioner does not seem to be working at the mac store so while I was waiting (which always sets a bit of panic and anxiety in) I was fanning myself with my invoice fearing that I would pass out and pacing (which, of course, is totally irrational and would not happen).

NOTE* A month after I turned 24 I started having panic and anxiety issues which pretty much stuck around for the next 5 years. They still like to poke their nose in my business every once in a while (like when I am told I have to WAIT or TRAVEL) just to say "REMEMBER ME?"

ANNOYING.

Later in the day

So we order some sandwiches for dinner and are excited for the mid-season finale of Ghost Hunters (and yes, it's one of my favorite shows which is how I know I'm a total dork) ...and we have three episodes left of LOST season 3 to get through but before we relax, I decide to check my email just in case the boss tried to reach me. And whatya know? HE did. And he made me cry. And maybe I'm over-tired or whatever but I absolutely hate being accused of ridiculousness when I have done my job correctly and someone else, in fact, is the one doing it wrong. MADDENING!

Whatever, it took some time to get this off my mind but we had LOST to attend to.

SIGH* Tomorrow's one day closer to Friday. My apologies for the boring post :)

The Celtics just made The Lakers their little Bitch ...woof!

Lady GaGa - Just Dance

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7 Deadly Glasses

Red wine glasses based on the Seven Deadly Sins ...these glasses are to die for! Each glass encapsulates a sin, which is revealed through the ritual of drinking.

I'm lusting after them! The one shown here is wrath. Click here to see them all

added:6/27 ...so, I got a price quote on the glasses and I'm not sure if I am allowed to post it or not because they don't have it posted on their site BUT I'm going to anyway until someone tells me not to. The set with the box - ARE YOU READY - $16,000 w/out the box - $13,000. I'LL TAKE TWO SETS PLEASE! sure


added:8/4 ...the Deadly Glasses are now available to order and purchase individually and as a set of 4/6. Here are the prices.

Lil'A is 3 today

I'd like to introduce you to my goddaughter, Miss Avery Boone. This is my cousin's little girl and she turns three today. This pic is from last year though -I'm waiting for new pics from her birthday party on Saturday. She is so adorable and I just want to squish her up all the time. Unfortunately I don't see her as often as I would like because I am a lazy asshole and cannot stand driving in LA traffic!~ not a good excuse though! However, I know in the future I will come in handy to not only her but to her mommy as well, for Avery and I are both Gemini's and you need an entirely separate set of rules to understand us!

Happy Friday ...the 13th *High Five*

Oh Target!

Yesterday afternoon I went to Target and it made me feel alive again.

Okay, a bit dramatic, I know - but seriously, a little retail therapy goes a long way.

I haven't been to Target in quite a while. Why? Because I cannot get outta there without spending a fortune.

The past couple of years have been about paying off enormous amounts of debt and I curtailed many a shopping habit enormously. I had to. With the help of my husband (and me not shopping + more income) we paid it all off and have been debt-free for about 8 months now. When you pay off your own debt (and let me tell you, I should have filed for bankruptcy) you learn that you do not want that kind of debt EVER AGAIN. So even though we've been debt-free, I've been so scared to rack it up again that I have still been living as if there were no funds - and that feels shitty.

My father-in-law gave me a hefty birthday gift of cash before we went to Vegas and I didn't spend all. The other day I decided that the time had come again to reclaim my value as a consumer and spend some of the left-over moola at Target!

So, yesterday afternoon, on my way home from work, I went. And it was awesome.

I slowly perused all the isles putting whatever I wanted in my cart, no restrictions.

I found some cute stationery, dropped it in - and got some for friends too. Wrapping paper, check! Bras (because seriously, Target has the best bras and they are 11.99! What?) -so I got one in every color! Some sleep shirts and even a little sexy babydoll lingerie number for under 20$! After prowling the "things I need" section (soap, toilet paper, mascara, cream) I wandered over to the home section and found two black and grey zebra pillows that are so soft and only $14.99 - in the cart! Then made my way outdoors to the plants and found an awesome squatty green pot for one of the new plants mom & Barry got me for my birthday. Threw in some new hangers and a cute bathing suit on clearance for $7.98 and was onto the next section. But my feet started hurting from the 5" platforms and I had to pee really badly so I looked through my cart, got rid of a couple of things I really didn't need or like that much and headed to the checkout (where I grabbed some mints and magazines as well).

