Flipflops in the Rain


flippy through the years

i wasn’t going to post a 2009 wrap-up (because i’m an original, yo), but then i read phampants post from yesterday, and i figured i’d give it a whirl.

so here she is, flippy 2000-2009*:

2000: a junior in high school, and a bit of a disaster. i smashed my first car into a million pieces, got grounded for the first and only time (circumstances? not important — but it started with adult beverages and culminated with a list that my father forced me to write detailing everything bad i’d ever done. EVER.), hated my brother a little less, loved an impossible and unavailable boy a little more and visited a therapist who made me feel like a spoiled little princess who shouldn’t have felt as awful as she did.

2001: graduated high school and moved on to college. originally intended to move to california for school, but chickened out last minute and stayed in state. regretted the decision almost immediately. thank god for a kickass roommate and a bestie from home. i went from an outgoing honor student to a shy, uncomfortable freshman who napped all the time. (god, i miss napping all the time.)

2002: i met who i thought was the “love of my life” — and proceeded to cut everyone else out of it. five months later, he dumped me. then came crawling back. i took him back and began the cycle again. moved off campus with kickass roomie and bestie from home. worst experience ever. alienated both of them and rarely went home. got my groove back with school, but only because i took a bunch of classes with the boyfriend. (i was clearly a winner.)

2003: continued an abusive pattern of clinging to my boyfriend even as he was breaking my heart. moved into an apartment with kickass roomie even though i was still an asshole. got a job at the mall and slowly started making friends who lived in a world outside of my boyfriend’s. discovered the journalism program. hated it and many of the people in it. created an amazing idea as to how to get my BA in journalism with the least amount of effort possible.

2004: promptly crushed my amazing cheat-the-journa-system idea by joining the school paper’s editorial staff. loved the soul-crushing thrill of spending 50 hours a week in a dirty, cramped newsroom. stayed in a rapidly deteriorating relationship with a boy who continued to prove he wasn’t good enough for me. may or may not have fallen in love with someone else. realized something had to give and finally broke off the longest relationship of my life. the someone else moved away and the love that could’ve been never was. hated commitment and turned my back on it forever. turned 21 and drowned sorrows in too many vodka tonics. took too many classes and pushed myself to the limit in an effort to be my own person.

2005:  interned with a local nonprofit. finished college a quarter early. hopped a flight to europe and discovered the not-so-cheap thrill of living out of a backpack and speaking broken italian. quit my mall job and tried to stay abroad as long as possible. ran out of money after a month. begged mall job to take me back. let journa-friend convince me to apply for better job. received an offer for promotion at mall job and position at better job on the same day. went with better job, became a grown-up and began a crazy night-shift schedule that would continue for much longer than anticipated.

2006: continued living in college town. college friends moved on. rain, gloom and night surrounded my world and tempted me back into the arms of depression. considered options. decided to move to san diego on a whim. better job offered me a promotion and relocation package. moving somewhere new with a job appealed to me more than moving somewhere new without one. visited the d.c. area to make the final decision.

2007: made final decision. accepted promotion and moved 3,000 miles away. went through strange growing pains within new position, which ultimately led to a better position within the same company. pined and missed certain people more than i expected. adopted a cat. fell in love with the cat. became crazy cat lady. kept my distance from making new friends and invited old friends to visit whenever possible.

2008: moved into a new home with new people and began feeling comfortable for the first time. went out A LOT and discovered, “wow, i’m not 21 anymore.” went out anyway. continued to miss certain people and made several trips home. filled the void of missing by joining a gym. began running again. liked it. kept doing it. cat needed surgery. did not like that.

2009: a rough year. dealt with several issues that i left off this blog for a reason — hence my mid-year blogging hiatus. as the year comes to a close, i can’t think of any significant events to differentiate it from years past. at least, not yet. i’ve learned many things about myself through these hardships, though, and i’ve learned that i need to start looking out for myself first. and most of all, i’m realizing that my love of certain people, friends and family is more important than status or money. i just want to be happy.

*this post is so emo. my apologies.

