I had the strangest experience.. I was out to eat with 3 girlfriends and up walked a couple of guys I went to high school with one gave me the typical side hug.. the other walked up and did a one note chuckle and walked on... just, "Ha!" or it was more like a "Huh!" ... it has plagued me for weeks now... it's the perfect crime... I can't wait to use this on someone... WHO DOES THAT?!? What does it mean?!?  Mind F'd.

Serious business... 

A) it's been FAR TOO LONG in between ramblings/posts.
2) I watched Paranormal Activity (the first one) last night... F-That... more on that later
III) I NEED Sleep.
D) I really dislike scary movies... 
5) since 2 through D all have to do with the same Subject let us dive into that story.


Let me begin with saying I am an uber... UBER wuss... Saturday night we had a couple of friends whom also happen to be a couple... which really isn't the surprise... we met them that way... over to the house.  We thought it being Halloween weekend and all we'd have some grub and watch something spooky.  So we did... we watched The Descent ... not to be confused with decent or dissent... no there was nothing decent about the movie... there was a bit of dissent however among the characters...  What does that have to do with #2 outlined above you ask... I'm getting there.   So we watch the movie... if you haven't watched it... here is the review:

Mmk, so I can handle that... I screamed but afterward we all watched Monsters Inc and I slept like a baby that night... because it was fake, and I have no immediate plans of going into a cave.

So the next day, yesterday, we decide in the middle of the day to try Paranormal Activity.

Pros
- it's daylight
- I can close my eyes if I want to

Cons
- I am already planning on closing my eyes
- it's not going to stay daylight for long
- It takes place in a bedroom... I do have immediate plans involving sleep in the bedroom that very evening.

Maybe you can see where I'm going here... if not here is what happened... Hunka and I talked about the "special effects" ex) girl being pulled out the the bed and across the floor without us seeing anything... duh, same way they did Soul Surfer... dude was head to toe in a green man group outfit.  Regardless, I woke up at 2 am, therefore Hunka was up and 2 am with me requesting him to cuddle, then watch TV, then turn on the sound machine... we did this for about 2 hours.  And Hunka earned MAJOR brownie points for being sweet and understanding when I acted like a 5 yr old at a slumber party needing to physically touch him (ie. practically wedge myself in-between his body and the bed) at all times.   He also said I'm no longer allowed to watch anything more scary than Finding Nemo... and I agree.

Cheers to a peaceful, hard, happy sleep tonight!  Happy Halloween

Hunka Hunka took me on a glorious vacay this past weekend... why you ask?... why not would be his answer... and it was wonderbar!  He had been planing it for 2 months... and only told me where we were going a few days prior for packing reasons...

a) the guessing game was delightfully fun
b) he is REALLY good at keeping secrets, I could never...
    b.1) I can't even buy presents too far in advance, due to my over excitement and big mouth.
c) he is really good at throwing me off... he made reference to a passport... so I was like where do you go for 4 days ?
   c.1) Canada?  Really?
   c.2) Mexico?... hmm probable
   c.3) Chicago? ... maybe he's trying to throw me off with the passport... NO, I do not think Chicago is   
          another country... sheesh give me some credit!

This delightful endeavor didn't go without many awkward moments... brought to you by yours truly... I swear only this crap would happen to me. without further ado... I'll give you pictures... then stories...  

Mmk, let's start with the most awkward moments...

Awkward Moment 1
I had not been feeling 100% and sure as heck didn't want to ruin our vacation... so what did I do?  I took uber amounts of natural get better stuff... and in a panic I ALSO took a z-pack Hunka had... contrary to a girlfriends advice..  So needless to say... before we were even on the plane to Napa.. I was in the magazine-book-candy-snack-don't-be-bored-on-the-plane-store with the high hopes of finding a good book and a couple bottles of water... once decisions were made and I had in hand "Are You There Vodka? It's Me Chelsea" I went to pull some overpriced tap water from the fridge.  It was one of those vacuum sealed  sliding door type fridges.. and apparently the pure motion of pulling/sliding this door was enough to turn my stomach against me... I immediately set everything down, rand across to Hunka said watch my purse and speed walked like a soccer mom to the restroom...  This, little did I know, became a staple move over the weekend.  ~Mer.

