The Eve of My Birthday

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Afterall, there really is nothing to be bitter about.

What a blessed, previledged life I lead. I am very grateful for all the people in my life and the gift of time and health given to me each day. I say it to the ones around me all the time. I am the luckiest girl in the world.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BFF!!!

Bitter : I can't be with you on your birthday 

Happy : That you are my BFF and we will celebrate in just a few days!!!

Love you

xoxox

S

ABitter Happy Aloha

Bff stace is on the road actually as we speak on the superferry to maui from oahu. Home for my dads birthday. And let me just say the trip thus far (day 4) is the perfect blend of bitter happy and its exactly the essence of how bitter happy came about. Life!

I will so elaborate later but just a quick teaser for the blog to come:

Bitter;
The getting to the airport w sister and two toddler nephews with more shit that the marine corps packs for 3 years in iraq

The plane ride

The arrival on no sleep the previous night

My sisters meltdown (waranted) after two days wo father of kids to intervene and off her meds (bc she forgot it at home

My laptop being stolen at a kinkos on queen street in honolulu on my dads bday bash day (who has time for a personal meltdown on someone elses bday!?)

Being exhausted paddling out after only 40 min bc I'm so out of surf shape from laying in bed w bronchitis all of august

Being the driver

Being the aunt

Being away from bff (who is usually my hawaii partner in crime and relaxation!)

Not being able to be on "real" vacation


Not being able to be on "real" vacation


Not being able to be on "real" vacation

Happy:
Surfing yesterday

Hanging w jack at morning brew this morning just two of us

Finding 3 vintage hawaii books at bookends in kailua

Laying on the lido deck of the superferry solo en route to maui
With the sunshine and breeze and molokai in the background and my family waaaaayy over there on the "lanai deck!!!"

The text from hotness guy

My dad being so damn happy were all here together

My flip video

FINDING MY LAPTOP!!!!!

Until the next aloha update...

Mahalo!
Sent from my sexy brilliant blackberry.

The Ex Files

There's nothing quite like getting the ex update , is there!? 

The last update I received about my ex b-friend was 3 months ago via  quickie phone call from his cousin Kar who is like my little sister (i call this kind of thing the relationship takeaway aka  "the gifts" you got to keep)  was that he was headed to London to visit some girl that his mom had set him up with and in my head they were blissfully happy living an international life and I well, wasn't. Okay I was a teensy bit bitter but it was my birthday month so I was able to quickly slide into happy. I was really able to move past it and let it go as much as you can let that stuff go.

I just got off the phone with his other cousin Anoush , she and her hubbie Jason are very close friends , they live in Santa Barbara , we were doing the overall life check in discussing their hell house renovation, work, life, and she said "did you hear about alex?" I said "well I heard he hooked up with a girl his mom met etc..." 

She said:   "Engaged , getting married."  

I said : "Whhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatttttttttttttttttttttttttttt?"

"Yes. they are living in Glendale, with her uncle in his house-- engaged after only 6 months!!!"

...."We don't know what he is doing, my dad is like wtf is alex doing? and of course his family is like ahhh armenian girl yeah whoo"

Okay, yes the engaged thing is always rough news, you tend to feel that he/she is moving on and you are not. And I admit I have felt that way -- and have spent many days/nights pondering when is it my time? my turn? what about me? in that whole blissful lovey happy engaged on the road to something bigger thing.

I have to say, I am not surprised, in this teensy way I have been preparing myself in my head , heart and being that this day was going to come someday! I guess just not so soon. The crazy part is  I thought I would be far more distraught, pained, heavy, alone , lonely , and sad. I'm not. 

What i feel and what I said to Anoush, is this:

"Alex found an Armenian girl, he has really found his center, his permission slip to commit....

while the 6 month thing is a lil insane ,  he has always done things in a very alex random for no clear reason way-- its the antithesis of him because he is seriously the slowest moving soul on the planet, so perhaps the quickie is the new him..."

 In truth , being Armenian has always been the biggest key to Alex's heart . While I was a zillion other awesome things, Armenian I was not. I wasnt ever going to be ( obviously) while I was loved, embraced and adored by many in his family  and the end of the day the one thing that mttered most had nothing to do with me or us. It was race, culture, that thing that deeply connects one to another. I get that.

