that's what i said last night.. as we were riding on a shuttle that seemed like it would never end. i meant to say "get me off this bus before i piss myself" but i said blog instead. it made me laugh (but that's partly because personally, i think i'm hysterical). i swear we drove down to LA for that party. but once we got there, wow! that guy person sure has a gorgeous house. and an even more gorgeous backyard. i'm sure he won't mind if i move into his garage, or one of his little houses in the back, right? hell, he probably wouldn't even notice (although this ass of mine is kind of hard to miss).

i'm going to shut up for now and just show you some pics. it's been freaking awesome to see people i haven't seen since 2006.... and to meet new, totally hot pieces of ass.

ps- i don't have time to possibly edit all 117 pictures i took last night. so you'll get them as is on flickr. see the group here. and oh yeah.. suck it bitches! :)

this was the FIRST pic of the night. hahaha.. it's not my fault that her head lines up perfectly with my chesticles, mmmmkay? elizabeth & moi


WARNING! WARNING!! girl crush alert!!! i am totally crushing on this hot piece of ass. she is SO freaking beautiful in person and so dang nice. and did i mention beautiful? and SO nice? cause really. she is like stunning. and i totally think she looks like a tv anchor. and maybe if she was on my news channel, i'd actually watch it. :) ps- bitch, you make me look like a dog standing next to you. and here i thought i looked cute yesterday. i hate you. not really.

can i have 2 girl crushes in one night? cause i do have another. ali martell is too adorable for words. and tiny. like, pick her up, put her in your pocket, tiny. and she makes my head look enormous, but i love her anyway.


i haven't seen her since blogher 06 either!!! me and christina in guy's backyard! she was my partner in crime for most of last night. it was funny.. and fun. we're bad. wait til tonight! hahaha


dana likes it! don't let her fool you! she's not really as scared as she looks. love her!! she is awesome!


another person i haven't seen since blogher 06... kristen .. let me tell you, she is SO freaking pretty. she glows. but that's cause everytime i see the whore, she's knocked up. she is tall. she is slender. and just has a belly. she is NOT huge like she'd like to have you all believe. i told her she looks like a fucking maternity clothes model. you know, one who is FAKE pregnant. she is So pretty and i don't even think she knows it... or realizes it. bitch, you're stunning. let me fondle you.


by now it's the end of the night. i have walked blocks upon blocks in the windy and cold city. i look sweaty, windblown and disgusting. lucky for missy, she looks hot. plus, she has a really charming australian accent. and here's to her making out with the backstreet boy this weekend.


there are so many more pics.. i'm tired of linking.. tired of writing.. tired. go look at flickr.

Labels: blogland, friends, fun, nor cal, pictures, ster

for those of you who don't know, i started this blog because my grandpa told me once that he read blogs online. see, he has parkinson's disease. so while his body is starting to give out on him, his mind is as sharp as ever. he likes to keep himself occupied and busy by reading things online. so i figured if he was reading anyone's blog, well it should be mine dammit! and so, this blog was born (about 3 years too late if you ask me).

right now my grandfather is in the hospital. he's too weak physically to take care of himself. my grandma can't take care of him physically either (she doesn't have the strength to lift him or help him walk around). he made a very smart decision to go somewhere where people can take care of him. but i can only imagine how difficult that decision must have been for him. i mean, when you're completely 100% mentally aware of what is going on around you, yet you can't communicate it, how fucking frustrating would that be?!?! when you want so badly to just stand up and walk around, but you simply can't.do.it. how does that effect your ego, your mental state, etc?? i truly can't imagine. i can't. and that makes me feel so badly for my grandpa. because i know that he would much rather be able to walk around by himself. he'd like to be able to take care of himself and not need anyone to do it for him. i mean, who wouldn't?

this post has strayed because all i really wanted to do was to tell my grandpa the following:

dear superstar grandpa,

you always believed in me. you have always been my number 1 fan, even when no one else was. you were the one person who always pushed me to go for my dreams. you always reminded me that i was good on the radio. you complimented my personality, and my voice- and you always made me feel like i was awesome! whenever i did any shows on the radio, you wanted to hear them. i would call you after any show to talk to you about it. and tell you about it. you would remind me to bring my tapes when i came to visit so that we could listen to them together. and then when technology improved, you would listen online, or at least watch the in studio camera's so you could see me. you never missed anything. you never wanted too. and that was probably the best part for me.... that you were genuinely interested in my pursuit of radio. and you really thought that i could make it. that is one thing i will cherish forever because you were the one person who really patted me on the back, supported me, and made me feel like i wasn't crazy for wanting to do this. when everyone else would say things like, "i hope you have a backup plan"or "well what if you DON'T make it?? then what??" and i didn't want to hear shit like that. you know? well you never said anything like that. ever. you always told me i could do it. you believed in me. and i know i've thanked you for all of this before, i just want to thank you again. because i need to make sure you know just how much that meant to me. how much i needed someone to believe in me the way you did. and how i'm grateful that it was you.

