My Life as Wifey reunited....

Aaaaaaaand I'm back.  Back to England, and back to my virtual journal I call my blog.  I must apologize for my long absence.  I blame it on England and their ways of handling business....but that's another blog that will never be published, due to the fact that I may offend most British business people.....and I'm not that mean.....anymore......well.....for at least the next 40 days and 40 nights.  Happy Lent BTW.

So anyways, It's been almost a month since my last blog, and I have so much to BLOG about.  First, let me  settle in and mindset my blogging mind.  *Grab a coffee*  *Find my butt groove in the chair* *Stretch my fingers* *massage Temples* *Turn on Itunes*  *Breathe in, breathe out*  YEEEEAH Bitches!!!! I'm ready!!!!

Ok, so exactly a month ago today, I was reunited with my homie, por vida.

I passed through Border control for the first time without being handled as an illegal alien.  And I was happily greeted and licked by my favorite Bitch KT.

I was also reunited with alllllllll of my threads, handbags, shoes, accessories, art magazines, art books, art supplies, and my darling MAC computer.  Life had become grand once again.

Despite the fact that I missed my hometown hood I call Hercules, I realized, after arriving, how much I actually bloody missed this country!  During the drive home, I was hella cheesing when I saw the little cars zooming by, seeing all the pasty white people that populated this country driving on the wrong side of the road.

 I was even comforted by the sweet smell of roadkill.  It's a weird feeling, and I would have it no other way.

So anyway....that's what happened when I got back....other than the fact that I suffered slight jet-lag, and I also threw out my back....WHICH, BTW was not caused my the fact that the hubby and I reunited.......We took it easy the first time.......hehehe

Peace out Bitches!

The day has finally come.  Mama bear is going home to papa bear!!!!!!  It has been a long five months of emotional roller coasters, mini getaways, being working woman, friends old and new, unfortunate circumstances, long distance fights, being miss entrepreneur, the holidays, family, and home cooked meals. Because so much has happened, and I am grateful for the life that I have had these past five months, obviously it has become a lot harder for me to leave and look forward to my reunion with my homie, por vida.  Don't get me wrong,  I CANNOT WAIT see my hunk of love.....it just sucks when you have to leave that group of people that you also care and love for as well, to be with your one true love.  Oh, the life of a military wife.

So anyways, before I get all sentimental eyes, because I is becoming that way right now,  let me proceed with the blog.

Let me bring out my inner Mulan and have reflection time.  I remember when I first arrived back in the states....as soon as I set foot on American soil, I wanted to run back to the departing terminals to find a plane trip back to the UK.  But, because I was unemployed that action was declined.  I felt that my stay here was going to drag, and I was going to be miserable the whole time.  Well, when you have friends and family like mine, those feelings tend to perish pretty rapidly.

First let me start with the gals::

Let me tell you, there is nothing in the world more comforting than to have your own groups of girls.  Although we may have our little catty or annoyed with each other moments, the good days easily override the bad.  I love these group of girls, I can easily be myself, and speak a made up language and they'll still understand me. Also, whenever we go out, it is always an adventure.  From dealing with old men giving you googly stalker eyes, dancing with a lesbian at a Jon B. concert, fighting with Jon B., getting hit on by thug boys who think calling you "baby" is the new black,  HH, dancing amongst the natives at a hookah lounge, the list goes on and on with these chicas. Love you bitches!

Another shout out to my BFF miss Ju.  I'mma miss you lover!  Thanks for being my date for many events and opening club Copperbeach for beer and TV time!

Then there's the group as a whole.  When you add this group of crazy girls add a little more, and then add group of crazy boys you get this::

A lot of good times, and laughs.  I love these group of people, I would never want to exchange them or anything in the world.  All sales are final with these guys, and I wouldn't want it any other way.