I brought all my beSmartbeGreen canvas bags with me (which hold so much) and told the girl at the register to please use them. Of course, she rings up the very first item and opens a plastic bag! WAIT WAIT, I HAVE MY OWN BAGS! She looked at me like I was loco, so I helped her pack em up - but seriously, I would have gone home with over 20 plastic bags that would have gone directly in the recycle bin...waste!

Instead, I had 5 canvas bags full (well, two of them carried one pillow only) - and they are so much easier to carry up to the house (over the shoulder) than plastic bags ripping my arm skin.

Grand total: $354.36 and well worth it!

Besides the Lakers getting their asses handed to them, last night was very enjoyable ...I'm sure my husband enjoyed my care-free mood as well. I just may have to make Target more of a priority in my life, I mean, in the long run, it's cheaper than therapy ;)

Ovarian "Chocolate" Cysts - yuck!~

June 12, a new anniversary for me.

Last April I scheduled an appointment with a new gynecologist who also happened to be an infertility specialist. I went in for the normal yearly check-up; got weighed (fun), changed into a paper towel (awesome), and sat on the wax papered table and waited for the Dr. to come in.

It was a usual appointment. She felt me up first - then laid me back, put my legs up, feet in cold metal stirrups, finger up the whoo-ha, pressing on stomach, etc, etc, etc. (yay for womanhood!)

Then she started in on the questions: What type of birth control do you use?

Me: uh - (pause) - uh, none? Pull-out method?

Dr: Are you trying to get pregnant?

Me: No. Soon. But this is pretty much the method I've always used and it's ALWAYS WORKED FOR ME. [chuckle]

Dr: So you've never been pregnant?

Me: No. But I always pee after sex ...and I heard that prevents [she's talking over me at this point]

Dr: I'm going to do another test on you ...[she continues talking and explaining the test she's about to administer on me but all I can concentrate on is a very long plastic tool that she has in her hand and is now rolling down a condom onto]

Me: okay (nervous)

So, she inserts this condom covered long-ass plastic thingy up me and I finally realize [cuz I haven't been listening] that it's a camera and she's now showing me my ovaries on an old-school black with orange text monitor. [inner sonogram] One side hurts. The other, no pain at all. She's pointing out some large growths on one of my ovaries (the side that was hurting) and honestly, I was so terrified at this point the only thing I could concentrate on was NOT CRYING.

I was then informed that the cysts COULD go away with my next menstral flow [this is where I started listening again -HOPE] - but most likely would have to be removed surgically - GULP. [back to fighting back tears] as she explained Laparoscopic Surgery to me.

She left the room [my bottom lip started quivering hard] and I grabbed some tissues (handfuls) to wipe the enormous amount of jelly that was now enveloping my nether regions and put my clothes back on. I walked out to the front desk and the lady says "So, when do you want to schedule your pre-op?" OMG OMG OMG...tears.

I ended up scheduling it but when I got home I called and canceled and decided to get a second opinion. I called Dr. Beaver (recommended by a friend and I just couldn't pass up a gyno named Beaver) and set up an appointment with her and she sent me to St. Joe's hospital in Burbank for a more in-depth condom covered plastic thingy up me test ...to which they found - the same thing.

I was, at this point, pretty much in denial and clinging to the hope that the cysts would simply disappear with my next period ...which, of course, I learned they did not at my pre-op appointment. They scheduled my surgery for June 12 and all acted like it was no big deal. It was only three incisions; one over each ovary for the tools and one down my belly button for the camera, and out of the hospital in a matter of hours.

The dreaded day came, I was so nervous and scared and I hate hospitals.

I signed in. Got my bracelet. Changed into a gown. And laid in the waiting room for like two hours before my Dr. came. Random nurses and the anesthesiologist would come over and insert needles in me and look at me all smiley and wide-eyed and talk to me like everything was normal - and I hate that shit. I informed them that I was sensitive to medication. I was really nervous and a bit weepy and had a tissue balled up in my right hand.

Finally my doctor shows up (late) and everyone kicks it into gear. A couple of nurses come over and fiddle with me a little more then they lift the table. I say bye to Pep and they wheel me into another room. Time for surgery.

T E R R O R

The room was really bright with huge lights and machines and like ten nurses and my doctor (who looked all coked up to me - but it was probably just the I'M RUNNING LATE LOOK). One nurse on each side of me strapped my wrists down out to my sides (like I was a crazy person) and everyone was speeding around doing their jobs. The anesthesiologist asked me if I was ready to party and I said yes ...counted to ten (or two).

