Hello November...

I'm giggling right now cause I'm looking at the last time I blogged.  So much for that resolution.  But then again, its still more than last year and we're talking about quality vs. quantity and other justifying things to make it seem ok.  I mean, would my inner monologue about my slight addiction to Korean dramas, shopping visits to Daiso, super awesome friend adventures, quality family time, and dating shenanigans be really interesting to those (all 2) who read this?

Possibly.

I highly doubt that you're interested in the crazy person on the phone at work who asked me how the baby in my tummy is doing (True story).  Actually, you might.  So this lady at work asked me how the baby in my tummy was doing, which prompted me to scream/cry "I'm not pregnant!!!" and not eat that evening.  When I told my sister, she told that she's praying to the Blessed Virgin to help me give baby Eva cousins to play with and to also tell me to stop wearing dresses cause maybe that caused the woman to think I was pregnant.  Yay!  I have a complex now!

Tomorrow is a start of a nice little 6 day weekend before things go all work crazy and I start smelling like sweat, tears, Disney magic and Christmas.  Tomorrow I plan on waking up in the morning, working out and baking up a storm of  Thanksgiving pies before getting shitfaced and screaming my little teeniebopper heart out at a Justin Timberlake concert.  Who knew I'd be only a slightly more responsible girl than I was a decade or so ago.

It's A Beautiful Night, We're Looking for Something Dumb to do...

Its now officially the 4th week of January and I'm still blogging away. Word up naysayers!!

So new things: Earlier this month, I started Bar Method. Its horrible. I'm in pain all of the time. I hate it, but at the same time I seriously love it. I get why Rhianna goes back to Chris Brown... wait did I say that?? Gosh, that's an awful analogy but its the first thing that came to mind. It sorta makes sense but still, its completely effed up. In a nutshell, I found love in a hopeless place. After my first time, even my hand was shaking when I was unlocking my locker. Now 6 classes in, I'm not *as* pathetic when I go, In my mind, I'm a super flexible ballerina. HA. I'm not. Far from it. But it has made me determined to be those bitches who can do the "alternative options" and step it up a notch without looking like I'm about to die. Granted I'll probably still be shaking and sweating up a storm and dying, but I want to make it look easy.

That's a do-able goal right?

Speaking of goals, last weekend, I went to Vegas with the intention of playing craps for the first time. Cause how awesome would it be to write about winning an obscene amount of money, making flirty eye contact with the hot guy in the suit and blowing on his dice for luck and then doing something completely stupid? But that didn't happen because while good amount of alcohol came my way and other stuff happened. I don't remember much. Still very exciting and fun but nothing new than your usual Vegas weekender... that I remember.

Among the other new things thus far: Tried a new restaurant, made a new friend in my local Rite Aid after having a bonding moment screaming about growing up in the same locations, hung out with some new folks... It's been great!

In my foreseeable future, I may be draining my shower clog with a plummer snake (not a euphemism) with the help of some youtube videos.

Wish me luck with that one. No seriously.

Frim Fram Sauce

So while thinking about "this" goal, I created a lil list of things that I could do. But surprisingly, I've been finding that doing something new has been easier than I thought. On Saturday, I was sitting at lunch with friends and I had this realization, “Wow, I've never been to this restaurant…” Granted it was an Outback Steakhouse, but there you go. YOLO.

For those who were wondering (Hi Mom and guest) , the salmon cooking went well. No one died and my apartment didn't burn down, which makes it a success in my book. Sure, it was slightly salty and there were some complications due to the fact that I didn't have a can opener (I now have one) for 1 item but it’s been done and I’ll probably do it again but stick to the recipe. Oh and probably get some measuring spoons for accuracy. Apparently I can’t just eyeball 3 tablespoons of oyster sauce.

Something to work on I guess.

Contrary to this entry, I really can cook. Really.

Fancy Pants

Thanks to the wonders of technology, I can blog from my phone at a jiffy lube. I dunno if this is a good thing or a bad thing.

I guess this means there are no excuses. Blog bitch. Write shit down.

It's a Supernatural Delight... Everybody's Dancing in the Moonlight.

HA HA!  Day 2 of blogging in 2013.  Granted this isn't going to be an everyday occurrence, but I'm glad to get stuff down while I can and have it fresh in my head.

So the other day while driving, I came up with this completely asinine idea.  "Nicole.  You should do 1 new thing a week.  1 new thing that you've never done before.  It doesn't have to be super clever, but it'll be something that will make this year interesting."

I think one of the things about 2012 that made it so great was that I had a lot of new experiences and adventures.  Not that I ever thought that I was in the rut past years, but this one definitely had its moments.  Call it bad influences/awesome influences/peer pressure/morbid curiousity/ whatever... in the end, personal growth was achieved and I'm thirsty for more.