As a woman choosing her "king" I know now that my king needs to love me for me and all of me

we all know that , but it's understanding that which is key, today I wholly accept and get it.

Settling  for someone who believed otherwise or hesitated in any way .... that isn't for me then or now.

From a trivial POV-- the fact that he got engaged after knowing this person 6 months  and is living in her uncles house,  well,  that is just pure exactly what it is and I suppose is exactly why I am not feeling all of those things I expected to feel. Sometimes you just have to keep it simple and in the simple the authentic truth slides in and brings clear skies.

Clear skies are good.

How Online Profiles Keep Me From Going There...

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I get my Yahoo Personals email update every other day and I browse the headshots of those 30-40 year old men who are in the relatively close proximaty of my zipcode. I rarely click on any of them, but once in a while, I do. Once I click on their profile, they will be alerted that I checked them out. However, my Profile is not searchable. The only men who know I even exist on that personals site are the ones that I go to check out. So, today I come across and click on "Luke." and his profile goes onto rant:

Show me a Beautiful Woman
...and I'll show you man tired of sleepin' with her". Not your typical warm n' fuzzy opening but then again I’m not your typical guy. I'll get back to that opening later. Most of the personal ads that I read through remind me of the Fairy Tales I grew up with. Not that its wrong to be hopeful or idealistic, I just think that it warps our expectations and diminishes our tolerances when we walk into relationships without being aware of our own faults and limitations. Ladies, who doesn't want to laugh and travel endlessly, go out to dinner every night, take lonnnnng walks on the beach? But what are you like when you don't feel like laughing? What are you like when we both have to go to work every morning and can't travel? Are you aware that eating out is costly and a food budget is a necessity, and can you whip together a meal in a flash? And during that walk on the beach, do you have it in you to carry that person should they falter or need your aid? Look at the evidence, 2 of 3 marriages fail. Do you know what it takes to sustain one? Are you obsessed with worldly possessions and material goods? Do you wake up asking the question "what am I going to GET today?" or do you wake up asking "what am I going to GIVE today?" Do you measure your happiness against societies standards or is it based upon your loving heart’s desires? Do you have the strength to stand up against the judgment of those that make up societies rules? What drives your decisions? Are they based on whimsical selfish yearnings or on loving faith of something greater than we find here on Earth?


Interesting. But, he's a pisces and ultimately and bit too questioning for my taste, but anyway I go back to do a double check on my profile to make sure everything is okay if he happens to check me out. and I see, there is mention of travel and laughter and beaches-- blah, blah, blah. And suddenly I am feeling, oh, so very run of the mill. so I decide to do a quickie edit before "Luke" may come back and check my little space out. talk about a reality check.

trying to pitch yourself in an online dating profile: you sit back and wonder what you like, then you think, 'who am i?" and you start to wonder, do i really like my job? do i really enjoy all the stuff i do? stuff I buy to fill up?

I didn't make any edits afterall.

Saint Theresa's Prayer

Saint Theresa's Prayer

May today there be peace within.
May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be.
May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith.
May you use those gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you.
May you be content knowing you are a child of God.
Let this presence settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing,
Dance, praise and love.
It is there for each and every one of us.

The Date Debate

So it would appear ,  I am single because I've made movements in the direction that keep me single.  Yes, it's been the way of the warrior  and it's been pretty good to me.

Well, on the BFF news alert front, I took the plunge, and dove into the dating pool. I didn't just put the "okay open for dating" signage on my lawn...I actually dove with intention to actually participate. And fyi, I don't generally like new people , hot or not. Dating sucks, be it blind date, online date, met you thrugh a friend date,  it's awkward, icky, strange, weird, mysterious, there's no guarantee and you have to get "extra" pretty a lot. 

I don't get how people do it regularly. I'm not so much a fan.