Fade to black.

I woke up in the room where I was originally waiting with the same tissue balled up in my right hand and looked at it like "Oh, you were with me the entire time".

Then realized I felt like I was hit by a car. I felt sick more than anything and Pep told me that when they wheeled me out of the operating room I was complaining of pain so they shot me up with some hefty drugs (not listening to my confession about being truly sensitive to meds). I was so sick that I could not leave the hospital. They were trying to get me up to go to the bathroom (because I think I was free to leave if I just urinated) but I felt like I was gonna barf. I finally said I would try and got out of the bed with the help of nurses and dropped a nice thick bloody pad onto the floor on my way there - SO HOT! In the bathroom, I was sitting on the toilet with aid from the female nurse while the male nurse (and my husband) held the door open with a trash can in front of me while I dry heaved into it. No pee yet though. The nurses had to wheel me to another room because two hours after the surgery I was so sick still and they were closing up shop. We finally left the hospital at like 5pm and the ride home from Northridge to Sherman Oaks seemed to take one million years.

but it was over.

What they didn't really mention (strongly enough) about the surgery and/or recovery is that to insert the tools they needed to use into my abdomen (navel and each ovary), they had to inflate it (me) first with Co2 to puff up my belly. When the Co2 is trying to escape your body (post surgery), it rises to your shoulders and stays there for days and is some of the worst pain I have ever felt. So now, there is pain (and blood) in your vag, pain on your ovaries, pain in your belly button, pain from the incisions, and pain in your shoulders and neck too!

Maybe I'm just a huge baby but recovery took over a week and they all made it sound like it was no big deal - it's just Laparoscopic Surgery!

This surgery was supposed to make it easier to get preggo. In her words "We'll clean you all out so you can have a baby" - Well, we've been "not pulling out" for about 8 months now and still no baby. It was supposed to make my cramps less painful - They are the same. And my period more regular - When my flow ends, it just starts up again after a week but much lighter - but doesn't forget to throw in a few cramps. However, my stomach is flatter because I don't have the cysts any more. I had no choice, they had to be removed - but this last year has definitely made me re-think children.

Happy one year anniversary to me - At least I'm at work today and not in the hospital. Wow, I never thought I'd rather be at work than somewhere else!

Ghostride The Volvo

This video below continues to be one of my favorite things to youtube. I have watched it a million zillion times and it makes me laugh every single time ...every single time. They used to blog @ hugeinasia.com but I haven't seen them around in a while.

Enjoy!

I'm just saying

That maybe an extra package could be used to his advantage. Maybe it's not such a bad thing. Click Here to read the story about the baby born with an extra penis on his back.

Hyper Crush

Click Here to hear more. ...because, oh my god all their songs are f*cking awesome! (their site will give you a seizure though, fyi)

Kell came over on Sunday afternoon and while we were supposed to go to the movies to see Sex and the City, we did not. We sat around and chatted - with an eye on the Laker game - and that is how we celebrated my birthday. And it was righteous!

One of the gifts she gave me was the Hyper Crush CD and because we only have an ipod station downstairs, we could not listen to it while she was there. This morning I put it in my car and it seriously made my drive to work a joy (the minimal traffic helped too - Thank you summer!). But I soon learned that Kelley was absolutely right about HYPER CRUSH. They are RADICAL.

Dear Lungs,

I abused you for over ten years, filling you with smoke and tar and nicotine and poison and still you allow oxygen to travel in and out of you to keep me alive. For this I apologize and thank you simultaneously.

Today is exactly two years since I decided to quit abusing you and start taking care of you and I wonder how long it will take for you to forgive me, if ever.

I have to admit that it was not that easy to give up by beloved habit but life is much better smoke-free. This does not mean that I do not inhale deeply at the smell of smoke and long to be a smoker once again when I see others lighting up. But fortunately for you, dear lungs, I will keep my promise and never smoke again. For quitting was far too difficult a journey to go through a second time.

Please accept my apology and remember this in the future, when maybe you will have to work a little bit harder to control the cell growth in your tissue.

Thanks for always being there for me,
Love Maegan

This guy is too much

Stop Motion Rubik's Cube solve *Original*

*Totally Awesome

The taste of her cherry chapstick

OH I have a new girl crush! Well, it's been percolating since THIS and THIS but it's at an all time high now.