we have a bond. you know it. you may not admit it (you're a tad stubborn you know) but you know it's true. it's okay if i'm your favorite grandchild.. i won't tell the others. ha. know what else i remember? i remember being a kid and going to your house in north hollywood- i remember roller skating around your swimming pool. why did you guys let me do that? lol i also remember always going to kentucky fried chicken and getting tons of mashed potatoes for lunch everytime we came to visit. it was like our tradition. i loved those damn mashed taters. i also remember spending the night one time. and you guys took me out to a fancy restaurant in malibu. i remember throwing up when we got home. i think i was sick all night. don't ask me why i remember these things, i just do! i also remember how you guys would always have those stupid gummy candies in that container thing that you still have today! and how we would always fill up a bag of them to take on the car ride home. ahh, i remember cindy (the dog) and you know what else? i totally remember you and grandma taking me and sue to school to go roller skating. and you and grandma put on roller skates and roller skated with us. seriously, do you know how awesome you guys are?

well gramps- i just wanted to send you this note because i want you to know how much i love you and how much i appreciate you. i hate that you're in a hospital, but i'm proud of you for doing what's best for you and for grandma. i know it must be difficult. thank you for everything you have always done and said to me. i hope that someone makes sure you read this. or else i'll be pissed. :)

love,
your favorite granddaughter!

Labels: family

blogland is abuzz with women everywhere talking about blogher! and every one of them (that i've read) is talking about what to wear, buying new shoes, new clothes, getting manicures, getting pedicures, getting their hair did, new makeup, trying to lose 10 pounds, etc.

and i find it all so interesting. and funny. don't get me wrong, i'm one of those girls too, but i'm sitting here laughing at how PRETTY we all want to look for one another! it's true, right? we all want to look and feel our best. we want to look really pretty for all of our online friends we're getting to meet for the first time, or see again. and i wonder why? why do we try so hard to impress other women? why do we want to look pretty for other chicks?

i guess i can ask myself the same question, but i don't really have an answer. i just know that i want to look cute. but not really more cute than i want to look everyday.

maybe it's because we don't get to see these people often, so we want to leave a good impression? maybe we want to feel like we're as cute and clever as our blog is? hell, i don't know. why the hell do you want to look so good for blogher?

this post was inspired by ali. lol

Labels: blogland, ster

even though i pretend i don't think about it.... i think about it. i mean, i don't obsess about it. but i definitely think about it. at least once a month. probably more. and the thing is- it's not that i really even WANT another kid. i mean, i know that sounds terrible and most likely isn't how i mean it at all.... but it's just that getting pregnant and having that belly doesn't really appeal to me. and then trucking around shitloads of baby gear to do even the simplest of things, doesn't appeal to me either. the bottles, the diapers, the baby bag, the stroller, the car seat, the everything. *shudders*

but then i think about blake. and how he's already 10 years old. and he's an only child. and while he's one hell of an amazing kid- he's still all alone. and i think of how badly that sucks. and how boyfriend and i both have brothers and sisters who are 8 and 10 years older than we are. and how even with that gap in years between us, we are totally close with them. and i know that even if blake was 12 years older than his brother or sister, it wouldn't matter. i'm sure that for a period of time, it would matter- but eventually it wouldn't. it makes me really sad to have blake be an only child. i know how badly he wants to be a big brother. i know how wonderful and caring of a big brother he would be. he deserves a sibling. and they deserve to have him.

i also have a few friends who were only children. and these friends are amazing, wonderful, caring (not selfish) people. but every single one of them wants to have more than one kid. they stress how crappy it was to be an only child. i think they mean that it would have been nice to have a brother or sister. someone to bitch about mom and dad with. someone that you're bonded too, no matter what. i actually don't know what was so crappy about it. but they all say the same thing.

and so i kind of freak out every once in awhile. i kind of freak out that blake is really missing out. or that he will because he will be "alone" forever.

were you an only child?? was it awful? do you only have one kid? do you want more? talk to me people...

Labels: blake, boyfriend, married life, ster

is so much fun, but it just is!

i think it's one of those things that just makes being a girl totally awesome! and i'm not an obsessive makeup person either.

but this weekend, i went to the MAC counter to get a new lipliner- all the while KNOWING in the back of my mind that i'll be browsing their new lipstick colors, eyeshadows, and whatever the hell else i apparently can't live without. it's like i can't get within 3 feet of a MAC counter, without wanting to check out every.single.product.there. the best part though? usually, i grab things i already own. i'll think something is "so pretty" and then i'll look at the name of it and realize "ha! i already have that!!" i'm sure my wallet let out a sigh of relief everytime i realized i had something that i wanted already. so, 1 lipliner, 1 new lipstick and 3 new eyeshadows later, i'm heading home to play.

and my giddiness carries over into the next morning, when i get out my tackle box (that's what i call the thing that holds all my makeup) and see all the new things in there! there's something about having new things. new colors. new fun stuff to put on your face that just makes me smile.

it's the little things people. the little, expensive, mac-tactular things.

what kind of makeup do you love?? i pretty much can't live without MAC and bare escentials.

Labels: fun, ster

one of my guy friends (who does not have kids) said the best thing ever to me the other day. i told him i was posting it on my blog cause it was too brilliant to keep to myself.


