It's just a thought...

Little Bird

2011-10-10T16:30:00.000-07:00

I recorded this with the lovely Ben Martin and that guy on guitar is the one, the only, Jesse C. Dienner. The song is called Little Bird by The Eels. The lyrics mean everything to me.

I've been busy. And I'm lazy

2011-10-10T16:13:00.000-07:00

Check out my super awesome summer through the writing styles of my bff, Erin.

We went to the Pines

And stuffed 6 adults in my tiny Honda Civic and drove 6+ hours to Eureka

Watched A LOT of Pretty Little Liars

Went on the Tea Cups at Disneyland

I've done a lot more, but Erin didn't blog about it so, clearly it never happened.

Thank God!

2011-08-24T14:24:00.000-07:00

My sister-in-laws brother had updated his Facebook with a status that informed me that he would be marrying someone else. I was crushed, but thank goodness it was only a status update and not real life. Also, Patrick plays for the other team which is why our marriage is destined to be very Jack & Karen (I love to drink, he loves to spend my money*).

*I don't have any money. It's more like WE like to drink and bake cookies.

Just me?

2011-06-12T18:53:00.001-07:00

You know that guy? The one you pine after or hold out for, or hold on to so tightly that you tell yourself he can't leave. The one that laughed at your joke or called at the exact moment you were thinking about him. The guy that tells you you're funny and cool. He helps you smile because just thinking of him gives you excitement. So much so that you run and check your phone for a missed call or text and nothing is there. You tell yourself that he is busy and maybe you should go out on a limb and say something first. But fear takes over and you decide that you will not wait around for him to realize how great you are (but you're hoping he calls). And then a few days go past and nothing. But then something. You start back at the top and realize he is the guy that tells you you're funny and cool. You play this game with yourself for a few weeks, maybe a month and god forbid a few months until you realize it was never a thing. It was only "hey" or a "how was your weekend". It wasn't as big as you thought and after time you see you were never his one and only. So you tell yourself that you will not wait around for him to realize how great you are (but you're hoping he calls).

Update to To Do List from 2007

2011-05-31T12:52:00.000-07:00

To Do: Take 2*

~~Wake up~~

~~Go to Work~~

~~Play on the internet~~

~~Go home~~ - I've actually gone home a lot since posting this.

Buy White board

Buy white board pens

Write Screenplay

Turn Screenplay into movie starting Michael Ian Black and other members of “The State”

Get nominated for an Academy Award

Go on ~~Oprah~~ - Find another talk show. Ellen?

Go on David Letterman

Play on internet - As we speak!

~~Buy a Jeep (Matt)~~ - Who thought that this would actually happen!

Sign up for Personal training (Megan) - Does a never used gym membership work? No?

Take picture for cover of Rolling Stone

Do interview for said cover

Buy dress for Academy Awards

Stop Eating

Be on the cover of US Weekly for my extreme weight loss

Be on the cover of US Weekly for my rumored pregnancy

Be on the cover of US Weekly for my feud with Paris Hilton

Be on the cover of US Weekly with my new BFF Paris Hilton

Win Academy Award

Attend the after party

After the party it’s the hotel lobby

Meet famous musician

Date famous musician (Megan)

Marry famous musician (Megan)

*See Take 1

My favorite show as a kid was Mr. Wizard

2011-05-18T09:36:00.000-07:00

My bff got my dream job from when I was eight and thought getting locked inside The Exploratorium would be AMAZING. She isn't locked in there, they let her out at 5pm but still if she wanted to get locked in there she could. It will only get better when I move in two weeks about five blocks from The Palace of Fine Arts which houses the 'Torium (that's what I call it) so we can kick it for happy hours with the Lucas Arts folks.

What's Mr. Wizard you ask? It allowed latchkey kids (like myself) get a taste of science under the guise of television.

Due Date 4/20

2011-04-19T21:19:00.000-07:00

My sister is due tomorrow! Her baby didn't get the memo.

Fave IM of the Day

2011-04-12T17:44:00.001-07:00

Enough said.

I Never Learn

2011-02-16T16:53:00.000-08:00

There is a bug in one of my games that the vendor can never replicate. I, on the other hand, seem to always replicate it. The vendor said he can't find the problem and has been unable to break the game in order to find it and fix it. It's really not that big of a deal because Keith is always there to help a sista' out. But, I have a fool proof plan that always works for me and here is the email I sent him today to give him my expert advice.

____________________________________________________________________
From: Romero, Megan
Sent: Wednesday, February 16, 2011 3:45 PM
To: 'Keith McCullough'
Subject: RE: Beat that Beat Explanation

Keith, I’m really good a breaking things. Here is the trick… procrastinate as much as you can. Then, when Roy asks you where you’re at, if it’s ready for launch tomorrow say a few choice swear words and get started. 9 times out of 10 you will run into a show stopper. Tell yourself you’ve learned your lesson and will start on it sooner next time, knowing very well that you won’t. It’s just that simple.

Thanks so much!

___________________________________________________________________

Give it a try. Works every time.

Twittery

2011-02-07T09:34:00.000-08:00

I'm a Twitter feed reader. I don't often tweet, I prefer to read, follow the links, laugh at funny things said by #PeopleIDon'tKnow, etc. But sometimes I take a picture of all the junk food I bought at a gas station before a road trip and post it. Or a picture of a fantastic view of the Golden Gate Bridge because I live just a few blocks from it's Golden-ness. And then every once in a while I will @ reply to a celeb thinking nothing of the comment knowing it will go into the depth of their feed...

But then this happened.

My tweet was re-tweeted by the person in which I tweeted about. This is the 2011 version of standing in line behind a celeb at the grocery store.

Role Reversal

2011-01-24T22:03:00.000-08:00

I'm five and wake up in the morning knowing this Saturday will be different than the one before. I usually spend the entire day walking in my moms shadow because I know something is up. A box of Kraft Mac n Cheese is sitting on the counter. We only get Mac n Cheese on maybe two occasions. Then it happens, right when I'm watching music videos on VH1 (I honestly always remember it being a Paula Abdul, Forever Your Girl or Cold Hearted Snake) and I smell the scent that means I will cry. My moms perfume. Tonight my mom and dad are going out. Tonight my mom and dad will leave me with Sally, Cazzie or Matt.

I'm not sure what happened when I was a kid but at some point every time my parents left the house without me, I freaked out. I would stand at the doorstep and cry. As they drove away I continued to cry. At some point, I would walk back into the house. But I always remembered standing on the front porch, crying and waving until they drove up the street.

Cut to 20 plus years later. I'm packing up my laundry and walking around the house trying to make sure I didn't forget anything from the 10 hours I spend at my parents house. My mom asks if I'm OK to drive home, my dad asks if I have enough gas in the car. My mom asks the next time I'm coming back and my dad tells me to have a great week and drive safe. And I as I back out of the driveway and onto the street, my mom and dad wave to me from the porch watching me drive up the street to eventually walk back into the house.

Teenage Dirtbag

2011-01-16T14:31:00.000-08:00

Have you met my friend, Eric? Of course not. Hell I haven't "met" him yet. We are co-workers who sit at desks on opposite sides of the country. He resides on the 33rd floor at 1515 Broadway in New York City and I take residence on the 12th floor of 225 Bush Street in the hippie city of San Francisco. Our relationship is usually based around my obnoxious questions, such as:

"Umm.. how do I do this? Can you help me with that?"

And somehow between dealing with me and the million of other things I'm sure he does, he also has time to be an artist. My brother is an awesome artist as well and it's very much the one thing I've always been extremely jealous of. I can't even draw a stick figure. But this isn't about me and my lack of skills, this is about Eric and his abundance of it.

A few months ago (more like a year ago) he was telling me that his friends band asked him to create a comic to go with their new album. That band is Wheatus. You may remember them as the ones that sing "Teenage Dirtbag". You know, the song about tube socks. We on the same page? Cool. So a few weeks ago the album was FINALLY finished and the world would now have the ability to see this comic that Eric worked feverishly on last year. So without further adieu, buy the album, download it, listen to it, and take a look at a totally awesome comic.

I'm hoping this free promotion is going to give me the opportunity to ask more questions. I'll let you know how that goes.

Like Mother, Like Daughter

2011-01-07T23:11:00.001-08:00

When I was younger my mother would tell me to make my bed. You would think she was asking me to build The Great Wall of China. In the most dramatic fashion a seven year old could muster (or maybe more, I was kind of dramatic from 1988 to the summer of 1999) I would ask her why she would do such a thing to me. I don't remember her reason but I do remember my response which was usually something along the lines of when I get my own place I'm never going to make my bed. She never argued with me on that but instead would say, if that is what you want to do that is fine by me.

You can bet I was counting down the day I would turn 23* and have a husband and a house and not make my bed. Well folks, I'm on my own now. I get myself out of bed every morning and get ready for work. I pay my rent on time and every morning before I walk out of the door, you know what I do? I make my effing bed.

*I was pretty sure I would be married by 23 have a baby and somehow a teenager named Britney who had an affinity for running away. It should also be known that I watched a lot of young adult television, ie, Beverly Hills and Melrose.

Foreigner

2010-12-28T14:32:00.000-08:00

She makes a valid point. I'm not even sure I know any part of the song other than the chorus.

Update

Quote of the Day, Holiday Edition

2010-12-26T09:28:00.000-08:00

My brother sent me Table Topics for Christmas and whenever we get a chance we throw out questions quick fire style. Today I asked my sister "what has been the most spiritual experience of your life" to which she said,

"Last week I found out God and Jesus were not the same people".

Awesome.

One Month.

2010-12-23T22:25:00.000-08:00

It's been one month. A sad month. A month I could have easily done without. Erin once told me she would rather have these past 24 years with her sister than none at all. Not a single day goes by that I don't think of T. I've laughed over memories and cried because I miss her. It's only been one month. A sad, sad month.

Golden Girls Bea Arthur?

2010-12-22T11:09:00.000-08:00

The office is under construction. Dana and I are currently not on the same floor. I'm still on 12 while she has been sent down to 11. There is an elevator ride between us. It's a bummer and a half. We need to rely on Gchat more than ever.