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the gift that keeps on giving

awww, gift cards. am i the only person in the world that prefers gift cards to real gifts*? seriously — money i have to spend on something fun? yes, please!

this year, i made bank in gift cards. but because of self-imposed shopping restrictions and debt-ridden guilt, i don’t even know how to use them.

so hypothetically, what would you buy if you had hundreds of dollars to spend at, say, nordstrom? shoes? make-up? ridiculously over-priced designer jeans that make your ass look awesome?

while we’re at it, what would you buy at amazon? sephora? or even starbucks? i just need a little nudge and then i think the post-christmas shopping spree can commence.

*so you know i’m not COMPLETELY greedy and ungrateful, i should admit that the best gift i received this year (or pretty much ever) was most certainly not a gift card — it was a pair of diamond earrings my mom had a jeweller make for me from one of my late grandmother‘s bracelets. pretty sure the promise of new clothes and extra lattes didn’t make my heart swell up to 80 times its size like those earrings did.



i’m not going to write about snow…

… but i will write about what a pain it’s going to be to get anything done in d.c. over the weekend.

i haven’t done any x-mas shopping. none. zilch.

this isn’t out of the ordinary. i’ve been perfecting procrastination since the early 90s, and buying things for other people is just one of those tasks i put off. not because i don’t like giving gifts — i LOVE giving gifts when i know someone will actually like them. no, i put it off because i get completely panicky and anxious that someone will hate something i put way too much effort into buying just for them. (i’m not great with rejection.)

so here i am, tummy churning, head spinning with too many not-so-great ideas — and i (supposedly) won’t be able to leave my house this weekend. so the shopping will be delayed yet again. and once again, santa flippy’s sleigh of goodies will arrive too late for christmas. and this just makes me even more panicky and anxious-y and scatterbrained-y — not only will i end up buying something my friends and family members will hate, but i’ll also disappoint them with my perpetual tardiness.

also, i’m out of kitty litter. which means my cat’s going to hate me this christmas, too.



california plus vacation equals happiness

the grass is greener in california. the sky is bluer, the sun is brighter, the mac and cheese is cheesier, the people are happier, the activities are morer (copyright: me*). all i really need to say is — my vacation was fabulous, and i want to go back.

in no particular order, this is what i did:
spent time with some of my favorite college friends.
reminisced a LOT with said college friends.
ate sushi.
almost got kicked out of a bar for taking my shoes off.
went to conan and chelsea.
rewatched and tried to find myself on both conan and chelsea.
drank beer.
drank wine.
drank sake.
drank champagne.
drank tequila. at disneyland.
got lost looking for an entrance to a secret in-n-out.
finally ate in-n-out (animal style, with a neopolitan shake**)
drove in tons of LA traffic.
navigated LA traffic without a map.
almost left my mom on the side of an LA freeway because she was driving me crazy.
took a ferry to coronodo island.
saw the grey’s anatomy set.
went to a 21-and-older movie theater and drank blue moon.
didn’t exercise.
didn’t think about work.
there’s more.
but i think this list is too long.
and no one even reads lists.

*actually, copyright urban dictionary. who knew?
** you are welcome.



definitely not flipflop weather

In case you haven’t figured it out, I seriously hate rain — but reading about the Washington state floods is making me sick to my stomach. This video shows the devastation that my hometown has suffered in the past 48 hours. Is it weird that I feel guilty for not being home right now? To all my Valley Rats, Seattleites, Bellinghamsters and Ferndaliens, please be safe and stay dry.

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picture stolen from my friend erika, who risked her life to play stormwatcher with her family yesterday. and to think i’m the one who majored in journalism.



merry christmas, you filthy animal…

i just opened the last box on my advent calendar…. yea for Christmas!

it took me a while to get in the spirit this year, mostly because i didn’t realize it was december until we were already two weeks in. then, just as i was geared up for the holidays — including creating this nifty lil number for our ugly sweater party (my roommate calls it “The Lil’ Orphan That Tried”) — i was knocked out with the vicious stomach plague that seems to be making the rounds. Once I recovered from that, I was blessed with a death cold, which is now gracing me with its presence.

