I was chatting with Molls last night about her impending trip to see her seeeeester in La-La and she told me a story about Mason's day at school. They spent some time at the library and had partners. Here is how the conversation went:
Layne: Mason, who did you pick to be your partner?
Layne: Why did you choose Isabella?
Mason: Because she is really HOT.
(cue Molly and Layne DYING laughing)
Oh. My. Goodness. Out of the mouths of babes. That is my little angel man!
Last month, my phone rang at 3:45 AM. Too late to be a bar time chat, too early to be anything reasonable work-wise. Damn near gave me a heart attack. I saw that it was my sister calling so I answered thinking the worst had happened.
I answered and got nothing on the other end. Said hello about 15 times and nada. Finally I heard footsteps and my brother-in-law talking to Emme. He saw what she was doing and picked up the phone and laughed all sorts of hard. Emme was walking around with Molly's phone while they were getting ready for work and she obviously was pushing buttons and dialed me. 6:45 is early for them, but 3:45? Come on! It was pretty funny the next morning. Not so funny as it was happening.
Oh Emme, you're never going to live that one down. And you haven't stopped calling me. Mama- lock your phone!
I had a fun little adventure this past weekend. Some friends organized a trip up to Big Bear. Rent a cabin. Spend some time in the snow and hot tub. Talk smart. Play some cards. Big Bear is 120 miles from LA. You would think it would take 3 hours to get there.
We had insane amounts of rain last week in La La. Which translates into insane amounts of snow in las montanas. It took us around 8 hours to get there. Once we got there, we were told the road to our cabin wasn't plowed. We decided to check out out for ourselves. No dice. Sent the boys trudging through the snow to see if we could dig our way in and the cabin was so buried you couldn't even see the front door. Much like this:
Epic fail. Hotels all sold out. I offered some dude at an inn $100 if we could crash on the couches in his lobby and he wasn't very compassionate to our situation and basically told me to go eff myself. Total douche. All right dude, I didn't want to sleep on your floral couch anyways. So, we ended up deciding at 3:30 to sleep in the car. 4 people. And we left it running. Really smart.
Obsessed with these 2 looks from the Globes last night. A super stunner, Lea Michele. This one is my absolute favorite: And also, the ever so lovely Sandra Bullock:Perfection. Ladies, may I please borrow both of these gowns? Thankyouverymuch.
I just recently purchased this GIGANTIC calendar. You know, so I won't ever forget what day or month it is. Go big or go home is my motto. I saw it at Crate and Barrel, thought about it too long, and then when I went to purchase, it was sold out. Just my luck. I googled it and found one on the Internets. Lucky me, I paid twice as much for it after I decided I had to have it. But alas, it's mine. It arrived yesterday and I cannot wait to hang it! Oh, and some people online who rated it said that the pages (once you tear them off of course) make the cutest wrapping paper.
This is an old stock photo, I didn't order the 2008 version if that's what you're thinking...
It's January. Bathing suits are starting to take over department stores and magazines. Yet I am still seeking cute boots and cozy sweaters. Makes my head spin every year- I feel like it gets earlier and earlier!
While I love getting my tan on, I think I may want to get me a one piecer this season. Thinking a fun color would be good and I am currently plotting to take over the beaches of Southern California in this little number:
Please move back to LA. Let's pretend this whole move-to-San-Francisco thing didn't happen. Ok? Just think, you could have Crispy Rice with Spicy Tuna every day of the week if you wanted. And it doesn't rain every day here. It's annoyingly 75 and sunny. JC Chasez thinks it's a good idea too, by the way. He told me so on Sunday after you left the bar.
I absolutely LOVE going home to Wisconsin over the holidays. I get to see my friends, go to my favorite places, eat some serious cheese curds and watch my beloved Pack! Nothing is better than watching a Packers game in the Geebz.
Going home at the holidays involves seeing family which is always fun. My aunt on my dad's side decorates her house so that anything that is nailed down is holiday themed! Gotta love the Christmas spirit. And those Wisconisinites get pretty creative adding their own "flair" to traditional holiday decor. (Read: cover it in camo and blaze orange. Maybe even throw in a rifle or two). Below is a photo of a blow up snowman in my aunt's yard.
Ingrid isn't the most common name. But apparently it's hard to remember!
I get my nails did at Ibiza Nails because it's close and sometime I just don't feel like hopping over the hill to go to Nail Garden. The owner knows me and she USED to know my name. While on hiatus from work last summer, I also took a hiatus from the little luxuries in life-so responsible of me, I know. I guess my absence was duly noted. She greeted me upon my return with a very enthusiastic hello, followed by a pause and she called me Libby. And it was like she was asking a question. She is so sweet and I didn't have the heart to correct her, I just hoped that the next time I signed in or paid with a credit card, she would take note. Nope! I am, and forever will be Libby to her. So now, I sign in with my alias Libby when I get there.
It's better than my own cousin calling me Gretchen to my face at Christmas. I almost died. My other cousin sitting across from him blew him up, but I don't think I would have corrected him either.
You turn on the boob tube and at any given moment you see someone you know. And what's even more disturbing is that it's someone you've gone on a date with once upon a time, it's like...wait a minute...is that? I know him, I DATED HIM....This city is too small sometimes, I swear.
But it's pretty amazing for people watching and bad plastic surgery spotting. And the weather isn't too shabby either.
My blackberry, which I have had for approximately 31 months (random that I know that) is currently being held together with 2 pieces of scotch tape. I am MORE than overdue for an upgrade from my service provider, there is just one problem. I have commitment issues when it comes to cell phones. It took quite a while for me to decide which blackberry to get in the first place back in 2007. And to complicate things even more, I think I kind of maybe sort of might want an iPhone. Perhaps.
I almost bit the bullet last June, but then I just know that they are going to come out with an even newer and cooler model. The other problem is that MOST of my friends have blackberries (is that the correct plural form for the phone? I know it is for the fruit!). And I use BBM. A lot. I prefer it to texting.
What to do, what to do. I mean, my Curve is working just fine with that good old scotch tape keeping it together.
I think I may sit on it for a few months more. Why not!
Did anyone else who lives in LA notice how eerie the streets of LA were on New Year's Day. Even with all the Buckeyes running about town? I reluctantly peeled myself off the couch ran out to get food in between football games and there was NO one on the streets. Went to the Arclizzle with Patrick (saw Up In The Air- he slept through most of it) and the theater was empty. I mean, it makes sense. People party their Louboutins off on NYE and I didn't exactly go to bed before 4 AM, but I kind of felt like we were being punked. Very strange.
Resolutions? Resolutions. Last year, I vowed to not eat Reese's Pieces for an entire year as a New Year's resolution of sorts. I simply just ate too many in 2008. And I mustered enough self control (it wasn't easy at times) to abstain from those candy coated peanut butter pieces of heaven. Now, excuse me while I open the 1 lb bag that has been waiting patiently for me. I have some reacquainting to do.
PS- had the most RANDOM NYE. But it was filled with lots of fun, laughs, fake Australian accents to tell stories and ended with some dude telling me he liked my 34 B's. Um...