Katy Perry's new song I Kissed a Girl is so flipping amazing. I am in love.

Hear below:


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My husband was upset that there was no girl on girl action in the video. I told him if he listened to the lyrics he would understand that she didn't need to include the actual kissing and that it would change the meaning of the song. He refused to agree with me so I said "You'd get it if you were a girl" and not having threesome fantasies! [Which now will be used against me in future arguments]

This song has now reminded me of the following which will be categorized under
My Confessions: (one of many) During the time that Kell and I lived together @ Murrieta Palms (2003-04), we were both free from our pasts for the first time as adults together and let's just say we abused our freedom but had ample fun times. I will get more into this era of my life at some point in the future but for now, I will stick to one example.

We were at a club in Hollywood -and of course, I cannot remember which one because I was drunk and we were at a different club almost every night of the week and they are constantly changing names- but we had separated or maybe she was there too -FUZZY- and I was in a little curtained-off room with two girls and a guy - having drinks. I don't know how it lead up to this but I remember this hot Asian girl {no idea what her name was and actually if she was even Asian - all that matters is that she was hot} in a short black mini ruffle skirt, similar to what I was wearing, came over to me and sat on the arm of the couch ...and leaned in ....and kissed me ...and then we started making out ...and then, right after, we trading earrings.

It went like this: kisskisskiss kisskisskiss kisskisskiss kisskisskiss - OMG, I love your earrings! - OMG, I love YOUR earrings! Let's trade! OKAY!

I still have the earrings - not because I'm sentimental over the kiss -which would be funnier if I was- but because they're rad earrings!

note* This wasn't the first time I "Kissed a girl and I liked it" and it wasn't the last. {If my husband gets his way and we have another(what?) threesome, the last won't be the last either} -but "Conditions have to be perfect"

I'm sorry for this husband, BUT - girls kiss better than boys. It's sensual and it's soft and it's different and it's naughty and it's sexy. That's just the bottom line. But here's where the line is drawn: if you're not a lesbo, you don't get the same feeling from kissing a girl as you get when you kiss a man ...but it sure is fun :)

The Best of Vegas 2008

The Drive:

I know we're getting close when I start seeing billboard signs for lame shit. This one was rotating LeRoy's - and I got lucky and caught it before we drove by.


This may be one of my favorite photos ever. You almost don't know it's Vegas. *click it to enlarge it ...cuz it's rad!


A view from our hotel window.


Every year we take a trip to Vegas and stay in a different hotel. We've been so many times and Pep went to UNLV - fun college experience, right? - and my dad moved here when I was 15, so we pretty much know what it looks like. We usually opt for a pretty awesome suite because we know how much time we'll spend in it - and we like to review the rooms (and the food - KOI was my fav this time- and some of the best sushi I've ever had -Al, I want those pics!). This year we chose the PH (Planet Hollywood) which used to be the Aladdin (which we stayed at one year as well - and the Desert Passage shops are my fav!). We got a panoramic suite with windows all the way around however, they hadn't redone the hallways on our floor yet, so they still had genie lamps carpet which was kinda lame. Our suite was at the end of the hallway with black double doors that entered into a foyer with two other sets of doors; ours and one other suite's.

Our room was fairly awesome.


It was mostly purples and golds. GO LAKERS!


...and below is the tub that I continued to walk through from the master bathroom ...but mostly, this pic is to show how awesomely whorish I get to dress for my husband while in Vegas!


If you notice the photo on the wall behind me (in the master bath), it is a still from "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest".


What at first I thought was lame, I came to really enjoy about our room. It was very "Hollywood" - like Planet Hollywood is I guess. There were display cases with costumes and other paraphernalia from films. The above is Sigourney Weaver's space suit from Alien. The coffee table in the living room had the t-shirt (in it) from the little boy from "Kramer vs Kramer". There was another life-size display case with a jacket Dustin Hoffman wore in ...shit, what was it? And a dress that Faye Dunaway wore in "Little Big Man" ...which Dustin Hoffman was also in -weird. But still, it was kinda neato, even being from LA and all.


Alison and Chad followed us up and stayed only two days -which was fun- even though she left her germs with us *wink*wink* but I won anyway!


Luuuuuvers.


...and finally...DRUNK! Do you know how long it took me to get him to make a half-normal face? LIKE AN HOUR! But we had a blast. Until next year!