Awkward Moment 2Hunka, being awesome, hired a driver... I felt so fancy, like we should have hoity-toity accents and a new posh tone to our voices... We head out from the hotel... where Driver starts blabbing like she's never spoken to someone before... and I'm like... "SHUT IT" in my head... but the drive is gorgeous, and for heavens sake we have a driver... how annoyed can I get?  I'm taking in the views and starting to just not feel right.. like straight up, I think I may projectile puke allover Driver... so I say... "Mer, I don't feel right"  She says we're running early enough to go to the drug store I am all about that.. and Hunka concurs... so off we go where Hunka chivalrously says, "Stay put, I'll take care of you!" (insert cape here)... but not 30 seconds of sitting there Driver says, "Do you think your preggo? ... I'm like, "Don't you dare say stuff like that around Hunka! Also, what kind of person do you think I am?  I would never give a fetus aged grapes of goodness, that is not how being a mom works." (insert annoyed huff here)... not 5 seconds after that I am hauling a_ _ to the ladies speed walk soccer mom style... yet again... oh joy.

Awkward Moment 3
Now this is my favorite moment... Hunka had also been all romantical and made reservations every night.. .so we were at one of said reservations  with wine poured and laughing and being a couple.. when the waiter brings us bread.. YUMM BREAD! like a zombie I go in for the kill... I grab and tear that bread like I've never eaten in my life... when the unthinkable happens... because had I been thinking it wouldn't have happened... or I hope I'm that smart when thinking... I pull at a diagonal and in one swift motion I knock his water and my wine glass off the table sending them crashing to the floor.  The sweet Texan next to me laughs says stop apologizing leans over and whispers, "S _ _ _ happens" BAH! I love this lady! I also love the tablecloth keeping her white dress white... whew!

Now for the not awkward, shout out moments:

Not Awkward Moment 1
Remember Awkward Moment 2? ... so Driver takes us to the first stop.. and I'm like... woozy.. Hunka gets out of the car when Messy the dog (see above picture) leaps into the car and starts licking my face... I immediately feel better.. Love that dog, and the tour guy who was hired 10 minutes before we got there, spilled wine on himself from overzealously swirling his wine while tasting with us... and wandering around just hoping to find the spots on the tour... it was a hot mess of awesomeness... appropriately so with a pup named Messy... and ended up being one of my favorite of the trip! who knew?!? { Reverie Winery }

Not Awkward Moment 2
Doughnuts! hot, fresh, addicting, delightful doughnuts... and a Bacon Bloody Mary... yep you heard me right... it was so wonderful Hunka made the comment, "Let's just stay here all day and eat doughnuts and chase them with Bacon Bloddy Mary's"... Man I could have... I want to go back... RIGHT NOW... Thank goodness we were heading to Sonoma for day 2 because this place was the tops.. you MUST GO! 
Boon Fly Cafe  - my link feature isn't working temperamental biotch... but you can google it... it's at the Carneros Inn... but not IN the Inn... just apart of the Inn. 

The end.  I loved it... I want to got back.

xoxo,
Kit
 

Sheesh I am a slacker!  I'm sure I'll have many stories after this weekend.. Hunka is taking me to NAPA!!! 

xoxo,
Kit

I often wear skirts to work... particularly one very non-noticeable grey express skirt...  which as of late has been a drifter... like a gypsy of skirts if you will... is it possable that at 5'2" I have a lopsided bum of such magnitude it twists my skirt as I walk?!?  

This sounds like something very unhealthy for me to be worrying about... is there a fear of a lopsided bum? 

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Hold please...I'm googling
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Well all I found were icky blogs talking about lopsided ta-ta's... but I also found there is a fear of unicorns... I have no such fear.

However some of these might apply... who comes up with these? 

Agateophobia- Fear of insanity.
Alliumphobia- Fear of garlic. - Like Vampires are going to shrinks now?Allodoxaphobia- Fear of opinions. - not it


Ambulophobia- Fear of walking. - so you roller-skate?


Anablephobia- Fear of looking up - brought to you by coming to Jesus


Anuptaphobia- Fear of staying single. - All the single ladies, put your hands up!


Androphobia- Fear of men. & Arrhenphobia- Fear of men. ---- why are there two?

Atelophobia- Fear of imperfection. - Gad zooks! That's mine... i kid, i kid


Batophobia- Fear of heights or being close to high buildings. - That's VERY vague... hights or being CLOSE to high buldings... seriously?