I'd much rather hang with BFF who is my perfect mate-- who loves and approves my un -exciting wife beater and jeans uniform, we travel well together, love the same restaurants, she buys me cute stuff, I find her yummy things she loves, we pamper properly ,laugh, pms well together, spend money well, we love kids (that aren't ours),  she loves football, while  I don't even know what a "foul play" or a "quarter" is,  we simply just flow like a perfect fake lesbian marriage. The only snags  1.  we both have vaginas and 2.  we both like the male everything.  And we like the male everything  a whole lot, so it looks like divorce is imminent in our same sex situation, so we always have plan b material in mind and discuss it often.

I guess the whole concept of waiting for the mountain to come to me was not very realistic, so looks like I'm meeting half way on the road to the mountain. (yes it means I might even have to leave the zip code!) Again it's awkward, annoying and simply not something I am good at. And I don't strive to be good at it. So, I have to say, I kinda scored with my freshman first attempt at this whole dating thing.

I connected with a really smart, warm, available hottie out the gate. Available in all the important "available " ways i.e: emotionally, physically, mentally  and he isn't hiding a wife or girlfriend in the trunk when we hang out. (Bonus, I know) Also,  he used the word thread count, and he is a waterman--thanks Jesus, nice start.

Oh, don't go getting that excited, we're simply in that place where we are having fun, exploring each other and what we're about.  I have NO idea where it's going, how it's getting there, what exit it will take, it if will hit the dead end or sharp curve, and of course for me little miss producer, that kinda blows...but here I am.

I'm not sure if he is an ex-con or what his major character defects are, I did ask about the ex con thing and I can confirm in fact he is not an ex-con, which is nice. But hell, we are people and spin or no spin there's always something looming around the corner, for now I'm staying on this street not venturing  towards corner action quite yet. Maybe soon, maybe not. 

I'm taking on BFF"s being in the moment right here right now way of the warrior for today and for now that is  perfectly perfect.

Your Ex Is At Peets

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Bitter:

-A text: Your ex is at peets.

-An emotional confrontation at work on a Tuesday afternoon from an executive who is not my boss.

-A mellow Friday night dinner turning into 3 cocktails and 3 shots and Internet buisness chatter in a sports bar, then coming home to realize I am on a diet and far too calorie restricted to handle all that liquor, nuf said.

-Waking up on Saturday at 7:20am thinking its friday, realizing it actually is "spa day saturday" and not being able to go back to sleep.

Sent from my Sexy iTouch

Bitter Salutation

I just received a phone message from this guy who kind of bugs me to begin with , then he had to sign off his voicemail message with a big bad bang.

One of my biggest pet peeves is when someone says or writes "hope you're well" I have no idea why but its like fingernails on a chalkboard and it makes me 1. Disown you as a friend 2. Want to Kick your ass.

"Take Care" is a close second.

Try harder, pull together a better group of words, a more thought out less cliche option. I promise you'll feel sexier for having done so-- or at least I will.

Sent from my sexy brilliant blackberry.

How The New Whole Foods Market In Venice Has Lured Me To Shop More By Creating An Irresistible Eco Destination Of Adult Entertainment In The Hood

Venice is known for its beaches, surf culture, design and gathering of hipsters and hippies, so, it's no secret we love a good green store, fresh organic produce and delicious food to boot. But nothing beats the opening of our new Whole Foods Venice Store—it's an irresistible eco destination of adult entertainment in the hood. Spielberg, Dolce Group, and Porn sites pay attention; John Mackey may be onto something here.

When I entered the Whole Foods Venice about 10 days ago

for the first time with BFF, I felt this visual overload, an overwhelming sense of adrenaline pumping through my body. It's as if someone dropped me into an "everything is $5 "sale at Barney's, where all the shoppers are employed, hot men in board shorts, Patagonia shirts, slippers and they were all asking to hold my groceries while I shop around.

We were in pure heaven!

Aside from being a haven of health and goodness, this store is a godforsaken meat market, and by meat, I don't mean cow.

Whole Foods Venice is not only the new black, it's also the hot restaurant, and club rolled into one. This is my dream fantasy come true—I can feel like I went out for a night on the town without leaving the zip code and I can wear my swimsuit and cover up while getting my shop on. Sweet Jesus.