"Kids are fast. One minute everything is fine and you're playing. Next minute everyone's crying and my balls need icing."


i still laugh everytime i read this.

Labels: friends, fun

it's true.

i have the mouth of a truck driver (unless blake is around, then it's the mouth of an angel). and while i might not really be a whore, i totally play one on tv.

one of the best parts about having the dirty mouth i do, is watching people's reactions. like the other day, one of the dad's on blake's baseball team introduced me to his friends as his "girlfriend on the side." i responded with something so unlady like and foul, the other men's jaws dropped. and i started cracking up. which was of course, followed by more uncomfortable words by yours truly that made the men squirm. that kind of stuff totally cracks me up. i think it's hilarious.

the absolute best part about being a dirty mouthed whore is knowing that i'm ALL TALK. i say these things A- because they're funny and B- because i don't mean them and would never do them. and i think not meaning it makes it even more funny in my mind. cause i can be as awful as i want, with no meaning behind it- except for saying it just to say it. have i lost you yet?

don't get me wrong, everything i say is totally me and totally my personality, so i don't want you thinking that i'm the type to say things just to get reactions out of people. it's not that way at all (although i think i'm failing miserably conveying that concept in this post). it's just funny to say things that people wouldn't expect. especially to people who don't know me, or have never met me. i try to say that type of shit to people who can handle it though. and it's not just to guys. trust me, i'm just as dirty to the wives as well. i'm an equal opportunity foul mouthed whore. :) it's fun. and it's funny.

but oh.my.gawd. if anyone ever thought i meant what i said, or took me seriously and really tried anything- i think i would freak the fuck out. cause i would never really want another woman's man. and nothing and no one would be worth losing my husband over. i think i'd scream "don't you know i'm only joking?!?! i say that shit cause it's funny, not cause i want to actually do that to you!!!! you laugh, you know?!? i laugh! it's funny! it's a joke! OH MY GAWD!!!!!!!" at that point my head might start spinning on top of my shoulders while my eyes pop out or something entertaining like that.

and for those of you about to ask- yes boyfriend knows i talk this way. he's usually right there when i'm doing it. which makes it even funnier. especially when i proposition someone with him standing there- and then boyfriend tells the guy to take me. i'll be his headache. ha! makes me laugh everytime.

Labels: married life, ster

i know we've touched on this topic before, but with blogher literally RIGHT AROUND THE CORNER, i figured it was a good time to talk about it again.

you see, there are probably plenty of blogs that you read and absolutely love. and when you go to meet the person who writes said blog, you're super excited and assume they'll be just as awesome as their blog is. right? well sometimes they're not. i dare to say that maybe even a lot of times, they're not. the reality is, some people just write really, really well. some people are far more funny on their blog than they could ever be in person. some people aren't shy at all when it comes to typing online, but in person, they're the ones standing there silently.

what i'm saying isn't meant to be mean. and i'm not implying that it's even a bad thing. it's just the truth. and i kind of want you to be prepared for it as we come into blogher. people are going to be shy. they're going to be nervous. they're going to be afraid to come up and ask you what blog you write, or who you are. and other people are going to have expectations. expectations that you live up to the awesomeness of the blog you write.

for me? i'm way more fun in real life than i could ever convey on this blog. i'm not a writer. not trying to sell a book. not trying to write circles around the next blogger. i'm just me. i write the way i speak. if you know me and you read this blog, you can probably HEAR me saying all of this right now. you know that this is the way i'd say something in a conversation with you (except probably with more giggles and high pitched squeels). i normally get the "you're just like you seem" reaction from people when i meet them for the first time. or the "you're so much more awesome in real life than you are in fake internet land and how come you can't write as awesome as you truly are because then you'd be so much more entertaining and fun and well.. awesome!" okay, so no one has really said that one to me before.

so listen, even if you're not like your blog- i can bet you tons of cash that you're still likeable. and that people will still like you. and if anything, it will just give them a further understanding of your blog and the why's and how's of you writing it. and more than likely, they'll enjoy your blog even MORE after meeting you.

it's all pretty interesting actually if you truly think about it. so tell me, are you like your blog?

Labels: blogland, ster

conversations and soon to be pictures!!!

get in here

we're talking about the parties, when everyone is arriving, etc.. .come add to the conversation and excitement!!!

can't wait to see everyone.. and meet everyone. i'm getting really excited!!!!!!!!

Labels: blogland, friends, fun, nor cal

did you know that some baseball teams will literally pay for an entire kids family to fly places so the kid can play in a tournament for the team?

we're talking like a 9 or 10 year old kid here. they will pay for him and his entire family to fly from say california to florida, pay for their hotel, the tournament fees, etc... just so this kid can play baseball with them.

so naturally i sit here and think A- is the kid REALLY that good?? and then B- is their baseball tournament REALLY that fucking serious (cause i'm thinking, get the fuck over yourselves)?? and then C- is that really even fair??

i mean, the kid isn't even from their town- let alone their state... why should he be allowed to play on the team? seriously? omg, it's like the yankees of youth baseball. have you ever heard of this before? does it surprise you? should it not surprise me?

Labels: baseball