Consecotaleophobia- Fear of chopsticks. --- some poor asian probably has this


Decidophobia- Fear of making decisions. - BAHHAHAHA Hunka would totally say I have this!


Geniophobia- Fear of chins.---like double chins?


Harpaxophobia- Fear of being robbed. --- is anyone other than the Hulk not afraid of this?


Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia- Fear of the number 666. --- I am far more afraid to try to learn how to spell that one.  


Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia- Fear of long words. --- appropriately ironic


Lockiophobia- Fear of childbirth. --- as any chick should be.


Malaxophobia- Fear of love play. (Sarmassophobia) --- what in the hell is love play?  Why do they need 2 names


Metrophobia- Fear or hatred of poetry. --- I didn't know hatred and poetry went hand in hand


Oenophobia- Fear of wines. --- what do they think the unopened bottle is going to do to them?


Parthenophobia- Fear of virgins or young girls -- I wish we could make this contagious to all pervs


Pentheraphobia- Fear of mother-in-law. (Novercaphobia) -- the stuff sitcoms are made of... 2 names makes sense to me... one for his mother-in-law and one for mine... however my mom is the bomb... and Mr. Hunka's rocks to *if that day comes


Rhytiphobia- Fear of getting wrinkles. -- I now dub Scottsdale as Rhytiphobia ... you're welcome


Tyrannophobia- Fear of tyrants. --- bloody tyrants!


Walloonphobia- Fear of the Walloons. --- what in the heck is a walloon?


Xylophobia- 1) Fear of wooden objects. 2) Forests. --- no camping or end tables for you!


{via}

Wow... This post is brought to you by an extreme lack of sleep... now I'm a very sleepy curious person... this could get dangerous.

I'm so excited for July!.... hope you like!    I must thank HM Hippie for the gorgeous quote

Today I ventured out after eating Mr. Hunka's amazing homemade Greek with a twist Lasagna leftovers for lunch... I know right? He's Greek...swoon... He cooks... oh bummer he's taken... by me, hooray for me!... sorry about that... So anywho, I go out into the sweltering 114* heat... eff that ... on a quest...
 I NEED CHOCOLATE...STAT!!!  And chocolate is exactly what I got...check the verse...

Yep, that is real life... real beautiful happy woman with hormones life.


I flip the top... grab a spoon of peanut butter (optional) and enjoy.


ahh.... yum... did I mention that it PERFECTLY fits one 11.5oz bag ?... yep...it does..



That's all... Hope your Wednesday is super!


















xo,
Kit

I am officially in quarter life crisis... Yesterday I got into a tizzy of something I have no control over, nor really care about, at work... Which left me thinking this morning (thinking is something I should not do... if to remain content with what I have)...  I was like, "self, why did you even get bothered yesterday... this is not in your 'big picture plan' ?"  So I'm like, "What big picture plan?!?" ...  


I decided I should get ready for work, this consist of making the bed, being goosed by Mr. Hunka's dog ... we'll call him Twittle ... seriously the dog has boundary issues... he doesn't rudly sniff like most dogs... he straight up checks your business for you... stupid Twittle.  I try to pet my adorable puppers, Pogo, but Twittle backs that thing up and runs her over... poor Pogo.  And the best dog by far is Cricket...she doesn't make a sound, lays on her bed... and happily awaits petting like a good dog should... 

Anyway... I'm now on my drive to work... and I see a lady with her baby and dog in a jogging stroller... no wait, the lady and the dog were outside the stroller... the baby was inside... I don't want to falsify my sightings for something far more exciting than they were... Well in my non-exciting sighting I start to have that inner monolog again..."self, would you rather be jogging with a baby and a dog right now?"... "NOPE"... 

So now I'm at work, bleh, and I find myself searching for studio space on craigslist... something I could set up to refurbish furniture in the back... and have a showroom in the front... something that while I'm getting it up and running... I could have appointments for viewing via advertising... then turn into a full fledge shop when I can talk my madre into retiring and joining forces! OR! something I could share with another creative persons... eh hem... HM Hippie... and we could be all "hippie" and free and work and colaberate and get out of this 9-5 death sentance! 

uh look at how flippin cute this space is... I could totally DO WORK SON...

 

Sooner than later I'm going to grow some balls and go for it.  And p to the s... I am so going to serve champagne while my shoppers gander... I mean...who wouldn't want to shop there? I might buy my own stuff!


xo,
Kit