Flagstaff

Flag was so much fun this weekend!

A shit show as promised, but still fun.

Thanks JenBabe for sitting in the dirt with me, listening to me complain about ant bites, agreeing with me when I think people are annoying for no real reason, letting me pick the lunch spot, taking me out on the down, getting me drunk, reminding me of altitude/bad decision factor and for letting me sleep over!

Here are a couple pics from the trip:

(I know, my photo shop/arrow drawing skills are amazing!)

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

We are literally days away from the start of the 2010 season.

This weekend I will be making a little trip to visit my boys (and JENBABE) in Flagstaff.

I've been warned it may be a bit of a "shit show" but I've packed accordingly.

• Anti anxiety meds (for the obvious reasons)
• Sneakers (in case I need to run after, or away, from someone)
• Red Cardigan (it may be a chilly 85 degrees I read)
• Backpack
• My giant purse (so Jen can sneak us her infamous mini bottles)
• Camera (for the other obvious reasons)

I can't wait!
I've already been reminded if the screaming incident and the SB incidents of 08.

So:

"I, LL, do hear by make a promise that I will not scream at, attempt to touch or make any impromtu Heisman trophy references at Matt Leinart".

Kurt may be free game though.

And speaking of my 2 favorite QB's, I'm really glad Matty decided to "dress to impress" on the first day of training.

Yes. His shirt says "CRUNK".

I knew I loved him for a reason!

Apparently...

I have a thing for men in tights.

And my hair has a thing for humidity.

Proof

Just in case you were wondering how many cardigans I do actually own:

...actually it's a cardigan but thanks for asking.

It’s no secret that I LOVE cardigans.
I’m the 27 year old grandma that wears them with every outfit.
No joke, my closet might be confused for a Nana's closet.
Well, maybe.
If it weren't for all of the super short dresses and stilletos to balance it out.

And because of this addiction to arm coverage, I often find myself searching stores for very specific styles of cardigans to wear with certain outfits.

Here is an example:
Last week I bought a brown and white safari print dress imagining in my head how freaking cute it would be with an orange short sleeve cardigan, gold jewelry and the gold Steve Madden flats that I still have yet to retire.
I looked at about 3 stores in the mall for an orange cardigan thinking it wouldn’t be that difficult to find.
Do you think I found it?
NO.
Then I shifted my idea to perhaps a purple or a yellow.
Do you think I found either of those?
NO.

I live in AZ and apparently there are only 2 months a year when stores here sell cardigans.
Granted, I stock pile during those 2 months, but outfits arise in the meantime and can’t go neglected!

Then it hit me!
I am certainly not the only fashion savvy gal who enjoys the button up greatness and pop of color a cardigan can bring to your ensemble, am I?

So, what if there were a store that sold…wait for it…ONLY CARDIGANS!
All kinds: solids, prints, full sleeve, short sleeve, fitted, oversized, embellished and any other kind you could imagine.
The thought of it alone makes me so excited that I think I might actually have a heart attack.
Which reminds me, I already thought of the perfect name:

Clever, right?
Can’t you just imagine the awesomeness that would radiate from all who shopped at this store?!
I imagine having such items as these hot little numbers:

I am so excited about this idea that I squeal typed this whole post. I'm sorry if your reading ears are ringing.

I'm off to win the lottery now. Wish me luck!

Bachelorette LL

So every Monday I find myself sitting and I yelling at my television.

I think the television is starting to get his feelings hurt and I know I should stop, but darn it that Bachelorette Jillian just makes me so irritated.

First of all, the Wes thing.

Seriously?!

Second, she dumped Jesse (the adorable guy that knew how to rock a vest with his jeans AND made wine for a living) for the previously mentioned jerky Wes.

And now, Ed.

The guy with the creepy mini shorts and chest hair.

ick and UGH.

(sorry NE I know how you feel about Mr. Chicago)

Well, Tuesday morning I woke up still flabbergasted (that's still a word, I think) over Jillian's antics (that's also still one)* and so I decided to send the following email to NE.

