July 28, 2011

viva las




play this song, seriously. 
i was NOT prepared for its awesomeness. 

happy bachelorette ricki! 
let's do the damn thing.

xo

July 26, 2011

instagr.am aniac


i might be obsessed with it. 
so simple. 

you can take photos on your phone, upload them and share wherever you'd like. 
or nowhere at all. 

you can see others' photos. 
you can like or comment on them. 
see if someone likes your photos. 

filters are fun.
abuse 'em a bit. 

@vickichristine






xo

another hour of work?!

oh, say it isn't so. 


xo

July 25, 2011


this is what we call taking full advantage of the natural wind blowing through a hole in the top of the party bus you might find yourself on during your average saturday evening, while drinking a warm stella.

xo

July 24, 2011

fotobooth, volumen cinco


what's the difference between an issue and a volume, anyway?
i think i shall use them interchangeably. 
same goes for languages.





monday is just another day. 
que sera, sera.

xo

July 20, 2011

david beckham and why i'm going to be a mother

...someday.



this photo of david beckham and his new baby girl, harper seven, might be enough to make me leave work, rescue hank from his office, and have some birth control free, baby making sex...like, now.

also reminds me to schedule a hair appointment for hank.
because, damn, that hair is sexy.

xo

July 19, 2011

on deciding it is so



do you ever notice how something is not something until you decide that it is.

at work, this area is not a meeting area until it is; until someone chooses to have a meeting here. then, it is a meeting spot that even others will use - and no one will talk about it. they'll just start using it like it was always the place.

your coworker tells you they know a lot about excel. you go to them for all of your excel problems, so do other people. they start getting invited to meetings. they used to be the receptionist, now they run the accounting department.

your parents were just people before they had you. two people who fell in love or lust and got pregnant, thought oh shit, and then tried their best (hopefully). they don’t have all the answers, they're not above treating you well, they may not even have a clue what they're doing. they had a child; they were parents. it was decided.

people will tell you that you can't do something because they've never seen it done. or because they can't do it themselves. or because they just don't get it. but then you do it and it's ok. they forget they told you that you couldn't and just keep going on with their lives. they'll even tell their other friends that they know someone who did this. because now it's something you do, all because you decided not to listen to them and just did it. 

on this note, i've decided i'm a writer.

xo

July 17, 2011

pbm, issue 4!



this is a sort of family installment. 
get pumped.

my dad and rose hosted a bbq/party on saturday. 
there was a lot of tequila involved. 
luckily, tequila is great for photo taking. loosens 'em up, ya know.

1. brother. 
2. brother's gf: erin. she's super rad.
3. rosalba!
4. pops

and because 4 photo strips ain't all that much...

i found this old "modeling" pic from 9th grade = 14 yrs. old. 
i know all you ladies out there took modeling photos with your friends, right? 
right?

truth be told, i still really love this photo. 
that was my FAVORITE sweater. it was a flowery interpretation of the scorpio constellation. 
i'm a leo but i tried to steal it from my bff, nicole, often. 
as in, i might still have it...




happy week, lovers!
xo

July 15, 2011

hello someecards, i love your funny



i was going to just post this card but then i started perusing their whole site and well...
i can't NOT share these with you.

besides, friday should be all about fun. just ask rebecca black. 






and one more nod to friday. 



enjoy your weekend!!
xo

July 13, 2011

scenes from a life







fun in the west.

-

and a piece of the east.




A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policing, and coercion are fruitless. We find that after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us.
- John Steinbeck

xo

July 12, 2011

perspective



as i was editing this image in photoshop, hank wigged out a bit. 

he thought at first, from the side, he was looking at a long view of the beach and ocean. 
the different colors of the sand, dry and then wet.
the water, both green and blue.
an island, with a tree or a boat docked along the edge.
and then the horizon and a hint of blue sky in the distance. 

i flipped this image to see if we could all see the world as hank does. 


maybe with a little help from the gallery, it's even more clear. 


oh, the things we see. 
xo
routinely.


i eat subway for lunch everyday at work. it's my routine and i absolutely love it. i love that each time, my lunch will taste the same. i will hear the same people ask me what kind of sandwich i want (6" veggie on wheat, please), i will see the same people add toppings to the bread, i will answer the same question as they ring me up at the cash register (no, i don't need a copy of my receipt). 


i'm sure there will be days where i don't crave the routine and when i may even hate it. but today, i was so happy just to experience an expectation fulfilled, just as i imagined it. 


my sandwich is gone now. it was delightful. 

xo

the tale of the old bully and the poolside massacre



So, what was the biggest story from The Lafayette Hotel this past weekend?
What were the hipsterati of North Park murmuring over?

Well, I'll tell you.
And it has nothing to do with tattoos or Pabst Blue Ribbon.

"So what happened with the 70 year old lady? I heard you were accosted."

This very question was posed to my pal Jamie while we were lounging in what the North Park locals simply call the pool. To set the scene for you, Lafayette, formerly Imig Manor, is quite inconspicuous. So much so that I've driven past it countless times and never even knew it was there. It's exterior is not entirely common though, with tall columns and a circle driveway, it's almost enticing...once you actually notice it.

We were there because another pal of mine, Carrie, followed her beloved MIHO food truck to the hotel and convinced a few of us to tag along. It's actually a great place to hang out on a sunny, Sunday afternoon. Only $5 to get in, you can lie about, have drinks brought to your towel, grab some grub from the MIHO mobile kitchen and then, when it gets too hot, take a dip in the pool. It would have been an entirely lovely day with friends by the pool, but no. No, no, no, the mar on our happy day came in the form of a "70 year old" woman, desperate to get some time, poolside.

