1 Year Anniversary

Happy Anniversary to the sweetest soul I know, my best friend, the love of my life, my husband Patrick O'Rourke!!! You are the most selfless and caring person I know, not a day goes by that you are not sacrificing yourself to bring a smile to someones face and I feel so entirely blessed that I call you mine! You make me so proud daily and your unconditional, consistent love for me reminds me of God's love for us <3 I know it sounds like such cheese but I could not imagine my life without you and I feel so unworthy of your love yet you never cease to show me and make me feel so loved! I admire you so much as a man, husband and friend, you are so wise and caring, you have a gift for serving others and it makes my heart sing! I cannot thank you enough for humoring my weird anxieties and reminding me that worrying will not get me anywhere, as annoying as I know I probably am, you never have complained and you always are right by my side supporting me. I am so grateful we found each other that random night at Papasandbeer Rosarito whoever knew that would be the night I met the most amazing man in the world...my HUSBAND! I love you so much Pat, I cannot wait to share the rest of our lives together.

Love,
your Wife <3

P.S. If this is suppose to be our hardest year... I can't even fathom what an "easy" year is like because I can honestly say this has been THE BEST year of my life!! XOXO

Public Transit Bootay!

I know I deserve a BIG smack on the bum for being so MIA lately! I am so sorry! It's school I tell ya! Damn school! I swear UCSD saved up everything that ever had to be done to graduate and assigned it to me this month!! But, my friends... the count down begins! Only 13 more days of school left then I am a graduated, certified, smarty pants!! Wooo Go me! (that is if I graduate... don't want to jinx myself) Everyone knows the saying "Don't count your chickens before they hatch!" but... I've been counting them... and I tell ya, if they don't all hatch.... things.will.get.ugly.period. 

With that lovely inspirational note, I give you my most awkward moment in a long time. It happen yesterday, I was in the heat, sweating bullets waiting for the shuttle. Yes, me and my public transit bootay have been taking the shuttle to UCSD, apparently me and my senior status, well, we've really humbled ourselves. No, not really, what really happened was Pat had been begging me to take the shuttle forever but I was always afraid I would get on the wrong one, end up in Mexico, become the whistle blower at the club that pours jello shots down tourist throats (I actually think that I might like doing that)... oh I had a list as long as Santas naughty list of reasons why I could not take the shuttle! But then comes Mrs. Cute Floral Jeans that I could not live without... ohhhhhhh but I knew my little frugal Jew of a husband would not let me have them... UNLESS... I cut costs somewhere else to pay for these gems! So... all of the sudden me and Mrs. Cute Floral Jeans were  not quite as terrified to take the shuttle...

So I have been riding the shuttle acting like a pro for about 3 weeks now, it still terrifies me and I can't even tell you how many people have got a lap dance from me, when all the seats in the shuttle are taken and I have to stand and that shuttle rounds a corner....wooooweeeee I should be making tips!

But yesterday, my shuttle experience almost made me cry. The shuttle rolls up and when I am about 2 people back from getting on I realize Mr. Huge Black Scary Man Shuttle Driver (not to be racist, just descriptive) is checking for student ID's. I am carrying a purse the size of Texas and I know there is no way on God's green earth that I can find my wallet in time, let alone my student ID! Sooooo, I just pretended I did notice that he was checking ID's and I tried to shimmy my way past him, but ohhhhh helll nooooo  he was not going to have that! So that's when he yells "Where's yo ID!!!??" and at that point EVERYONE on the shuttle had to stare at me and see who the IDIOT was that tried to shimmy on past him. I said "Oh!" Like i was so silly for forgetting and then awkwardly tried to scavenge through my purse to find it, then I realized this would take a year and I had a line of inpatient sweaty people glaring at me so I said "I'll just get off and take the next one..." then he replied "Next tieee' have it out fo me! Jus'go on!!" So then I said a really sheepish "thanks."  I would have just prefered to take the next one rather than have the whole shuttle stare at me and think the whole ride "what a dumb biatch!" But I was stuck, so I walked mortified to the back of the bus... keeping my eyes to the ground because I did not want to see anyone I knew, that would just make the whole situation 10 times worse! So there I was standing in the back of the bus, sweaty, humiliated and more than ever ready to graduate!!! I could not wait to get off that shuttle and go back to being the annonomous UCSD girl rather than the girl that Effed up the shuttle ride!

