June 2, 2010 by Miss

A girls weekend away to you might mean dancing, dressing up in heels, spa treatments, and drinks.

To me, it means princess gowns, the sound of plastic heels click clacking on hard floors, giggles, and lots of cuddles.

Since my life is consumed with all things 9 year old boy, any time I get to go and be an Auntie to my two favorite Princess’, I do it. It helps that they belong to Nic and Kel because that means I get to have fun with them too. This also usually means good food, a new movie (this month’s was Sex and the City 2)(LOVED IT!) and lots of wine and laughter.

Even though we filled a lifetime’s worth of talking about poop and vomit this past weekend (you really don’t want to know), we all still had a really great time AND we managed to get some work done.

These are some of my people and I wouldn’t trade them for anything.

April 28, 2010 by Miss

Although I shouldn’t be shocked by this anymore, I’m always thrown for a loop when the wonderful people on this here Internet come together.

Our girl Piper had her heart shattered. In the process of this, OUR hearts shattered too. We wept, we got angry, we felt all the emotions she felt and on top of it, we felt helpless because we wanted to help our friend. That’s the troublesome part of the Internet, the distance it creates between hearts that love.

So we did what we could. We formed a little militia group. We organized. We plotted. And we’ve come together to love our friend and close the gap of miles between us as best we could.

Piper, we love you. We hope you can feel it.

You are loved. Not just by us:

Amy – Dooblevay
Heather – Soft Skies
Jenny Grace – Miss Disgrace
Melisa – Suburban Scrawl
Melissa – Rock and Drool
Mishi – Secret Agent Mama
Nic – Red Lotus Mama
Diane – Momo Fali
Rachel – A Southern Fairytale
Sarah – Sarahndipitea
Tara – If Mom Says OK
Weaselmomma – World of Weasels

January 27, 2010 by Miss

At Disneyland of all places…

Wordless Wednesdays

November 20, 2009 by Miss

Sometimes, all you need is your girls. I’ve been planning on heading down to see Nic for a few months now, under the ruse of seeing New Moon. In reality, all I really wanted was to hang out and drink our regular 2 bottles of wine. It’s not like I need an excuse, its just easier to justify our love of wine this way.

When it comes down to it, you can’t turn down some good girl talk, red wine, garlic bread, and mutual blogging. (NaBloPoMo means you can’t just sit around drinking and talking crap.) See we’re both sitting here, laptop next to laptop, blogging. Except she’s probably blogging about something legit and here I am well… you’re reading, you can see.

We just came from dinner with Flo, who I miss terribly. Dinner at a brewery, staying after the food is gone to share another round of beers just to talk, to compare stories, to remember that we’ve all been there, that as many tragedies that we have in common, we are good. We toast to our happiness, to new life changing opportunities and rejoicing in the fact that we have taken the steps to better ourselves.

Oh and we talk about those assholes that have done us wrong too. Fuck those guys.

Oh and screw my stupid GPS that made me cry on the way out to San Diego, stuck on NY time and location. I get it GPS, I’m *not* in New York anymore. I get it. *sob* I can’t think about that because I do have alcohol in my system and I really don’t think that Nic wants a big sobby mess on her hands. Not tonight anyways, maybe tomorrow.

November 19, 2009 by Miss

… somewhere only we know.

November 9, 2009 by Miss

I am not in a good place today. Once a month, one day a year, a 24-36 hour period and I am pure hormones. Every little thing makes me tear up, or get angry, or harp on bitterness. It’s totally unhealthy and I shouldn’t leave the house on days like this. Usually it starts in the evening and carries on till the next day. I just can’t deal well with reality during this time and I blow things entirely out of proportion. Scary right?

Driving home, the sunset was so beautiful that I cried. I cried because I was watching it alone. I cried because I literally hurt from lack of physical contact. A hug, an arm to snuggle under, lips. It aches.

I got home and I totally lost it, knowing that my friend was being brave for her daughter while they both had to say goodbye to a man that made them a family again. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her daughter look at her dad the way she looked at him and their connection made me so happy for all of them. It also brought back the raw intensity of saying goodbye at an airport but I’m excited that she has days to count down, that she knows when she gets to see her love again. (92 days is NOTHING.)

I’m sitting here now wiping away tears, with a painful lump in my throat just writing this. Which tells me that I probably shouldn’t even have this page open.

So.

That’s all there is today. Let’s hope that I don’t need any tissues tomorrow. Back to curling up with Law and Order SVU.

November 5, 2009 by Miss

I love hate to brag but, I’m pretty lucky. Wherever I go, I’m surrounded by people who have a natural ability to make me laugh and smile. I enjoy this life and the people that I am smart enough to include in it.