Suddenly, I have a clearer idea who resides in my neighborhood; I see friends I haven't seen in awhile, as well as strangers I can't wait to meet. Everyone is talking to each other--hovering around the salad bar as if they are sipping a cocktail making small talk about how delish the lasagna looks, or stopping mid cereal aisle to discuss their favorite flavors with each other. It's a bonafide social scene bursting at the seams. The sexual energy flowing is transparent and it's exciting and delightful to watch.

I must admit as eco as I wanted to be, Whole Paycheck has never been my store of choice, I wanted to be part of the movement just not at that price point. I was a yummy.com delivery addict; I loved not leaving the house and having things brought to me. Well, this new market has changed all that. I'm officially a convert.

Now, I zip there for oh, a tangelo orange in the middle of the day (seriously) just because the store is close by, pretty to look at and fun to visit. I feel like I went out without dealing with the annoying parts of going out. Our friend Lysa calls it the new "disco", she says "if you slide over there after 5pm go ahead and slide on your heels." I love it because anything goes and depending on what time you go, the shoppers are so random. From business attire to yoga threads, post surf sandy feet and my favorite "I just woke up and look this good."

My friend Shelby and I went for a Thai massage the other night and opted to go to Whole Foods for post massage dinner, versus going to a sexy restaurant, because the food is good, but also we love the booths, which are right at the end of the check out line and we can see all the action.

Pre dinner, we ran into our friend Mike in the chip aisle, he mentioned how amazing the place was and that he had already been there five times this week. Mike said, "it figures now that I have a girlfriend and cable this place opened up." He mentioned he was only there to "grab tortillas" and cruise for a bit. I totally get it.

We eventually moved on to the cookie aisle where we ran into Zach, another friend who was chatting with a somewhat hot guy named Ari. While post workout gear at the market is generally creepy, and just not okay, for some reason with the Whole Foods backdrop, Ari's workout wardrobe was not offensive, rather slightly sexy. Maybe its' the lighting or the fresh produce.

Regardless of who is there or why, for now we are all eating healthier and meeting likeminded people who clearly can afford shopping at Whole Paycheck—funny how the prices seem just fine to me these days. Amen to the movement.

Getting Back to a Restrictive Lifestyle

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With the arrival of cooler days threatening to take away summertime bliss comes the reintroduction of restrictive clothing. Ugh. Goodbye summer love dresses, flowy and yummy and hello fuzzy sweaters, tight jeans, cords and, oh yes, socks. Don't get me wrong... I am a lover of the winter wardrobe and all its layers and long sleeves and cowlneck goodness. And I am addicted to buying very expensive denim. But, as I sit at my desk during this futile transition, my whole mood is altered to a bitter, unhappy state stemming from the grip that my jeans have around my waist. A true reminder that I put on a few too many extra pounds over the summer and had too many corona days lounging at the beach. How does summer do this every year? Summer let's you relax so much so that putting on those beloved designer denim upon Fall's arrival is somewhat of a chore, an uncomfortable situation and a depressing reminder that you need to lose a few pounds before the holiday's come marching in.

PS: This new way of eating (aka: diet) better have some effect on denim's grip soon so that I am somewhat tolerable at work. (it's only day two)

Oh Bitter Sauna.

BFF Stace here, look I'll be the first to say I joined the gym for the a few other things before the actual gym itself. And I joined the mother of all gyms The Sports Club LA. 

Let's get one thing straight, I don't really care that the equipment is state of the art or the yoga floor is made from recycled bamboo and they teach 987 classes a day. I care that the gym is close enough that I don't have to sweat for leaving the zip code, that parking is easy, i like a few classes that i stick to, they have good food, a big enough dressing room where i can avoid people and that they have a kick ass sauna.  I joined this gym also, so I didn't have to go to bars the men there are age appropriate, and they have jobs, you can't really be a member if you don't have at least a job because it costs half a mortgage to belong. It's one of those decisions I made and I just let go and don't over stress about it because it's bad financial planning for sure.

I care more about the sauna than anything else at the gym. So you know the pure fact that the sauna has been down now for over two months (not that I was even going to the gym in July because I was a total rager in July , and I spent August just recovering and getting fatter) 

now that it's September and I'm on the upswing of health (almost) low and behold I cruise into the gym and the f-ing sauna is still down!!!!!!! Yes I wrote a letter, a bitter , bitchy very "I'm really dissapointed... this caliber of club type letter..."