Gift Exchange

2010-12-19T19:31:00.000-08:00

If you believe in the motto, treat others the way you would want to be treated then you would agree with my holiday gift giving motto which is give gifts you wish to receive. And never is this more apparent then in the family gift exchange.

You see folks, it all started about 10 years ago when my Aunt gave as a gift a rat doll that turned into a purse. The person who was lucky enough to find it was my then 24 year old brother. Rat purses aren't his thing. I'm not sure they are anybodys thing. I learned a very valuable lesson that year. Give a gift in which you would not be sad if you were stuck with. I would have been very sad with the rat purse. Which is why every year for the gift exchange I usually just take my own gift. A few years back, it was a disposable camera (those were all the rage in high school) and a photo album. Then it was gift certificates to Blockbuster with popcorn and Junior Mints. Two years ago it was a lovely down throw and this year it was a waffle maker. I've had waffle mix in my cupboard for about a year and I figured it was about time I invest in one. Now I know what you may be thinking and yes, you're right Christmas, is about togetherness and being with your loved ones. The presents shouldn't matter. And truth be told, they don't. If we didn't exchange gifts and just sat around eating and chatting I would be perfectly happy with that, but Christmas IS about gift giving and I've come to the selfish conclusion that if I'm going to fork over some dollar bills for a present I would like to receive one that was purchased with the care as mine was.

Christmas is a strange holiday. It forces you to spend money and give gifts in order to celebrate another mans birthday. But I'm pretty sure if that man were alive today, he would definitely have needed a new waffle maker.

I think they are on to me.

2010-12-06T22:28:00.000-08:00

I've been an Executive Assistant for 1 year, 6 months and two weeks-ish. Before that I was not. Needless to say when I was hired I had the skill set but not the experience. Lucky for me one of my executives hadn't an EA before and this played nicely with my having never been an EA. For the first few weeks and months it was kind of a back and forth as to what it was that I was supposed to do and if it was okay for him to ask me to pick up his lunch (which it is by the way, I'm his assistant after all, I assist). After "organizational restructuring" I was added to another executive as EA. He had also never had an EA and at this point I was a pro. This harmonious work relationship, with two executives has worked well for these past 18 or so months and I'm happy to say I'm one of the best San Francisco EA's MTV Networks, Kids and Family Games Group has ever seen (the list is like 4 people long) so when last week I was told I would also be the EA to our newest VP I thought, I can handle this dude.

Except this dude made the first Simpson's video game and has been making super awesome video games since before I was born (seriously, I looked him up online). There is a real good chance I'm not his first EA. I expressed this fear to my boss. The conversation went a little something like this:

Me: Um, so this guy has been in the game for some time now and I'm pretty sure he has had EAs before.
James: So.
Me: You didn't have an EA before me so no matter what I did you were cool with it.
James: So basically what you're saying is that you can't take advantage of this guy like you do with me and John?
Me: Exactly.

Wish me luck, ya'll.

"Don't Get All Banana Shaped"

2010-11-29T19:50:00.001-08:00

Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday. It might have had something to do with the two days off of school to kick start the holiday season or that I got to eat pigs in a blanket. Probably a combination of both. But this year is different.

I never had a little sister, I had Teresa. As the baby sister to my best friend, Erin, I gave Teresa the same love and advice an older sister would bestow on her little sister. I don't know if she ever cared for my advice but I gave it. I watched her go from shy teenager to beautiful fun loving young lady. I watched her walk across the stage at her college graduation and shared a shot with her and the entire family at Normal St. Bar as a congratulations to all her hard work. And just last Saturday she "Iced" me on my birthday.

Unfortunately, T-Bird was taken from us way too soon. While it's not fair I do take comfort in her last Facebook status, which was simply "I love my life". The memories I have with Erin, Teresa and the Walsh family will live with me forever and I'm so happy to have known her. Looking back at pictures this past week has been hard but I'm so thankful she always brought her camera out. I've cried my fair share but not in all sadness as most of my memories are LOL funny. And I don't think I can ever put into words the way I feel. I'm sad and for now that is all that I can say.

Thanks for allowing me to be a special part of your life. I'll miss you T-Bird and will love you forever.

Stay Classy, Dana

2010-09-30T17:36:00.000-07:00

I can barely read and write let alone spell, which is why I've always asked friends to proofread most things I write. It started back in the day when my sister would tell me that I left out entire words in sentences (I still do that from time to time) and more recently Kelsey yelling at me for writing "then" when it should have been "than". My bad, Kels!

So at work I have Dana proof my Shockwave Coming Soon Blog posts (most commented on blog post, thankyouverymuch). Which is why this IM kind of scared me.

Feelings

2010-09-27T08:44:00.000-07:00

I was just cleaning off my computer desktop, which has been littered with contracts, pages of XML and pictures for games that I just hadn't had time to toss yet when I came across this.

This illustrates why Dana and I are friends.

It's an Orange Carpet Moment

2010-09-09T16:55:00.000-07:00

Willow Smith, daughter to the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, has a new record deal. She is nine years old and has two famous parents. Are we at all surprised? Nope. As someone almost 20 years older than her, a record deal is not my concern. I wanna know where I can get those awesome shoe pants.

*Also bonus points at work for showing a KCA picture... up top!

Rude.

2010-09-08T08:27:00.001-07:00

Now that is just plain mean. So you heard me, you're just not going to do what I ask? No, let me rephrase that. You're refusing to do what I ask. I need to Tweet... for my job. It's not like I'm going online to buy a pair a shoes that I can't afford. But wouldn't that be nice! Like when I go to Steve Madden or Zappos...

411 Forbidden: The server understood the request, but is refusing to fulfill it because the server also checked your bank account and thinks you should be saving your money.

Call me when the Internet does that.

M & D: Get Fit

2010-09-07T16:04:00.000-07:00

It's a new fiscal year (almost) for the fine folks at MTV Networks and with that Dana and I are starting the new (fiscal) year off right. As most folks know, resolutions last as long as Lohan in rehab. I figure, maybe it's not the actual resolution that is hard to keep up but the time of the year in which we attempt to make anew. Let's face it, January is the worst. You have zero holidays to look forward too (and or extended breaks from work) and even at that the Super Bowl is still a month away, and you can't even be sure "your" team will be playing. And then what? Valentines Day? Yeah, that really excites me year after year. The point being, maybe we should start resolutions at the fiscal year.

Let's discuss why this is better. First off, it's September! San Francisco's best month (according to me) is September. The weather is great and the tourists have all gone home except for the cool ones that know September is the best. January is rain/sleet/snow. There is no way I'm going to get my butt out of bed early to deal with bad weather and darkness. Also, fiscally speaking, you aren't freaking out about money yet. It's a new year, new budget and new you! Normally in January I'm overwhelmed with the fact that I over spent on Christmas/Christmas parties and have to hibernate for the winter to get my finances in order. This puts me in a bad mood and in turn makes me not want to go to the gym and or workout, which here to fore...makes me drop my resolution of getting fit like a bad habit. And since everyone's resolution is some form of fitness the gym is packed with people who are using their resolutions in the form of fitness. I'm no gym rat but thanks to my days as a Linda Evans associate (remember that!?) I know how to use all the machines and what I should and should not be attempting according to my levels of fitness. 5 pound free weights, yes. 150 pounds bench press, no. January + 24Hour Fitness = Clusterfuck and I want no part of it.

And this brings me to my 2011 New Fiscal Year Resolution: Get Fit with my good friend Dana who will be there to tell me when I shouldn't eat that candy bar because I'm not "hungry hungry" but just "mouth hungry".

It's a rat race and it sucks, Kenny.

2010-08-31T20:58:00.000-07:00

Shit, you guys. I'm dating my job, again. I don't know how it happened but at some point I went from single to in a relationship with my 9 to 5. It's like you were seeing this guy who you thought was totally awesome but after a few months realized it wasn't a fit. But it was super hard to realize that so you dug your heals and after sleepless nights and stress acne you finally called it quits. Which I did, last March. So when this summer started, I had these grandiose ideas of really taking advantage of Summer Fridays but then my job started to call. Instead of ignoring the out of state area code I picked up. I know I should have just said,

"Hey job. It's not you, it's me."

But I wasn't that strong. In fact I was extremely weak. I was that girl who gets told by all of her friends that that dude she is dating is kind of a dick but that girl didn't listen. I mean sure, I'm getting a lot of experience and I'm the person to call when anyone needs lunch ordered for 20 (3 vegetarians, one is vegan, gluten free options, ready in an hour and don't forget the cookies) or a power point presentation in 15 minutes with video and animated bullet points. I'm totally "I'm right on top of that, Rose!" when I should be like "I'm just not that into you".

I'm the dependable girl. The best friend. The girl that everyone thinks is nice and funny (good god, I hope) and enjoys being around but never gets the prom king or corner office. I float by, stealing candy from reception, wishing I didn't eat my feelings yet not doing a damn thing about the place I've put myself in my own life.

The other day I asked my boss a question and prefaced it with, "I know we talked about this yesterday but to be honest, Thursday was a blur", to which he replied "Yea, you were really focused". Is that what it looked like? Because I was the complete opposite of that in more of a flustered, frustrated manor trying my hardest not to breakdown in front of the coffee robot and cry into my 6pm cappuccino (not my smartest decision, but it was that or whiskey).

After a week of 12 hour days, I'm hoping life will ease up a bit next week and I can actually arrive and leave work at an hour not followed by the term "un-godly". Shit, you guys. I have to break up with my job, again.

Gettin' Back My Sea Legs

2010-08-29T20:45:00.000-07:00

Tonight, after my better judgment, I went for a run. You know what? It wasn't that bad. Sure, I could have stopped at any moment but I didn't.

At one point in my life I called myself a runner (ok, ok... a jogger). It was at that point in my life that I felt best about myself. I wasn't at all supermodel looking but I was fit and somewhat trim. I ran almost everyday and I didn't hate it. In fact, there was a time when I missed a few days because I had mono (mmhmmm.... that was an embarrassment) and my first run back felt great. But then I moved to the city, drove to Fremont everyday and really didn't feel like finding the time to keep up with my fitness. I was unhappy and it showed.

A lot has changed in these few years. I'm use to the role I play in my life, but I'm kind of over it. Just because I'm used to it doesn't make it comfortable.

