It's all about me...

It's better to be pissed off than pissed on.

Monday, March 28, 2005

The End of Lent

Well, my high hopes of deserting desserts has led me to this point: I failed. Miserably. Not only did I not give up the sweets, I overindulged in them. And I can't even say my religious devotion to the gym saved me. Because I was a sinner in that department, too. My only success was not having sodas for the entire 40+ days. Yesterday signaled the end of the Easter season (and the purpose of starting this blog) so this morning I weighed myself, clothed and with wet hair, on the home scale and was greeted with 170 on the screen. That, along with the sheer snugness of my size 10s, have brought me to the realization that I must diet. I must foresake the alcohol and sugary sweets at least during the week and cut my meal portions drastically. There's no way I can give anything up completely... it's simply not in my nature. But showing up for my 10-year reunion in the shape I'm in now would be unacceptable. I have until August 6th. Wish me luck.

Saturday, March 26, 2005

I Only Got One Job, Mon!

For the majority of my grown life I have worked no less than 2 jobs at a time. Not a heroic feat by any means as for many that is simply a form of survival. But for me, it was something to keep me busy. After all, idle hands are the devil's workshop. Or so I hear. But it also meant missing out on the finer things in life... late nights, drunken orgies... that sort of thing. Well probably not to that extent but you catch my drift. Well recently I whittled it down to only 1 job and yesterday was the first time in my life where I actually stopped and asked myself what the hell I've been doing since the ripe young age of 12? I've babysat since then and since my first real job at 17 I'd been pulling double-duty. I finally retired last year after 15 glorious years as a babysitter. You'd think after all my jobs, I'd have a healthy little nest egg or the finest things in life but that simply isn't so. But back to yesterday. The sun was shining and my good friend Miss Kitty and I went to the harbor for some delicious seafood and brewskies. We saw a seal (a.k.a. sea dog) frolicking in the gorgeous waters and we both went home with sunburns. And if I'd been working, I would've missed that brief moment of bliss on a sunny Friday afternoon. There's something to be said for a life of leisure.

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Crime Log: 805

This morning I walked out to my car to be met by the shock of seeing my car without her license plates or my beloved Dodger's license plate ring. I had been robbed in the night. And it's not just the plates or the ring. It's sentimental value. My brother and his girlfriend bought me personalized plates that read "RANDISBUG" for Christmas and my dad bought me the ring for my birthday. These were gifts. And not only that, they were what set my beloved bug apart from the rest of them. So not only was she a victim of identity theft, but I had to file a police report and have to forever surrender the privilege of my vanity plates. Then, to add insult to injury, I'm going to have to go the the DMV tomorrow, wait FOREVER and have to pay $16 of my hard earned cash to replace my plates that technically should still be on my car. So thanks to some prankster who more than likely just wanted my registration tags, I have lost not only physical items but my time as well. You gotta wonder what some people are thinking.

Tuesday, March 22, 2005

Smoking & Guns

For the life of me I can't figure out why people are practically killing themselves to ban cigarettes yet people are shooting eachother daily and you don't hear a single thing about trying to control the gun problem. Right to bear arms my ass. How does a fifteen-year old go on a shooting spree? When I was that age all I wanted to do was make out with a cute boy and maybe go to a movie. Just this weekend an acquaintance of mine had a gun pulled on him because he left a mess in his friend's room. What is the value of a human life? How does someone think they are so important that they can steal someone else's breath and soul? Over what? Because they were teased at school? Because they didn't get their way? Give me a break. Where the hell are the parents in all of this? All I can say is I would rather smoke myself senseless than have a bullet cut my life short.

Thursday, March 17, 2005

Happy St. Paddy's Day!

After a week of sunshine the skies are back to that all too familiar look of rain again. There's something about this weather that dampens my spirits but I can't put my finger on why exactly. April showers bring May flowers but it's March. It never rains in Southern California unless you live in Oxnard. Well there's nothing I can do about that. Except pretend I'm Irish and drink myself silly. It's just been one of those days that warrants not going to class and chasing my blues away with a pint of Guinness... and maybe chase that with a shot of Bailey's Irish Cream. Lots of chasing going on there. Hell, I even went the distance with my atrociously gaudy green shamrock beads like it's some kind of Irish Mardi Gras in my office. Maybe I earned 'em, maybe I didn't. You can let your imagination answer that.