The General Manager stalked me , I avoided calls and finally today all my writing a bad letter dreams came true-- he has waived October fees-- YIPEEEEE  that means me and BFF can use my savings  to go try this crazy ass new hot springs in Valencia --yes,  THAT Valencia.

I might even go to the gym today just to get pool side sexy.

New Moms BUG

I don't really know what the etiquette is, I know it's very delicate and sensitive,

but let me just go ahead and say it to the new moms out there: I don't want to receive the weekly updated images of your newborn in crazy hates, positions, and so forth--seriously,  it's hard enough to be happy for you while we're being single and slightly bitter  let alone ooh and aww  while I have 92 messages I'm trying to ignore in my in box. So, pretty please drop my name off your list,  I do love you and I think you are a sexy bitch mommy sans the updates.

Signing Up Is Signing Off?

If you haven't noticed, BFF and I are single.  Single spirited and single minded.  We take very good care of ourselves and the ones we hold dearest.  Though, like most people, I think we often watch and wonder about the other side of the fence and possibly when we might just hop over it and join the coupledoms of the world.   The commited married life.  The co-dependent, in it for the long haul, kids and SUVs and finger paint art projects and mac and cheese for dinner meals.    And we watch our sisters move through each hurried day, schedulized and agendad complete with melt downs, car seats, favorite stuffed animals, dora dvds and arguments about finances and barely getting to take a 10 minute shower. 

 

Why does the hop over that fence signing up for married life in turn mean signing off of your own life?  Or is it just a redefining and reinventing of your own life?  And once there, why does it not work almost half the time?

 

Divorce rate in America after first marriage is from 41% to 50%.

US divorce rate after second marriage is from 60% to 67%

After 3 marriages the US divorce rate is from 73% to 74%

 

 

 

Spilled Milk

Okay, I'm not crying over spilled milk rather having anger towards the general population of half and half. I have no idea why but the past three cartons I have purchased have been spoiled-- all the dates have been far out such as october 11th or october 3rd its random and it bugs.
 Nothing like waking up pining for that delish cup of coffee (an iced latte in my case) as you awake only to be denied. 

Is this god urging me to kick the habit or bad luck?

Sent from my sexy brilliant blackberry.

Happy Auntie Dot Com

BFF Skateboards

We made these for "Stoked Sessions"

One-Time Marathon Runners and Drastic Hair-Cutters

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If there was anytime a red flagged could be waived loud and clear that, “Houston, we have a problem…” it would be the one-time marathon runner or the drastic hair cutter. “I am going to run a marathon, just because…” or the “I have really long blonde luscious hair and I am going to cut it really short and go dark.” Watch Out! This is code for something much bigger.

I was thinking about it today while sitting in Peets coffee with BFF in Marina Del Rey (by the way, she is sitting about 25 feet away, writing her own bitter-happy entry right now). My bitter happy point: You always have to be very, very careful around these people who up and suddenly decide they are going to cut off all their hair or run a marathon…(not to be confused with the half marathon people or the cute new hair style people, which I will get to a little bit later).

The One-time Marathon Runner:
I am going to go out on a limb and just guess that these people have some really deep, dark secret issue that cannot come to the surface in the life they have chosen to lead. So instead of dealing with the issue, they think, maybe they can continue to suppress it and run through it. The one-time marathon runner feels that by training for and running a marathon they will be able to overcome this inner pain through an intense physical challenge and outlet. Why a marathon you ask? The marathon is the pinnacle of pain for your normal everyday person. Running 26.5 miles for a good time, a good cause or a good feeling cannot possibly be true—it’s masochism. Mind you, I have never ventured to run a marathon. Not yet at least, maybe I will someday. Just think for a minute about the people you know who have run the one-time marathon… it’s true, right? (PS: Happy: To be physically challenged and endure a marathon—Bitter: not dealing with issues of your life.)
Note: The Half Marathon Runner/Cute New Hair Style: Just a little out of shape and thinks training for and running the half marathon or restyling the hair will be a good testament that yes, “I can still be in shape and I am not getting too old.”