Dana Just Got Served.

2010-08-26T15:45:00.001-07:00

What if we always talked in Internet URL's? How much funnier.tv would life.org be?

Also, Amul wins for IM of the day! I LOLd. For totes. Also, drinks anyone? Apparently we're going!

24 Hour ....

2010-08-23T14:53:00.000-07:00

Dana and I've been talking about joining a gym. Well actually, more like her joining and me actually going. I have a membership I just simply choose not to use it for reasons unknown to me (read= lazy as shit). Which brings me to my newest: Dana IM of the Day!

40th Anniversary is ruby.

2010-08-16T19:12:00.001-07:00

A few years back, around Christmastime, I put the kettle on the stove to boil water for tea and went into my parents den to watch TV. You should note that this kettle was my mothers Christmas kettle, which was both expensive and without a whistle. As you can imagine I forgot about it and once the fire alarm started its screeching sound I remembered. As I ran into the kitchen to see what was the matter I found the kettle in flames. Thankfully my sister had the brains to turn off the source (the stove) and the flames quickly disappeared. The fire was out but you can bet I've still never heard the end of it.

"Remember when Megan almost burned down the house on Christmas!" It's been almost 10 years since this incident and it's still a topic of conversation. The best part about the story is that my mom called the company to inform them that they should have included a whistle with this holiday kettle because her daughter almost burned the house down and felt really bad about it. Sure enough after that year, they did.

So last night it happened again. This time my mom and I were both to blame. She started the BBQ and apparently turned it up too high. I noticed it was very smoky but instead of saying something about it, I just started to shuck the corn. As I looked out the window a few minutes later I saw the black smoke rising out of the BBQ. Oh shit.

"Hey Mom. I think the BBQ's on fire". We both walked out and sure enough, it was. My mom yelled to my dad something like "Don, the barbecue's on fire" and went back outside to turn down the flames. As we stood there for a good 30 seconds with no sign of my dad I ran back into the house and walked into the den.

"Dad, seriously the barbecue is on fire."

My dad runs out to the backyard and starts to turn on the hose as he says, "Why didn't you say something, maybe we need code or something", to which my mom replays, "OK. Code Red. The barbecue's on fire". We all started laughing because having a code for fire instead of just saying fire seemed to crack us all up, which is good because we were currently standing in front of a torched barbecue.Thankfully we didn't actually ruin the barbecue and we were still able to cook a mean tri-tip, but the one thing I took away from the potential disaster is that after 40 years of marriage my mom and dad stayed calm and even cracked a joke in the midst of what could have been a house fire. They can still be funny in time of trials. Might we all so lucky.

So with that, Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad!! Thanks for teaching us all that if you can't laugh at your yourself, who can you laugh at!

Update! Karen just wrote this on my facebook wall.

Eat. Pray. Dillion.

2010-08-11T18:08:00.000-07:00

I left work early today because I was coughing up a damn lung and work people are starting to judge. I can't tell you how many times I got "Are you OK?", when half the time I wasn't even blowing my nose. I'm pretty sure I look like I feel and people are noticing.

But going home early (side note: have you taken the 30 during the day, it's an experience) allowed me to catch up on Friday Night Lights. I needed the rest and I needed my East Dillion Lions. I've said it once and I will say it again. Friday Night Lights is the best show on television. The storylines hook you in and I'm just as connected to these characters as I am to my own family. I highly, highly recommend hitting up your Netflix putting all three seasons in your queue and watching the fourth one on hulu. I'm currently in tears over the end of the episode called "Thanksgiving" and I've never been happier.

Zombies Are A Part Of Everyday Life

2010-08-11T11:15:00.001-07:00

I'm forced to talk about Zombies at least once a day at work. Literally. I will let you know how it goes.

I need to create a tag for Dana's IMs

2010-07-29T11:07:00.000-07:00

Click the picture for the link. The thing is, I have no idea why a picture of Jazz hands is at all associated with the name Dana and/or Maynard and I don't care. I just appreciate that it is.

Lock Up Your Daughters.

2010-07-27T09:11:00.000-07:00

I saw this headline and I didn't think wild animal, I thought golf pro.

Kidz Bop

2010-07-22T19:44:00.000-07:00

I need this. I just saw the infomercial and to be honest, it wasn't horrible. In fact, it was blog worthy. If I had this and the egg cuber, I'm sure my life would be complete.

Ninjas and TMI

2010-07-16T12:26:00.000-07:00

The days when I forget my ipod are the worst. I hate listening to other peoples conversations on the bus. Mostly because they aren't even half as cool as mine, obviously. However, there is a day or two of rare conversations had by other people that make me love public transportation. The one time a guy was trying to make a sale in a crowded bus (his sister just moved to Phoenix and is teaching... she loves it!) was not one of those times. However when two 20-somethings sat down behind me I couldn't help but listen. It started simple enough as they were talking about one of my favorite subjects, ninjas. See if you can find the joy in this as I did.

Dude 1: Hey man, ninjas are crazy. They use really crazy weapons. Did you know that in movies when someone gets their heads cut off and blood shoots out that it happens in real life (me: umm how do you know this dude). Do you know why?

Dude 2: (it should be known that Dude 2 was way less talkative and didn't really seem to care) nah man.

Dude 1: It's because the head gets cut off so fast that blood is still pumping through your body so it squirts up. You know that thing they used to use to cut your head off. You know, you put your head down and then a sharp knife comes down on your head. What is that called?

Me: (to myself) Guillotine.

Dude 2: I don't know man.

Dude 1: They really used those back in the day man. Also they had this box that was lined with nails and knives sticking out that they would put you in and close it and lock it so you couldn't get out.

Dude 2: Really?

Dude 1: Yeah and then they would just wait for you to die. (Please note this isn't edited, this was the actual transition from torture to sex life). I hadn't gotten any p*ssy for like a year and half, no a year. Ya know what I'm sayin'. Like it's been a year and I finally got some last month, ya know what I'm sayin'? When I got some I was like "Yesss". Ya know what I'm sayin' Brett.

Brett (formally Dude 2): Yeah man

And then they got off and walked out of my life forever, unless I happen to see them on the 30 again, which is a possibility. As they exited the bus the girl across from me noted that she couldn't help but listen to their entire conversion, to which I replied "Oh yeah, I'm texting this conversation to my friend right now".

Public Transportation, I love/hate/love you.

In Loving Memory

2010-06-24T20:18:00.000-07:00

We've all done stupid things. Drank too much or ran a red light, texted while driving or didn't look both ways before crossing the street. We never think that cutting corners or taking a miss step every once in a while will effect us in a manner that would hurt our lives anymore then a pin prick. Just like we don't think anything will happen to us, a girl named Jill didn't think that going to the doctor for a stomach ache would leave her with the knowledge that at 21 she had stage IV lung cancer.

But the thing is, Jill didn't do anything wrong. She wasn't a smoker, she didn't do drugs. In fact, she was the complete opposite. She attended UC Berkley and balanced sorority, crew team and her studies in perfect harmony. And at the moment she found out that she had cancer she did everything in her power to support a community that she had only been a part of for a short while. She raised money and educated friends and family with facts, like 25% of woman who are diagnosed with lung cancer are never-smokers. She helped raise thousands of dollars while still, hanging with her friends, keeping up with school work and helping the UC Berkley woman's crew team win a championship. When she realized her latest round of chemo would have her losing her hair she rallied the troops and collected 26 ponytails for Pantene's Beautiful Lengths so others losing their hair will get a wig with help from Jill and her team of supporters. After a year of highs and lows, hospitals and world travel little Miss Jill was still fighting hard for every moment of her life and just this Monday she asked her Facebook friends to "Pray hard!!!".

After a turn for the worse Jill passed away today. She leaves behind family, friends, teammates and a legacy of charity, kindness and love. Grace and beauty do not even begin to describe her and I will forever be touched by her life. The world has been lucky to know Jill for her short 22 years and a new angel is now watching over us.

IM of the Day: Farm Games

2010-06-24T15:21:00.000-07:00

It's true. Our customers LOVE farm games. Shockwave.com already has a lot. See! And even after all those farming options they are still itching for more. And you know what? I can't blame them. They are pretty fun. Not as much fun as crack but close.

Roses are red...

2010-06-21T20:18:00.000-07:00

Don't judge me. I promise every season that I will not watch The Bachelor(ette) and every season I cave. I can't tell you why this is, but the moment Chris Harrison speaks I listen. This season we get to watch Ali who is from San Francisco so I'm watching it purely for solidarity of a fellow San Franciscan (and fellow Marinaian). I missed a few episodes but with these shows they spend the first 10 minutes recapping so you can never be too far behind.

Ok, so basically what I missed is that this guy Kasey got a tattoo of a rose on his wrist to prove his love to Ali. He actually said he did it to be a man. You know what I think when someone gets a tattoo for a girl on a dating reality show... irrational and dumb. Two things I try to avoid in a potential mate.

But that's just me.

Tony, Toni. Tone.

2010-06-14T09:04:00.000-07:00

Did you watch the Tony's last night! I love Broadway and hope to one day be a part of that prestigious group of actors, even if I'm a ticket taker at the Wednesday matinee. And maybe if I'm lucky enough I will one day be able to take tickets at the Tony Awards right there in New York City (the place where dreams are made). It will be amazing! My mom will call her friends and tell them that I've been moved up to the big leagues, the holiest of grail for Broadway show ticket takers, The Tony Awards. The red carpet will be filled with glamorous dresses and a tuxedos and I will be standing proud in my Kenneth the Page one size fits all blazer. Magic my friends, it will be magic. But the best part about this dream is that I will be present to see this type of awkward pairing in person.

Katie Holmes looks like a giant compared to Harry Potter and you think it would kill him to get a little Vitamin D? Cast a spell or something HP, Sunious Taniotus.

Office Space.

2010-06-10T15:47:00.000-07:00

Dana moved desks. This has been a very hard day for me. I'm currently at stage three of my grief; anger and bargaining.

I try my hardest to be a team player and do my job (and whatever else is asked of me) with a smile and little complaining. But this is the worst. I didn't realize how "two peas in a pod" we really were until she is now 30 paces away. How many paces were we before she moved one might ask? I don't know, we never "paced"! We didn't have to. This is me angry.