Coming back home meant resorting back to my old activities and ways of living.  Which meant, having my life revolve around work and one of my passions, singing.  So as some of you may have known, I became a working woman for a couple a months, and took care of daddy for a bit.  Because my job was located in the city, it forced me to commute, therefore thrusting me in a car with fellow strangers and that became new friends, and just were plain odd.  And with my luck, things like being harassed by a security guard after work almost every day, got into carpool car where the driver digging for gold was a must during the whole car ride to the city, walked in the pouring rain without an umbrella and then all of a sudden having a hole in my rains boots, got approached by a bum or druggie to see if he could use my phone, became an 80's song critic with a guy who talked my ear off during an hour long commute home, and had men stop in the middle of the street to see if I was single.  Only me.

Another thing that I got back into was singing with my dear old choir.  Nothing makes me more happy than releasing my heart through my vocal chords.  

And within this group of people are a smaller groups of singers whom I love to sing with even more.

LAVoz

There is one person who is missing from this picture....Miss Liz!!!!  We missed you that  night btw.  Anywhos, these kooky group of singers are flipplin fantastic and they taught me the BEST. DRINKING. GAME. EVER!  King's cup.

For those of you who do not know of this game, google or bing it.  It seriously is a blast in a glass.

And then there was family...

The people, I think will miss the most.  There is nothing like a group of people that share the same genes as you who will always be there no matter what....mainly because they have no choice.  hehe

But I would have to say this visit bought me closer to my family and made me appreciate them more.  I will truly miss them, despite the times I wanted to just build myself a boat and row my way  back to England because I was so irritated with them.

I'm gonna miss this crazy little character right here.  Little Miss Taylor.  She's a different type of soul she is, and I love it.  I've had quite a few bonding times with her and I cherished every single moment.  I can't wait to see her again in a few months!

And these 2 ladies alongside me.  They're like the sisters I never had.  I love them and will miss hanging with them.  I will also miss Gina and I's little date night rendezvous as well.  Never a dull moment when we are together.  Love you guys!

And then of course my familia.  I think being mature makes you appreciate these people a lot more.  Despite all the hell that I've raised in this house throughout my years of finding myself, they still accept me and deal with me.  I think being away from them finally made me appreciate them, and I can proudly day that they are my family and I love them with all my heart.  

There are more people that I would like to include in this here posting, but just like the Oscars, my speech time is up.  But to all that I have shared memories with these past 5 months, I just want to say thank you....and we'll do it again soon!!!!!  

Cheers!

Heffas about town.

One of my most favorite things to do in life is to entertain my mouth with various types of yummy.  I love to taste all kinds of exciting flavors swimming in my mouth.  I like to bring out my inner Columbus and discover new edibles that have never come across this tastebud infested surface hidden in my mouth.  Great joy overcomes me when my tongue touches a foreign taste that I immediately become a little fat girl eating cake for the first time.  I just can't stop eating it. I just plain love being a heffa.  So now that you kinda get an idea how much I love to eat....let's proceed.

So there's this thing that is held in San Francisco twice a year.  And before I moved across the pond, I used to partake in this bi-annual event religiously.  This event is called Dine About Town.  What it is, is this.  Well, other than being the BEST thing ever thought of, it's a chance for us non guppies to dine amongst the high rollers in an environment where lifting your pinky at all times is a famous dance move.  Everyone is doing it.

 How is this possible?

Well ladies and gentlemen, here's the secret.
So these shi-shi restaurants have set menus of 2-3 course meals with set prices.  Lunch is $17.95 and Dinner is $34.94.  So rather than spending up to $75 a person (yes, I am guilty of committing such a crime), the restaurants make it possible for us little people to dine about the town amongst the people that have so much money, they use it as toilet paper rich.  Most of us would call it fine dining.

Here's a bit more info on this FAB dining event::
http://www.onlyinsanfrancisco.com/taste/dineabouttown/

Now, this event had just ended on the 31st , and I already had my share in richie rich restaurants, and I believe my food finally just digested, hence the reason for this late blog on the occasion.

Although usually I'm prone to hit up about 5 different restaurants during Dine About Town, this time I was only able to hit up 2.  That's what tends to happen when you become a house wife....money tends to hold you back from having fun at times.  But hey, I still got my food, and I'm still a happy fat girl.