The Drastic Hair Cutter:
BFF brought this to my attention as I was going on and on about the one-time marathoner. But the same is true for this person. All the sudden, life needs a change because it is so out of control that the only thing that can be controlled is the drastic cutting of hair. The crack cocaine of life change is the drastic hair cut. This is mostly true of women, but it is also true for men who have longer hair. They need a change and think that a haircut will spark that change. A new look= A new beginning.

So, where does this leave us?

1. Be weary of the friend who says they are going to run a marathon “just because" and seek counseling before committing to your one-time marathon… if everything checks out... Run Forest, Run!
2. Think about the drastic haircut for at least 2 months prior to the BIG cut
3. Need a drastic change in your life? Make it happen. Don’t mask it.

The Getting Pretty Chronicles: "Nail Dude" rescue 911

Some might think heading out to get pretty on a friday night is less than fabulous, but BFF and I have no qualms about our Friday night sessions--we call it "the gentle exhale slide outta Friday, wash off the week and slide into the weekend. Plus, I have been on my illness bed for far too long, a girl has to get out and get the pretty back!

Our usual get pretty program includes a stop at a few of our favorite "saucy dress destinations" on Main Street in Santa Monica: Compliments, "unknown dress store" (next to Pinkberry) and whatever else tickles our fancy from our parking spot of the evening. We always end up at the Get Pretty Headquarters TOE HEAVEN. I slide in to see Elaine for some waxing wellness and BFF hops into her enterprise station and massage chair for some two on one action from Lee (Pedi) and Mama Tina (mani) her regular go to gal Mimi was off. I hop in my chair post waxing with my chinese princess Mandy. I heart Mandy --she is so badass and funny and totally knows my game. She deals with all my random requests and laughs at us most of the time. She gives the best massage it's a crime and also does an insane french pedi--what the chinese did for the opening ceremonies Mandy does for my toes.

Nail Dude Emergency 911: So while in my bronchial state I somehow stubbed my big toe causing screaming pain heard from here to Africa PAIN PAIN PAIN.  I strolled in with about half a toe nail on...usually  "Sexy Mary "fixes things up in that department (more on Sexy Mary later) so Mandy hollered nail dude over to  create some serious magic on the corner nail spot. He mixed up some acrylic juice and painted it so gently, filed it with the secret drill and  made a wonderful ,  brand spankin new sexy toe nail ! Thank you nail dude (Kevin!) BTW Kevin is uber cool dude with some rockin style you should pop in to see him if you rock acrylic nails in general--he's the acrylic nail maven over there.

Side note: me and BFF created a new nail style called Toes Heaven Special ... ask for it by name and Mandy is the only one who can make it happen fyi! BFF is now rockin a serious stylish mani --photo to come.

An Introduction to Whooping Cough (!!).

I have been hit with this crazy flu turned something else turned bronchitis now turning the corner to being possibly whooping cough for what seems like forever and a day....this all started  August 10th. It's now September 5th. Don't even ask what whooping cough is because it's so random I don't quite get it --except that i have a constant low fever crappy feeling combined with major coughing attacks that last up to 2 minutes and I', exhausted and can sleep for years. Yesterday I slept mid day from 11:30am-4:30pm without much effort.

I get that I'm bummed if in fact I get a positive from the tests and that it will only LINGER on further. I am headed in to see a specialist at Cedars today at noon. Here is the 411  www.whoopingcough.net/symptoms.htm please send messages to whatever higher power is out there to bring me BACK to sanity and health...I mean I don't even have a happy to report , this is pure bitter, icky, ugh!

Bitter Happy Bite Of The Week 01: We're Way Past All That Family Values Crap, Clearly

BItter Happy Bite Of The Week 

By Simms

You know the thing that bugs me the most about this teenage pregnancy thing and the GOP VP candidate, isn't that her daughter is pregnant. I mean let's face it...we're way past what could have been done to prevent the pregnancy. We're way past the family values crap that the GOP goes on about. The thing that bugs me the most is that when Mr. McCain and cohorts came-a-callin' to see if Mrs. Palin would be interested in being his running mate, she should have said no. Because, while her daughter may be old enough to make the decision to have sex, thus become pregnant, she is not old enough to go through this life changing event alone. She will need her mother now, more than ever, and her mother will be unavailable to her. She'll be, as my mother always says, gallivanting all over hell and half of Georgia! To me, Mrs. Palin already hasn't set a good example to date, and the decision to accept the VP candidacy only shows that she'll continue to be a bad mother, she'll continue to choose selfishly. Now, I'm not saying that a mother shouldn't be in the White House, not by the remotest of long-shots...I'm just saying, not this mother.  Simms.

