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I am ashamed to be honest… I used to do the Irish Drinking songs game a month out but as it is we’re starting today. So here we are, every Irish Drinking Song I find worthy between here and St Patrick’s Day… starting off with U2!

I know its super cool to hate U2. Except they are really from Ireland. And aside from being crazy successful, they’re very talented. One of the best shows I’ve ever been to was seeing U2 and PJ Harvey with my dad in So Cal. Say what you want, but you get your money’s worth seeing these guys.

I’m taking this party to the air on the 4th. So if you want to hear something….



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Oh the humanity

So if you follow me on Facebook, you know I’ve been really sick. Long story short I had a kidney infection and may have had it for well over a month. I finally went to a different Urgent Care at the Enloe building out off of 32. What a difference in choices of urgent care makes! I actually was treated like a person and given medicine that has helped me a lot and so after three days off of work and doing absolutely nothing but going to the drug store again on Saturday, I decided to try to go with Ben to Costco today because we’d run out of all of our Costco products that we like to buy there and were kind of tired of buying what we call “stop gap,” supplies (over priced toilet paper at the grocery store, trash bags every week instead of like once every 2 months, etc) and he needed gas, so we got in the car and went on out there around 11:30 or so. I mean it’s football Sunday. Most ‘Mericans are hanging out in front of their televisions or maybe still at church. Sunday is usually the best day to go, if you go early enough.

Unless of course it’s the WEEKEND BEFORE THANKSGIVING. Guh, I’m such a pillowcase. I totally forgot Thanksgiving was even coming, much less that it was NEXT WEEK. With being sick and everything the days just sort of melted together and I kept wondering why my friends were posting their Vegan recipes online all over Pintrest or whatever.

The parking lot didn’t look bad. Even the electronics department was semi manageble.

Then we waded into the area where the Christmas decorations are now located and of course where there are the endless feed troughs of samples and it was just… well carnage.


We’re talking people pushing and shoving just to get to taste some cheese, baskets clanging into each other, babies just SCREAMING at the top of their lungs (hey babies, I get it, I felt like doing that too), oblivious people just standing, like totally JUST STANDING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE AISLE. Like staring into space. I wanted to hold up mirrors under their noses to make sure they weren’t the undead or something. I got to see a guy in a cowboy hat and a Dale Earnhart shirt cussing his kid, always a good time. To add to the ridiculousness Costco was sampling a full Thanksgiving dinner today. You got a little plate and they loaded it up with tiny bites of a Thanksgiving dinner. You can imagine what kind of bottle neck that built up.  It was just so loud and ridiculous I wanted out. Plus the fact I’m still feeling the after effects of being sick, so I was in no mood for this. We got my Amy’s Frozen Burritos and the rest of the essentials and bounced. Costco we may not see you until after Christmas, dude. It’s not you, it’s not me, it’s everyone else.

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Thirty Three

In a few days I’ll be 33 years old. But what does that number even mean?

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Yes, for those of you who follow me on Facebook, I went camping this weekend.

People have this image of me as this posh girl who can’t be outdoors unless it’s a bar patio or next to a hotel pool but it’s not true. I’m actually a former Girl Scout and used to camp pretty frequently. Also day trips to the beach when you don’t want to go back up to the house? That’s camping too, because you have to plan for your days food and other rations.  Anyway Ben had to go to Eagle Lake for his thesis and so we drove up on Sunday and stayed in a tent and made tomato soup and then ate tofu dogs and potato salad for breakfast because that’s okay when you’re camping.


Eagle Lake, Ca


Ben going out to get a sample of the water or something

Me standing next to Eagle Lake, sans shower or Make Up


Camp Grounds


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Happy Birthday Ben

It is my boyfriend’s birthday today and since he really didn’t want anything other than to go camping on Sunday and to have a small get together with our friends, this blog is my gift to him.

Dear Ben-

Happy Birthday!

I just wanted you to know that I love you, and fully appreciate you.  Things  haven’t ever been easy for us and you take everything with such grace and patience that I am in awe of you. Almost nothing upsets you. Your logical android/Vulcan mind just takes over and you just handle things. It’s amazing to me since I’m usually in a panic or yelling with my hot headed temper I’m pretty sure I got from my mom’s Greek family. But you, you just look at everything and either step in and fix or at least find a way to get through whatever is going on. That’s one of your best traits.

Ben and I in Bidwell park

But you aren’t just this  logical creature, you are a lot more. You are kind of a kid at heart and it’s always so funny to see you wanting to dress up a cat or watch children’s shows with me or sometimes teasing me just to get the “cute voice” out of  me. You like gadgets just like a teenage boy and you are hilarious when you play video games about twice a year.  You like to play. You like to do silly things. A lot of people don’t know that, but you have this wonderful silly side that makes me smile so big.

And my smile. You fixed it. You got me to do something I was afraid of doing so badly that I hadn’t done it in 16 years. But you got me to go to the dentist. You got them to take care of me. You got my smile back and I am really grateful for that. (Even though I gripped and cried the whole time.)

One night in the back of the Bear


Also you love a good food adventure and I’m a sucker for that. It could be time to get Jamaican food or sushi or you wanting me to invent food and you will eat anything I make, even if it doesn’t turn out like the pictures on the internet. You always eat what I make and ask for seconds and swear to me it was good. It’s okay to lie then so I smile because you want me to be happy.

And that’s a really endearing quality about you too: You want me to be as happy as you are. If it means buying me socks (You seemed so horrified that I didn’t own socks after living in flipflop central for 8  years and really only needing like 3 pairs of socks max!) You want me to feel good about myself and to succeed and I am so grateful to you for that. You are a everything any girl could hope for and so much more.

Plus you ain’t bad lookin and I’d say an above average kisser 😉 And you don’t snore even though you do sleep sideways and always take my pillow. The not snoring trumps all.

This one time at Duffys

Ben, I love you very much and I’m very lucky to have you in my life. I hope this is a wonderful birthday for you and the next of many I get to spend with you.





This is the first year in my entire life I will not be spending Thanksgiving with my family. I know, whaaaaa you big baby, suck it up, most Grown Folks don’t spend every holiday with their family. So I guess I’ve been trying to downplay how much this totally sucks.

I actually have no idea what we’re doing. I thought about making dinner but most of my friends who are also not going home already have plans. Maybe I’ll just wake up early on Thursday morning, see Hello Kitty on the TV and go back to bed. Maybe I’ll be so tired of Thanksgiving food after this weekend of parties I won’t even care on Thursday. Maybe I’ll cook a million things that I’ll end up throwing out. Maybe I’ll go to the go to there for their Thanksgiving pot luck. Maybe…