So the 2 places that I visited this time was Tommy Toy's for Lunch
http://www.tommytoys.com/

And Luna Park for dinner
http://www.lunaparksf.com/

Both places were parties in my mouth.

Unfortunately, because I was on a timed lunch break when I went to Tommy Toy's, I was unable to take a pictures of my yummy food.  Also....I was really hungry, and my food didn't stand a chance.

BUT, I did remember to take pictures of my edibles at Luna park when I dined with the gal pals....so let me share....WARNING::  Please have a napkin, or Bib nearby, these pictures may cause heavy drooling.....

First off.....Me and the cuzzo shared a BOWL of Sangria....I mean, WHY NOT???

Also, this was the only restaurant that offered a 5 course meal, so of course, me being such the skinny person I am, chose to dine over here....

So here was the first course:

I of course got too excited and couldn't wait to eat it before realising I had to take a picture.  But it was a Devilled egg with a fish on top.  Sounds pretty weird, but it actually tasted pretty good.

 Next stop, was appetizers.  My chosen dish was a goat cheese fondue (which I later paid for the next day because alcohol and cheese don't make a cute couple) served with green apples and bread.  It was yums.

The other chicas had these::

 Assorted corndogs with assorted mustards....

A poki salad with fried wonton chips

On to the 3rd course

 some of the ladies had a salmon....I think

 The other ladies, whom I'm later envied after the server served this delightful dish, had meat.  I'm not sure if it was a steak, mignon, or prime rib, it was just meat, and it was DAMN good.

 And I chose this lamb stew.  I'm not a fan of stew, but the way it was described on the menu sounded very cool and foreign, and I'm a sucker for things like that, so naturally I ordered it.  I should have gotten the meat.

 The best course up next was of course: Dessert.
My choice was the Luna Park Smore's.  Very yummy....EXCEPT, I wasn't a huge fan of the homemade graham crackers.  It tasted like wheat bread, and I was in the mood to feel fat, I didn't need to have the taste of anything healthy in my mouth.  Thank god for the melted chocolate and marshmallows, otherwise, it would have been a total failure.

 I forgot to take a picture of what the other ladies got, I was too engrossed in my scooping my melted marshmallows out of my dish....

THEN the last and final course....some sort of tart.  It was just....OK.....

So anyways....that's a sneak peak of what could you would be able pack into your tummy.....

I highly recommend taking part in this yummy opportunity when it comes into town.  OK, I'm going to go now....I'm hungry....

Solo Tu 24 Hour Richmond

Now that I'm back to my housewifey ways....I have time to become a frequent visitor of the good ol' gym once again.  In a previous blog, I concentrated on the various types of personalities that visit this sweathouse.
Welp, after today's workout, I would like to re-visit another personality that almost made me LOL off my eliptical.

The personality I would like to talk about would be the "Jean wearing workout buffs."
By the Way, I seriously think that if it weren't for Richmond, this blog wouldn't exist....there is just no other place like it.

On to the Blog....

So here I was getting my workout on and zoning out to the motivating sounds of my ipod.  My zoning out was soon distracted by a walking individual that passed right in front of me.  The first thing that caught my eye was his wet look gelled back hair.  Then I SMH.  I was just thinking ok, pretty boy.

Then I saw was this....

The infamous wife beater.

Ok, not so bad, about 90% of the men at the gym tend to sport this basic piece of apparel.  

Alright, next thing that my eyes fell on was this:

Jeans adorned with some type of design...because I was in the wonderful city of Richmond, this is pretty normal.  I mean on hot days, the men who wear this type of "workout" attire tend to change it up and wear these...

...naturally.

OK, so I immediately categorised this guy with the "guys with jeans" personality....no biggy.  Now, here's where the LOL's and SMH slowly started to escape me.  

So usually, these jean wearing workout buffs tend to complete their carefully picked workout fit with a matching pair of mustard boots.  

I mean, why not?  It'll only make your workout more intense right?  Also, these boots were made for tough conditions anyway.  So it only seemed right.