Up Next Guest Spotlight: Bitter Happy Bite Of The Week By Simms Brooks

Hi All.

We are introducing a very special new feature called Bitter Happy Bite Of The Week.

This is a little bitter happy guest spotlight of the week, if you will.... 

This week we are featuring  one of our favorite bitter happy creatives Simms Brooks. 

A bit of background. In a nutshell Simms was my BFF  when I lived in San Francisco for years and years, she still lives there...and she is still one of my dearest friends. 

Oh,  and the trouble we created and escaped is far too wide to list. Let's just say there was a lot of black outs, a few white lies, sexiness, boyfriends, make outs, tears, parties, fake names, shopping, breakups, make ups, shared housing, high drama, low work ethic, travels, parking tickets, cheap wine, expensive shoes, and lots of unconditional love. and hate too.

In a nutshell is epitomizes bitter happy. For one she is Southern and beyond that crazy (in that genius way) and hilarious. 

She's a kick ass writer as well so,  Meet Miss Simms aka SLIMS.

PS- she and BFF Karen have the exact same delicious taste in jewelry and they hate the same kind of new people, I love them for that!

The Fake End Of Summer & All It Brings

Hmmm. All this chat about this weekend being the end of summer...who says so? I get it kids go back to school, parents are in a whoopla to get all the necessary items on tap and shuffle schedules around and launch the whole carpool 08 thing, but that is THEM not me.

I'm not playing summer is over, just yet. Maybe in a few weeks, or in October, but just not now because in truth we're still mid summer as far as I'm concerned, and I know BFF agrees. The calendar is not the boss of our lives.

This weekend was a packed one, and that of course puts me into the whole oh ____ I have to talk to people and be "on" and care about all the bs everyone wants to talk about at parties.

Saturday night was my friend Lysa's big bash in the hood here in Venice, which always brings a bunch of pretty random hot sexy people under one roof. This party did not dissapoint it was awesome just men and women looking to get some ass.   I've been sick as huevos for 15 days so it was yet another rare sk outing, so I put on the 50% pretty which apparently did well, because I got a lot of props for my wardrobe choice (pretty lazy, standard actually, black shorts and black off the shoulder top with my saucy heels) It was the heels that sold the choice let's be honest here.

Yes,  spoke to some hotties, it was fun because my cousin Jessica was in town from Hawaii on her way back to Italy where she goes to fashion school and it seemed we had a whole Kailua/Maui section of girls at the party--we were in session, and  it was good times. Ate night 2 am off to La Cabana Mexican Food and to bed --lord way past my bedtime. Coughed my lungs out all night, not fun. Word is the Ian got home at 4am... I was designated driver to Miss Shelby and the Greeks Demetrios and Julie. Good not-end -of -summer fun.

Sunday was a pool party at LTD headquarters Andrew's ahh more pretty girls, boys and kids parents running around, I was a little too ambitious this day and overdid the auntie roll, went swimming (bad) and was pooped. All I wanted was to head home and chill solo but even that didn't happen the party follwed back to mi casa and didn't leave until 10 pm.

Sunday I woke up at 1245pm the LTD crew was at the beach and texted me in all directions to come join...I opted out--if I can't surf I certainly wasn't in the mood to sit on the beach with the crew and just hear everyone talk while i tried to realax (hmm can we say I sound slightly bitter?!) NOt bitter just not in that frame of mind to "play well with others) I know when I am in that space and I opt out, so instead I am having a nice solo day in the yard on the chaise trickling sound of the pool waterfall next door and sunshine, the puppy at my feet and a stack of mags (happy!). 

See,  summer is so not over.

BFF comes home from Santa Cruz today. (Woo Happy.)

Jess leaves for Italy (bitter)