But if you were to bring Dana back to the cool kids row I will never do the electric slide in the lobby ever again or yell "hey girl heyyyyy" when anyone walks down the hallway.

Alas, we will always have the memories... (P. Diddy's version of "Missing You" should be playing in your head right now)

This was my first month with MTV, I didn't even know who this chick was next to me. I know this was just a year ago but we look sooooo young. amiright?!

She became my favorite happy hour buddy!

See!

I like this one because we didn't plan the matching pose, it just happened.

And now she is 30 paces away. I hate that this is honestly making me sad. Also, Dana is always the on the left of me in EVERY picture as seen above and all the other pictures that I could find. Odd? Awesome? Both?

Have you met Beckett?

2010-06-09T20:42:00.001-07:00

Coming in at 6lbs 1 oz and taking the ring at 19 inches long is Beckett!! Ain't he the cutest?!

Oh yeah, what's up from before.

2010-06-09T19:03:00.000-07:00

Omg. Hi! It's been forevers. I've missed you so much. So what happened is that I've been super busy but enough with that. I'm back and better than ever... well I'm back anyhow.

Since I've been MIA for a while I decided to look into my favorite celeb who I haven't seen in a while. Aubrey O'Day, where you at? Well she has a Word Press blog, good to know. She also takes a lot of self portraits with her friends. Stars they are just like us.

And Elmo is all over her. Get a room! What the hell is Zoe gonna say?

More like Boo-ving.

2010-05-23T21:33:00.000-07:00

It's almost been an entire week in my new digs and I have yet to talk about it. First of all, I hate moving. I don't know a single person who relishes in the fact that one needs to pack all their belongings, trash and treasures and haul it (U or otherwise) cross the street, cross town or cross country. 37 days ago when I put down my deposit I was ready to slowly pack and clean out my room/life to rid myself of the garbage that was holding me back. Then I woke up from my five minute power nap, did a billion other thins none of which included packing or even removing items from my room, hung out for a few weeks and woke up last Thursday with stuff still in the closet and all my clothes in organized piles. The movers were to arrive and I was nowhere near ready to move. By the grace of God my 5 foot 2 inch tall roommate was all about driving the 14 foot U-Haul to which I said "but you're so tiny" as she climbed up in that behemoth. And with some help from yours truly she parallel parked the thing. The movers arrived and we watched them pack the truck with a precision that could only be described as "OCD-ish" and after two hours we were on our way to Bay St. As we realized we needed to return the truck in 1 hour we got to hustlin' and literally ran up and down the stairs from the truck to our new pad throwing our belognings on the floor as we ran out to get more stuff. We somehow managed to unpack the truck and return it in under one hour. We were sweaty, we were tired but we were home. By Sunday afternoon I was totally unpacked and feeling more setteled.

My room still needs work, our family room has one modem, one wireless router and one couch but it's home for now. We just got a set of dishes from a friend of a friend who got divorced and no longer had the need for registry items such as plates, glasses, coffee mugs and a fruit bowl. His unfortunate circumstance is our housewarming gift. So if you want to come over and see the place let me know, there is a three year old living above us and if you time it right you can hear "Go Dog Go"

Need Slash Want

2010-05-18T13:09:00.000-07:00

As Dana says, why is "makes a square egg" in quotes, is that the slogan? If so, it's gold because I'm sold.

My four days without internet or TV

2010-05-15T07:21:00.000-07:00

Day 1: I’m not trying to be a martyr or anything. Don’t think I’ve turned to the darkside (darkside being people who hate the internet or find a television to be the devils work), I just don’t have it. We’re in the process of moving and while we like to think moving isn’t any sort of inconvenience but a chance to start anew, that’s a load of crap. Moving sucks. Not only do you have to look for a place to live but once you do and toss down a few hundred for a deposit you still have to do one million other things (literally) before you can even step foot into your new abode. And with that, I’m currently internet less. So tonight is night one without my beloved drug of the interwebs. To be honest, I’m not even sure what I do online. I check facebook but really not enough changes to make checking it more than a few times a day even worth it. I read blogs and the news, I watch videos and hulu, check the weather and bus times. I check personal and work email… oh lord. I have a co-dependent relationship with my Firefox. No good.

Day 2: I woke up this morning at the normal hour and went about my routine. Wash, rinse, repeat. My next step is usually to hop back in bed with a cup of coffee in hand and computer in lap. I do a few things at this point, one is chatting online with this dude in New York, reading the news and making sure nothing earth shattering happened on Facebook from the hours of midnight to 7am. It is after this point that I start to actually get ready for work. Blow dry & curl hair, makeup, pick out outfit, change outfit, go back to original outfit, ask roommate if outfit looks okay with shoes, change again, change back to original outfit, you know standard stuff. Without step two today (bed/coffee/news/ New Yorker) I was forced to jump to step three (outfit). I usually catch the bus anywhere from 8:10 to 8:20 depending on wardrobe changes. Today, I was at the bus stop at 7:20. I woke up at 6:45. Apparently without the distraction of sfgate.com I can get ready for my day in 35 minutes. That also included putting my clothes in the dryer and hanging out my unmentionables to dry. I got to work pre 8am. Oh and without the internet I had to walk to the bus stop and hope a bus was coming in a normal amount of time. So far, I can say the internet causes me to be late or run late.

Day 2: After work.
Luckily tonight I have book club (nope, didn’t read the book) so I will not have to entertain myself with petty things such as sitting in my room looking at the amount of stuff I need to pack. I ran to the store to get some goodies for BC. My friend was going to pick me up so I had about 15 minutes to kill before she got here. Three days ago when I had internet I would have played online until she got there. Today, I folded my laundry and put it away. I’m going to conclude that the invention of the internet has made my productivity level go down, way down. Hmm… it’s almost 10pm, I guess I will call it a night. Oh here is a tangent, I’ve been having the weirdest dreams lately. Like just odd. The other night, Justin Bieber needed a ride to his concert and clearly my mother was the person to do it. And last night I had a dream that I was yelling at my sister not giving me a comfortable thing to lay down on in the back of the car (‘cause I guess we always sleep in the back of the car?) and then I think we started to fight fight, as in fist a cuffs. Then at some point I was screaming everytime someone tried to talk to me… what?! Bizarrrrrrrre.

Day 3: After work I need to pick up the keys to my new apartment! Exciting. I then went to my new apparent (it’s not as awesome as I remember) to drop off the contents of my suitcase so that I would have an empty suitcase to pack the rest of my clothes in. My transition will be for another blog entirely. If we’ve met you know that I’m awful at change, I hate not being in control and moving from a house to an apartment is going to be an adjustment. Like I said, for another blog entirely. So now I’m back home waiting for Addie to come over. Addie is the type of person I can call when I have a panic attack and she will say “Um you’re weird. Let me grab some snacks, maybe a treat for you and I will be there in 10”. Which is exactly what happened this evening. By the time she came over (with Rolos) I was feeling better. I just needed a little vent sesh with my b fri. I’m now packed as much as I can be for the movers to come tomorrow at 10am to lift the heavy boxes. Lets hope tomorrow goes smooth. You know me and control.

Day 4:
Blur. Moving was a blur. At one point we realized we needed to return the truck and unloaded the entire thing in one hour. Oh and I found an open network to steal some sweet internet nectar. I'm so excited that this day is over and that I found the energy to make my bed in which I'm resting my head now. Tomorrow we get cable and internet so my expose on how one lives sans the 'net will be over. Turns out, you can live without it at home. Be warned you might actually get your errands ran and your chores done.

Peace out.

You know I'm a Dreamer

2010-05-10T13:28:00.000-07:00

Last night (or maybe this morning after I turned off my alarm instead of hitting snooze) I had a dream that my mom had to drive Justin Bieber to his concert in Stockton. Anyone wanna analyze this one for me? Anyone?

Some Things Will Never Change.

2010-05-05T11:30:00.000-07:00

And thank goodness for that. After four fun filled days of jury duty (be tee bubs: guilty), it's nice to know that things will pick up right where you left them. Things being lunch.

Day Two, kind of bored.

2010-05-03T13:00:00.000-07:00

Hey there party people! How is your Monday treating you? Mine is good, thanks for asking (even though technically you didn't).

I'm currently at the court house right eating my lunch in the windowless cave of the juror assembly room. Day two of officially being a juror is getting a little boring. I know! Friday I was the most excited person in the building and today I'm kind of understanding why this could be considered a drag. Sure, it's an education but it's also a lot of repeating the same story over and over and over. After this turtly awesome weekend (yes, as in turtles) being here on a Monday is kind of a downer.

Why was my weekend awesome, you ask (again, you didn't)? Because I was with my friends at the beach, laying in the sun, eating a bowl of guacamole, roller skating, singing Disney favorites, having the best heart to heart with Dominique, watching my nephew play a game that I produced and chillin' with the family by the pool. It was pretty great! Evidence below.

The Rural Juror

2010-04-30T10:14:00.000-07:00

Greetings from the Courthouse!

I'm waiting for our trial to start. So far we're 15 minutes behind and the clerk just told us it will be another 15 to 20 minutes. He appreciates our patience... like we had a choice? The good news is Erin starts her new J.O.B on Monday and will be across the street from department 622 were I'm currently holding court (literally & figuratively). I'm hoping we can meet up for lunch with the homeless in Civic Center!

The fact that everything has taken so long and that this case feels like it's been behind from the start I have my doubts about being done on time next week. I think we'll be lucky if we wrap things up by next Thursday. There is a guy who has a flight next Friday at 2:30 so for his sake hope this doesn't take long. Also, how did he not get an excuse is beyond me. One chick got off because she lived in the Marina I'm pretty sure.

Well I guess I will sign off for now. Love you all to pieces and please don't do anything stupid to land yourself in court.

Update!
I'm obsessed with jury duty!! This is so fun!!! I mean it's not all "You can't handle the truth" but honestly, it's pretty close. We're currently on our lunch break where I'm sitting in the juror assembly room, watching the news, surfing the net, eating some yummy food and chillin'! All I'm missing is my MTV Lunch Mob. As you know, I can't discuss the case but 90 days after a verdict is reached I can sell my story. You best believe I'm gonna do it! Devan, my PR agent, is ready to shop the story (once I can tell her what this case is about). And in the mean time, "I want the truth!".