Gosh that's such a cliche line.  Sorry I went there.

Anyways, so along with my resolutions to blog, run/work out more,  increase my water intake, cook vs frozen/convient food, I'm going to try this thing where I do 1 new thing a week.

Somethings will be exciting.   At least I hope so.   Though I do have a limited budget so whirlwind trips to the exotic are completely out of the question.  But I hope to do some local field trips. Also since this is a public blog and there is a good chance that my parents will see this, things will stay PG.  For the most part.   Somethings will be incredibly boring. Example, right now I'm planning on cooking salmon tomorrow.  And yes, I've never cooked salmon. (Fear of burning it.  Hate of defrosting it.  Scared that it's going to make my tiny ass apartment smell fishy.  Failure and disappointment, the norm.) But I have 52 weeks to try 52 new things.

And I plan to log it here. 

What have I gotten myself into?

Once again.  Super cliche.  Ugh.  Sorry.

She's So Wack, Her First Name Should Be Nick-Nack-Patty!

Woah.  No blogs at all in 2012??  Sorry dear blog.. I didn't mean it.  I guess this is now my official resolution to blog more in 2013.  Get back into the habit of logging those daily highlights so that if I have kids and the internet is still revelent, they can look back and go "Man, Mom was lame writing down all this stuff for everyone to see."  Shut up brat.  I love you and I'm fucking cool.

Anyways, since I didn't blog at all last year, lets give some highlights shall we?

First things first, my adorable niece Evangeline was born.  She's a pretty awesome baby.   Carlene and I had this "deal" that since her due date was close to my birthday, she would give her my name as the baby's middle name if the baby was born on my birthday.  And it was only under those conditions.  So you can imagine my excitement when I got the call on June 7th that she was entering the hospital to induce the labor.  If the baby could hold out for another 12 hours, she would be given an amazing middle name that automatically exudes awesomeness.  So we waited.  And waited.  Around 10pm, the Doctor came in and said what we all wanted to hear, the baby wasn't coming tonight and would arrive tomorrow.  June 8th.... My birthday!!  Now officially our birthday!!  :)  She's probably the bestest birthday present I've ever gotten  and I can't wait to share a lifetime of Hello Kitty birthday parties with that lil nugget.

Also, this past year I decided that it was time for me to be "roommate-less."  And while I've scared myself on occasion (Thought a crumpled Forever 21 bag was a portrait of Hitler in my closet.  True story.) I've come to the point where living alone has spoiled me and because of that, I may never get married.  I don't have to clean up after anyone cause my mess is my mess.  The dishes are washed,  I can watch whatever I want on TV, wear pants or not wear pants... its amazing!!  Granted, its not perfect.  Parking sucks (especially for those who may visit) and my neighbors in the building next door tend to have loud crazy sex at 4am when I usually have to be up at 6am.  But that's what earplugs are for.  Also, I just realized that I haven't baked at all here, so that's gonna have to change. 

 2012 was a year of hanging out with great friends and having some f*cking amazing experiences.  Camping in the desert in trailers, scary movies and bad movies, karaoke nights with American sake, my first 5K, cards and scares in the mountains, drinking in the museums, taco Tuesdays, babies galore,  the adventures of Fluffy... and with work getting slightly insane (btw, I got this new position for this new baby department that just boomed in the last year), it's those highlights that kept me going and seriously gave me something to look forward to. 

So with all that, I already know that 2013 is going to be epic.  At least I hope so.  And I hope to write it all down here.  ;)

Oh Goodness...

N: So how was your weekend?
J: Eh. I had dinner with my ex-girlfriend tonight and things didn't go well.
N: Aww... I'm sorry to hear that. But how was the rest of your weekend?
J: Awesome!!
N: Oh really? How so?
J: I had great sex!!
N: Um... so why are you talking to me?
J: She was just a friend!!

Welcome to my dating life.

Its funny, when I told my friend about "J" and his weekend activities she stated that she admired his honesty. I saw it as waaaay super modern and I wasn't sure if it was something I'd be able to do... But we continued talking. Deep inside, I knew he was a good guy. He was down to earth, we actually talked for hours about anything and everything and he wasn't one of those pervy creeps. I guess what had drawn myself to him was 1. his want and actual eagerness to have a family and 2. he was cute.. I'm a sucker for cute and guys who like "futures."

The only thing was that we had huge difference in religion and spirituality which did spark some debate. And while I enjoyed the banter, and the super mind stimulating conversations, it sorta came down to that in the end.

And after a couple of weeks of talking, who knew that one debate about down syndrome babies and abortion could be such a romance killer? Oh and the fact that he googled me, but hey at least I'm google-able!! That's sorta charming right?