Tuesday, March 15, 2005

Boob Walk

So this has nothing to do with anything I'm doing now but something I did last year. Got that? So one day I was in a coffee shop and there was a brochure for the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer and I got an itch to do it so I did. My gran is a breast cancer survivor and one of my favorite people so I thought it would be nice to do something to honor her while she's still living. I raised over $3,000 thanks to the generosity of pretty much everyone I know and walked 35 miles through Los Angeles in 2 days. It was quite an adventure and a serious obstacle to tackle but I have to say the experience was very validating for me. And the craziest part about it? I walked it alone. As in, none of my friends or family were walking with me or even there on the sidelines to cheer me on. And that was ok. I ended up being forced into talking to amazing women who had seen breast cancer affect friends, family and often themselves. And I realized that day that if I wanted to do something, there pretty much wasn't anything stopping me but me. It's a great feeling to go home with bloody, blistered feet and sore muscles and know that in the process of just forgetting about yourself and your chores and the day to day nonsense, you can help someone. So if you are interested in donating or finding out more about the AWBC, go to This concludes my public service announcement.

Monday, March 14, 2005

I Wanna Be Punk Rock

On Saturday night I had the good fortune of being invited to see Me First and the Gimme Gimmes at the Troubador in West Hollywood. For those of you, like so many others, who have never heard of the aforementioned band, I highly recommend you check them out. Never before have I seen a bunch of punk rockers mosh to the likes of The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow and I Believe I Can Fly. Music so fun that you can't stop from bouncing up and down on your tiptoes. My calves are reaping their revenge today. I love to see the punk scene - the tattoos and the fashion. It's shocking to me that these guys and gals that are seemingly too cool for words strive to look like the biggest nerds in town. The big black glasses. The highwater pants. The pigtails and Betty Page bangs. Perhaps one day I too can achieve that level where coolness and dorkdom cohabitate peacefully in the most natural of ways.

Thursday, March 10, 2005

Single Gal's Rant

A couple of friends and I went out last night and it dawned on me just how hard it is to meet someone. And then, when you actually do meet someone, it's definitely not who you had in mind. For instance, while shooting pool I was fortunate enough to be hit on by Jimmy, an overweight, older man who was shorter than me and definitely not "my type." Why? I'm a 5'8" good looking girl who isn't afraid to let loose and have a good time. So what is it about me that attracts people that aren't "in my league" so to speak? Not that I'm better than anyone, but there some people just don't mix... it's the oil and water theory. And isn't it the responsibility of your coupled friends to hook you up with their single acquaintances? When my last "relationship" ended, everyone told me I could meet new people by taking a class, joining a gym, getting a different job... but I'll tell you what, I did those three things and I've yet to meet someone. Then there's my favorite piece of advice, "You'll find someone when you're not looking." Well, I don't know a single person that isn't looking. So, Prince Charming, if you're reading this, sup?

Wednesday, March 09, 2005

Feel the Burn

When I first started exercising I hardly broke a sweat. I would feel the heat flushing my cheeks and warming my body but there wasn't much of an output of moisture. Now, however, there are literally beads of sweat on my face, a puddle in my sports bra and my hair ends up going from nice and dry to matted and moist. It's a good feeling but sort of gross. I'm just grateful that my sweat doesn't drench my clothing or fall on the ground and the machines like it does for some of the more intense exercisers. And today, man, can I feel the tightness in my arms just from the few reps I did with the weights. And with each step I take in the stairwell at work or up the staircase at home I can feel my butt cheeks tense up with their newfound muscles, courtesy of the StairMaster. Very rewarding. Now if the way my body actually looks will just catch up with it feels, it'll be money, baby.