Live Blogging from Jury Duty

2010-04-29T08:55:00.000-07:00

Oh sweet sweet internet! What would I do if you weren't offered at the court house? I tell you what I wouldn't be doing. I woudn't be IMing with Tara Clark or Miss Addie B. I wouldn't be working and answering emails. Most importantly I wouldn't be Live BLOGGING!

So first off, I've never been to the court house in SF ever. I didn't even know where it was located. I knew it was close to Gavin's office but that was about it. I had to actually pull out my jury summons with the map on it. But I found it.

Oh the guy is talking right now... brb.

9:05am - I'm back! We get to watch a fun video about what the jury process is all about! You guys there are four flat screen TVs hanging from the ceiling and all of us are watching the video on a TV sitting a rolling cart that isn't able to view from the seat I chose. Why this video isn't on the screens hanging from the ceiling that we can all see? Who knows. I'm sure there is a logical explication.

9:10am - The video is still on. I just learned that if you don't get selected "It's not personal". Good to know.

9:12am - Also, I can't investigate the crime on my own by going to the scene. Really? Then why am I here!? I love crime dramas, I'm pretty sure I could find some DNA that the police missed or maybe a leather glove.

9:19am - OMG. According to this video most jurors remain friends after the case! I'm looking around the room right now and I find that statement hard to believe. But you never know... oh credits rolling. Can't wait to see what's next.

9:24am - We get paid $15 a day after the first day. Yes, $15. That is only a beer and a half (or seven PBRs).

9:30am - If you park at 360 Grove St, you can get a voucher for a discount on parking. I took the bus because I wanted to be green and save the planet. I get nothing. Balls.

9:31am - Orientation is over! Now we wait for courtroom instructions but just as a reminder, this jury assembly room is ours to use for the day and they can keep us until 5pm. 5pm! What the hell would I do until 5pm? If I'm still live blogging at (ok so I'm apparently the only one typing and loudly at that and a lady just looked over at me. looks like we wont be friends after the trial. you're loss lady!) 5pm this could be a long day/blog. The guy next to me just walked in with a danish. It's times like these I wish I ate gluten.

9:35am - People are asking the poor guy who works here all sorts of questions that I'm sure he gets everyday. I feel bad for the guy. My favorite so far is " What do we do now?". His answer, "You wait".

9:42am - Looks like it's time to play Beat That Beat! Good thing I brought my headphones!

9:50am - This is usually around the time of day that I start thinking about lunch. Pathetic? Yeah, probs.

10:10am - We get a 10 minute break while we wait for our assignment. Perfect time to ... shit, i don't know. I have NOTHING to do.

10:35am - We got an assignment! I will keep you posted. I'm sure you're on the edge of your seat.

10:40am - DAMMIT! See you later!

12:30pm - We're on break. I had a good talk with my mother because I called her freaking out. Yeah I have control issues and this is something I can't control and it's bothering me. She said to stop worrying about it and take this as a learning experience. Thanks for the advice, Mom. I will take that into account. Objection sustained or some other legal jargon that I don't' know.

4:24pm - You're now looking at Juror #1! Sup!

IM of the Day

2010-04-22T10:38:00.000-07:00

Hugh Yuse's Used Used Car Lot

2010-04-21T21:48:00.000-07:00

Used Used Car Lot starring Paul F. Tompkins from The Midnight Show

For Sale!

2010-04-21T21:15:00.000-07:00

The Golden State Warriors are for sale! Who wants 'em?? They are hit or miss and lately miss. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE all Bay Area sports teams (even that Lacrosse team we had there for one hot minute) but you have to agree the only consistent is their inconsistency.

Thanks in large part to a man with a beard a few seasons back the Warriors got the push they needed to get a large part of their fan base back because they actually started winning and (gasp!) made it to the play-offs! So happy were we to support a winning team! But then the bearded guy left and the team struggled a bit and after a few years of injuries the team has another chance at change.

Some rich folk want to buy them! First off Larry Ellison, who's company already owns the name of the arena would like to purchase the team for a cool $400 million. Oh is that all!? What a steal. Some guy named Mark Mastrov, founder of 24-Hour Fitness, which is based in San Ramon (wait, really?) who apprently has Lance Armstrong, Shaq & Magic Johnson on speed dial is also interested. A group of Silicon Valley investors, who I picture sitting around a steam room discussing stocks and bonds is also in the hunt. And last but not least another Silicon Tech nerd who asked to remain nameless is looking to drop some Benjamin's for love and basketball

But what I want to know is how is this purchase going to effect me? The nosebleed seat sitting, $20 hot dog & beer buying, taking BART to the game so I don't have to pay for parking type of spectator. Do I care who buys the team? No, I really don't. Would I appreciate if my friend Kelsey got paid more for her work as a Warrior Girl under this new management? Yes, I would.

Mexcess

2010-04-20T19:48:00.000-07:00

Not long ago (last week), on a normal day in the office (Wednesday) around the lunch time hour (noonish) I had realized that I had eaten Mexican food for the past three meals. I had tacos for lunch on Tuesday and tacos for dinner later that night. For lunch on Wednesday I had Chipotle and around 1pm I asked Dana how many days souled I try to eat Mexican food in a row. Without skipping a beat she said seven.

Challenge? Accepted!

Wednesday for dinner I had the rest of my tacos from the previous nights dinner. Thursday for lunch was the one item combo at El Faro. Thursday dinner was bar nachos after kickball (so unbelievably necessary). Friday was kind of a hungover mess but I know I had Mexican for both meals and I can't for the life of me remember what that was... ugh I know. Saturday brunch was a Spanish omelet and dinner was tecate (and Sakai) and I ate black beans when I got home. Sunday was a Southwest Salad and chips and queso... duh. Monday was leftovers from Sunday and I didn't really eat dinner, but I had chips. Today I had a Chipotle Salad for lunch and the leftovers for dinner. Dear god, I've just told you all the meals I ate for a week.

So when I'm down on myself for not going to the gym or not doing something that I probably should be doing but instead sitting around playing Sushi Cat, I will think back to a time when I thought a dream was unachievable. When a small town girl set out on a quest of Hispanic proportions. When all the nay sayers said it couldn't be done, I will think about this one moment in time when I started and actually finished something even as lame as eating Mexican twice a day for seven days.

Happy Birthday Mom!

2010-04-06T07:03:00.001-07:00

Karen is another year older today (I started this on April 6). Have you met her? She is the best! And I'm not just saying that because she is my mother, most other people would agree. Let me tell you a little bit about Kar. She is the second oldest in her family of five, coming in at number two only after her twin sister was born a few minutes prior. And technically my moms birthday is on April 7 because she was born after midnight but they just put 11:59 on the birth certificate. Funny, huh? She met my dad at a gathering and asked her friend who that strapping young man was over yonder. She then later confessed to me that she married my dad because she wanted to have darker children. Too bad her Irish heritage overpowered that little bit of Mexican Don was harboring. If you've had the pleasure of meeting her you would most certainly agree how wonderful mamacita is. She is funny, outgoing, sometimes embarrassing (come on, you don't get the title of mom without a few embarrassing moments where your kids face turned beet red), loving, supportive and most important she raised four pretty great kids. And last week was her birthday.

Somewhere between her date of birth and now she taught me how to be the person I am today. Bad days or good Karen Mary is the one person I can always count on for a shoulder to cry on or bitch at or laugh with (even if she keeps her cell phone in her car and I can't easily get a hold of her... ). She will let me sleep on her in a plane and when I'm laying on the couch I can usually get some sort of foot massage. She is one of a kind, one in a million and one of the best moms in the entire world. And obviously, I'm her favorite.

I didn't forget Sally's Birthday.

2010-03-31T19:42:00.001-07:00

In fact, I bought her a really cute shirt from Anthropologie. I just know Sally would rather not get too much attention on her birthday. But since I was thinking about what I'm going to write about my mom for her birthday blog next week, I figured I can't leave out my favorite sister!

Sally Mills was born six years before me so you can imagine what happened when my parents brought me home. After spending her first years as the only girl and the baby of the family, my arrival wasn't unwelcome but I'm sure she wasn't happy about it. First, she told her friends my name was Amy. So you know, she wished I was someone else.

But even after she would get mad that I was always around (carpool, birthday parties, shopping trips etc) we would usually lay in our room before falling asleep singing the songs of "Annie" or our favorite made for TV movie "Rags To Riches" (Never heard of it? Trust me, it's a gem!). And once after my 16th bathroom stop from Utah to California (Sally was none too happy about the frequent stops, she called me a leaky faucet) she gave me a makeover in our Chrysler mini-van. There is photo evidence somewhere. And when I was a geeky freshman in high school, she called my substitute dance teacher (just so happened to be her best friends mom) and told her she was taking me to get a haircut. So when I walked into class I was told not to put on my best Lycra dance pants because I was off to the beauty parlor (which she probably paid for).

Speaking of paying, did I mention she forked over the dough for most of my trip to Hawaii when she knew I was saving up to move out of D&K's? I have yet to pay her back and most likely payment will come in the form of a song on the guitar the she helped buy for my 21st birthday... omg, I'm the worst sister. But Sally, she is a really good sister. For all of the reasons above and much much more... like most memorable, when I didn't get a job I had applied for a few years ago she let me cry, bought me ice cream and said the other chick that got the job was probably fat. See folks, it's the little things.

Happy Birthday Bro!

2010-03-28T09:27:00.001-07:00

As the baby of the family, I was raised by two parents and three siblings. Mostly, by my brother Matt. Since Sally didn't like me (we've talk about it, she admits it... hell I would hate me too! We shared a room until she was 14 years old) and Cazzie didn't really know I existed (we've talked about that too, and he admitted it. We just didn't have anything in common from '82 to '01), Matt took on the roll of big brother with gusto.