They are allowed in because they make me laugh, and they let me be completely rediculous.

(She’s laughing at lord knows what on my phone)

I love having the ability to laugh on a pretty consistent basis. It cleanses me. Laughing so hard that I can’t breathe is one of my favorite things to do. I only hope that anyone reading is as lucky as I am.

Who brings laughter to your world?

September 17, 2009 by Miss

You are beauty defined.

I truely believe that it was nothing short of fate that made our paths cross. We were both at a crossroads, both dealing with relationship problems, and trying to figure out if maybe we were sisters somehow because our parents ended up on the same cruise. (I am STILL convinced they were on the same boat.)

We went from talking every day (wait, we still do that), to meeting up for Mexican food and margaritas, to coffee at Barnes and Noble, to you welcoming me into your home, even if I was there to steal all your money. You introduced me to the best cheeburgers I’ve ever had and split more bottles of wine with me than I’d care to admit to. Your parents treat me and my son like we are family and I love them as much as I love my own parents. Your daughter is one of my favorite kids in the world and her smile can cheer me up in a heartbeat.

I love you for so many reasons. You’ve always been there for me. I’ve never once, not for a second, doubted our friendship or how long it would last. You’ve talked me thru so many problems and you’ve been my biggest cheerleader because you always want to see me be my best. You recognized the best parts of me that I didn’t even realize existed. You’ve taught me so much about how to be a better person and I can only hope to one day show as much grace and humility as you are able to. You are beauty, inside and out and those of us lucky enough to know you, know just how lucky we are.

I love that we met with similar problems, hurting because of the men boys in our lives. I love even more so that we are both in SUCH better places, that we both are on the path to getting that “happily ever after”. You’ve shown me that I deserve that and you know how much you deserve it too. Thank you for swooning when I first used “we”. Thank you for always asking after him, and making sure that we are doing well. Thank you for being excited about my upcoming trip and for helping me get past my fears and insecurities.

I can’t wait until we are neighbors and then I wont have to travel 2 hours to split a bottle of wine with you. Not that I mind, I’d drive 10 times as far to spend time with you, my friend.

Happy Birthday love. I hope that you enjoy this wonderful day and embrace it.

Thank you for loving me so much.

September 14, 2009 by Miss

What happens when QueenofSpain has a shitty month?

ErinPalooza 2009.

Rumor has it that Erin just wanted to have a little get together. She says that she wanted to BBQ and invite a few people over. But as most things do, anything Erin does, she does all the way. So a Facebook event was made. She announced it to her 15,000+ followers on twitter. And… as they say… “If you build it, they will come.”

Or, in this case, if you offer up sandwiches, a pool, and a keg, they will come:

Drink cups will be made by the only one of us talented enough to be creative:

So much Patron will be drank, that another trip to BevMo becomes necessary:

People will come from far and wide, from San Diego, the San Gabriel Valley, coastal towns, and even as far as Canada, just to experience ErinPalooza.

Food will be brought and shared amongst friends:

You know the night was a good one when all the party people are pool side, feet in the water, some pushed in, some thrown in, and some… naked.

Now that I have no photos of. Sorry. If you want to see naked ass, I guess you better come to next years ErinPalooza.

There’s going to be a next year right Erin? Please say yes.

This party was a blast. I got to meet new fun bloggers, and see good friends again, too many to list. The whole Flickr set is here if you are interested. And you know you are.

September 1, 2009 by Miss

You are amazing.

I was going through all the photos from Chicago, for this post, and of course I started tearing up. I miss you so much. I’m sitting here and I’m thinking that anything I say will never do enough justice to explain to the world not only how much I love you, but how amazing of a person you are. But I don’t think I need to do that.

You shine. From first impression, you can stop a room in its tracks. The second you walked into the lobby of the Sheraton, I knew. I turned towards the door and there you were, and I just took a second and I stared because I had to etch that memory into my brain. After we hugged, we just launched into conversation like we had left it behind only minutes before and we were just picking up right where we left off. The whole weekend was like that.

We have this knack for finding each other when we need each other the most and I can’t ever tell you how grateful I am for you. Yes, you stress me out. Yes, you make me want to shake you sometimes. But damn it Maria, I just can’t quit you. I’d never want to because you’ve always loved me, you’ve always held my hand, and you never let my secrets shock you, when you weren’t busy calling me out on them first. You can read me like a damn book. Thank goodness because you make it easier for me to just let it all out because you don’t need an explanation.

I miss you friend. I want you to start embracing these scary things called birthdays because the more time that passes, the more memories we get a chance to make.

Because who else could make this look as damn good as it does?

That’s straight gangster…ish.

Enjoy your third 23rd birthday beauty. You are timeless.