I've decided that if there was a dating show created that was one step above "Daisy of Love" and one step below "the Bachelorette", that I'd be perfect for it!

Jillian is pretty much an idiot and I think I'd have way better luck.

Also, it's ok to date/fool around with multiple guys at the same time as long as youre on tv apparently.

Sweet deal I'd say.

How can we make this happen for me?

Stephanie's suggestion was for me to blog about it. You know, because Hollywood steals my ideas and turns them into profit.
So, after much consideration (about 5 minutes), I compiled my wide range list of all the guys that I would need to have in my beach front mansion in order to find love.

THE ATHLETE:

I would be willing to take any QB that looks like my Matty. No baby would be better but I cant be choosey. I mean, its obvious woman cant keep their hands off a sportsman. Also accepted: UFC fighters, soccer stars and a limited number of baseball players.

THE HUMANITARIAN:

This is the guy who is as passionate about the earth and saving the world and what not. Prius or other hybrid car required. He can care about politics and I will pretend to be interested but really my main concern here is where he stands on vegetarianism and puppy mills.

THE MUSICIAN:

He doesn't have to be an extreme rock star or American Idol. He can just like to "jam" with his buddies and play the occasional coffee shop gig. He should also like to do crossword puzzles, I'm just saying. Oh, not accepted for the rock star type: Guitar Hero/Rock Band on the Wii.

THE BOY NEXT DOOR:

It would be cool if he actually did live next door. More for the convienence factor. I imagine him to have a job like police officer, firefigher or teacher. And, he'spretty much just your all around smokin hot guy in a tshirt and jeans.

THE "FRIEND":

The guy you take out to party with. He also has to have lots of fun friends for my friends so we can have mixers and pool parties and such. Knows how to rock a flannel/plaid shirt and hat.

THE UNCATCHABLE CATCH:

This is the guy who has it all: gorgeous with better hair than me, funny and smart but reluctant to settle down. The unattainable male. (this is most likely the one I would fall in love with)

THE BAD BOY:

Lives life on the edge and is just missing a partner to help partake. He's not afraid to get drunk in the Walgreens or have a few minor runins with the law. I'm even ok with the smoking. Plus, everyone loves a bad boy.

THE WILD CARD:

The token offstandish guy with a bit of a handicap (like a scar above his lip). He seems mysterious and in reality he's probably just as whackadoodle as I am.

Well, I think these guys pretty much sum it up.

And isn't it ironic that ALL of my celebrity crushes fit into these catergories perfectly?

It's like my taste in men was already destined to help me with a shot of love* and my own reality show.

If you know of any producers interested in booking a fun loving, adorable party girl for a new season of their dating show that features men that either are or highly resembling anyone above, you'll tell them about me...won't you?

*Let's face it: I'm a walking dictionary today.

* Yes, that is a pun.

4 7 4

Today I just want to post a special little note two 2 gals that really brighten up my life.

(maybe this will brighten them up a little too)

Between emailing gossip to each other all day

and planning amazing parties

and taking scrapbooking classes we laugh through...

AWU is a great trio!

Thanks ladies for being so kick ass!

Here's some memories of our awesomeness:

Here's a pic of before LL knew what a tanning bed was and we were all obsessed with "jazz hands" and Marcos took those professional photos of us that I still don't possess so you get this version instead.

Thisis the night we got a sweet deal on margaritas at the Pink Taco and then proceeded to get sloppy drunk and dance the night away at Devil's. Oh and then HH and LL took a cab to TMH and drank Bud Light on the living room floor and took pictures with umbrellas.

I enjoy this picture of the night before HH married the Canadian. It's like we are so cool all wearing our sunglasses and sun dresses. It's an understated look.

And last but not least, the day of the first AWU baby shower. What a day!! We learned a few things that day: like 2 cakes are always better than one. Hula hoops are always handy to have around in the case of a tie. Dogpoint is the wine of choice for classy ladies such as ourselves. And, 4 7 4 is a good combo of numbers when it comes to sitting at a bar with 2 of your BFF's.