My parents could leave him in charge of me and I usually didn't cry or put up a fight, as I did with most other babysitters. He would let me sit on his lap and tell me that his braces would electrocute me so I would slowly reach out my finger to touch them and when I got close he would say 'ZZZZZZZ', as I laughed and reach out again. When he got his drivers license and I was in kindergarten he would pretend that he lost control of his arms and would tell me I needed to drive. I would grab the steering wheel and navigate us down the street but his knees never left the steering wheel and the only one that didn't realize we were in any danger was me and I loved it (yes, mom and dad... that happened). When he went away to college I wrote him a letter asking him to come back because Cazzie and Sally weren't nice. He took me on a date to see "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" and when in college he was asked to see the movie "Babe" for a class assignment he took me along for the ride, too. And when he was 25 and I was a freshman in high school I had a conversation with him about when he was going to FINALLY pop the question to Patti since in my 15 year old eyes 25 was way to old to not be married... eeks.

He and Patti did get hitched and now they have two kids and a dog and he is celebrating his birthday today. He is the best older brother anyone could ever ask for. So happy birthday big bro! Thanks for taking me to the movies, letting me drive your brand new car the day I got my licences, teaching my how to quote, telling me that saying E=MC2 would make me sound smart when I was five, covering most of the costs of mom and dads Christmas presents when I was in college and couldn't afford it, buying me my first discman, and for keeping that letter I wrote to you.

I Love Flow Charts

2010-03-26T09:51:00.000-07:00

My favorite song in the entire world is "Total Eclipse of the Heart" so the fact that I didn't come up with this flow chart is bothersome. But the fact that someone did come up with this flow chart is awesome. Just take a minute and let it soak in folks. Also, for your viewing pleasure the literal version of "Total Eclipse of the Heart". Happy Friday.

Come Hell or KCA.. I'm going to SXSW next year!

2010-03-23T21:05:00.000-07:00

My sister-in-law's brother and I made plans about going to SXSW at the May 15 nuptuals of our siblings. It was set in stone. Cut to a few months ago and Patrick sends me an email

"You still in for SXSW?" Hell to the yeah... oh wait? Turns out the week of SXSW was the same week as the due date for everything at work. Booo! No biggie, I thought! There will always be next year! I mean, my pregnant sister-in-law will no longer be the automatic dd, what with not being pregnant but we can cab it...

Then I get this text message.

"Bob Shneider is a car behind me. Such a hot mess. Thinking of you". Ok, kind of jealous. I am the proud owner of Bob Shneider beer koozies so seeing him the car behind me would be a dream.

Then the facebook updates started:

Even Lillee have relaxing with a cold brew.

And then the nail in the coffin! Cousin Sara is taking shots with Mischa Barton. You guys, I don't even like Mischa but given the opportunity to take a shot with her I would (and then ask if she thought her career would be better after she was killed off The OC, obvi)

So next year, come hell or high water or whatever else might happen, I'm going to SXSW to update my facebook status and make friends and family jealous. Patrick, what do you say about round 2... do you think Mischa is still available for shots?

Update IM from Patrick!

Patrick: did you also hear that i met todd from wedding crashers?

kier odonnel?

he was at jeff burns party, (ed note: Jeff is my brothers friend, why he was at that party I may never know but I need to get to Austin, stat!!) basically that same person as his character

"let's play tummy-sticks"

Does this mean I can register for the KitchenAid Mixer?

2010-03-23T20:47:00.000-07:00

The other day we had a n00b start and while everyone was standing around my desk asking the inevitable lunchtime question of "Where are we going for lunch?", Jerry decided to introduce me and Kurt*. Convo went a little something like this...

Jerry: Hey Kurt, have you met Megan yet?
Kurt: Nope!
Jerry: This is Megan. My work wife.

Well color me surprised! I had no idea we had labeled our relationship! Had I know I would have introduced him as my work husband when my mom was in the office a month back. She has been asking when I'm going to meet someone and little did I know I already had.

But really the question I have is can we register? I mean, I feel like people register for anything these days. My bff Jill registered for our high school graduation and this was before you could register for things other than weddings and babies so according to Bed, Bath and Beyond she got married June 19, 2001. See I've had my eye on the KitchenAid Mixer in yellow for years now and while I don't bake often I think it would make a great addition to my kitchen. So if you're looking for a "Congrats on having a work husband!" you can get it here.

*His name isn't Kurt.

All done.

2010-03-12T20:01:00.000-08:00

The past three months have been the most awesome/busiest/ tear inducing 90 days of my life. I took on roles others left behind and was happy to do it. Before I even realized what I had got myself into I was checking email at home when I woke up, getting to work early and leaving late. I can't tell you the last time I went to lunch two days in a row. I'm not even sure how I completed all my tasks and I'm pretty sure I missed a few.

But this last week, the conference I was coordinating for the office ended, the person I was covering for started, the game I was producing launched and the party I was planning was a success (under budget!). I waited months for all of these things to end. "I can't wait for GDC to be over!" was part of my daily mantra and "Ugh! I can't wait until the new EA starts!!!" was how I ended most conversations as I ran out of one meeting and onto the next. Then all of a sudden, it's done. The running around the office. The early mornings, the late nights. Done. I'm starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel and I don't feel like I'm drowning but it still doesn't feel right. The relationship I had for three months with work is over. Nine to ten hours a day at my desk and another three hours before and after just thinking about everything I had to do and now I'm no longer dating my job. I feel like I just got dumped. Yeah I couldn't wait for it to be over but now that it is, I want it back! I want that feeling of purpose and being needed. I want for everyone in the office to ask me to do everything so I feel secure in their needing me.

Then something happened this weekend. I remembered what it was like to have a life. I hung out with my friends and slept in. My room is clean and I finally got to see what my bed looks when made. I have food in my cupboard and non expired yogurts are sitting on my shelf in the fridge. My job was selfish and I forgot what it was like to be me. But that is over now. Back to actually playing games at work...

Don't worry, I'm not playing Who Will Save Your Soul....

2010-03-02T06:55:00.001-08:00

Did I tell you I'm playing a show? I am. My first. EVER. I'm half terrified and half could care less. I think both are defense mechanisms. Not only do I never sing in front of people unless their last name starts with Rome but if I do happen to find myself singing, its after a few beers, with a guitar and in somebody's living room (evidence above). Again, half terrified, half could care less.

No matter what, tomorrow will come and I will find myself on a stage in a dim lit bar trying to act cool, when in fact I will probably be shaking like a leaf. And if past experiences are any indication I will blackout for a good 15 to 20 minutes (or as long as my set) and be all like "What just happened?" after I'm safely chugging beers from the comfort of the bar.

So if you're around tomorrow night and find yourself on Polk St. stop on by. It's $10 to get in because if I'm going to play you better believe you're going to have to pay... J/K. It's a benefit show, money goes to charity. My voice might crack and I may not even be able to utter any words, chances are I will forget all the words but I will be there with my friend Ben, singing away. And if I look like I'm about to throw up, don't worry I never follow through on that sort of act.

The game is afoot.

2010-02-21T22:15:00.000-08:00

A few weeks ago I got into work to find a dirty coffee cup on my desk. Ain't no thang... my desk is on the way to the kitchen and I assumed someone got side tracked and left it there. Well then it happened again. Now I was starting to think something was up. I didn't say anything to anyone and just went about my business in the hopes that dirty coffee cups (besides my own) wouldn't become common. At some point before lunch one day a co-worker said he was checking in on my blog to see what my next prank was going to be and was surprised to see that I hadn't done anything. Conversation went something like this...

Cory: Hey, what prank have you pulled on Jerry?
Me: Since the crayons? Nothing.
Cory: Wait, so you're not leaving dirty dishes on his desk?
Me: SAY WHAT? Someone is leaving dishes on MY desk?
Cory: Duh! It's Jerry, because he thinks you're leaving dishes on his desk.
Me: Uh oh! We need to get to the bottom on this.

So Jerry and I talked, turns out he assumed I was leaving the coffee cup on his desk which is not the case. I like to think my pranks require less clean up. He didn't believe me, of course. But eventually he realized it wasn't me. So who is this mystery person playing jokes on Jerry and in turn me? We have no idea but I've already created a spread sheet complete with most people in the office's coffee habits so I can determine who it isn't. For example under Heathers name I have "having a baby" as in she isn't in the office. Or Sara is "tea drinker" and Brian is "coffee with cream". I've also started to dedicate a few hours a day to "sleuthing". I've discussed with my boss, he is cool with it. I will keep you posted as I'm sure you're on the edge of your seat. Stay Tuned....

Jerry's Haircut Countdown

2010-02-15T21:44:00.000-08:00

Jerry is getting a haircut. What you don't know is that everyday he asks how his hair looks. More specifically, he asks if his hair looks '70's. Usually it does. I can't explain what '70's hair looks like but whatever Jer does, he gets it right. But this week he will be getting his hair did. Yep. I spent time making this.

Can you tell me how to get...

2010-02-05T09:04:00.000-08:00

How to get to Sesame Street? I guess it's somewhere in Manhattan.

Is it just me, or does Bert look terrified? And I hate to say it, because I know he eats his feelings, but Cookie Monster looks like he has gained some weight. I'm just sayin' maybe try a carrot or some cabbage every now and then.

Reason #27 I miss living with Kelsey.

2010-01-27T14:22:00.001-08:00

Me: OMG there is the cutest baby in the office right now!! I want one!
Kelsey: you're like a bug going toward a light right now.
you don't want a baby

they have to be fed. and burped. and changed.

training doesn't come easy.

you can never leave it

you cant crate it

me: I want it

Kelsey: no. you don't.

im making your mind up for you.

When I lived with Kelsey I had better judgment.

iPad? iReally?

2010-01-27T11:41:00.000-08:00

Apple launched their electronic tablet today. They are straying from their usual nomenclature and calling it the iPad. Well really not straying at all, it's all about marking a term with that lower case "i", I get it. But I have a question: Was iTablet or iTab taken? How many woman were on that naming team? Why such a question, well...

Quote of the day from my bestie, Erin "I wonder if the iPad comes in both light and super absorbency." I wonder too, E-Bear.

So if you want a giant iTouch with WiFi + 3G and 64GB get ready to shell out $829...

And does Steve Jobs only have one pair of jeans and mock turtleneck? I mean, if it ain't broke don't fix it but come on, a little more variety would be nice.

