I’m in a glass case of emotion!

I’m completely and utterly excited because I get to go home tonight for a long weekend in California with my family!! Finally!

On another note, watch Hamlet 2. It’s a funny film that has not been thoroughly appreciated by the masses. Watching that movie and eating the delicious salad that Zack and I prepared yesterday really helped bring me back to reality. The protagonist’s problems really put my own into perspective and suddenly, everything isn’t so bad!

Fact: In less than 12 hours I will be headed home on a plane to be greeted my mother, sister, and … drum roll please! … the love of my life–my pug, Lola. And life will be wonderful again!


The Long, Hot Summer

Too damn hot!

I had a wonderful weekend.  No doubt.  I did a lot–I hung out with the bff, I hung out with the bf, I went to the beach, I went to the zoo.  It was wonderful, except for one little detail … IT WAS TOO DAMN HOT.

Here it is folks.  I moved to the Pacific Northwest under the explicit understanding that Seattle is rain-ridden and dreary.  Lo and behold, the temperature the last few days has been up near the 90s and the only thing close to rain has been the incredible humidity caused by the occasional shower.  It has all led to the feeling that I never really left the Midwest.  The Midwest followed me to Seattle!!

The one source of comfort in this time of panic?  An old fan left in my safekeeping by my collegiate sister.  It might not be fancy, it sure as heck ain’t that pretty, but gosh darn if it doesn’t do its job.  Who says newer is better?  The only respite from the heat was having that little fan whirring through the night to provide a cool stream of air.  Phew!

The weather is slowly cooling down but my sanity is still on the line should Seattle continue to play the heat game with me.  Thankfully, I have a solution!  This includes the following:

1) inflatable kiddie pool

2) water (check)

3) a mixed drink of any kind, preferably a pina colada

I can totally imagine myself sitting lazily in this said pool with drink in hand and a smirk on my lips because I have indeed foiled the sun’s apocalyptic destruction agenda.

**Yes, I realize I may be a tad over dramatic since the temperature here has really been only in the high 80s and there are far worse places to be at this moment in time.  However, I am a California girl and I am acclimated to weather that falls between the cool 50s and the almost-too-warm 70s, a.k.a. “perfect weather”.  Might I remind you that you can take the girl out of California but you can’t take the California out of the girl!**

On another note–watch This is the End!  How do I put this?  You know when you laugh so hard that you stop making noise all together and then you’re fighting to regain control of your breath but to an onlooker it looks as though you’re just a constipated mime?  Yes, that happened to me at least twice during the movie.  Yes, it was somewhat offensive at times.  Yes, you do need to have a good sense of humor (mine’s finely tuned if I do say so myself). Yes, you do need to see this movie with someone who will appreciate it too.  Believe me–you might even be able to skip your daily ab workout with this quirky film.

Should I be afraid of aliens?

It’s been a normal, rather dull Tuesday. I worked, I worked out (well, actually, that isn’t quite normal yet), I ran some errands. Dull, mundane, been-there, done-that. But my night has been quite interesting!

My friend invites me over for a movie. Now, generally I stay home and go to sleep early on the weekdays. But today I thought to myself, “Dammit Hayley! You are young! You are young and alive! Don’t give up on yourself just yet! Watch a flipping movie after 8–get crazy!” Turns out I can be quite convincing so I drove on over to my amigo’s place with a big bowl of Caesar salad in tow.

Nota bene: my friend used to be one of the “fitness consultants” at my old gym. He was always my favorite and we’ve reconnected since I switched gym memberships and he found a new job. He lives conveniently right across from this gym, in a house with 3?4? other people–all much older. My favorite roommate hands down is Tom, a 60 something day trader who literally has different women coming in and out of the house all the time (I’ve actually witnessed this!!) It’s a … colorful living situation. Now back to the story!

I show up with this salad and the first thing I notice is that everyone seems totally out of it. My amigo is drinking water through a paper towel to cure his hiccups. Tom is in the process of making burgers with a vodka/guava juice in one hand. Some woman is sitting staring at Jeopardy with her hair covering her eyes (creepy!) I just thought maybe everyone was already drunk–give me a drink too then, gosh darn it!

In my defense, I had only planned on eating this salad as a jump start into my new healthy eating plan. I definitely enjoyed that salad. Along with the cheese burger and watermelon that somehow ended up on my plate. No judgement!!