Another option that these jean wearers tend wear for workout shoes are these:

and believe it or not, it's so normal, that this doesn't even phase me.  Sometimes they tend to adorn their belts with belt buckles the size of Texas.  Those too don't phase me as well.  I actually like to look at them, they're pretty....but then I have to soon turn away, because when I look up at the man's face, I see him smiling at the fact that I'm looking at his crotch. *shiver*

Back to this dude.....

Well....this one serious bodybuilder right here topped off his professional workout uniform with a pair of these....

I'm guessing he was going for the metrosexual body builder look.  IDK, he looked great and all,  and I'm sure maybe they were comfortable, otherwise why would he have chosen them for the gym, right?  But that right there is like a woman going to the gym with pumps.  Not cute.

Well, although that whole outfit that was oh so perfect for the gym caught my eye, there was more to his outfit.  As soon as his cologne scent passed my nostrils and I was able to see the backside of this impressively dressed man....one more accessory got my attention, and therefore almost caused me to fall off my machine.  This man was wearing one of these bad boys:

Yes, my friends, I kid you not.  O' boy was sporting a fox tail keychain.  I mean, hey, maybe it was his good luck charm for playing b-ball, or maybe it was his motivation.  But, a FOX TAIL?  

After I have seen this guy passed, I seriously had to compose myself and tried not to look too hard at him....I saw him looking at me through the mirror and he looked pretty impressed with himself.  Oh, honey, if only you knew the real reason....

I think after this, I know I've seen it all at the ever so entertaining 24 hour Richmond.  Thank you Richmond.  You really made my day.

Damn Birds....

So this blog right here took me about 2 days to start.  Yes, 2 days...  I would always start, get distracted, and try again, only to be distracted once more.  This horrible distraction was brought to me by Angry Birds.  Now, don't think that I have been constantly attacked by those flying feathered creatures pecking away at my head or body parts, all the while being used as a public toilet for the past 2 days whilst on my laptop, but I'm referring to the Hell sent game called Angry Birds.

This game has been out for a while, and everyone and their grandmotha knew about this.  And those same people and their grandmotha have been addicted to this game, hence the reason I refused to play it. I'm very fertile to being addicted to such games as these, and seeing the hubby and my friends forever tap on their itouch/iphones and stare into their touchscreen like they were being hypnotized only drew me away from wanting to be apart of this apple trend. I knew if I did, I would then become a hermit.

Well, this past Christmas, my home, por vida bought me an itouch and the App collecting soon began.  So here I was downloading all these Apps, and purposely passing up the Angry Bird Icon.  When I finally ran out of things to download, I wanted to download more....then that dumb bird came up.  So here's what I did.  Shrugged.  SMH.  Downloaded the damn App.  Became a hermit.

I woud have to say, ever since that day, my social life and any source of productivity soon escaped me.  This game is so damn addicting.  I never thought that a game that consisted of shooting round little birds from a sling only to try and destroy structures made of either stone, wood, or glass which hold round little snorting green pigs who are the birds' enemy and hope to kill them amongst the destroying of the structures would be such an addicting event!  So horrible, but yet so fulfilling!

I mean, I get such a victorious high from killing these annoying little pigs and I get such a delightfully thrilling feel from the sound of the falling stones, wood, and glass.  Like I'm living on the edge or something.  Also....trying to strategise on which piece to hit in order to destroy the enemy makes me feel like Napolean during his war days.  

It's actually a miracle that I am able to finish this blog here.  During the last paragraph, I literally stopped like 3 times to play the game and pass the level that I have been stuck on for the past couple days.  Also....the fact that I'm getting a cramp in my right hand from the constant swiping motion kinda told me it was time to take a break.  

Damn birds.....

MERDE!!!!

She's just so amazing....here's another.....

I want to be her friend so bad....

Words cannot explain...

...How cool this chick is. So a friend of mine has recently introduced me to my newest obsession via Facebook. This obsession is named Jessie J. Not only does this chick have lungs to produce all kinds of goosebumps on my skin, but her style, and performance skills blow my mind. Also, the fact that she's a child of Jolly Ol' England adds points as well. Anyways, thank you AnneMarie for introducing her to me, and everyone prepare to witness one of THE best artists I have ever seen.

LAV. LAV. LAV.