Please reserve the front rows for persons with disabilities

2010-01-26T08:49:00.000-08:00

I love public transportation, especially the bus. Say what you will, San Franciscians, but after four years of commuting to Fremont from Danville and than SF a 20 minute packed bus ride is better then 2 hours in traffic. Trust me on this one.

So what is it with these people who don't follow bus ediquet! Last I checked we all paid the same amount for our bus pass and should all be allowed the right to ride the bus in a safe and comfortable manner.... so guy who stops by the back door and stands there and forces everyone to walk around them to move to the back, you're awful. And, guy/girl who sits in the center of the back bench so that no one can sit on either side of them even though there are two empty seats, you need to learn to share. Don't worry, I'm not forgetting about you, Mr. My bag needs a seat. Oh and seven bags from Lohmans Lady, really? Take a cab, you and your designer dubs for less don't fit!

Aight, I'm good.

Internet in Space!

2010-01-22T09:42:00.000-08:00

Houston, we have WiFi!

Astronauts now get the pleasure of emailing loved ones from space and watching amazing videos such as this! Who said that looking out the window of a spaceship into outer-space is better than Keyboard Cat or David After Dentist? Actual space is not as cool as Cyberspace, let's face it. If given the option of watching videos of the hit TV show Glee or hopping in a rocket and lifting off into an unknown world, I'm going to choose Glee videos, obvi.

But seriously, internet in space is pretty sweet. They can surf the web "whenever there is a solid high-speed communication link", so lets hope it's not AT&T or else they will never meet an 8-year old gay boy named Shannon and his planet full of Unicorns, heyyy!

When do you know your hair is too long?

2010-01-19T12:18:00.001-08:00

When you toss something in the trash can next to a recently lit candle and dip a good three inches of your hair in the cooling wax. It happened. Can't even imagine about how this story would be told if the candle was still lit.

About time.

2010-01-15T14:44:00.000-08:00

Two days ago I replaced all of my co-workers pens with crayons and he JUST noticed. Better late than never but still, 2 days? Me thinks the dude never uses pens.

Have you met my puppy?

2010-01-13T20:35:00.000-08:00

This is Riley. He is an Alaskan Klee Kai. He is five months old and I'm in love.

Private Practice

2010-01-13T09:55:00.000-08:00

My medical records might have been stolen and now everyone knows that I got mono in 2007.... shit.

Medical records for about 15,500 Northern California Kaiser patients - about 9,000 of them in the Bay Area - were compromised after thieves stole an external drive from a Kaiser employee's car last month, Kaiser officials said Tuesday.

Kaiser officials said the electronic device contained patients' names, medical record numbers and possibly ages, genders, telephone numbers, addresses and general information related to their care and treatment.

The employee, who Kaiser would not identify, has been fired.

I want them to call me OMGma

2009-12-30T16:37:00.000-08:00

The sea monkeys have procreated, which officially makes me a grandmother. My babies have babies, it's the craziest thing! I can't even believe it. It feels like just yesterday we realized they were preggers, but that is because it was.

Life moves pretty fast, so take the time to tell the ones you love because before you know it, you will be a 27 year old grandma.

The Prankster Strikes

2009-12-30T09:21:00.000-08:00

It's now a thing. Jerry and I are in a Prank War. Well not really war, more of a Prank Confrontation. We do annoying things to one and other and LOL back at our desks. The latest is by far the least Prank-ish thing a man could do. This 8 1/2 X 10 photo was taped to my cubicle wall.

Ouch Jer, you really got me.

I was in mid conversation with someone who all of a sudden realized this angelic face was looking back at them and completely lost their train of thought. Get 'em Jerry!

Made with Quality from Ikea

2009-12-29T10:50:00.000-08:00

City living can be summed up in few words, one of them is space. As in most people don't have much, me included. I make the most of my "space", however you can't have something where it doesn't exist. According to my mom, whose Grandparents lived in a house just like mine, the room I lay my head used to be a parlor. I have floor to ceiling wood doors that lead into the family room, blessing and a curse. But the architectural beauty of the doors means I don't have a legitimate closet. After moving to this room over six months ago, I finally bought a wardrobe! From Ikea...

Upon opening box number two and holding the gallon sized Ziplock bag of nuts 'n' bolts I started to walk away from the task at hand when I recalled an article I had just read. It said that most people put off starting projects because they don't "feel" like doing it. But really, we will never fully "feel" like doing a task that is so huge it had 39 screws and 57 nails, so just start it. I threw caution to the wind and started. After about an hour and zero tears, Erin came over to help. Thank god she did because two minutes into her being at my house I realized I put something on backwards and instead of stopping, eating my feelings and watching Jeopardy!, we took it apart and fixed it. It wasn't even a set back! We took a breather to eat over priced food in the dark at The Grove, but then it was right back to business after a much needed break.

The finished product isn't perfect nor is my room even close to being to my liking. But it's getting there. And at the rate I'm going I will be done just in time to celebrate Independence Day!

Merry Happy

2009-12-24T14:09:00.000-08:00

I just went to Target. Yeah, on Christmas Eve. If the parking lot was any indication of the type of shopping experience I was about to have I was ready to start crying in the middle of the toy section while rocking back and forth waiting for someone to save me. Turns out, Target was pretty empty. But last minute shoppers are the get in, get out types of people. My kind of people.

As I walked to the store from about a mile away I had time to think about what the meaning of Christmas is. Is it about family and Jesus, friends and food? Sure. Is it about presents and shopping, you betcha! Christmas isn't one thing or another. The meaning of Christmas is whatever makes it special to you. Whether it's watching "National Lampoons Christmas Vacation" or going to church, opening presents or having family over for dinner. The reason for the season is whatever makes you happy. There is no right answer to the question of what Christmas is about.

So when I made my way into Target I realized I couldn't be pissed about the crowds because last minute shopping on Christmas Eve is just as much a tradition as singing "Away in a Manger", it's just the way I roll.

Merry Christmas! From me and the kitty!

Help Wanted

2009-12-22T09:16:00.001-08:00

I have a co-worker who scares me everyday. I'm usually walking down the hallway back to my desk and he sneaks up behind me and says "Boo!". I know it sounds lame but it gets me every time. Mostly because he is stealth and I don't hear him at all.

I need help in getting him back when he least expects it. One time he moved my mouse and a few other things from the right side of my desk to the left. So when he left his desk I moved EVERYTHING from the right to the left and the left to the right. I'm confident I can pull off a "one up" on him. The thing is, I've got nothing. Absolutely nothing.

I know there are the standard office pranks but I need something good, something that will scare the literal shit out of him. Again, I got nothing.

Any assistance at this point would be much appreciated.

Thank you!

And my buns, they don't feel nothin' like steel.

2009-12-21T09:31:00.000-08:00

You've seen it on TV, you've read it on the gossip blogs (wait this isn't the first place you come for gossip... rude) and you have had time to reflect and let it sink it.

First off, Clueless is by far my favorite movie of all time. Say what you will about this teen rom/com but you have all quoted a line or two (my plastic surgeon doesn't want me doing any activity where balls fly at my nose) and once you start you just can't stop (Well, I remember Mel Gibson accurately, and he didn't say that. That Polonius guy did). So when I got an early morning text from Erin informing me that Brittney Murphy passed away (Tai? Why would I like Tai?) I started to remember why I loved that girl (She could be a farmer in those clothes).

She was the misfit in the gang of well to do kids at Bronson Alcott High (You guys talk like grown ups. Oh this is a really good school). She was the awkward girl who everyone could relate to (Rolling with the homies!) and she transformed from a small town girl (No shit, you guys got coke here?) to one of the crew (Have you ever done it in water?). As much as I loved Cher (A watch doesn't really go with this outfit, Daddy) and wanted to be as tough as Dee (Well at least I didn't skin a collie to make my back pack) or as self obsessed as Amber (Was I the only one listening? I thought that reeked.) or as cool as Murry (Most of the feminine pronouns do have mocking, but not necessarily in misogynistic undertones.), Tai has always been my favorite. I don't believe anyone could have played that character as well as Brittney Murphy. To me she will always be Tai, that girl who gave the boys a toothache (It's an expression. It means he thinks you're sweet.)

Lucy.

2009-12-18T09:59:00.001-08:00

My roommate is famous. Lucia is the beautiful lady on the right hand side of the shirtless Santa. It's moments like this in which I realize I have never been more proud to call this woman my friend. Sup Girl!

This week in gaming....

2009-12-18T09:03:00.000-08:00

Bubble Spinner for the iPhone! Here at AG HQ we have been anticipating the launch of this game for some time now. Why? Because it's awesome. See.

If you have an iPhone or iPod Touch I would recommend shelling out the .99 cents to get this gem. In related news Bubble Spinner 2 has hit the interwebs. It's just as addicting as Bubble Spinner only more bubbly* (*not really more bubbly since I'm not even sure what that means).

Hey Luke Wilson...

2009-12-16T12:09:00.000-08:00

Pacifica has not had AT&T service for five days. In this day and age no cell service is like living in cabin in the woods and not talking to anyone except yourself and the bears. So my question is to Luke Wilson.

Luke, did you get a postcards from anyone in Pacifica? Are they pissed?

Just don't call it a li-barry.

2009-12-15T14:42:00.000-08:00

I can't decide if it's the season (Christmas), the fact that I can't feel my feet (really cold) or that I have OD'ed on York Peppermint Patties (yikes), but this story today in SFGate.com almost made me cry because I think it's so cute!

A man came across an old book his mother should have returned to the Library May 10, 1910. He figured, better late then never so he returned it! They didn't charge him the penny a day they should have, or $361.35 since they will be putting it on display as one of their oldest books.

I'm gonna blame it on the peppermint patties, since now I feel slightly ill and maybe I was thinking the stomach pains were feelings.

Kids these days...

2009-12-14T17:14:00.000-08:00

The Sea Monkey's have hatched and since their life expectancy isn't that long, I'm pretty sure we have teenagers. They never listen. I feel like I'm talking to a bunch of cryogenically frozen creatures or something.

According to the directions we are to add a "boost", which I just leaned from the fact checker of all facts, Wikipedia that "The "boost" packages mainly contains salts, which induce increased sexual activity in artemia*"

Great! Not only do I have about 15 teenagers, but I have sexually active teenagers. I wonder if Teen Mom is casting, it's really only a matter of time.