I have a history with bad shuttle experiances, when I was in the 1st grade I was so anxious and nervous about getting off at the right bus stop, I started walking to the front of the bus before it stopped and the bus driver yelled at me and it scared me so much I peed my pants! SO at least this time was a little bit better... I didn't pee my pants and that's always a plus  :)

 

What were we wearing?

Me: Skirt and Shirt - Urban Outfitters, Belt and Sweater - Dreamgirls Clothing Boutique

The Hubs: Shorts and Shirt - H&M, Vest - Pendleton

Picnics Are For Lovers

Hello Lovies!!

I am still alive!

I made it through finals and now I am officially on Spring Break!!

Someone pour me a drink!

Bring on the booze!

Actually... I already began bringing on the booze last night and I've somehow been hungover all

  mutha -effing day, and I didn't even drink hard alcohol! 

It's unfair and I'm ashamed, but here I am 

Hakuna Mattata!

It was worth it:) 

Because I've been cooped up all this past week writing 3 eight page papers (24 total pages, if my math serves me correctly) and stressing over a 15 min presentation (yes, I did contemplate suicide several times) I haven't really been out much to enjoy the weather - or wear anything cute worth documenting. 

SO, today I bring you one of my favorite days,

 from one of my favorite weekends a few weeks ago! 

I've been meaning to share this whimsy little number with you for ages now but finals snuck up on me and before I knew it I was buried in books, no SUFFOCATING under books! 

But finally the day has come where I can blog in peace

 and not feel guilty about it 

because I ain't got SH*T to do now! 

Hallelujah Praise JESUS!

So pour yourself a glass of vino, put on some Black Keys or Lil' Wayne 

(whatever's your fancy ;) )

and enjoy! 

So we decided to go on a picnic.

We set up camp under this perfect tree.

We made Better-Than-Tuna-Salad sandwiches and freshly juiced apple and pear mimosas!

I twirled.

This park is just footsteps from our home! We're lucky!

We canoodled :)

I tried to get Carlita to pose.

Pat took pictures of me stuffing my face without my knowledge, but - not gonna lie, I sorta liked em'

My two favorites.

Me hauling Carlita's A$$ home.

The end.

Have a fab weekend!

XOXO

Toot it and Boot it

Well, well, well
Another day another dolla
right friends?
I LOVE thursdays.
1. because I get to sleep in
and
2. because it's the first day of my four day weekends :)
mmmmmmhmmmmmm 
don't hate! 

So... question of the day here...
Can dogs experience shame?
All my Cesar Millans out there, please enlighten me!

Carlita, my furbaby has this stuffed animal we've named her "Piggy"
Lately I've been wishing she was a he (you will soon understand why)
but, it just feels wrong to call "Piggy" he so she's a she; which I guess makes Carlita a lesbian :) 

Anyway...
ever sense Carlita got Piggy they developed what we would like to call a "physical" relationship.
Use your imagination folks I don't want to spell it out for you.
ok. I do ;)
H.U.M.P.S... vigorously  

I never knew girl dogs had these types of needs, I always assumed it was the pervy boy dog's idea.
Same as real life... right? ;)
Surely enough, I was proven wrong.
Carlita is a promiscuous little hussy!
Naturally, I thought once we get her spayed this "use" of Piggy would stop...
I was wrong.
So, I did what any good mother would do and forbid Carlita of seeing the pork sword (or I guess it would be pork taco? (sorry TMI) ;)
Classic Romeo and Juliet... Carlita only wanted Piggy more.
Ohhhhh Piggy! You forbidden fruit you!
Carlita knows where we keep Piggy and often scratches at the door, lingers near the door, tries to claw the door open.
So... I gave in, I opened Pandora's box and Carlita and Piggy were reunited.
At best, Carlita is a rough lover... at worst, she's a wife beater.
First, she throws piggy around, rips out her stuffing... then uses and abuses her, people!
Toot it and Boot it at it's finest!

But here, is where we reach the shame.
FINALLY...it's about time!
When Carlita and Piggy are in the "act" I can't help but look!
It's like a car accident, it feels wrong looking, but I just can't look away!
Eventually, (sometimes that eventually can be uncomfortably too long);
Carlita notices she has an "audience"
sometimes her eyes get big like she got caught in the act... other times she just keeps going at it!
This morning when it happened she stopped and layed down next to Piggy avoiding eye contact with me. Is she ashamed of herself? If you ask me she should be!
Little harlot gettin' all up on Piggys sh*t!
So please enlighten me. Is shame experienced by dogs too?