Finally able to write and a theory about stall locks (hear me out!)

My wrist has finally been feeling better (it's a long story, old injury, blah blah blah) so I can write again! Woo hoo! Not that I have anything in particular to write about... hmmm lets see here...

I recently read this article, and it got me thinking about how some people just get addicted to social media and technology. (My sister is the worst, she spends about 5-6 hours a day on social sites, and she's 12...yeah).

But who cares right? Really, it's not that big of a deal in the scope of big deals...

This weekend I went to a wedding for one of my college friends. He's a really nice guy, and it was nice to see everyone, espesh my besty-boo!! Miss that girl.

We didn't get any photos though! Of course, we always say we are going to take a million pictures and then never do. But whatever, it was a great time, we drank way to much (but could of drank more I'm sure if it wasn't a cash bar!) and danced until our feet begged us to stop. Literally, my dogs were barking.

So then I got to thinking, as usual, when I drive 4+ hours while my boo sleeps in the passenger seat. I have a theory about bathroom stall locks. Wait! Hear me out:

You can literally, immediately, tell who designed the ladies room stall doors by the type of lock that is installed. Is it a push through lock that doesn't budge? Or what about those turny-nubby locks that always fall out when someone even slightly closes the stall door next to you? Or what about the location of the lock--does your purse hit it just at the right place to unlock it?

See? TONS of options and questions here!

Since I work at an architecte firm (I'm not an architect though), I decided to ask around about what the fu*k is up with these dumb, sub-quality locks that keep me on my toes while I pop a squat.

Theory: All good stall locks are thanks to women designers/architects. All crappy, flimsy, barely lockable locks are designed by men.

Results? The men in the office didn't even know this was an issue at all. They also didn't know about the mini tampon/pad trash can in each stall either. So, I guess I rest my case?

Bottom Line: TO ALL MALE ARCHITECTS/DESIGNERS/BATHROOM PLANNERS: Please, please, please pay attention to these details. Your mother/daughter/aunt/girlfriend/wife/sister/whatever will love you soooo much more for this very small contribution to women's restrooms!

And also a side note, did you notice that once you get into a stall with a shaky, wimpy lock that someone always, without a doubt, slams the stall door right next to you? Like it's a now-or-never, I-will-pee-my-pants-if-I-don't-sit-down-right-now type of rush? It's inevitable I tell ya. Inevitable.

So that's what I did this weekend!

Now what I did capture a la my iPhone:


Friday at beer:thirty at work--we classed it up a bit with some Riesling from Tolosa Winery:

My lil Holga film camera! (That never saw the light of day) And the purse I brought to the wedding:

Last week we had some cool looking foggy sunsets, so obvi I had to document them:

Cool right? I wish it was just a little warmer at night though...

Anna Wintor is my kind of woman

Once July/August roll around every year, talk about Vogue's September Issue magazine begins. It seeps into the mainstream news, and even comes up in the daily broadcasts here in this dumb little beach town. And there is always one thing that everyone says: 

Anna Wintor is a scary person

She's crazy

I think I would be afraid of her

She is intimidating

Anna has no emotions

etc, you get the point.

So last year, I decided to take things into my own hands and give this documentary, The September Issue, a shot to see if what people were saying was actually true. A true documentary will try to stay as unbiased as possible, and since I have a weakness for such films, it was an obvious choice to watch it. 

And you know what? Anna isn't scary at all. 

Yeah, I know right? Crazy realization! There isn't anything scary about her. Yes, she is strict with details and deadlines, but that's what her job demands. She just does her job, and doesn't really take any crap from people. She seems like a very professional person, to me. Maybe I have a little mean streak, or maybe the world is (still) afraid of powerful women. I know that if she were a man this would never be an issue. At all. Mr. Wintor would be praised for being this shrewd and harsh. Gender bias is alive and well my friends!! But I'm getting off topic a little...

The person who really bugged me was the creative director, Grace Coddington. Can we say adult temper tantrum? I haven't seen an adult whine that much since I worked in Hollywood, and even then I haven't seen anything come close to Grace's meltdown. Get over yourself Grace! Anna is making choices based on professional standings, not personal ones. Not everything you photograph is amazing! 

So there you have it. I really liked Anna after this documentary, and I'm glad I didn't let people's biased opinions get in my way of making an assumption about her. Everyone deserves a chance to show what they are truly made of, and this documentary was perfect in doing just that for Anna. Although, I think the people that still find her intimidating don't know when they see a true professional woman, but that's just my professional opinion. Don't go Grace on me. 

If you still haven't seen it, it's on Netflix. Give it a shot and hey, if you still think she's scary, I would love to hear your intelligently crafted argument in the comments below. 

Here's the trailer: 

Don't be scared boos.

Jail Time

Ok I'm not going to jail, but I just started watching that new Netflix series, Orange is the New Black, and it's really good! It made me think...

I started wondering if I could survive in prison for a full year. I'd be in my big coke-bottle glasses, since I'm pretty sure contacts wouldn't be an option. And those showers look pretty grimy, that might be a tough one to get over. But, what would I do to pass the time? It seems like one long day, or event, that just drags on endlessly. I would have to sleep in my glasses, just to make sure nothing happened to them. Talk about paranoid. 