*a type of brine shrimp.

This is how I get in the mood

2009-12-14T13:32:00.000-08:00

Followed by this...

and then back to these guys.

Repeat. Enjoy.

Just Say No!

2009-12-02T11:08:00.001-08:00

But I can't. They are made with crack or something equally addicting (nicotine?). It's my own damn fault since I got them for Dana for her birthday. She sits a rolling chair push away from me and I often visit the babies and those little cream wafers look me in the face and dare me not to eat them. I can't let them win, so I eat them.

Now you tell me, is it weirder that I call the Sea Monkey's babies or that I think cream wafers talk to me? You be the judge.

It's a boy and probably a few girls...

2009-12-01T12:27:00.001-08:00

We're pregnant!

Yesterday I got Co-Worker Dana Sea Monkey's for her birthday (Walgreens pulls out all the stops for gifts people want/need) and after 24 hours of water purification, or as the directions put it, picture of a sun, picture of a moon, picture of a rising sun, the eggs have been poured into the water. Let's not talk about the logistics on how these eggs sit in a pouch for god knows how long on a dusty store shelf and then become The Who's of the sea. It just happens, science can't explain it but Jesus probably can. And as the sun diagram shows they need to be fed in five moons.

I have already talked to them so they know my voice and Dana is going to play them some classical music or a baby Einstein so they will be smart. I will not have my Sea Monkeys be stupid although with the amount that will hopefully produce from the egg packet we are bound to have one Arnie Grape.

I will keep you posted on our bundles of joy and no gifts please! Healthy brine shrimp are all the presents we need.

Did you miss me?

2009-12-01T10:52:00.000-08:00

I apologize for my absence. My real job has been busy (Exibit A, B , C & D) and all creativity has flown out the window with the last of the warm weather here in San Francisco. My November calendar was pretty packed and December looks to be just as busy. Can't complain since being busy for me revolves around birthday parties and potlucks.

Anyhoo... I was reading the ol' paper* yesterday and came across a wonderful story about an Executive Assistant that really takes her job to the next level. I'm sure her boss is very pleased with her due diligence and initiative and all those other words you say in a job interview.

A South Florida woman has been charged with calling in a bomb threat to keep her boss from missing a flight. An arrest report said a 31-year-old woman was charged Thursday with making a false report of planting a bomb. Miami International Airport officials received a call and an e-mail Wednesday claiming that a bomb was on an American Airlines plane. Police searched the specified aircraft but didn't find a bomb.

Investigators tracked the e-mail to the woman's computer.

During questioning, the woman reportedly told police that her boss had been booked on the flight to Honduras, but she had caused him to be late for the flight. She thought the bomb threat would give her boss time to make it.

The woman was being held on $7,500 bail.

I'm an EA so I totally see where she might be coming from (Ed. Note: Not at all) but when one of my executives missed a flight, you know what I did? I booked him on another one. The thought of "call in a bomb threat" never even came close to mind. But maybe I need to start thinking more outside the box.

*internet

27 years ago today my mom was taking my brothers to get a haircut...

2009-11-16T13:01:00.000-08:00

Tomorrow I turn 27. I was supposed to be somewhere else in life according to my seven, ten and fifteen year old self. All of these places were pretty specific and not at all where I currently reside. I was supposed to be an actress, country singer, backup singer, mother, writer, teacher, florist, chef, dancer, advertising agent, screenwriter, interior decorator, artist. I can't tell you what happened in life to move my path so completely off track from what I wanted and thought it would be. Maybe it was my laziness and indecision. Maybe it was me following the wrong footsteps. Or maybe it was me making my own decisions, right and wrong, learning from others and forging my own way.

I can tell you that at ten years old I never thought I would work for MTV, live in San Francisco and have the most amazing friends and family or as I call them The Coolest People I have been lucky to know. I'm not the person I thought I would be, I'm better.

Cheers to 27! If this year is half as great as 1982-today have been it will be one for the record books.

I'm not sure how these men were ever single...

2009-11-10T08:26:00.000-08:00

Hey Single Ladies! Lucky you!! 1984 called in with a fantastic Video Dating Montage. If you see any potential suitors don't delay! The good ones will be swooped up in a flash.

http://www.dailymotion.com/relevance/search/dating+montage/video/xaf03z_dating-montage_creation

Creepy.

2009-10-27T09:00:00.000-07:00

Facebook keeps up your social networking site if you die. And that is the exact reason Erin has informed me of where to find her passwords to her social networking site (I don't think you're networking socially if you're no longer with us by the way) should she pass on before I do. I will be deleting all of it.

Her main concern is for the creepy wall posts that say "I thought of you today" and "I miss you". These are all fine things to say/think when you lose a loved one, however I don't think a social networking site is the place in which to do it. I'm not gonna front, I still talk out loud to my godmother every once in a while (she was a nun so Heaven is kind of her dream vacation) because I like to think she can hear me and if I see the clock strike 11:11 I tell my grandma "hello". These are just little things that I do for myself not for anyone else to see or know about. Except now you know the 11:11 thing but that really isn't a secret since my whole family does it.

So really I think the lesson we have learned here today folks is share your passwords with a friend so they can delete your social sites, they would have wanted it that way.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ERIN!

2009-10-15T13:20:00.000-07:00

As a lost sophomore at Chico State I was lucky to re-meet Erin Ann Walsh (we knew each other but could have cared less about actually hanging out... rude?). She asked if I wanted to go to the New Found Glory concert at the Brickworks ('member that place?). I was so happy about meeting a new friend that wanted to invite me to fun activities that I called my mom. I'm not even kidding, I called her and told her that I made a new friend. I should also let you know that moving into a two-bedroom apartment off campus was a hard transition for me. But then Erin came along. We learned we were one in the same with our ability to quote 'Full House' episodes and our love of all things Alex Trebek. Oh and we both wanted to see New Found Glory LIVE at the Brickworks, which we did.

Little Miss Walsh came into my life at the exact right moment when I needed someone to confide in, quote with, laugh with and someone to call my best friend. Between now and then we have had a bevy of memories which have caused great pain from so much laughter and even typing this I'm LOLing about the moments we have shared that have made my life all that much better.

Happy Birthday NBF, may your special day be filled with loves, hugs and rainbows.

What's your flavor?

2009-10-13T11:02:00.000-07:00

With a 9am video conference (yes, folks it's as awkward as it sounds), the storm of the century and a night at the theater getting to work this morning well dressed (for the theater, not the vid conf) was a struggle. That was until Miss Kristal walked into the office with a pretty red velvet cupcake to ring in the first ran of the season. After scarfing the cupcake down like a proper lady I sent along the most cherished of thank you tokens, an email. To which she replied...

"My pleasure!!!

I remembered your favorite cupcake flavor was cupcake and figured you'd like it!"

And like it I did Kristal, thank you.

27 Dresses.

2009-10-05T15:49:00.000-07:00

Saturday night in between coughing and adjusting to the metal frame sticking into my back from the pullout couch my sister and I were sharing at the Embassy (that's Embassy Suites, folks. It's a favorite hotel destination for the Romero brood, what with the free "Managers Reception" and weekend breakfast buffet), I had a dream that I was late to Danae's wedding (which took place two weeks ago). And when I finally showed up late, after looking hours for my tights which weren't even included in the bridesmaid get up, I was wearing the bridesmaid dress for Meguire's wedding.

My mom interprets this to mean that I'm a little overwhelmed. I tend to agree.

Sorry Petra.

2009-10-02T10:49:00.001-07:00

Sorry Pet, I didn't realize it was Quiz day... whatever the hell that means.

Bon Iver. I Bon Love You.

2009-09-29T09:09:00.000-07:00

Last week my roommate told me about Bon Iver, but I was busy psyching myself up to wear spandex in public to follow up her suggestion. Then LaBusa says she is going to a Bon Iver sunrise concert in LA and just yesterday a friend had a link to Bon Iver at The Fillmore. Three people I know and respect had talked of Bon Iver in the past week so I decided to take a listen. Obsessed.

If you don't want to purchase his entire catalog I would suggest "Skinny Love", "Blood Bank" & "Flume" but seriously just get his entire catalog. I can't decide if I wanted to cry this morning on the bus because the music is so beautiful or because I'm reading The Time Travelers Wife. Honestly, it's a bit of both... have you read The Time Travelers Wife? I don't know how to describe it but it's the type of love you don't want but wish you had because to love this man is so hard and yet the only way of life. Getting a little teary thinking about it but that could also be because I'm listening to Bon Iver, vicious circle.

More like Endangered Adorable!

2009-09-28T10:24:00.001-07:00

I want this thing. Badly. It's a little old man baby monkey. Before you know it, I will be on "My Baby Monkey". Also, correct me if I'm wrong but is ET over here stretching in that picture? How cute/weird is this thing and how much do you want one of your very own!?

Update: Dana said she would get this for me if I got her three hedgehogs and not of the Sonic variety. Anyone know where I can get three hedgehogs?

That's What She Said

2009-09-25T14:08:00.000-07:00

Every Thursday I rush out of the office to play a rousing game of kickball or more importantly, flip cup. Last night was costume contest night and in proper That's What She Said fashion we stepped it up a notch.

We are about to leave the comfort of Brian's house and I think we are all a little apprehensive.

Cap'n leading the pact to the field.

Some tourists took our picture, really. They are going to tell all their friends how crazy San Francisco is.

Pre-game shotgun circle

He is cooking at 1/15 mile an hour

3D pyramid

Public transportation is the best!

Yep.

We take this flip cup serious.

See!

And Human Bowling tops off the evening of fine family fun.

These are the most awesome people I have ever had the pleasure of meeting and the fact that each and every one of them embraced the spandex suit is nothing short of amazing. Oh and we made the Final Four in Flip Cup. Thursday Night: Success.

Ouch.

2009-09-24T09:13:00.000-07:00

A woman gave birth to the largest baby at a hefty 19.2 lbs. Thank the good Lord that modern medicine has epidurals and c-sections 'cause I imagine this wasn't pretty.

To show how big this bundle of joy is the doctors placed the screaming infant next to a kid who is clearly counting his blessings.

Dear Big Baby, I know man. I know.