Monday, July 28, 2008

"There is no crying at the Con."

This is what Ken says to me during the drive down to San Diego for Nerdstock Comic Con "The Con" 2008. With all the excitement of Ken actually being a "professional" this year, I completely forgot about the crazy/hectic/madness that is comic con.  But the sudden smells of tuna, the storm trooper stepping on my feet, the 8 dollar bottle of water , the vast amount of camel toe, it was all worth it when I saw Ken sit behind the SLG booth,straighten out his postcards, & take his sketchbook out. It was in that moment, we mentally crossed off "get comic published" on our Life's To Do List. He's made it & I am proud, proud, proud of him, needless to say I cried at Comic Con.  But, what can I say I'ma sucka for published artists.

Thursday, July 24, 2008

beaming with pride.

He not only smells incredible, but he also is an incredibly talented cartoonist, designer, & writer.  For the next 4 days, he gets to share his hard work, with approximately 120,000+ people dressed in Battlestar Galactica costumes.  Comic Con won't know what hit 'em.    

Have I mentioned how proud of him I am...words can't even express.

Let's do this Ken.

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Every girl should have...

1.  a hello kitty computer bag to tote around her cute ass macbook. I totally became a proud of owner of a macbook & I truly don't know how I ever tolerated a PC. 

2.  girlfriends.  I admit most girls annoy me & I tend to get along better with guys, making my girlfriends few & far between.  Unfortunately, my bestest girlfriends are scattered about the continental U.S. making me not only miss them terribly, but making it nearly impossible to arrange an estrogen filled day.  So, I was super stoked when the invite came up to have lunch with 3 of my favorite coworkers.  I accepted & looked forward to it.  A day with no boys, just girls, I was long overdue.

Saturday afternoon we met & over pineapple rice, thai noodles, skewers, sticky rice & mango, we talked, laughed, & stuffed our bellies until we could barely move & even when the waitresses tried to make us leave we stayed put and talked, laughed, and stuffed our bellies even more. The day summed up in one word, refreshing.  I don't think they will ever know how much I needed that.  I enjoyed their company & listening to their stories.  

Thanks to Catrina, Joy, & Mariana.  Lets do it again, soon.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Done Did.

i cut my hair off & now i am a lot less cranky.  
it's pretty much the best summer idea ever.  

Saturday, July 12, 2008

Friday, July 11, 2008

25 minute confession.

It was noon when I strapped the girls down, put my running shorts on, threw my kicks with arch supports on my feet, with every intention to run my scheduled 25 minutes.  It was 2:00 pm when I packed my bag with my ipod, a bottled water, towel, & my gym lock.  It was 3:30, when I finally left the house to head to the gym, instead of north I went south, instead of pulling up to the gym, I pulled up to the mall parking lot.  Instead of going on the treadmill, I went on escalator, found myself in See's candy shop buying a customized box of chocolate.  To go with my sweet box combination, I sniffed out Mrs. Fields, making a lap twice, deciding against cookies, & made my way to McDonald's, bought a 10 piece combo, a cheeseburger, & a much needed coke (which didn't even make it outside the mall)....

Needless to say, I never made it to the gym to do my 25 minutes.  

I feel extremely guilty, but I gotta say, my inner fat girl is totally satisfied.

Monday, July 7, 2008

Fonzworth Bentley.

My sister-in-law noticed my eldest nephew, Joshua, carrying a ziplock bag with 5 $1 coins, one morning before school.

Manang Ann:  What's that for?
Josh:  I'm bringing it to someone.
M.Ann:  What?
Josh:  ...nevermind...
M.Ann:  Jonah, why is your Kuya bringing money to school?
Jonah:  He's paying someone.
M.Ann:  What?
Jonah:  Kuya told (insert kids name) he'd pay him $5 to tie his shoes.

I know I shouldn't be proud of my nephew for this one, but it's so baller. He's like the P. Diddy of the playground.

Sunday, July 6, 2008

What's yours?

Currently on the ipod:

1.    I Decided:  Solange Knowles.
2.   Dirt of My Shoulder:  Jigga.
3.   I'm a Hustler Baby:  Jigga.
4.   Blue Magic:  Jigga.
5.   Damaged:  Danity Kane.
6.   Viva la Vida:  Coldplay
7.   Forever:  Chris Brown.
8.   See You Again:  Hannah Montana.
9.   Shut Up & Let Me Go:  Ting Tings.
10.  Lucifer:  Jigga.
11.  Sexy Can I:  Ray J.
12.  Stronger:  Kanye.
13.  The New Workout Plan:  Kanye.
14.  Lollipop:  Wheezy.
15.  Bleeding Love:  Leona Lewis.

Undeniably, a motivating workout mix.  

So, what's yours?

Saturday, July 5, 2008

Thursday, July 3, 2008

You down with UOP (yeah you know me).

I found this the other day, it's a portion of a "Personal Notebook" assignment for my Management/Leadership class during nursing school.I have 2 more years to do this.  

So, I'm doing it, I'm going back to school.

(& still training for a 5k)

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

I named it...Ratatouille.

because, that's what inspired it after all.     

Ken is in charge of supper at least 3 nights out of the week, a deal we discussed prior to me graduating nursing school:  the days I work he's figures out what's for supper, the days I don't work I'm responsible, it's worked out so far & we make a good team.  

But, I've come to expect 1 of 3 things on the days I work:

1.  We go out to eat.  
2.  We have frozen pizza or lasagna. or
3.  We have salmon.

So, I'm slightly confused when I call Ken up & ask him what he has planned for supper & his reply is, "something different, it's all in my head."

This "something different" that was "all in his head," was crazy & not the least bit appetizing when vocalized.  But, it turns out is pretty damn amazing.  

...lemon-pepper marinated salmon, scrabbled eggs with cheese, topped with fried bacon, & drenched in hollandaise sauce...

It was quite possibly the most awesome thing he's cooked.  So, I give it 5 stars & tag it as my favorite...he can most definitely add this devinely delicious concoction to his repertoire.