I wonder who I would talk to, and who I would avoid. I wonder if I would even have the option of avoiding people, after all, it's pretty crowded in those places.

When would I see the sun too? Would I get "free time" or whatever it's called? What if that's just not an option and I stay inside for an entire year? That would suck, to never see the sun.

What about those dark nights when sleep just doesn't bother to come, would I just lay awake, staring at the ceiling until the lights click on?

I wonder what I would be like afterwards? Could I go back to my usual routine? What if I never could go back, and was perpetually stuck in "prison mode"?

How would you explain to people that think you are an alright citizen that you actually did time? I wonder what my family would think, and what I would make up instead of telling the whole truth (because lets be honest, I wouldn't tell my grandma every detail).

I wonder what I would have done to get myself in that situation. I hope nothing that would haunt me forever...


Speaking of crimes, have I ever mentioned the time I was in a Rite Aid that was robbed? It wasn't like held up at gun point or anything that organized, just a crazy dude stealing some boozes and getting tackled right next to me. I remember the liquor was Jack Daniels, it smelled almost immediately after it smashed onto the yellow linoleum floor, like a stink bomb. Two security guards took him down, but he managed to wriggle free, and ran around the store.  They caught up with him mid-lap, and threw him down hard onto the cashier's station. I literally threw my cash down and bolted out of there--I wasn't about to become one of those people who freeze up during a conflict and becomes a fatal casualty of a drugged up thief. No way, no.

I don't know what happened after that. There wasn't anything in the news, but that's probably because the news doesn't really care about a simple attempted robbery at a Rite Aid in the middle of Long Beach. There are bigger fish to fry.

I just could never look at that Rite Aid the same again, nor any other one too.

Anyway, enough talk, here's some stuff from the weekend:


Record shopping at Captain Nemo's:

5K for Boston fund with DJDLee (still can't believe we ran the whole thing):

Our group of ladies (mid run pose obvi.):

So tired! It's like 8am-ish: 

Record wall lookin' good:

Hot blooded (my go-to karaoke song):

Thats it boos!

Personally Speaking...

I guess I should come clean and start writing a little bit more about life, rather than just cool crap I find online. I seem to gravitate more towards personal blogs anyway, so I should probably give back and add a little story here and there, right? That's the whole point of this anyway I guess! Ok, here goes nothin!

This is my summer, in that I plan on making this summer way better than last summer. I've been broke for far too long now and I'm tired. I need to get back to basics and just enjoy life a little more, and worry a little less. I'm going to write my tush off, workout like crazy, and actually go to the beach! I need some waves in my life ASAP. 

Summer for me is about enjoying the sunshine. Literally, just sitting in it, soaking it up. Enjoying sunsets too, like this one from outside Target: 

I know right?! Cool and random! Target is where it's at in this town, btdubs. 

Well I'm going to make some tea now, I'm addicted to this mellow blend from The Secret Garden in SLO! Ill fill you in on the deets when I visit it next. Cool place! 

Phases and Human Looks

First of all, side bar: Why did I find this site right after the 4th of July?!? Dramnit!!

Moving on, I go through phases with my usual outfits (as we all do right?, maybe?) and I have been feeling the color black lately. Call me crazy, with this heat wave, it's not easy task. I may be sweating my face off, but I just can't get away from all/mostly black outfits...tragic I know. But after finding all those cool patriotic shirts and tanks at the site above, I have found a ton of graphic T's and tanks that I now want. And they aren't all black! (I think my phase is ending). Check 'em out boos:

Just fun and silly, and that's what summer is for right? Right!

Thanks for the laughs, (Look) Human. You just get me! 

Have a silly day boos :)

AMERICA I LOVE YOU

These were taken from my friend's FB page, I'd link her but I don't even link this blog to my FB page, sooo, there you go with that...

Also, I don't have everyone in these pics because obviously I didn't ask them all to make a cameo. 

^^With the first place winner of the costume contest--he beat me by a hair, or rather very patriotic sunnies! 

^^I got a pearl tie and a 40oz, which is a first place prize in my book, just sayin...

Can't go wrong with a Pabst! (I mean, it won a blue ribbon for cryin' out loud!)

^^Umm so this face is pretty common for me. What do you think? hahaha

^^This is my awesome party throwing coworker who had the best 4th party EVER! So glad to work with her. She's become a great friend too! :) 

Also (this is mainly for my mom), the tattoos are fake!! Don't worry, I didn't get twin snakes tattooed on my boobs. 

If you find yourself covered in temporary tattoos and realize that you need them removed sooner rather than later, wet wipes are the way to go. They have some at every grocery store entrance, so there isn't really a good excuse that you don't have access to one either. Just sayin. They take a little bit of work to remove them completely, but it's much faster than waiting a week for them to fade. 

And that's it! Hope your 4th of July was full of patriotic bliss and fun!! It's nice to forget for a little bit about your usual routine and just relax...


Also...NEW HAIR! NEW HAIR!

Goodbye five inches, hello easy summer 'do!