Amigo and I started to watch Dark Skies. If you’ve never seen or heard of it, that’s probably a good thing. *SPOILER ALERT* I’m not big on alien invasion but I wanted the thrill of a scary flick. I sailed through my meal but amigo kind of looked lost in his seat. Finally I realized that he was on something and it was having a strong effect on him. He was totally lethargic. He asked for the time and when I told him it was 9, he was so convinced and shocked that it was already 9 am. *Face palm*. He proceeded to fall asleep in a not so quiet fashion. Meanwhile, I was leaning closer and closer to the television trying to hear about the aliens while he moaned not so gracefully in his sleep. I was forced to wake him up and let’s just say he was rather shocked to see me. Hehehehe.

So now it’s dark outside, my friend’s drugged up, and I am now officially regretting this movie. My personal safety against extraterrestrials is now being questioned.

It didn’t help that when I got home I realized that everyone else is out for the night. Perfect. I am alone and my only weapons are my words and I don’t think that will ever work against E.T.’s crazy cousins. Though, when I think about it, not working out might actually work out to my favor. I might actually be too heavy or pudgy for the aliens to get on their ship. They might end up realizing I am not worth all the energy. So there you have it folks–the morals of this story:

1) Caesar salad is best left at home for consumption
2) Never watch a scary movie if your friend has take anti-anxiety medication
3) Exercise might give you that six pack, but will it save you from aliens? Actually, don’t answer that.


When the Moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie!

Phew!  What a weekend it was.  Fully enjoyable though pretty hectic.  Most of it involved eating breakfast out and then sloshing through the day in a food comma brought on courtesy of Pete’s Eggnest in Greenwood and Beth’s Cafe in Green Lake.  The rest was spent volunteering at an animal shelter (which means I fell in love with all the cats and have spent copious amounts of time thinking about how I can fit them all comfortably into my house), watching Amityville Horror for the first time (remake with Ryan Reynolds=me oscillating between being horrified by his evil ways and being strangely turned on by his rock hard, wood chopping body), and buying books at the Seattle Public Library annual book sale.  I bought Zack the very special Penis Book.  He loved it, I’m sure.

But was I the only one who saw the most amazing moon Saturday night?  It hung right over the Space Needle and all the downtown towers in the most surreal spectacle.  Meanwhile, the sunset continued to cast a glow on the shiny buildings, creating a halo of darkness around it lit brightly by this moon of all moons.  Gorgeous, beautiful, wish you were here!  No wonder so many people were crowded into Kerry Park.  I enjoyed a lovely picnic with Zack and my best friend, Lucy, in the meantime.

How can I ever complain about anything when such wonder still exists all around us?  I may be cynical at times but seeing something as simple yet breathtaking as a full moon makes me happy and idealistic again.  As though anything is possible.

Maybe it is just as simple as that.

Cool Serenity

Cool Serenity

Livin’ La Vida Loca (Or at least trying …)

Friday.  That word just rolls of my tongue.  It’s been a rather uninteresting week on the work end but it’s gone by fast nonetheless.  This may be due to the fact that my boyfriend is (FINALLY!) returned from Spain and can now lavish me with long overdue attention.  Which means we went on a lot of dates this week.  We watched the new Superman (I looked longingly at Henry Cavill while trying to figure out how best to suggest that Zack tries to go for that buff, “I will protect you if it’s the last thing I do” body).  We ate Mexican food at El Chupacabra in Phinney Ridge–honestly though, what kind of respectable eating establishment that serves shrimp tacos also plays heavy metal music all through the night??  We hit up a bar downtown last night for drinks with his coworker.  We’re taking our sweet time getting through “This is 40”.  (It’s been 4 days and we still have 30 minutes to go!).  So, yes, this week has gone by fast.

Cue this weekend!  Tonight is “Classy Ladies” night with my high school bf.  Tomorrow is the Fremont Solstice Festival/Parade.  Sunday, I’m depleting my bank account to go buy books at the Seattle Library book sale.  I foresee great things happening this weekend.  I also foresee a lot of money spent on booze and books (at least I’m an intellectual drunk).  Heck, I might even throw in a few hours (Read: 1 hr max) at the gym while I’m feeling productive and alive.

I just got myself all excited for what lies ahead and then I snap my head up and take in the fluroscent lights and ringing phones–dammit, I’m still at work for another few hours.  Gods above!!  Is there no mercy?!?!?!  How to make this day go faster!?!?!?!?!

Lunch break, anyone?