Examiner...

I am now the LA Comfort Food Out Examiner...yey...very excited...so much to do...so many places to write about...must get work started ASAP...

Scroooooge...

Yes, I guess, I am back. I just have this ill feeling in my gut that tells me that I know something I do NOT know. Go figure. I have been feeling it for a while now. NOT AGAIN. I just hate to need something I know I'm not going to get. Maybe that is the ordeal that I will have to go through every now and then. That emptiness that should eat me up inside and consume me. I know what I need to do and I know what should be done. But the question remains....which one will become? We shall see...

Boyfriends...

So I've always wondered...when do men become spoon-feeding, car door-opening, purse-slinging, tampon-buying boyfriends (or husbands)? And what do women have to do to ever acquire the privilege of having a special someone as such?
I look around and observe...
I see them and wish...
But what I have is neither of those...
I eat on my own. I need to ask how is his food before I even get an offer of a morsel. And I don't get the "spoon-feeding". I get the "plate-nudge" as if to signal-here take some if you want to.
I open my own doors. It is, after all, the 21st century. Women's Lib, I assume. I can open my own door. And even if I have 50 thousand things in my hands/shoulders/elbows, I will open my own door.
I carry my own purse. And if i ask...I get the WTH look or the shoe-tap as if to say "hurry up, people are looking". I understand, because carrying my purse around during shopping days would probably equate an hour of lifting weights at the gym. My house is inside my Juicy's.
I buy my own tampons...enough said.
Yet I look at them and continue to wonder...ARE THEY REALLY HAPPY? Because after a long time, in a VERY, VERY LONG TIME...I can finally say that I AM HAPPY. And I don't mind feeding myself, it is my body that requires sustenance. Or opening my own doors, I do want to get in. Even carrying my own purse, I need everything inside within my reach. And buying my own you-know-what, I have to have supply on a monthly basis. I would rather do these things for myself, on my own, independently...than lose my happiness. Because at the end of the day, when my eyes start gravitating towards the floor and my body starts feeling the wear and tear...all I need is you right beside me. And waking up to a new day with you still beside me, makes all the work I do for myself...seem like as normal as breathing.
I am happy. And I'd rather have you than any of them. Happy birthday.

Lexi...

It's been two saturdays now with our new bundle of joy...new addition to the family...mommy and daddy loves you...

...i

I am sorry...i love my three dots and small i's...i can't let go...i just think that correcting myself and going back just to capitalize my i's would be going against the flow of emotion, of thoughts, of life into words against my typing fingers. And as for the ... OCD??? I think...therefore, i am sorry...i will try to change it...next blog...i promise...

2010...

New year...new resolutions...new life...so they say...
So does that mean that we can just turn a new leaf...forget about the past and become new people?
For me new year brings in new things-to-do, list of goals, many must-accomplish...
It won't make me a new ME but it will definitely make me a better ME:
-Get this PKA rolling...yes I've started but lost my way due to the holiday predicaments but will succeed once more...hahahahaha...must begin AGAIN...
-Get driving...A MUST...and soon...this actually sets everything in motion as a lot of my goals require some travel...
-Get a part-time job?...
-Get a new laptop...yes to a better one...
-Get back to school...prepare for my placement tests and just go back to school (now this also requires driving)...
-Get my braces restarted...enough said...
-Get my events planning business started...I am keeping track of my pictures, keeping my business cards, and keeping contact with potential vendors and clients...let's get this going...

Ugh...let's get started...