However, what’s a shortage of breath and a plethora of earaches and snot when it’s finally Christmas Eve?! i thought i’d be depressed today since this is my first Christmas away from my family, but i’m surprisingly pretty jolly. my nieces unfortunately will have to miss out on their annual holiday activities with Auntie Claus, but they should be receiving their Christmas cash just in the nick of time for me to keep wearing my Cool Aunt badge.  i’m also pleased to say that i finished all of my shopping yesterday on my lunch break — after starting it yesterday on my lunch break… (ahem, except of course for those of you who have been randomly selected to be a part of my inaugural New Year’s Gifts from Flippy Program. you can expect to see your gifts sometime before Dec. 31, 2009. and they might not be gifts at all. they might just be hugs. or beer. i’ve found that the two are pretty interchangeable.)

we’ve got free food covering every inch of the office until 3:01 p.m., when free booze magically appears in my hands and my belly. i love Christmas.

and now, a present to all of you, using my newly found talent for quickly and sloppily using Microsoft Paint:

my cat wishes you a very happy holiday!

my cat wishes you a very "Meowy Christmas. Hope it's PURRRRRRfect!" (don't worry -- in real life, she has legs.)



live tweeting about loud, fast, sexy cars

my first drag racing experience went much better than i expected. my dad is a starter for NHRA, so i had the luxury of watching the races as a Very Important (But Totally Confused) Person. i attempted to capture the excitement of being down at the starting line by constantly updating, but for the most part, i was caught up by the very, very loud intensity of the sport.

Tweet!: The race car edition*
– getting stoked to see my dad tomorrow
– Oil change blah. 05:46 PM October 09, 2008
– Successfully avoided packing for the weekend trip. 10:41 PM October 09, 2008
– only a few hours till a beautiful, redneck weekend in Southern Virginnie. 10:04 AM October 10, 2008
– in my next life, i will have superpowers that prevent me from ever having to sit in a car for two hours at a time. 03:13 PM October 10, 2008
– Time for the road trip after a delicious outback dinner. 07:55 PM October 10, 2008
– Car died. But I think we’re fine now. 08:49 PM October 10, 2008
– Pretty sure robin loves my voice 09:37 PM October 10, 2008
– We made it… and apparently I’m overdressed in my unlaundered jeans. 10:28 PM October 10, 2008
– Drag racing 101 12:15 AM October 11, 2008
– For some reason no one believes we’re part of the race car staff. 11:52 AM October 11, 2008
– Standing on a stool to see like the rest of the kids. 12:19 PM October 11, 2008
– Its cool, we’re VIP. 12:32 PM October 11, 2008
– Had no idea what we were signing up for–just signed a waiver form. Hmm… 01:11 PM October 11, 2008
– Holy mackerel, holy cow! 01:19 PM October 11, 2008
– Ear plugs are sooo underrated. 02:24 PM October 11, 2008
– Apparently just cuz I’m VIP doesn’t mean I’m above leaving my fly down. 02:55 PM October 11, 2008
– I’ve injected so many fumes, I might be high. 03:16 PM October 11, 2008
– Uh that would actually be, I’ve inhaled too many fumes. Brain. Functioning. Slowly. 03:21 PM October 11, 2008
– I think we were just on TV! 03:31 PM October 11, 2008
– I will trade anyone one dead robin for a tall latte. 04:43 PM October 11, 2008
– Done for the day. Bring me to my hoodie and flips, Jeeves. 05:46 PM October 11, 2008
– Hilary duff and bitch brew is the perfect break from drag racing. 06:58 PM October 11, 2008
– Break’s over. Watching for my dad on espn now. 07:16 PM October 11, 2008
– Completely lost in smelly Petersburg. 09:11 PM October 11, 2008
– Bacon wrapped steak and booze… Mmmmmmmmmmmm. 10:34 PM October 11, 2008
– Just did the midget dance during the pre race espn show. 09:10 AM October 12, 2008
– Just witnessed a funny car record win. 11:32 AM October 12, 2008
– Who wears red pumps to a sporting event? 12:14 PM October 12, 2008
– I think we’re finally getting it today… 12:18 PM October 12, 2008
– I want a new car now. Or maybe just a vespa. 12:42 PM October 12, 2008
– Finally made it to the suite w the free food and drinks. Gah! about 23 hours ago
– Watching the finals. about 21 hours ago
– My weekend of drag racing is over. Here’s hoping I don’t get a speeding ticket on the drive home. about 18 hours ago

and that concludes my whirlwind race weekend. who knew that after 25 years of trying to understand my dad’s fascination with cars, i would finally have an appreciation for them? can’t wait to go back!

* pretty sure my dad didn’t appreciate my “geeking out” on my blackberry while standing two feet away from professional racers.