As long as I can remember, my friends and family have described me as accident prone, repeatedly and often.  I never used to give this much creedence, because I had been doing ballet for so long I was convinced that I really was a bastion of grace and elegance. But after the past few months, I'm not so sure anymore. Here are my top few accidents of late:

1. In September I showed up at Splendora HQ sporting quite the cast on my right arm.  When asked by the girls how it happened, I casually threw out "Oh you know, surfing accident."  But when Jessica, our other resident So Cal sweetie, pressed for details on how exactly I fractured my wrist in the water and sand the real truth came out - I tripped over something in the parking lot and got hit between my board and my car. Thanks, Jess.

2. I was home this past weekend, and was rear-ended in Hollywood.  Nothing terrible, except that I was left hobbling around on a knee that's already prone to injury and am now sporting a ridiculous neck brace (my doctor gave me a two-tone one, so that I could be more fashionable). Joy of al joys.

3. As if being in a car accident wasn't bad enough, I went to get a wax yesterday and they tell you to look away and I always thought it was just because of the pain...but apparently also so that you're not peering down as the waxer is pulling off a strip with extreme force...long story short, her hand hit my face and I now have a lovely bruise.

4. And to top this all off, I was walking up to work today and got hit by a ladder. I don't even know why or how. I just do not know.

I guess it's time to concede that I am just a little bit accident-prone.  Any designers ready to make bubble-wrap outfits? 

I was going to post an entry to recap the fateful Big Bear trip...but it necessitates a lot more energy than I have right now, so my resolutions for 08 will have to suffice. :)

1. Work out at least 3 times a week - this starts NEXT week (it can't happen on vacation!!).
2.  Gossip a LOT less - I'm afraid I'm sinking into "frienemy" territory.
3. Not get irritated so easily when people aren't on the same page as me.
4. Stop eating junk food CONSTANTLY. (Was that 4th truffle really necessary? False.)
5. Tone down the wild party life a little bit - I miss my fantastic ability to remember every obscure miniscule thing my friends say.

I only really have 5 resolutions....being such a generally fantastic person and all. Also because if I make more, I'm likely to BREAK more, so 5 it is. Happy 2008 ladies! :) 

I don't know about your family, but mine tends to roll deep. Every Christmas, we all gather up at my uncle's house to share gifts, food, and of course, family gossip that has accumulated over the last 365. However, this year we decided to take our traveling circus on the road and rent out 2 cabins in Big Bear for 4 days. While the idea of it sounds fun in theory (we haven't gone on a huge extended family trip in almost 15 years), I am slightly terrified.

There are two things you should know about my family: There are over 40 of us going...and we tend to live by Excel spreadsheets. Which means that those 96 hours have been planned down to the last minute by cooking responsiblity, room assignments, and snow activities (see the Excel sheet labeled "Fun"). I'm sure it will be more fun than I'm painting it to be - but not without a fair share of ascinine arguments over who is a better skiier, fights over room assignments, and a little bit of cabin fever. Sounds like fun!

For all of my life, I have been a hardcore LA native.  Love the beaches, love the sun, I even loved the traffic because it meant that I got to blast my stereo while driving top down in my little red convertible...Pretty typical, I know.  Despite having to be in the bay for college, I was dead set on returning back to my sunny sunny So Cal stat - the sooner the better, with a fresh latte from Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf in hand por favor.

I wasted two years up here not really utizing SF for much besides the occassional shopping trip or night out on the town, until this summer.   Working here at Splendora HQ made me slowly realize that maybe SF wasn't the freezing cold hole (I kid!) that I always imagined it to be - but it was really this past weekend that gave me my Frank Sinatra moment.

I hobnobbed in Nob Hill, stuffed myself with the best breakfast ever at Mama's on Washington Square in North Beach,  did a fair amount of shopping in the Marina and Union areas, explored Chinatown, and laid out and enjoyed the sun near the Golden Gate.  On top of that, I realized that the views out here are equally as breathtaking as looking out on crystal blue Laguna waters.

After exploring Sonoma last weekend and SF this weekend with true natives, I came to one more conclusion.  My Norcal friends have always vehemently defended the fact that the majority of Cali intelligentia is congregated in Norcal and I realized this weekend, it's not that people are any smarter or dumber in certain areas, but the caliber of conversation up here definitely takes the cake.  For me personally, I find NYC to be a little upper crust pretentious, and LA to definitely be superfcially beautiful, but in SF you can just be yourself, which is fabulous.   

Maybe my mind will change when the rainy season hits - but for now, I think I finally feel at home.

I've always considered myself more of an English person than a Math/Science person, and have never been short of cliches, proverbs, and metaphors to pepper into my regular speech. However, I've rarely been accused of using malapropisms. Which is why I was SHOCKED to find out an hour ago that a phrase I use often - "For all intensive purposes" - is actually "For all intents and purposes". Granted, it makes exponentially more sense in the latter correct form, but I swear for 20 years I had no clue, and it sure sounded like everyone else I talked to who used the phrase was saying "intensive."

This may be by far my most pointless blog entrly in life, but I just needed to find out if I was the only idiot who didn't know that. (To be fair though, I used that phrase in more than one paper in an English class and my professor and grader never said a word - so I can be guaranteed that two other people didn't know that either.)

1. That my summer internship at Splendora HQ got extended into an ongoing internshp - you can't just go back to chunk light tuna after having caviar for three months.  Best internship ever (and I never thought anything would beat the summer I spent cataloging over 750,000 documents into a law firm library...)

2. Summer school ending in less than 4 hours...now I'll finally have time to actually straighten my hair and not look like I have a bad 80s perm.

3. Going home for 2 weeks! Pampering, shopping, beach + the fam...life doesn't get better than that.

4.  Getting ready to catch up on 2 seasons of The Hills - just in time for the premiere.

5. Ridiculous phrases such as "foolhardy" and "of yore". 

I should have known that once I dreamt about being Adrian Grenier's fiancee that I'd get stuck with some horrible dream.  So despite my best efforts to watch reruns of Entourage every night before I fell asleep so that I could recreate the magic, not only did I have a bad dream, I pretty much had a ten alarm nightmare.

 I was on a reality show...but rather than it being something awesome, like being LC's new bff on The Hills, I was the winner of Rock of Love.  And me and Brett were macking up a storm. More traumatic than you'd even believe. 

 

So yesterday afternoon I did absolutely nothing except sit in front of the TV with my sister as she caught up on 4 hours worth of Entourage episodes.  At some point I ended up falling asleep, and surprise surprise, dreamt about Entourage.

 But this was no ordinary dream - instead of the guys being their characters, they were actually themselves.  Adrian Grenier and Kevin Connolly were the boys who lived downstairs, and I was somehow Kevin's assistant.  However, not only was I Kevin's assistant, but I was also Adrian's fiancee.  A-mazing.

I was less than thrilled when I was woken up, until I watched last night's new episode, and E decides he needs an assistant in it! This can only mean one thing...Adrian Grenier is going to propose to me soon!!