12 Strikes You're Out

I met a devastatingly handsome man on a flight today. His name is Marco, strike one. He is 40 years old, strike two. He is a pilot, strike three. He has two children, strikes 4 & 5 (he gets additional strikes because he is smokin hot!!). Why I am attracted to these types of men? My head is more interested in men who are new or gently used. But my heart insists on these recycled & tortured characters. I wonder what Dr. Drew would have to say about this.....

#47

This is the view from Arby's in Redondo Beach. Reason #47 I live in Southern California.

Blue Jean Babies

A snapshot from 2010's Open to Close at the Magnolia Village Pub in Seattle. The Delta Delta Delta 2002 pledge class proved we still got it baby. It only took me one week to recover. I am hoping that Nicole won't plan another 14 hr day of drinking for at least a few years. I had the time of my life boozing, laughing, dancing, & yes karaoking with my favorite females. Here's to US!!

Pump Up the Jam

I joined the gym a week ago & missed only one day when I was working. Pause for applause. Thank you. I even started to not completely dread going, major progress considering in the past I'd have chosen flossing with my toe nails over breaking a sweat. The gym has quickly climbed the charts as my favorite people watching destination. There is one quirky character who only works out in a cut off tube top with no bra. Her nipples could high five her knees but she doesn't let that deter her from rocking the look. The typical South Bay douche bag exercise outfit consists of board shorts & a TapouT tshirt. Not sexy.

Thank goodness I make such awesome mixed tapes. There are rows of tv's but CNN & ESPN don't really motivate me. Who do I have to sleep with to get Bravo on the big screen? I have made some mean compilations, you'd be amazed how a variety of Pink, T.I., Beyonce, Color Me Badd, & a few Jock Jams hits can get the blood pumping. I will be back to my driver license weight in no time! I am feeling better, looking better, & sleeping like Tom Vaughn in a recliner. All good things.

Saturday Night Fever

Break out your parka's kids, hell has frozen over, I joined a gym. I have been avoiding doing so for some time for a number of reasons. The first being of course that I hate working out. I have also been using money as an excuse, arguing that I can't afford it. But the truth tapped me on the shoulder & pointed out that as long as I can afford In-N-Out, I can afford the gym. The sign is a bit misleading- it reads "24 Fitness" while it should read "Meat Market." So far the gym has not been good for my self esteem. I feel like a Cabbage Patch Kid working up a sweat along side a slew of Malibu Barbie dolls.

Every time I have gone, the place has been packed. Every day but today, Saturday. Actually I went tonight. This was more the Freaks & Geeks crowd, the GTL crew works out earlier I suppose. Anyway I fit right in & even felt like the hottest broad in the joint.

Stay tuned for my progress. Vacationing for an entire month really did a number on my waist line. Let's be clear, this new found commitment to working out has nothing to do with my health & everything to do with my vanity.

It's Alive!

Life has been a bit of a storm as of late, & I have been at the center of it! Let me clarify this though-the storm has been AMAZING. In January I spent 11 days cruising through Mexico, a trip that is going down in the hall of fame for sure. With two of my favorite people, Tom Vaughn, & 1800 oldies the fun was out of control. Jenny, Cassie, & I were the youngest sailors by about 60 years. The boat was essentially a floating retirement home & we were thrilled to join the community. You better believe that we were welcomed with wide open arms! We beached, tanned, danced, drank, ate, ate, & ate. How could I leave out the laughing?

I had a little time to recover at home, then was forced to work for 3 whole days before jetting to Maui for 4 nights. That voyage was very special for different reasons. I am choosing to leave those stories near & dear to my heart. I can share that I had an incredible time, & can definitely see myself as an island girl someday.

I came home Thursday & was off to Sydney for work on Friday. My vacation bubble was harshly burst during that 14 & 1/2 hour flight on the way down under. I much prefer drinking the cocktails in first class to serving them.

Seattle bound on Friday for some much needed QT with my darling Deltas. I have been trying to keep track but I have lost count of my blessings. I feel so happy & at peace these days. I think it is all the vitamin D from that beautiful sunshine I have been hanging out with! More soon loves.

A Picture's Worth

I have yet to write about my phenomenal, rejuvanating, blissful vacation because even I am having a hard time transferring my thoughts & memories into sentences. They say that a picture is worth a thousand words, well here are 91,000 to stall until I can produce my own.

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