There is one open entrance to the pool. It's guarded by a security guard asking for your ID and a cashier asking for your dollar bills. Off to the side, there is another closed gate that can also open to the pool. It is locked on the outside and if I can remember correctly, trimmed with caution tape, to alert all sneaky sneakers that they are at the wrong door. Because we arrived slightly later than the rest of the crowd, we set up shop in the corner, right in front of the closed-off gate. And after a few hours in that spot, we had a visitor.

She stood, behind some bushes, staring through the gate's bars at our group. Jamie, being the only person facing away from the pool, thus toward the gate, made eye contact with...well, we'll call her OLWABL -  pronounced: ol-wabble, an acronym for "old lady with a broken leg."

OLWABL: "Ma'am. Ma'am. Maa'aaaam!"
Jamie: "huh?" (confused/uncomfortable look on her face)
OLWABL: (mouthing) "open the gate"
Jamie: "what? no."
OLWABL: (mouthing/whispering/yelling) "ma'am. open the gate. let me in!"
Jamie: "um, no."

We're all half-turning around to see who's she's talking to. The music and people chatter mask any sound the woman might be making. All I saw was an old lady face, mouth agape, staring at what I thought could have been Jamie. Though, it was hard to tell. She could have been catatonic for all I knew.

A poolboy eventually lets her in. He's young. Later, when we asked him if he knew her, he replied that he didn't and he had only let her in because she asked him to. And well, I guess he learned to respect his elders - even when they're trying to sneak into a pool party of young people that only costs $5 in the first place.

Anyway, OLWABL gets in. She hobbles over to Jamie, gets right in her face and says:

"I really needed your help. I'm a 70 year old woman with a broken leg. 
You must not be from San Diego because people
 here are nice."

to which Jamie replies: 
"You look like you're walking just fine
on that broken leg."

Now, I know what you might be thinking...what a way to respond to an old woman with a broken leg! But I'm telling you, this lady was MEAN. She was intimidating and downright rude. She walked to the other side of the pool, made someone bring her a chair, slathered sunscreen all over her nose (leaving it there, lifeguard steeze), sat down and stared Jamie down. For minutes, maybe hours, on end. It was creepy. 

Then, on her broken leg, 15 minutes after her first attack, she got up, walked around the pool and again, got in Jamie's face. 

"You should be ashamed of yourself."

(gah, give it up already lady. YOU snuck in here. if you know Jamie, you know she is a lover of rules. letting some random lady in the wrong door at a party we've never been to before?? 
- um, i don't. think. so.) 

Between her repeated scoldings and stare-down skills, she made for an interesting afternoon. Several people came up and asked us about it. Each one of them equally shocked and justifiably frightened by OLWABL. Even as the day drew to a close, she walked (walked!) slowwwwly by, giving Jamie her best creep stare, like a predator, eyeing her prey...and all with a broken leg. 

Man, if I ever break a leg, let it be like that. 
And if an old lady ever visits the pool again, let it happen when we're not there. 

xo

July 11, 2011

photo booth monday - issue 3, super-sized!

i know, i know, there was no photo booth monday last week. 
apparently, weekly installments get holidays in their contract. good for them, i say!

so today, to make up for the week lost, i bring you a super-sized version. 
i hope you enjoy.


1. that's ger. he's dope. we were at a concert (foster the people) to celebrate his turning 29. welcome to the club, gerbsteeze. we also enjoyed some picklebacks - whiskey and pickle juice. try it. 
2. that's nat. she's also dope. and as you can see in photo #3, she's also a hipster. finger mustaches are a clear sign. note the scary birthday kid in the background. 
3. that's all of us at le concert. we were drinking these and listening to them:

pbr, the quintessential hipster beverage of choice. when in rome. 

4. jamie just bought a house, remember. she, carrie and i enjoyed her spa the other night. proof!
5. whilst jamie was on the phone, carrie and i made funny faces at my iphone. 
6. that's trey and jolie. we were very drunk last night. but i think my team won the game of hearts we were playing so 'sall good. 

here comes the super-size part. 
two sets of booth photos! 

jolie and i have been friends for about 20 years now. we grew up next door to each other. and after we spent some time together yesterday (hotel pool, sushi, games at the house!), i dug up an oldie but goodie. do we look any different??





enjoy your monday. have a fabulous week.
take lots of pictures!
xo

July 8, 2011

party kids

i found a card in my purse yesterday. 
it was a "view your photos online here!" card from the fleetwood
so i looked on their site and found this:


reactionary thoughts went something like this...

1. what's up with hank's hair?
2. am i really that tan?
3. i should so get a smaller purse for dance parties like this.

xoxoxoxoxoxoit'sfridayyay!xoxoxoxoxo

July 7, 2011

lingerings







i'm back home, on the west coast, and am slowly moving into real life again. but still present are the lingerings, the hankerings, the longing to be where i just was. good thing i have plenty of pictures to cling to.

xo

July 1, 2011

contagious


how much do you want to yawn right now? 


look at that hand! and those lips! and that nose! oh, baby.


baby pics of mommy and daddy adorn the entryway. 
we love comparing little owen to these. 
oh, who will he turn out to be?

xo