Packing for San Diegooo

The boyf and I are heading down to San Diego for a long weekend of relaxation and ridiculosity, so I decided to stay in and prep for the mayhem.

First and foremost, I had to walk the little rascal before she tore down the house. Luckily for her, we were able to coordinate a visit with her boyfriend Nick. They shared a nice sprint around the yard and a romantic dinner consisting of grass for Izzy and Izzy's leg for nick.

If only my relationship was this romantic.

Now it's time to peel myself away from HGTV and Just Mango from Trader Joe's to start the packing process. Since I'm feeling especially lazy, I think I'll begin with writing a starter to-do list. As I am the queen of overpacking, I'm sure there will be much more to come.

1. Make the ultimate playlist including, but not limited to: Steve Miller Band, Hall and Oates, The Stones, Britney, and assorted 90's pop hits.
2. Put the Limited Edition American flag Budweiser 30 rack in the trunk. If I forget everything else, at least I have the essentials.
3. Gently pack my 4th of July outfit. I can't reveal it yet, but I will tell you that a 4 dollar T-shirt from Ebay is a key element.
4. Tuck away my Army Ball souvenir shot glass. Just doing my part to support our armed forces.
5. Update my TomTom as I get lost in my own (non-walk in) closet.

Mmm take a look at that. I guess Daniel looks ok too.

I have to be at work tomorrow at 6:45 so I best get crackin! 33 hours until San Diego!

Creepin' Round the Clinic

Thursdays are physical therapy clinic days, which is essentially 5% helping therapists and 95% creepily peeking over their shoulder trying to see what they're doing. Today was the first day I was there for the full 6 hours, so I was able to see a whole slew of patients.

My lurking face. Also pictured: my professional attire.

My first patient was a little old girl that literally has 4 times the amount of eyelashes I do...when I'm wearing falsies. I didn't know it was possible to be jealous of a 4 year old but apparently I'm the exception to the rule. We got to kick things over and jump on the tramp(oline) and pretend that I wasn't an old fogey trying to be 5 years old again.

A picture of me at the clinic today.

One thing that really stuck out with me today was the lovingness of 2 of the husbands caring for their wives. Both women were severely disabled and required much care and attention, but the men treated them with as much love and care as if they were newlyweds. One man (who was wearing a very sweet USA leather jacket, might I add), refused to leave his wife's side for 10 minutes until she gave him a kiss goodbye. Now that's what I call love, my friends.

Now that I'm done being all sappy I'm gonna go grub on some salmon straight from Peggy's Kitchen. I think I've earned it considering I spent a long day on my feet trying to follow the physical therapists at a relatively creep-less distance.

Preguntas:

Exhibit A. These babies are gold.

Ladies, do you/have you worn false eyelashes? Are you a fan?

When I met my boyfriend I happened to be wearing fake eyelashes. He makes fun of me all the time, saying that his friends called me "eyelashes" for 2 weeks straight until I was worthy enough for them to learn my name. I say those puppies are what reeled him in.

Get all Oprah with me and tell me the best way to show somebody that you love them.

If you bring me fro yo just how I like it without it melting in the car, I will be yours forever.

Random Fact Attesting to my Weirdness (RFAW) #3: All of the slacks I own are too big for me, so I usually just safety pin them all caddywhompus until they look like maybe they weren't built for Andre the Giant. Today I was feeling lazy so I just rolled them and spent my entire day hiking up my pants like a true professional.

Power Yoga and Power Cleaning

After a long day of sitting on my bootay, sweating up a storm on my yoga mat sounds pretty darn good. Wednesdays are Power Yoga days with Stacy, which translates into a legit ass-kicking for me. For some reason I wasn't feeling like a 400 pound woman named Beatrice today, so I left the class feeling refreshed and pretty bad-ass.

Once I finished taking miss Izzy on a little stroll around the neighborhood, I decided it was probably time to start tackling the overwhelming mess that also happens to be my room.

Not too bad, right?

Wrong.

Oh, and don't worry, there's more in the garage.

First task: tackle the millions of letters sitting on my dresser. I am the worst with mail - I open it, read it once, and throw it somewhere to read all over again 2 weeks later. We're not just talking silly little things like overdue medical bills, this also includes items like my dad's wedding invitation (sorry, Dad - I'm sending in my RSVP right now!)

Random Fact Asserting my Weirdness (RFAW) #2: There are few things in this world I hate more than fitted sheets. You can't fold them or put them on without one corner coming off as you pull the other one over the mattress...grrrrr don't even get me started.

Umm...you're a WHAT?

pes·ca·tar·i·an

noun \ˌpe-skə-ˈter-ē-ən\

: one whose diet includes fish but no meat

Yep, I eat fish and seafood. Nope, I don't have a personal vendetta against aquatic vertebrates. So why eat them and spare our furry land-dwelling friends?

Animal Luv-r 4 Lyfe! (I'm the hottie on the right)

1) Pescetarianism is arguably one of the healthiest diets around. Fish has tons of lean protein and is chock-full of omega-3s without all the fatty-McFat-fat having a field day in your arteries.

2) I am in the midst of a passionate affair with sushi. And I like my sushi how I like my men: ridiculous, saucy, and full of yummy surprises.

I also like my men like Jackie Chan.

3) The fish industry uses far fewer resources than the livestock industry. I'm also in a long-term relationship with our environment (shh, don't tell sushi) and try to do what I can to help out our Mama short of making myself insane. Instead of swearing off showering (see RFAW below) and living in complete darkness after 8 PM, I do my part through my diet (and, of course, recycling like a fool).

4) Let's face it: it's easier than going straight vegetarian or vegan. I hate it when I tell somebody that I'm vegetarian and they think that we can only dine at the Vegan Granola Hippie Cafe. Eating fish and shellfish assures that I pretty much can eat at any restaurant like a normal human being.

Notice that I said like a normal human being, as I am anything and everything but normal.

And now it's your turn!

Are you a vegetarian? Vegan? Lacto-ovo-pesce-tarian? Any particular reason why you've chosen this lifestyle?

What food are you in a love affair with?

Random Fact Attesting to my Weirdness (RFAW) #1: I refuse to shower unless I've worked out. Or I notice that people no longer sit next to me in our department meetings.