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

Gym Rats

It's interesting to see how the gym is divided into zones. There's the Safety Zone of cardiovascular exercise machines that women and out-of-shape men can feel unintimidated. Then, just across the gym is what I refer to as the Gym Rat Zone. It's where all the free-weights and weight machines are. Where the local high school football team exercises in the morning. Where serious, muscular "dudes" go to look at their rockin' hot bods complete with bulging muscles in mirrors on every wall. I'm surprised there aren't mirrors on the floor... or on the ceiling for that matter. There is nary a hint of estrogen on that side of the gym most of the time. Well, today my estrogen and I ventured over there together. I've decided to kick it up a notch and do some minor weight training on Tuesdays and Thursdays. For my own protection... or maybe just to keep my mind off of my frazzled nerves, I kept my headphones on as I crossed the threshold from Safety to Gym Rat territory. But I did it! I used the machines, I grabbed some dumbbells. And I'm happy to say there was only beef from one meathead who kept leaving the machine to go to the water fountain and practically peed on the weights to mark his territory.

Sunday, March 06, 2005

I Want To Ride My Bicycle

I woke this morning with every intention of going to the gym but when I ventured outside I was greeted by the sweet kiss of sun rays. Sunshine and warmth after days and weeks of seemingly endless rain and gloom! So I grabbed my shiny, red, birthday bicycle and hopped on only to be welcomed by flat tires. Had it been that long since I rode my bike last? I guess so. Thank goodness for my dad who saved the day and got me on the road with his electric tire pump that is activated by way of the car's cigarette lighter. Who knew this unknowingly existed in our garage all this time?!?! So rather than waste a day like this in a gym with a bunch of strangers like hamsters in their wheels, I rode my bike in the glorious, unexpected sunshine for 45 minutes listening to Blackalicious on my Discman nestled in its special fannypack, singing and rapping along on the top of my lungs because no one could hear me, feeling the wind caress my cheeks. The only time I felt somewhat out of my element was when I passed others who clearly take cycling far more seriously than I do with their helmets and sponsored clothing and special shoes. And there I was, playing the role of spaz to a T with an Alcatraz ballcap, my London HardRock teeshirt and running shoes. But it sure beat being on a treadmill next to a guy on his cell phone or being side by side on the stairmaster with someone who is literally sweating buckets. And the best part of it all, other Sunday cyclists even waved we passed on the street. What could be better than that?

Thursday, March 03, 2005

Blockbuster Night & Bloody Morning

Last night was a ladies night for me and my ma since my dad was out of town. Since I quit Yoga, we decided to go to a movie and having some popcorn for dinner. Nope. It ended up with me getting some Taco Bell at the drive-thru and coming home to see a pile of popcorn, Choc-o-diles, sugar wafer cookies and Starbucks Caramel Cappucino Ice Cream. My primal response to this treasure chest of junkfood was to ask my mom if she also picked up some pot while she was out. I mean, clearly we'd have to have the munchies to justify all of this indulgence. But no. It was just me, my mom, more calories than necessary for survival and 2 DVDs.
Our first endeavor was the failure of a movie (and complete waste of nearly 2 hours of my life) Legally Blonde 2. After witnessing this train-wreck of a film, my mother and I decided that Luke Wilson must have either lost a serious bet or had to pay off a lofty debt to justify his appearance. All I can say is, don't waste your time or your money.
Secondly we ventured into J-Lo territory in Shall We Dance. I was fully expecting another let-down but ended up pleasantly entertained. Even laughed out loud a couple of times actually. It had all the makings of a chick-flick: romance, dance, good-looking folks, comedy, drama and a happy ending. Didn't have to think too hard. Likeable characters. Good times.
And while this morning was supposed to be spent at the gym, burning all of the sugar-laden goodness out of my system, I instead went for a CBC blood draw. What a way to start my day. And I'll leave you with this point to ponder: How can I have 10 hours of tattoo work on my body and cringe at the sight of blood being drawn from the crook of my arm?

Wednesday, March 02, 2005


It seems like just when I get into a good groove, something comes along to eff up my momentum. On Sunday I ventured back to the gym for the first time in days and dang did it feel great. I got a good sweat going and was feeling the burn until my hangover decided to take over the rest of my day. But that's fine. However, my Monday migraine kept me from Yoga that night so I missed the gym all together. Tuesday, I did my morning workout, though so I'm thinking that's OK. I have the every-other-day thing going cuz I certainly ain't goin' tonight. Not too shabby. Ultimately, though, I've decided to throw in the towel as far as Yoga is concerned because I think I'll be more successful in going to the gym if I just make it a part of my morning routine rather than alternate from morning to night to morning to night... Working all day and heading to the gym is not my idea of realistic. So there you have it.