I Heart Earth

Bet you didn’t know that it was Earth Day yesterday. Neither did I, till I showed up at work and my boss was like P.S. its Earth day and Bob, Robert Redford, is into it which means we’re into it. On Earth day the whole world is supposed to turn off all electricity for an hour and love the Earth. Which is totally radical and all but imagine this: seven waiters, a hostess and a manager all running around a candle lit cramped restaurant with steaming hot plates of 45 dollar entrees, pouring expensive wine in glasses we couldn’t see, trying to avoid tables and the big “tree” we run into even when the lights are on. Imagine the awkwardness of the lights and music being off. And the added bonus of that strange phenomenon that when the lights go out people talk in whispers. It was awkward like one big long prayer. Awkward and disastrous! But FUNNY because I like awkward and disastrous!! Bob is cool though and I’m glad he’s on his environmental crusade. Makes me wish I was on some sort of crusade- but not the kind where people die.

Yukiyo and Fredrick

Growing, flowing, hanging pots of green, and my Grandma is the medicine woman. Pots and pots everywhere with a dictionary of names. Something moss and something flower. “Pua” is the Hawaiian word for flower, my grandma tells me as she hula dances around the room and my Grandpa sings along strumming his guitar. My grandma grows it. My grandma makes it. My grandma sows it. Imagine being so self-sufficient. Imagine a time when you had to be. She gets her eggs from her friend up the street who has chickens. They wash their dishes in the sink. And they pick vegetables from the ground. When did we get too proud to bend over and pick up the food we eat? Now it’s a job for those of a lesser social standing. Is two generations really that far apart?

My grandparents are the greatest. They are not too old to dance or too embarrassed to sing. Not too tired to stay up and talk. They love to laugh but mostly they just make me laugh.

Things that remind me of my Grandparents:

My Grandpa's huge Bonzai tree in the front yard.

Plumerias.

Hanging laundry and beach towels.

This Tree.

BBQ and pancit.

Asian slippers lined up by the front door.

Miniture BBQs. Everything is miniature.

Single Cool Female Seeks Single Cool Male

Spent Easter Sunday driving around San Diego Bay as my Mom showed me places for my wedding. My Mother is so subtle in suggesting its time to get married. Found a nice little Beach House next to the Hotel Coronado. (It's not fancy but neither am I, as I sit here typing this in my basketball shorts and Batgirl shirt).

Location…Check!
Groom…uh er

Does anybody in my blogging audience want to volunteer themselves as a sacrifice? It's for a good cause, so people stop asking why I’m not married. I promise we don’t even have to live with each other or talk to each other, we just have to have a reception, at this place!







My family might be willing to pay. Please contact me if interested :)

I Don't Want My Final Jig in the Belly of a Squid!!

It's St. Patricks day which means:

A) Everyone in the world is matching which is...precious
B) AND!! I can blast Flogging Molly as loud as I wish which is...COOL!!

AND!!! Flogging Molly is cool too and silly, so listen to them, very loudly.[featured below]

Interesting Fact about Ashley and Flogging Molly: Ashley was punched in the face at a Flogging Molly concert. Cool!!

HAPPY FLOGGING MOLLY DAY!!!!

In Addition to Todays Post

Please listen to "Heavy Metal Drummer" on my side bar. I can already tell this is gonna be my spring song. You might love this song.

Symptoms may include Fever, Nausea, Fatigue, and Body Aches

I have been accused of a being a hypochondriac. Maybe I am a hypochondriac, on top of the many other illnesses I have been self-diagnosed with. So I found an “Are you a Hypochondriac” test online, (the internet holds all answers to the universe). And here is my self-evaluation:

You don’t feel well or normal. OMG I’ve never felt normal! And my family and friends reassure me of my abnormalities.

When you get the flu you worry it is something worse. Last time I had the flu, I told everyone I had malaria or small pox (this is because I was breaking out so badly I assumed my pimples were an outbreak of the pox).

You worry you have a tumor or cancer. Once I went to the doctor because I thought I had tumors in my neck. The doctor said they were just swollen glands.

You feel faint at least once a month. I feel faint when I get up too fast, when I get out of bed, when I eat something gross, when I see blood, when somebody talks about blood, when I see people eating canned green beans, when it goes from dark to light too fast, when I’m having an asthma attack, and if I don’t eat every couple hours.

Even when you are just a little under the weather you see a doctor just to be on the safe side. I once saw the doctor because I had bumps on my tongue and I thought I was losing my tastebuds.

Not only do I diagnose myself with fatal illnesses I also diagnose myself with hypochondria. I’m aware that is quite contradictory. I blame my hypochondria on my mother.

On a serious note: My right eye has been twitching like mad for a month now. I’ve become the freak with the crazy eye! I looked it up and apparently it can cause serious vision problems. I’ve been preparing myself by walking around my room with my eyes closed.



That [pictured above] is the possibility of me with an eye patch. You might wanna try and get used to it.

Secrets of a Hair Stylist: Girls, Hair and Rock and Roll volume IV

Today I took a big step (those who know me understand this). Change is not something I eagerly embrace. And when I get my hair cut it’s always an anxiety attack. But today, with the help of Chelsi, I finally decided to embrace a change. After it was over I still felt insecure until Nicole, my hair stylist, said "You look Rock and Roll.” And then I realized my life wasn’t ending and I said, “huh Rock and Roll? Say it again.”



[yes that is Batgirl on my shirt]

Notes on getting your hair done: What is it about a woman with a pair of scissors and a blow dryer that makes us reveal all our deepest secrets and fears. It could be the fact we feel incredibly vulnerable at that moment. And they hold the scissors and therefore the power. Or maybe it’s the fact we are starring into the mirror for so long, we really are starring into our souls. And the hair stylist gets to share that honest and defining moment you have with yourself as you start venting all the things you keep secret. Whatever the reasoning (probably neither of these) nobody knows more about a girl then her hair stylist.



Another observation: At the end there is that awkward moment when you have to compliment your hair stylist because they did a good job and you want to reassure them of that. So you thank them with your flattery. But it’s a tricky situation if you do the math. Because when you take a peek into the mirror and say, “Oh my Gosh! It looks so cute! I love it!” What you’re really saying is “Oh my Gosh! I’m so cute. I love me!” It’s one of the many ways girls compliment themselves while believing they are complimenting others.

Under Pressure

There is something about 80’s dancing that is naturally intoxicating. The things you’ll do on a dance floor to that genre of music. Why? I am not sure. I suppose its one of the great mysteries of the 80’s. Because of this phenomenon I went crazy the other night 80’s dancing for Rachel's Birthday.



Justin (back center) is my number one favorite dancer in the world!!



That is Mike's signature dance move!



Pressure. Pushing down on me, pushing down on me.



I love myself. I want you to love me.



But lately somethings changed and its hard to define. Jessies got himself a girl and i wanna make her mine...



Lets dance in style, lets dance for a while.


Let us die young or let us live forever... (Can you name all these songs?)
But really though, I want to be forever young.